Chapter 421: Dream Space, Master Special Training

Under the effect of the Blood Transformation Heavenly Spirit Stone, the incomparably poisonous blood curse has been solved. Although Su Su lost too much blood, he was an innate martial artist after all, but after half an hour, he had already woken up slowly.

As soon as she woke up, the faces of the five innate masters became gloomy, especially the old man of the spirit turtle, who was even more angry.

However, after promising Feng Ziyue, he would not make another move on Su Su, at least in person, they still didn't dare.

"Feng Gongzi, now that this invincible monk's treasure has been discovered, we have all suffered some injuries, so we will not stay here for a long time, and I will say goodbye to Gongzi!"

The good things in the treasure of the invincible monk have been swept away by Feng Ziyue, but they don't dare to shout at Feng Ziyue, and it will be boring to stay any longer.

Except for the old man of the spirit turtle, the four of them each got a secret book, and naturally they also wanted to go back as soon as possible, retreat and do penance, so that they could go to the next level.

As for the old man of the spirit turtle, he has been planning for many years, but the bamboo basket has been empty, and even the disciples have turned against him, and the depression in his heart naturally does not need to be mentioned, but now although the blood curse is solved, his body is also very weak, and when he saw Su Su wake up, he was even more reluctant to stay longer, so he also said goodbye and left.

"Thank you Childe for saving your life......"

Su Su knew that she was able to survive this time because of Feng Ziyue, although when she asked him for help that day, Feng Ziyue did not agree, but at this time, she finally took action and saved her life.

"You're welcome. Feng Ziyue shook his head, this woman was thoughtful, although she was quite pitiful, but she didn't want to deal with it more after all, "If Miss Su has nothing else to do, please go back, now that your master has just solved the blood curse, he can't exert a few points of kung fu, and he may not be able to harm you......"

After obtaining the Blood Nightmare Sutra and the Blood Heavenly Essence Stone, Feng Ziyue also had a better understanding of the current situation of several people who had been hit by the blood curse, and they hurriedly left, Feng Ziyue also knew their hardships, at this time, it was still a problem to protect themselves, but I was afraid that I didn't have the heart to deal with this Su Su for the time being.

Su Su struggled to stand up, his face was pale, and he bowed to Feng Ziyue three times.

"This matter may be a gesture for the child, but for me, it is a matter of life, the son reminded that the little woman is in this world, there are indeed things to worry about, and when I finish this matter, I will definitely come to Wuyang City to repay the great kindness of the child......"

She didn't wait for Feng Ziyue to refuse, she stood up stubbornly, shook three times in one step, and returned to the original way, her figure looked very thin.

Feng Ziyue sighed and shook his head slightly.

In heaven and earth, the weak eat the strong, and everyone is struggling to survive.

It's like an ant, floating and sinking in fate, only the strong can change their lives against the sky and go with their hearts.

Now Feng Ziyue's strength has not reached such a strong realm, and what he can protect is only a few family and friends, and he really has no intention of caring about the rest.

Each person has his own fate.

This invincible monk's treasure battle has finally come to an end, and this harvest can be described as abundant.

Among them, the Blood Heavenly Essence Stone, the Qiankun Eight Immortal Stone and the Dream Returning Stone are three stones, each of which has great uses, the first two stones are worn on his body, allowing him to cultivate the blood yuan power and the stone yuan power to get twice the result with half the effort, and the third stone is the best place for him to sharpen his martial arts, especially if he can understand the nameless swordsmanship in it, it is even more amazing.

The rest of the Blood God Treasure Records and a number of Buddhist exercises, he had a rough glance, but there were many of them that could be practiced by relatives and friends around him, and he could also refer to them, which was of great benefit.

There are also treasures such as the Seven Treasures Statue of the Medicine Master Glazed Light Buddha, and now it is not possible to estimate their value for the time being, but after going back, carefully sort out and see how much of the value of these treasures is, maybe there will be some surprises.

There are also more than 10,000 innate pills, which finally temporarily solved his medicine shortage during this time, plus various formulas, after handing over to the sweet condensation cream, more pills will definitely be refined.

It's a pity that there are only two people who can refine the innate pill now, Ganning Frost and himself, in the end, it is still in short supply, if there are more people who can refine it, it will be good.

As for the gluttony and the five hundred unbroken golden monks, it was also a big harvest this time, Feng Ziyue thought about it, but decided not to take them away for the time being.

If you want to take away the five hundred golden monks, it is better to take them away with the golden hall, Sumeru mustard, it seems that it can't fit such a big thing, and the gluttony is still here for the time being, in this way, it is better to let the five hundred golden monks temporarily guard the portal, anyway, the golden Buddha who controls these golden monks has fallen into his hands.

