Just when Li Qingyuan and the others were selecting rewards in the Starry Sky Treasure House, Wang Caiwei and the others also fell into cultivation.

When the king cultivates, he can fall into a state of cultivation when he closes his eyes, which is a habit formed for a long time and integrated into instinct.

Moreover, this place is the heavenly dome, even if there are a large number of people, everyone is not afraid that someone will storm and hurt people and disturb everyone's cultivation, so they are more at ease than the cultivation room.

Because of the old dream, it does not allow such a thing to happen, its own strength is unfathomable, and it is cultivated in its tree hole, and any situation can be controlled.

Wang Caiwei closed her eyes and cultivated as usual, the spiritual patterns in her brain flickered, and she entered a state of deep cultivation.

She is the purest spirit pattern master, and her cultivation is also the secret martial arts of the spirit pattern master, ordinary people cultivate the yuan seed, but she uses the yuan seed as the spirit pattern carrier, and carves the spirit pattern on the yuan seed.

The more spirit patterns, the stronger the yuan species, and the stronger the strength, this is the way that belongs to the spirit pattern master, and ordinary transcendents can't learn it.

The thick Yuan Qi turned into a mist and shrouded the heads of hundreds of people, and as they cultivated, the Yuan Qi mist was gradually absorbed and refined by them.

The half-step emperors did not cultivate, and at their level, this little cultivation time had no effect at all, and they all had a special aura in extracting vitality.

Tianqiong has condensing incense for sale to the outside world, and one of the materials is that there is no wonderful aura in the vitality, and the price is very expensive, and it is specially used for half-step emperors to cultivate.

The condensing incense is not as wonderful as the breath, but the key is that it is sufficient, and the breath unique to the heavenly dome is very small.

Wang Caiwei absorbed and refined the first wisp of Yuan Qi Mist, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and the spirit pattern on the Yuan Seed couldn't wait to absorb the Yuan Qi Mist.

To be precise, the breath in the mist of the Yuan Qi makes the Yuan Seed can't wait to swallow it, as if something can make it addictive.

In just a moment's effort, Wang Caiwei felt that she had improved a little, which made her ecstatic, and she immediately seized the time to cultivate.

Don't underestimate this thread, it is not an easy thing for a senior king to improve, and if you want to improve a little, I am afraid that it will take a few months, or even a year or two.

Now that I have just started cultivating, I have this effect, which is really extraordinary, and it is a great surprise and surprise.

Not only Wang Caiwei, but also the kings below the half-step emperor level, all of them have gained a lot, and they don't care about anything else at all, and concentrate on cultivating.

Compared with the people in the tree hole, in the treasure house of the starry sky, everyone has also gained a lot.

For the junior king, a real weapon can be satisfied, the primary real weapon is not bad, and the intermediate real weapon is better.

Not everyone has the value of Li Qingyuan, even if they are from top forces, if they are not favored by the family, they will fight by themselves, and they don't know how long they will have to struggle.

Of course, those who can enter the heavenly dome are Tianjiao, and they are naturally arrogant and seek better.

For example, Chu Minye, this kid has the combat power of an intermediate king, and he was divided into the intermediate area, but he just wanted to find a high-level real weapon.

A punch blasted out, the stars only cracked, not exploded, and if you want the treasure inside, you can only keep bombarding, consuming a lot of time.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone was sent out of the tree hole by Meng Lao, even Li Qingyuan and the others.

Wang Caiwei looked at Feng Wuji, saw that his face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he had gained, and Li Qingyuan was still talking to Qi Ling'er.

"This time everyone has their own gains, which is also a gratifying thing," Meng Lao said, "This is the last time I will see you, from today onwards, I will be closed to death!"

This news shocked everyone present, the retreat is not a simple matter, if you can't break through, you will stay in retreat until you die!

"Meng Lao, why is it so sudden?" Feng Wuji's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly asked.

"Not suddenly, the old man has been preparing for this retreat for a hundred years!" Meng Lao sighed, "My body has reached its limit, if I can't break through as soon as possible, I'm afraid my lifespan will be less than five hundred." ”

Five hundred is of course a long time for mortals, but it is very short for transcendents! Especially for Meng Lao, it is only a few dreams.

"You are all destined for me, this is the first time in hundreds of years that so many transcendents have entered the Heavenly Dome, and I am finally giving you some gifts!"

After Meng Lao finished speaking, with a wave of his big hand, hundreds of willow branches appeared in front of everyone, "This is my ontology willow branch, the advanced level of the real weapon, it is still useful to you, it is the last gift!"

After he finished speaking, he bowed his hand to everyone and disappeared in place!

The kings did not have the joy of getting additional items, and the news that Dream Lao was going to close the death gate brought an extraordinary impact to everyone.

Some kings have been keenly aware that something is wrong, if Meng Lao is closed, then who will guard the portal of the heavenly dome?

Even Li Qingyuan's brain was spinning, and he looked at Feng Wuji several times, and he noticed that things were not ordinary.

But neither of them spoke, not even to transmit the sound. There are a lot of half-step emperors nearby, and the transmission is not safe.

Everyone waited in place for a while, and immediately more than a dozen people flew in from afar, these are the major forces, people stationed in the sky.

Naturally, there are also people from the True Martial Arts Academy among them!

"This is Mo Qingsong, Deacon Mo, one of the academy's resident celestial vaults, and his master is the Emperor of Mountains and Rivers!" Feng Wuji introduced.

"Qingyuan has seen Deacon Mo!"

"Haha! It's all your own people, why be so polite, I have long heard that there is an extra dean in the college, this meeting is really extraordinary, Dean Li's real brew ......"

"Naturally, there is, please Deacon Mo smile!" Li Qingyuan immediately sent the fire refining real brew.

Deacon Mo smiled happily, and then took a few people to the courtyard of the True Martial Academy.

Deacon Mo's appearance in his thirties is actually an old monster who has lived for a hundred years, laughing and scolding, informal, and introducing everyone to all parts of the sky along the way.

The sky dome is a piece of sky, floating hundreds of islands, the islands are large and small, and only the strong can occupy the islands to build courtyards.

There are seven floating islands under the name of the True Martial Academy, six of which are royal-level courtyards dedicated to the residence of emperors, and Li Qingyuan and the others are going to the largest island, with hundreds of courtyards on them.

This floating island called Tianshu Island has an oval appearance, the mountain peaks are not high, the terrain is quite flat, the environment on the island is very good, you can see strange flowers and plants everywhere, and there are some monsters.

Mo Qingsong is a high-level king, specially stationed on Tianshu Island, one is to communicate with the outside world, to transmit the news in the heavenly dome, and the other is to cultivate talents.

Only then did Li Qingyuan know that on Tianshu Island, there were twelve Tianjiao selected from the True Martial Arts Academy, plus the previous Tianjiao, there were seventy-two students on the island alone, and all of them were kings.

Every four years, the True Martial Arts Academy has to select talents and send them to Tianshu for elite training, Yan Qingyi, as Tianjiao, happens to have one year to qualify, and now he can break through the king on his own and come to Tianshu Island, which is also strength and opportunity.

(End of chapter)