Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

As soon as the second vision appeared, above the sky, although the broken thunder tribulation was still surging, its power had already caused little damage to Han Lian.

Feeling that the pure spiritual energy brought by the thunder tribulation was no longer useful to him, Han Lian did not hesitate, he started to absorb it by running his chaotic body.

Not only that, he flipped his hands and took out the immortal manual of the Emperor Dao scriptures in the system warehouse.

As soon as that page of Inextinguishable Heavenly Art emerged, strands of Chaos Qi swam on it.

The vague coercion in it caused a little distortion in the void in front of him.

After this page of scripture appeared, it did not stay in the outside world for a long time, just like the birth of spiritual wisdom, it went straight into his dantian.

In the blink of an eye, under the blessing of the Chaos Body, this Emperor Dao scripture opened up a second Dantian in his body, but saw a turbulent wave, a sea full of savage Chaos breath, appeared in it.

Han Lian looked at himself inwardly, seeing this scene, he suddenly realized something in his heart.

This is his own sea of ​​misery. The Emperor Dao scriptures have opened up the secret realm of Lunhai, so that his physical body can practice the cultivation method in "Zhitian Zhuan"!

It's just that it's still a bit reluctant to rely on the spiritual energy in this world to practice the method of covering the sky.

The thought fell, and the thunder tribulation in the sky became more and more raging.

But when the split fell on Han Lian, the pure lightning energy was absorbed by him and turned into nourishment for his body.

Taking advantage of this gap, he suddenly remembered that he had put the lottery and the reward in the warehouse before, and when the thought fell, he turned his hand and took it out.

It has been purified several times, a medium Originium the size of a walnut!

He put the source stone in the palm of his hand, and slowly placed it in front of him, urging the immortal power of his own cultivation.

No need for guidance, the chaotic body appeared as early as the moment it appeared, there were bursts of desire, and the pure source power was suddenly swallowed by him.

This Origin Stone fell into the sea of ​​bitterness, like a stormy sea, causing the entire sea of ​​bitterness to tremble.

On the surface of the entire sea of ​​bitterness, there were faint strands of chaotic energy, which gathered towards the position where the Emperor Dao scriptures of the Indestructible Heavenly Art were located.

Han Lian silently ran the method in his heart, and felt that a vortex was slowly forming, in which, the breaths of yin and yang blended with each other, constantly swallowing his vitality and the chaotic energy in his body.

The wheel of life is turning, and the fountain of life is opening up!

It can be seen to the naked eye that his hair is turning from black to white.

Feeling the speed at which his own vitality was fading, his expression changed slightly. As a last resort, he took out the fruit of the undead tree from the warehouse and swallowed it.

Before he could taste the taste of it, the whole fruit melted in his mouth, and the rich vitality filled the flesh for a while.

The white hair turned black again, not only that, but even his face was slightly immature.

With the help of this undead tree fruit, Han Lian's body was successfully opened up.

It is like a black hole, in which there are chaotic air from Yin to Yang rotating.

Threads of chaotic energy were born in the spring of self-determination, and it continued to spread towards his sea of ​​misery.

Life Spring, it's done!

Han Lian felt the change in himself and sighed in relief.

In his sea of ​​misery, the phantom of the heavens and the phantom of the secret realm of the Taoist palace all faintly appeared, but because of the power of the secret realm, it could not be revealed.

It didn't take long to open up the sea of ​​bitterness and condense the fountain of life. When Han Lian recovered, the thunder tribulation above his head was worthy of dissipating.

"Is this a cultivator of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm? Not counting my own Life Spring Realm, I feel like I can beat five at a time."

Han Lian clenched his fists, feeling that kind of power, a little unfulfilled.

Under normal circumstances, promotion to the celestial realm to condense the celestial phenomena requires a great deal of energy on the background.

However, under the blessing of the Chaos Body, Han Lian felt that there was no discomfort in his body, but it was surprisingly good.

‘In the realm of celestial phenomena, most people can only condense one celestial phenomenon, and he now has two celestial phenomena, thinking that in the realm of celestial phenomena, he is considered a first-class powerhouse.

I just don't know, what is the difference in combat power between myself and the butterfly transformation cultivator now...' He thought of such a thought, and it dissipated in a blink of an eye. There are only two around him, leaving aside the one he doesn't know about, there is Leng Hanchan left.

Although Leng Hanchan finally fell under the calamity of love, he is also the first person of the younger generation under the current general trend.

Han Lian perceives his current state and finds that under the blessing of Lei Jie, his celestial realm is actually very stable.

Pushing open the window and looking out, he found that the moon and stars were rare tonight. He was in a good mood, and he was very quiet and thoughtful, so he had the idea of ​​going out for a walk.

Now that he is a celestial cultivator, his skills are quite good, and without disturbing others, Han Lian jumped down from the guest room on the third floor.

Looking left and right, he saw no one, and he took out the emerald jade folding fan between his hands, opened it sassily, and walked out with a slight sway.

He was in a good mood and couldn't help humming.

Sister's legs are not legs, the spring water on the banks of the Seine; sister's waist is not waist, the machete that killed Saburo... Just when he hummed and walked away, behind Han Lian, I do not know when, more a figure.

He held his hands and wore a light blue robe, without any intention of concealing his figure.

Zen Master Wuding and Leng Hanchan, who were standing in the distance, also found this person, lest it be bad for Han Lian, Leng Hanchan wanted to make a move, but Zen Master Wuding raised his hand to stop him.

"Indeterminate elder?"

Seeing this scene, Leng Hanchan was stunned for a moment, and looked at his Taoist guardian with some doubts.

"Don't act rashly, just watch."

Elder Wuding looked at Han Lian, his eyes flashed a little deep thought, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that Leng Hanchan could not help, and explained: "Hanchan, have you ever thought that Mr. Han is just an ordinary storyteller, even if he is With enemies, it is already rare to have stronger transcendence and innate cultivators.

But you can perceive, what kind of realm is the person behind Mr. Han? "

When Leng Hanchan heard this, she also sensed the past with her spiritual sense, and then her expression became slightly condensed: That person is actually the same as himself, in the realm of butterfly transformation!

You must know that monks of this level are not common in the mortal world. If they are strong enough in actual combat, they can become the city lord of an underground city!

"Hanchan, have you ever thought that maybe that person saw you visiting Mr. Han a few days ago and wanted to use Mr. Han's hand to catch you out?"

"..."

Leng Hanchan heard this, and as expected, Elder Wuding took him over, and the icy aura on his body had begun to gather.

Seeing this, Elder Wuding couldn't help but nodded in his heart and said: "Don't worry about Mr. Han, you and I will watch for the time being. With this seat here, Mr. Han will not be hurt."