Heavenly practice

Shen Zhuo didn't know what she was thinking, at this moment he almost couldn't wait to enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness to search for the talent inheritance of the Qiongshou clan.

The beast of the sky, the lord of the void.

If he really mastered the law of the void, not only would he be able to escape from Santu Peak, he might even be able to find his way home.

He was a little excited.

Pressing down the thousands of emotions in his heart, calming down, Shen Zhuo slowly closed his eyes and followed the trace of the aura left by Xuan Yu just now into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the first time for Shen Zhuo to see a materialized sea of ​​consciousness, a real sea.

The vast and boundless deep blue ocean is mysteriously dark in the night, and above the head is a crescent moon, as bright as jade, sacred and quiet, and the endless night is like an eternal illusion, but it is extremely clear.

The slight sound of the wind came from far away, like an ancient song, mixed with the voices of countless people, and finally turned into a low voice of a person after listening carefully.

Shen Zhuo found that it was a unique language, which he had never heard before, but at this moment he seemed to see the scene described in that language.

It was the ancient barren period, when the heaven and the earth first opened, the void and chaos alternated, a small beast opened its eyes from the void, and a dao pattern formed between its eyebrows...

The so-called inheritance refers to the memory of all ancestors inherited from the first generation of ancestors, including the memory of the place where they lived, and the memory of tens of millions of years of cultivation.

This is the first time for Shen Zhuo to see the inheritance memory with his own eyes, and it is so shocking that he almost shakes his heart that regards this world as an illusion again.

Huge memories filled his mind, Shen Zhuo immediately classified them with his own consciousness, only absorbed the part that was useful to him, and then quickly withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness of the beast.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was a black and white interlaced picture in front of him, Shen Zhuo's mind was in chaos, he fell backward with a puff, the back of his head hurt, and then he lost consciousness.

In a coma, Shen Zhuo had many dreams in a daze, many, many, it seemed that he had dreamed all the dreams of those years when he was sleeping in the body of the beast after death.

In the dream, like a revolving lantern, many people appeared, including the people he met when he came to Zhongzhou, and those he saw before coming to Zhongzhou, including Zhou Le, his ex-girlfriend, his mother, and the people he had seen before. Father who just left...

He fell into that dream, and seemed to have found his way home. He told his friends and relatives everything about him in Central Continent. They laughed and said that you must be dreaming, writing like crazy.

So Shen Zhuo laughed with them, and cried while laughing, they asked him why he was crying, Shen Zhuo said he didn't know, but he felt very uncomfortable, so he cried while laughing.

Don't cry, his mother said, if you don't enjoy writing a book, you won't write it.

Shen Zhuo nodded, okay, don't write anymore.

The next moment he opened his eyes abruptly, and what he saw was the night outside the window, with stars falling, and this silent side hall was silent.

Shen Zhuo moved his paws, climbed up the window sill outside along the jade platform, looked up, the stars in the dark night sky were shining like broken diamonds, and the bright moon was hanging on the ancient cliffs not far away. Eternal silence.

He was on the top of Santu Peak, with thousands of living beings in Lingdu under his feet. The wind seemed to blow from the nine heavens, and it was icy cold, blowing the hair of the beast.

Shen Zhuo felt as if he had also become an ancient tree, standing on the top of Santu Peak that all living beings look up to, sharing the sky and the earth with the sun and the moon, experiencing countless wind and rain, and becoming lonely as a rock.

His heart was empty, and the pain in his dream still remained in his chest, which was stuffy and swollen, making him unable to breathe.

The wind in the ear became colder and more fierce, and even the spiritual energy around him began to fluctuate. Shen Zhuo raised his head sharply, and found that the spiritual energy of the world above his head had produced a vortex and was moving violently.

He frowned and didn't want to care about it, but he couldn't bear his curiosity and climbed along the pillars to the roof of the demi-temple, only to see a person there.

Silver hair reaching the ground, more dazzling than the moonlight, eyes glowing deep purple, brighter than the stars, a black robe with dark patterns fluttering in the wind, and a monstrous icy-cold spiritual power engulfing the top of the head.

Shen Zhuo's pupils shrank.

Chang Ming raised his head, and indifferently stretched out his hand to fight against it. The huge deterrent like a giant beast in front of him made people's souls tremble. The moment the two forces collided, the surrounding space distorted. Shen Zhuo even saw He opened the time rift, and then he was thrown backwards by a force.

When he got up, everything had returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, except that Chang Ming's mutilated left arm told him bloody that everything just now was not an illusion.

Shen Zhuo was shocked, he never knew who in the world could hurt Chang Ming, or when he was using the main body, except for the protagonist in the later stage.

However, the power just now felt extremely familiar to him...

That is, heaven.

The man in front of him was actually fighting against the Dao of Heaven.

There was a trace of coldness in Shen Zhuo's eyes, overthinking himself.

Chang Ming didn't miss the coldness in its eyes, he looked sideways at this little beast that appeared by chance, he didn't seem to care about the wound on his left arm at all, and let it drip with blood.

Shen Zhuo's pure black eyes were like ice-cold glass, without any emotion, then turned and left, followed the pillars to the window sill, returned to the jade platform, picked up his own nest and put it on the window sill, and then climbed in by himself.

The black glass-like pupils were exposed, quietly looking at the tiny and colorful stars, and thinking about Chang Ming's actions just now in his mind.

Could this be the reason for Xuanyu's reminder?Chang Ming is actually provoking Heaven?What does he want to do?Could it be that it is to act first before Xin Tiandao makes a move?

No, no, he doesn't think Chang Ming is the kind of brainless person who dares to provoke Tiandao without any preparation, and Yunyun has already proposed to join forces with Santufeng to fight against Xin Tiandao, so he doesn't have to do it alone.

In addition, according to what Xuanyu said, Changming's behavior seems to have been doing this for a long time. Xuanyu didn't have any hope for it, so he could only persuade him to "take it easy". Do it suddenly.

But... for what?

The scene on the roof reappeared in Shen Zhuo's mind, the bloody arm...

It was the first time he saw Chang Ming suffer such serious injuries in the form of his body, and the other party was still calm, but when he turned his head to look at him, Shen Zhuo felt vaguely that he was in that indifferent pair of eyes. There was a trace of pain in his eyes.

pain--

Shen Zhuo opened his eyes wide and suddenly thought of something.

The Qiong Beast's sharp claws grabbed the fluffy nest fiercely, cutting the edge of the nest.

Shen Zhuo's calm eyes became cold, who can make the demigod suffer?There is only that woman, the woman who made Chang Ming cry.

"Ah……"

Wishful thinking, actually wanted to take advantage of the change of heaven and change his fate against the sky, and regain Jiang Zhi's soul that disappeared under the scourge of heaven.

He thought he could teach that person his emotions and desires, but it turned out that that person was not heartless at all, but left all his emotions to the woman tens of thousands of years ago.

Shen Zhuo sneered, I can go to hell.