Others, there is no way to deal with it.

Of course, what made Feng Ziyue happiest was that he finally broke through the innate seventh level in the battle with the Mutant Earth Dragon, and he could create his own battle scene, the Changming Pagoda of Ten Thousand Swords Villa, which was very suitable for his pride in the world, and he didn't plan to change it in a short period of time.

And in the Dream Stone, Hazy Sense's perception of the nameless swordsmanship is also extremely important.

It's a pity that this set of almost invincible swordsmanship can't be used in actual combat for the time being, so we can only wait for the future.

This invincible monk's treasure trip, Feng Ziyue's goals have been achieved, in terms of time, it is much faster than he imagined, at this time it is only summer, to find Long Buyang to compare the sword, it seems to be a few months early, it is better to be in this invincible monk's treasure, through the dream stone, and then retreat and sharpen for a while.

The decision was made, Feng Ziyue guarded the door with 500 gold monks, and he himself retreated in the Tibetan Martial Pavilion.

At this time, the Dream Stone had been taken away by him, and the Zangwu Pavilion had become an ordinary small building, until he took out the Dream Stone again, and then re-entered the dream realm that was both real and illusory.

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, and smiled slightly when he appeared.

"I didn't expect you to enter the core so easily, Childe, that gluttony didn't hurt you, right?"

This was asked knowingly, Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, "Fortunately, I got the Blood Spirit Pill and transformed the body of the Blood Spirit, so the gluttony never swallowed me in one bite, and you are not kind, Master." ”

The old monk smiled embarrassedly, "I know that Gongzi will be fine, but Gongzi's talent is too high, and the artistic conception of swordsmanship is really not something that the old monk can accept apprentices, so I didn't want to give this inheritance of the blood spirit pill, but I didn't expect Gongzi to get ...... himself."

It's not that the old monk is stingy, this is this blood spirit pill he wants to leave for his favorite disciple, Feng Ziyue can't worship him as a teacher, of course he has to hide it.

Feng Ziyue smiled and didn't bother with him.

"Master, now that the Dream Stone has arrived in my hands, I have come to ask the Master for advice, how to use this Dream Stone for cultivation?"

The old monk said that the Dream Stone can be cultivated in dreams, and it is very effective.

Feng Ziyue remembered to go in and out of the Tibetan Martial Pavilion, and the battle with the stone Sanyi, but it was like a reality, if it was in the Dream Stone, he could simulate all kinds of masters, then his own cultivation journey was much easier.

The old monk nodded, "This time the dream stone can restore the enemies you encountered, as long as your memory is clear, you can copy the divine thoughts, the old man has gone through hundreds of battles that day, and this time the dream stone also has a lot of memories of the enemy." ”

No matter what kind of strong enemy it is, as long as you have fought a battle, if you have a memory of his momentum and martial arts, you can copy it in the dream space of the Dream Stone, the more you understand the situation of this opponent, the more accurate it is, and the closer the strength is to the real enemy.

But after all, it is impossible to remember every detail clearly, and the masters in the copied dream space are always slightly inferior to the real people.

But even so, it was more than enough for the usual cultivation.

Feng Ziyue's heart moved, in the previous life, he had encountered a lot of opponents, among which countless strong enemies were still fresh in his memory, and in a single thought, he could also copy them.

Sure enough, as soon as he thought in his heart, a swordsman in purple clothes and long hair appeared in this small meditation room.

I only heard the old monk smile and said, "Childe, you are young, although your strength is strong, your previous opponent may not be very powerful, the old monk has hundreds of battles, and your opponent will not be ......."

As the purple-clothed man fully appeared, the old monk was stunned and looked at the purple-clothed man in disbelief.

"This ...... This is also your former opponent, Childe? Why do I think his strength is even stronger than you, Childe?"

This purple-clothed man exudes the momentum of the emperor in the sword, with two broadswords on his back, his face is solemn, he is not angry and arrogant, he takes two steps forward, but he is a tiger and a dragon, and he looks like an emperor.

The emperor of the sword, the sword emperor Zhuang Ziyang!

This is also a master of the eighth innate level, or slightly inferior to Long Buyang, a strange person of the first generation, but Feng Ziyue fought with him for seven days and nights, and he was also a person with a sword, this memory was extremely clear, and it was almost complete to reproduce Zhuang Ziyang with divine thoughts, in this dream space, Zhuang Ziyang's strength seemed to be stronger than that Shi San.

The old monk was dumbfounded, "Is this the teacher's teacher?"

