Between heaven and earth, the number nine is the ultimate.
After experiencing the ninth level of thunder tribulation, Zhou Xuanxin just looked calmly at the world that had returned to peace.
At this moment, the clouds have cleared and the sun is shining.
The roaring thunder just now was as if it had never existed.
The sky was as docile as a little beast that had just been taught a lesson.
But now, everything in the world has changed again in Zhou Xuanxin's eyes.
At this moment, flying in front of everyone's eyes is a real Dao Heavenly Realm.
The whole body is full of long-lasting aura, completely natural, already unobstructed, and reflecting the sky.
The three major acupoints are connected in a line, turning into the complex atmosphere of the three realms of all things.
The acupuncture points in the body are filled to the brim at this moment, and are filled with extremely pure and vast true energy.
In Qihai Dantian, there is even more divine light.
Not only is the strength as strong as the sea.
There is also a golden elixir that ordinary warriors would never dare to ask for, reflecting in it.
The elixir is formed in the body, illuminating all the meridians and acupoints, guiding the body to move around the sky naturally.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of heaven and earth, Wandao Senluo constantly optimizes the flow of energy in the body.
Every moment is an entry.
There is a leap with every breath.
He slightly cupped his hands towards the Shaolin monks, and without any further explanation, turned back towards the Sutra Pavilion.
However, he brushed off his clothes and left.
But the catastrophe of thunderous thunder really shocked Jiuzhou Fangyuan.
Although Shaolin does not publicize it to the outside world.
But everyone knows that the only one who can cause such extraordinary changes in the world in a short period of time is that young man.
For a time, there was not only heated discussion about this matter in the world, but also endless debates.
After all, the Great Dao Heavenly Realm is a legend.
What's more, is it the thunder calamity that is like nine celestial rivers?
In the end, almost all the nine-color thunder struck down at the same time.
People were amazed at Zhou Xuanxin's strength.
At the same time, he was shocked by the courage of this young man.
Everyone knows that the best way to face the ninth level of thunder calamity is to find a paradise with a rich barrier between heaven and earth.
By taking advantage of the stability of the mountains and ground, it can block as much of the power of thunder as possible.
Only in this way can one face the coming of God's power as little as possible during the tribulation.
But everyone can see it.
Zhou Xuanxin's approach can be said to be very different from the inherent approach of martial arts.
Flying to the upper world, slashing the sky thunder with sword!
Cut away thousands of thunder clouds with one sword.
Cut off the thundering beast with one sword.
With such strength, even if you look through ancient books, you probably won't be able to find the second one.
It is conceivable that even if this young man really encounters other ancient masters in the Heavenly Realm, he will still be able to kill them.
Compared with the previous times when he slashed Emperor Shitian with his sword and threatened Tianmen, he was in high spirits.
This time, what Zhou Xuanxin showed to the world was more decisive and fearless.
The world cannot but be shocked.
Zhou Xuanxin slowly fell down.
But I saw that the front of the Sutra Pavilion had been cleaned spotlessly.
The sweeping monk was hunched over and sorting through Buddhist classics and ancient books.
It seemed that Zhou Xuanxin was not surprised by his shocking move.
Perhaps only in the Great Dao Heavenly Realm can we understand each other’s cultivation best.
"You...should have seen it all."
The old monk's tone was warm, but also revealed a hint of seriousness.
Zhou Xuanxin nodded.
At this point, the two of them had already tacitly understood each other.
According to the half-step Dao deity who forcibly breaks through the realm of Emperor Shakti, he can make the gate of heaven half open.
What's more, Zhou Xuanxin ignores Tianwei's level of cultivation?
What the two of them were talking about were the immortals after the thunder tribulation.
It is true that what everyone in the world saw was Zhou Xuanxin's fearless figure facing the wind.
Zhou Xuanxin's desperate act was not only a reflection of his own character and cultivation.
It is also a shock and awakening to the people in heaven.
"You could have ascended just like that."
"Exactly, the boy saw the heavenly gate open when the first thunder struck."
Tigers, drums and harps come and Luans return to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp.
"But, you didn't do that."
"Do you know that opportunities like this don't come many times in a person's life?"
"The ancestors of the Xuanyuan family, the little Taoist ancestors of Longhu Mountain, and even Emperor Shitian who you killed a few days ago, they have all coveted it for thousands of years."
"But you abandon it like worn out shoes?"
"Master, you are here now, isn't it the best answer to Tianmen?"
When the old monk heard this, he stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at Zhou Xuanxin.
After a long time, he laughed out loud.
"What a young man, do you know that if you don't enter the Tianmen, it will almost be regarded as an open provocation against the upper world."
Zhou Xuanxin shrugged his shoulders.
He doesn't mind who he offends or doesn't offend.
As long as you cultivate yourself deeply, who can stop you?
I prefer to linger on the human world.
I chose to throw away that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like a pair of worn-out shoes.
If you want me to go together to the supreme void where there is no awareness and all things are self-aware.
Even if it lasts for tens of millions of years, it is still nothing.
However, Zhou Xuanxin and the sweeping monk also tacitly understood each other and did not continue talking.
Immortals will never give up on absorbing the luck of the world.
He will not stop playing tricks on the human world.
Naturally, there are many people in the world who still hope to have a glimpse of the whole Tianmen.
And what Zhou Xuanxin wants to do is not as simple as Jedi Heavenly Power.
What he wants to do is to strive for a path for the world that does not require looking at the faces of immortals.
Thinking of this, Zhou Xuanxin slowly walked into the quiet room.
Started the next stage of my collection reading.
Since I finished reading Leigu Mountain.
The number of classics read has also reached more than 50,000.
The next stage is one hundred thousand volumes of Taoist classics.
The quantity is so large that it is no small matter.
There are not many bookstores and huts in this world that can satisfy Zhou Xuan's heart.
The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is one of the few places in the Central Plains.
There are no less than tens of thousands of classics hidden here.
And they are all unique ancient books that are completely different from the outside world.
Zhou Xuanxin couldn't help but feel happy every time he saw it.
And since Zhou Xuanxin became famous all over the world, there is no shortage of Jianghu gangsters who want to read and stay for a while.
Even those powerful forces in the world have extended invitations to themselves.
But at this moment, there are not many people who can enter Zhou Xuan's mind.
Zhou Xuanxin didn't pay too much attention to the common names from the outside world.
He just concentrates on reading, practicing martial arts, practicing swordsmanship every day, and understanding the way of swordsmanship.
The days are peaceful and stable.
The fallen leaves are all over the empty mountain, where can I find traces of my whereabouts?
After several months of precipitation.
On this day, the door of the quiet room, which had not been opened for a long time, was slowly knocked.
It was a young novice, timidly waiting outside the door.
For him, how can he feel at peace when meeting a person of Zhou Xuanxin's stature?
However, when the door slowly opened, it was a handsome, gentle, and slightly tired young man.
"Child, what's the matter?"
The voice is gentle and sincere, yet still high-spirited.
"Young Master Zhou, the abbot sent me here to congratulate you."
"Why are you so happy?"
The little novice monk said slowly.
"The latest Jiuzhou Martial Arts Ranking is now available. The young hero's skills surpass those of the others and he has ranked among the top five in the Martial Arts Ranking!"
