When it was almost dawn, Chu Tian and Zi Xiaosheng sat on the top of the main peak of Han Cui Cliff, watching Zi Wanzhong busy in the air.

It is truly unfathomable!

A total of 81,000 purple figures were suspended in the air, with different expressions and different movements, and the spells recited in their mouths were also very different. The 162,000 palms quickly changed the seal technique, and the fingertips kept spraying out one twisted and ferocious, purple-black dragon head, phoenix tail purple talisman divine seals, constantly blending into the void around Hancui Cliff.

A crystal ball surrounded by thousands of thin smoke is suspended in the air.

There are many mountains, rivers and mountains in the crystal ball, countless rivers and lakes, the sun, moon, stars, grass and birds flying. This crystal ball is like a small and complete world, all-encompassing and omnipresent.

The edges of the crystal ball were hazy, as if they merged into the entire void where Han Cui Cliff was. Straws of extremely thin smoke pulled into the gossip that had lasted tens of thousands of miles, and gently pierced into the voids in all directions.

These shiny tobacco lines communicate with the earth's veins and run through the mountains, rivers and mountains around Hancui Cliff, connecting every mountain, every tree, every flower, plant, and every grain of sand and soil.

There are images of mountains, rivers and mountains around Hancui Cliff within tens of thousands of miles, and everything is imprinted in the crystal ball.

All images are condensed from countless dense small runes representing the mystery of heaven and earth. These runes flow either lightly or solemnly according to some indescribable rules, and inexplicable fluctuations of heaven and earth continue to flow out from these runes.

Chu Tian stared at the wandering runes in the crystal ball in a daze.

Condensed into rocks and mountain runes, they move very slowly, very slowly.

Condensed into runes of the river, their speed of running is very light and agile.

The runes that outline the shape of flowers, plants and trees flow speed between mountains and rocks and flowing water, both fast and slow, and are filled with a certain high breath of life.

In the image in the crystal ball, the tiny runes also form wisps of wind, wisps of light, and wisps of magical existence that ordinary people cannot feel at all. It is these tangible and intangible existences that make up the entire world.

Chu Tian vaguely felt that the images displayed in the crystal ball sacrificed by Zi Wanzhong might be the real form of the world. If he could comprehend the laws of the flow of runes and figure out the secrets, then he would see through this heaven, understand this earth, and control the most rooted power of this earth.

But I can't understand it, I can't understand it at all.

He stared at the crystal ball for a quarter of an hour, trying to figure out how the images in the crystal ball operated and how they were constructed. As a result, his soul power was rapidly consumed. In just a quarter of an hour, he felt a splitting headache and wanted to faint.

A burst of cold sweat oozed out of his back heart, and Chu Tian sighed sincerely: "The strength of the great law enforcement is truly unfathomable!"

"That's it! I'm old and not dead, I'm a thief. After living for a long time, my cultivation will naturally be higher, and it's nothing special." Zi Xiaosheng curled his lips and smiled proudly: "My talent is a hundred times stronger than Uncle. When I live to his age, I can suppress him with just one finger!"

"Cultivation!" Chu Tian could not see Zi Xiaosheng being so proud. He stared at Zi Xiaosheng and said, "If you can achieve today's cultivation, you must have worked hard for countless years. Brother Zi, if you are still so playful, still so naughty, and still wander around like this, your cultivation level in the future..."

Zi Xiaosheng hit Chu Tian's shoulder heavily, interrupting Chu Tian's words: "You don't understand, when our Zijia tribe members were born, their talents and potential were basically fixed. When they practice, their cultivation level will grow faster, but if they don't practice, their cultivation level will not be much slower."

Zi Xiaosheng smiled indifferently, with a hint of confusion and bitterness in his smile: "So, when I was born, I knew that in a few years, except for the truly unfathomable ancestor, I would be the strongest person in the Zijiao family. So, everyone is offering me, and no one dares to disobey me... Finally, a Madam Liu who dares to betray me and offend me, the old guys will protect her as a treasure."

"Since I was a child, I had whatever I wanted. No matter what I did, it was natural. No matter what I did, it was taken for granted." Zi Xiaosheng said quietly: "If the purple valve is interesting, it would be interesting, but the purple valve is such a boring place... It's really boring!"

Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng in shock.

When you were born, did your talent and potential have been fixed?

Without hard practice, your strength will naturally increase?

What a pride of heaven, and how generous the heaven and earth are to the Zijiao tribe members? But for Zi Xiaosheng, this is indeed a little cruel.

He can't find the goal of life or the meaning of life, right?

Because everything was fixed before he was born!

"Uncle is the only one among all my elders who have a crack in his head!" Zi Xiaosheng looked at Zi Wanzhong who was busy in the air, lowered his voice and smiled: "If other old people in the clan come over, hey, they will definitely not look down on your qualifications and potential. I can save your life, but don't think about taking out any benefits from them!"

Chu Tian was stunned and subconsciously touched the Qingjiao Sword placed horizontally on his knees.

The sword body of the Qingjiao Sword is as clear as water, green as dripping. The green sword body is covered with countless mysterious and mysterious patterns, jumping agilely like a living thing. Two purple air pierced the sword edge of the Qingjiao Sword, burning like flames on the sword edge, highlighting the extraordinaryness of the Qingjiao Sword.

The hilt of the Qingjiao Sword turned into a dragon-shaped breath of Canggu. The sword body was spit out from the open dragon's mouth, and the earth-shaking dragon roar could be heard from the hilt of the sword.

In order to refine the Qingjiao Sword, Zi Wanzhong paid a heavy price.

All the treasures in his hand that could be used to increase the power of the Qingjiao Sword were squeezed out by Zi Xiaosheng.

Not only that, he also used the unique heart furnace of the purple valve to refine it. The loss of hard work and mind made him rest for at least a hundred years before he could recover.

At this time, the Qingjiao Sword was just quietly crossing there, but Chu Tian felt a burst of palpitations. It was like an ancient ferocious beast curled up there without emitting any breath. Its appearance was like a natural disaster, which made all living beings afraid.

Chu Tian looked at his left hand. On his left forearm, one hundred and eight longan-sized black beads slowly rotated around his arm, constantly emitting a black light, like one hundred and eight small black holes, making people feel inexplicably cold.

A set of 108 "Annihilation Star Beads", the ultimate defensive treasure, is said to be an ancient powerful man who condensed with 108 extinguished sun cores!
Chapter completed!