In his mind, Feng Ziyue's current strength is still half a chip weaker than this purple-clothed man,—— you must know that it is much easier to copy an opponent who is weaker than himself than to copy an opponent who is stronger than himself, because the weak are easy to see through, and looking up at the strong, he may not be able to see clearly.

For example, Chu Madman, although Feng Ziyue can completely replicate his momentum in the dream space, this living person cannot be reproduced, because Feng Ziyue does not understand the power of his martial arts, and he can't imagine it for the time being.

Feng Ziyue's copy is so perfect, I'm afraid it's an extremely familiar person.

The old monk was about to admire, but when he saw that beside the purple-clothed Sword Emperor, another person slowly appeared, his face was gloomy, his thinness was abnormal, and there was an extremely narrow sword hanging from his waist, full of sword energy, revealing a strange and unpredictable aura.

Another innate eightfold master!

The old monk gasped - why are all of this young man's opponents so powerful?

Could it be that he has been fighting against such a master since he was a child? No wonder he is already so strong at fifteen years old - but thinking about his childhood, I am afraid it was also full of blood and tears.

The old monk looked at Feng Ziyue sympathetically, but saw that he closed his eyes and pondered, still thinking about his previous opponent.

This person with a gloomy appearance is naturally the middle stream of the Shadowless Divine Sword Tube, but he is the one who finally challenged Feng Ziyue at the top of the Changming Pagoda after his swordsmanship is completed, not the one who died in the Galaxy World at the fifth level of the Tianwu Trial.

This person's swordsmanship is also quite unique, Feng Ziyue did not use people to abolish the sword, but still copied him.

Then beside the two of them, a man in black clothes with a bronze mask appeared, with an unsheathed black sword hanging from his waist, exuding a surging demonic aura on it, even if he didn't move, there were tiny purple lightning thunderbolts, which couldn't stop winding and bursting out.

As soon as this person appeared, there was an oppressive aura in the air, and I saw that the man's eyes behind the bronze mask showed blood-red pupils, which looked very terrifying.

is still a master of the innate eightfold.

Sword Demon Genyuanzi!

This person entered the Demon Dao with a sword, realized the Demon Dao swordsmanship from killing, and was also one of Feng Ziyue's fierce opponents.

Of course, it is also the soul of the Changming Pagoda that day.

These three sword-wielding people are the opponents that Feng Ziyue understands the most, so they copy them first, and their strength is also the closest to the deity.

Some of the people who copied later were a little weaker, not that their kung fu was not as good as the previous three, but these people didn't use swords, and Feng Ziyue's understanding of their martial arts was separated by a layer after all, and they couldn't show their essence.

For example, Master Yuanyuan, the national teacher of the Fan State Wudao Qiankun - of course, was not the one who hunted for treasure together this time, and he was also the opponent of the last battle in Changming Tower, at that time, he had broken through the eighth layer of innate nature, and his robe was all over the sky, and the treasure was solemn.

For example, Xiaoxiang Witch Leng Youhan, Ye Yuancheng, the Lord of the Valley of No Return, and others, were all first-class masters in the world at that time, and now in Feng Ziyue's divine thoughts, they all appeared in this dream world.

Although the strength is slightly inferior to the deity, in the eyes of the old monk, it is already breathtaking.

"Obediently, the old man has lived for three hundred years, and although he has met more masters than this kid, he is only fifteen years old now, and he has already fought with so many masters, and it is really limitless in the future......"

One or two, may be Feng Ziyue's division commander, but so many masters above the innate eightfold have very different styles, and they have nothing to do with Feng Ziyue's martial arts, and it seems that they are really the opponents he has experienced.

The strength of these masters is slightly better than the current Feng Ziyue, but he is not afraid, and he can almost be said to know their strength well.

Such a young man can't be described as a genius, it's simply a demon!

Feng Ziyue opened his eyes, he had just tried to replicate the Chu madman, but he had failed.

Chu madman's momentum and coercion, he was very impressed, but in the end he didn't really do it, and he didn't know much about his martial arts, and he wanted to copy it in this dream space, but he couldn't.

However, seeing this group of awe-inspiring opponents, Feng Ziyue laughed.

Back then, when I tried the sword world, I had to go all over the place, but now it is much easier and easier.

"Okay! Then this dream special training will start with you!"

Feng Ziyue pointed to the middle stream of the tube.

This kind of opponent copied from the dream space has no thoughts, and he will not feel afraid, but somehow, Feng Ziyue pointed at this, and the middle stream of the tube unconsciously turned a little pale.

The inhumane hell training begins!