Chapter 452

"Little friend, don't be so nervous! If you can enter the spiritual world in cloth and silk, it means that your spiritual talent has reached the standard. Otherwise, even if you get cloth and silk, you can't enter here." the white haired old man smiled and changed the topic.

"Spiritual talent?"

Looking at the old man in front, Zhuo Wen felt more and more that the old man in front of him was not simple. The former had great strange fluctuations when he raised his hands and feet. Zhuo Wen knew that the old man in front of him could annihilate himself at any time if he wanted to.

"Hehe! Yes, I have set a ban on this piece of cloth and silk. Only when the spiritual talent meets my requirements can you enter the spiritual world through cloth and silk. But your boy is not simple. He has practiced such powerful secret skills as Wanyan Zhenjing. In the future, your boy's future is unlimited, and you are naturally qualified to be inherited from the cloth and silk." the white haired old man said.

"Cloth and silk contain a spiritual secret skill created by me. I just explored it. There are four kinds of earth fires on you. It seems that the opportunity is not small! Hey hey, then my spiritual secret skill is more suitable for you!" said the white haired old man.

"Oh? What is the spiritual secret skill suitable for me?" Zhuo Wen said in high spirits.

"When you get out of the spiritual world, the spiritual secret skills will naturally be displayed in cloth and silk! Because you have Wanyan Sutra, I am also happy to see you and drag you into the spiritual world to see you!"

Speaking of this, the white haired old man suddenly rubbed his hands obscene, shyly approached Zhuo Wen and said, "boy! What? Can I borrow the Wanyan Scripture?"

Seeing the old man who was originally a fairy, he showed a trace of obscene expression. Zhuo Wen immediately felt a strange sense of disobedience in his heart, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

Zhuo Wen got the Wanyan Sutra by chance, so he handed it to the white haired old man who met for the first time. Zhuo Wen was also hesitant.

However, Zhuo Wen also knows that the old man in front of him has been very polite to him. After all, he can construct such a huge spiritual world. He will never be an ordinary person. Such a strong man can directly kill him with a wave of his hand.

The white haired old man also saw Zhuo Wen, who was hesitant. He patted his forehead and said, "it seems that I'm a little direct. Boy, I won't borrow your Wanyan Sutra for nothing. I'll exchange it with you equally! Well, I see that your mental strength has reached the third level, and I'm only one step away from reaching the fourth level arcane master."

"If you can lend me the Wanyan Sutra, hehe, I'll help you improve your mental strength to the fourth grade arcane master," said the white haired old man, who rubbed his hands obscene and shyly approached Zhuo Wendao.

Hearing the speech, the hesitation on Zhuo Wen's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes glittered. He quickly nodded and said, "if you can help me break through to reach the fourth level arcane master, what about borrowing the Wanyan Sutra for you? However, can you really help me break through to reach the fourth level arcane master?"

Since the spiritual power reached the third level, Zhuo Wen felt that the spiritual power in the mud pill palace entered the territory very slowly. Although he had heard that after the arcane master reached the fourth level, earth shaking changes would take place and would really degenerate.

In the past, the arcane masters were thought to have extremely low combat effectiveness. If the martial arts masters of the same level compete with the arcane masters, the martial arts masters will explode the arcane masters.

However, once the level of an arcane master reaches the level of the fourth grade, earth shaking changes will really take place, because after the arcane master reaches the fourth grade, his spiritual power will become extremely solid and tenacious.

It is the power of the fourth level mental power that is so powerful that the fourth level arcane master can attack and defend by mental power, and his mental power can resist the earth level Lingbao.

Zhuo Wen's spiritual power in the mud pill palace is as high as 9981 because he has practiced the Wanyan Sutra. If Zhuo Wen's spiritual power really reaches the fourth grade, he may not be weaker than the third wheel emperor's extreme state alone.

If Zhuo Wen's spiritual power breaks through and reaches the fourth grade arcane master, Zhuo Wen will not be afraid of LV Yongsheng at all.

Seeing Zhuo Wen questioning himself, the white haired old man immediately blew his beard and glared and said, "it's just to help you forcibly promote to the fourth grade arcane master. What's the difficulty? For me, it's just a small effort."

As he spoke, the white haired old man burst out an extremely terrible breath. The breath was as vast as the ocean and as vast as the boundless starry sky. In front of this breath, Zhuo Wen was like a small boat capsizing at any time in the storm, small and humble.

"What a powerful breath. How can this breath be so powerful?"

Zhuo Wen finally showed a look of horror on his face. The breath of the white haired old man was so huge that he had no resistance at all. In Zhuo Wen's feeling, the breath of LV Nantian, Marquis of the curtain Qin Dynasty, was far less than one thousandth of that of the white haired old man. The old man was too terrible.

