At this time, Zhang Zheng, who was still trapped in the wasteland, had no idea what was happening in the council hall.

Little did he know that the headmaster and Elder Duan had already regarded her as dead for not returning after the time limit.

"Ouch——"

"Bang——"

With a heavy muffled sound, the monster's deafening roar suddenly stopped, and its huge body flew backwards and smashed into the sea of ​​clouds.

The thick sea of ​​clouds was smashed into a deep pit, and the clouds and mist bloomed into clusters of sprays like ocean waves.

Zhang Zheng flipped back in the air and landed firmly, shook her sore arm, put the fire stick into her storage bag, and stared nervously at the bottomless pit in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Ouch..."

The clouds and mist were dispersed again, and a huge figure flew out from it. It didn't care about Zhang Zheng beside it, it flapped its wings, roared, and flew away towards the sky in panic.

Watching the monster hurried away, its energetic appearance seemed to be unharmed.

Zhang Zheng squatted on the edge of the wasteland, tentatively stretched out his fingers into the sea of ​​clouds.

The touch of moist, warm and cool rain and mist is very real and so real that it makes people feel at ease.

He jumped into the sea of ​​surging clouds and felt his body falling continuously. The clouds and mist mixed with the wind blew past his face until he landed on the soft ground.

There was already a vast fog all around, and the entire line of sight was blocked by white clouds. His consciousness could not penetrate it, and neither could his eyes.

Zhang Zheng raised her hand and touched the cold condensed water droplets on her face. The water dispersed into clouds, and the clouds gathered into rain, which naturally corresponds to the "Long Ze Rain Technique".

This is an excellent place to practice the "Long Ze Rain Technique".

But this is not a good time to practice.

Sighing with a bit of regret, Zhang Zheng chose a direction at random and continued moving forward.

It was completely white here, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. The shadowy glow of the ladder that I had seen before was no longer there, and it was no different than being blind.

There is no difference between the darkest and the brightest to some extent, both blinding.

…

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Zheng could not find a way out and had nothing to do, so he simply started practicing the "Long Ze Rain Technique" here.

The eerie blue color in his pupils faded away, disappearing into the thick black ink.

With one hand, he overturned the sky, and the pouring wind and rain suddenly disappeared, and the clouds opened up. Then, with another raise of his hand, thousands of raindrops collapsed and turned into pure water aura, and then gathered into fluffy stratus clouds.

The water aura in nature is endless, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

The spiritual energy stored by the monk is restored to the heaven and earth during use. Unless he ascends to immortality and lives as long as heaven, otherwise, after the monk dies, the spiritual energy will eventually return to the vast heaven and earth.

The "Long Ze Rain Technique" practiced by Zhang Zheng is taken from the heaven and the earth and dispersed in the heaven and the earth. It can be said that as long as you still have the energy and consciousness to control the spiritual energy, you will never face the situation of spiritual energy exhaustion.

This is undoubtedly a heaven-defying spell, and its power should not be classified as a fourth-level high-grade spell.

But Zhang Zheng soon understood why it was classified as a fourth-level high-quality spell instead of a seventh-level or even eighth-level spell.

Following the idea of ​​"Long Ze's Rain Technique", Zhang Zheng tried to control the other four elements of spiritual energy, but the result was obviously that he couldn't make any sense at all.

The fire spirit is violent, the gold spirit is sharp, the wood spirit is prosperous, the earth spirit is thick...

No matter what kind of spiritual energy, she can't control even half of it. Even the wood spiritual energy that is extremely compatible with the energy of life will not escape the moment she tries to control it.

Act according to your heart.

Even Zhang Zheng had a hard time figuring out why she could control the water aura. Her proficiency was as if she was born to have it as her arm.

This peculiarity can only be attributed to the dark blue mysterious water mass that melted into the body during the trip to Guyuan Secret Realm.

The possibility of mastering the true power of this technique is really slim. Perhaps when this technique was handed down, no one could accurately understand what it taught, so it was rated as an ordinary fourth-level technique.

This was a huge bargain for Zhang Zheng, who was extremely poor. The opportunity really came and he couldn't stop it.

"Long Ze's Rain Technique" has been completed. Zhang Zheng is satisfied with the result of practicing it thousands of times, constantly comprehending and overturning, constantly overturning and starting again. A pair of black eyebrows as handsome as distant mountains spread out.

He smiled for the first time since he was trapped in this hellish place.

These days, she was wandering around aimlessly while practicing the "Long Ze Rain Technique", and occasionally meditated for a while.

Feeling the seemingly weak but actually hard barrier in the dark, Zhang Zheng stopped practicing the technique with satisfaction. "Longze Rain Technique" has reached its first bottleneck. Without further breakthrough understanding, no further practice will make much difference.

significance.

Keep looking for the exit...

Zhang Zheng looked at the vast white clouds and mist in front of him without any difference and sighed.

Ever since she entered the world of cultivation, why did she feel like she was always trapped in all kinds of ghost places?

Whether it's the original Land of Absolute Spirits, and later the Land of Fansha, or the plains of the hidden Nan family, or the place of suppressing evil spirits in the secret realm of Guyuan where white bones are causing trouble.

She really couldn't get over being lost.

She is not a road idiot who cannot remember the way in the ordinary world. On the contrary, she is extremely sensitive to the route, otherwise she would not be able to survive alone, and she also found the way to the world of cultivation.

Zhang Zheng moved her fingers boredly, and a small piece of mist condensed into a water ball at her fingertips, changing into thousands of weird shapes as she moved.

Maybe after she safely leaves this hellish place, she should buy an evil amulet and a guide pin.

Someone!

Zhang Zheng quickly attached the Zhang Hidden Breathing Talisman to his body, covered his whole body with a water shield, disappeared in the misty clouds, and silently rushed towards the place where the breath of life was.

As she slowly approached, the faint breath of life became stronger. Blocked by the clouds and mist, Zhang Zheng openly eavesdropped on the whispers.

The female voice is gentle and ethereal, like an orchid in an empty valley, melodious and melodious, making people intoxicated.

"I am about to go with my brother and others. You must be extremely careful about this and don't start any disputes with others."

There was silence for a long time, and just when Zhang Zheng thought that the other person was mute, a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded, as harsh as scratching metal, and the loss in his tone was extremely obvious.

"I want to go with my sister."

The woman chuckled, her voice as gentle as water, "Don't be ridiculous, we Wansheng are not children anymore, can we still be separated from my sister?"

Wansheng stubbornly did not reply.

"The time is coming. I really can't accompany you anymore. Wansheng is good. When you reach Nascent Soul, my sister will open the ladder to take you to the upper realm in person, okay?"

There was another moment of silence, the woman turned and left, her figure was hidden by the clouds, and then a male voice sounded faintly.

"Wansheng listens to my sister."

The sound gradually became silent, and the breath of life traveled farther and farther. Behind the clouds and mist, Zhang Zheng stood there blankly with a doubtful look on his face.

Wishful?

Is it the Wansheng in the illusion she saw in the Guyuan secret realm?

Why does such a name appear in reality?
Chapter completed!