"Who is this old man? Why is his breath so terrible?"

At this time, Zhuo Wen's body began to crack under this breath. A trace of red blood overflowed from his bare body, looking sad and ferocious.

The white haired old man also saw the difference of Zhuo Wen, quickly restrained his breath, looked at Zhuo Wen apologetically and said, "you know my power! Come here, I'll help you top it now and help you break through the four grades!"

With that, the white haired old man waved his right hand, and the strong force immediately pulled Zhuo Wen in front of him, stretched out a thin arm and gently touched the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

Zhuo Wen only felt that the center of his eyebrows was cool, and immediately a strong spiritual force was continuously input into Zhuo Wen's mud pill palace from the old man.

Boom!

The mud pill palace is like thunder on the flat ground. Its spiritual power turns into a vortex, like a sea embracing all rivers. It sucks all the spiritual power of the white haired old man into the mud pill palace.

With the continuous entry of spiritual force, the swirling spiritual force in the mud pill palace expanded rapidly, and finally shrouded the whole mud pill palace. When the vortex expanded to the extreme, it exploded with a bang, and the swirling spiritual force turned into a light rain.

Countless light rain recombined and condensed in the mud pill palace. Finally, the spiritual power capacity formed in the mud pill palace became much smaller than before, but Zhuo Wen could feel that this spiritual power was much stronger than before.

If the mental power of the mud pill palace was a fragile silk thread in the past, the mental power of the mud pill palace is now a steel wire as strong as iron stone.

Slowly opened his eyes, a wisp of fine awn suddenly surged out of his eyes, and Zhuo Wen's face was full of excitement. At the same time, countless spiritual storms rose out of thin air around Zhuo Wen, wreaking havoc and destruction in the void, and its space was directly torn to pieces by such spiritual storms.

"Is this the power of the four spiritual powers?"

Feeling the destructive and terrible spiritual storm in the void, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of joy. The destructive power of the fourth grade spiritual power was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Boy! Now that I've helped you reach the top and break through, you should also lend me the Wanyan Sutra!" the white haired old man rubbed his hands and approached Zhuo Wendao again.

"Thank you, master. You've really helped me a lot this time! It's natural to borrow the Wanyan Sutra. If it's not for the boy's complete cultivation, why not give it directly to the master?" Zhuo Wen bowed his hand with gratitude and made a move with his right hand, took out an iron piece from the heaven and earth bag and handed it to the white haired old man.

"Master, what is recorded in this iron piece is Wanyan Sutra!"

The white haired old man quickly took the iron piece and said with a smile, "the young man is very straightforward. I like your character! But you can rest assured that I just look at it. I will return it to you after reading it. I won't take advantage of you."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen sighed softly in his heart. What he was most afraid of was the terrible old man in front of him. After taking away the Wanyan Sutra, he would not return it directly!

With the terrible strength of the old man, Zhuo Wen was unable to get back the Wanyan Sutra in the hands of the white haired old man.

With that, the white haired old man no longer paid attention to Zhuo Wen, but began to concentrate on looking at the Wanyan Sutra in the iron film. With the passage of time, the old man's eyebrows sometimes stretched, sometimes frowned, sometimes yelled, and sometimes shouted, and his behavior was similar to that of a madman.

About an hour or so, the white haired old man took a deep breath, flashed a fine light in his eyes, and laughed: "I see. No wonder Wanyan Scripture can have the effect of dividing spiritual power. It turned out to be this principle. Why didn't I expect it? It's wonderful, ha ha!"

The old man with white hair stepped on the soles of his feet and disappeared in place. The next moment, he was thousands of miles away and almost turned into a small black spot.

Whoosh!

The iron piece turned into a black awn and gently fell on Zhuo Wen's palm. At the same time, the voice of the white haired old man laughing was like rolling thunder in the whole void.

"Little fellow! I really want to thank you this time. I've been looking for Wanyan Sutra for thousands of years, but I've never found any clues! I didn't expect that the cloth I left at random brought you to me, and you still have Wanyan Sutra on you. It seems that God helps me!"

"Ha ha! Little guy, your talent is very good. Maybe we will meet again in the near future! Now I'll go first."

The old man with white hair laughed wildly in his ears, and Zhuo Wen's eyes showed surprise. It took thousands of years to find Wanyan Sutra. What kind of old monster is this? After all, a warrior who can live for thousands of years is at least an imperial territory!

"The old man is at least a strong man in the imperial realm! It's really terrible. I was lucky to meet the legendary strong man in the imperial realm, and it seems that the old man's spiritual cultivation is also very terrible. At least he is also a six grade arcane master. He's really an old monster!"

Looking at the figure in the distance, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of complex colors. This was the second time he had seen the strong in the imperial realm. The first time was the old man in sackcloth who protected mu chenxue in the ancient cave.