Martial Saint!.

Chapter 581: Old Man Qing Yunzi (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)

The image of the Great Dream Path is a colorful butterfly.

“Zhuang Zhou dreams of being a butterfly, and the butterfly dreams of being Zhuang Zhou.”

Lu Chenzhou thought of the ancient books of sages.

The butterfly fluttered its wings slightly, and on its surface were faces with closed eyes, representing all living beings.

Above each face, there is a bubble, representing its dream.

The dreams of billions of creatures make up the scales of the wings.

The scale powder forms complex and mysterious patterns, like tadpole-like characters.

Looking closely, these characters are very similar to those used by practitioners in the Great Wilderness, including those used by the Divine Court to pass on their methods.

These are [Tao texts], which appear on the surface of every kind of Tao rule.

By comprehending the great Dao, memorizing the Dao texts, and arranging and combining the Dao texts in a certain order, one can then create a method to follow the Dao.

These are crucial for Lu Chenzhou to create the seventh-level method of the Great Dream Dao.

Each Taoist text contained profound truths, and required a great deal of his energy to memorize them.

In my mind, the martial arts tree was watered by the essence of Tao and continued to grow taller.

The fifth-level Chaos Dao rose slightly, while the fourth-level Great Dream Dao rushed up step by step, unstoppable!
Lu Chenzhou was immersed in it. The rich aura of the Great Dream spread out from him, and instantly swept across a thousand miles.

The drunken monkeys in the mountains fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The masters, grand masters, and even the kings of heaven who were practicing in the cave were all immersed in dreams without any awareness.

As soon as Emperor Xinmeng stepped into the cave, he stood there in a daze, carefully feeling the essence of the unity of man and nature.

"The military lord's Great Dream Path is about to break through."

She sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.

This is the benefit of following Lu Chenzhou, you can get some Taoist energy from time to time.

After refining the Dao stele, the Great Dream Dao was still a little short of the fifth level.

Lu Chenzhou struck while the iron was hot, relying on sweat and understanding, and not taking shortcuts to enlightenment.

This went on for half a year.

This day.

In my mind, the martial arts tree gave me clear prompts.

[Da Meng Dao: Level 100 (1%) → Level (%)]

Lu Chenzhou ended his meditation and opened his eyes. In his pupils, there flashed a colorful butterfly shadow.

The butterfly emerged, leaving behind two giant star-like eggs.

"Finally it's done. The fourth fifth-order path."

Lu Chenzhou let out a long sigh.

The more time passes, the harder it becomes to comprehend the Tao.

No wonder even though there is no need to open up their minds, the cultivation of the powerful people in the seventh realm of Daxia is still not fast enough.

It is more difficult to realize the truth than to open up.

He looks simple, firstly, he has an extraordinary high level of comprehension, and secondly, he can refine the Tao essence of others.

After the seventh realm, the practice of secret techniques, combat skills, methods, magical powers...all martial arts is essentially the practice of Tao.

As the Great Dream reached the fifth level, the Martial Arts Tree continued to grow higher until it reached 200 million feet.

[Chaos Path: Level 20 (%)]

At the fifth level of the Great Dream, Lu Chenzhou looked back at the "Nanda Heart Sutra" and found many flaws at a glance.

"There is no perfect method in this world. In front of the great way, everything is child's play."

Lu Chenzhou recalled the perfect and magnificent colorful butterfly.

In the ocean of consciousness, the power of the mind constantly simulates and copies out the Taoist texts one by one.

Different Taoist texts are randomly combined, sometimes disappearing, sometimes exploding.

Every time he failed, his mental strength would be damaged by one point.

He persevered and fought again and again after repeated failures, and the number of bottles of fairy dew around him increased.

“If we can simulate even one ten-thousandth of the divine essence of the seven-colored butterfly, it will be enough to take the Nalanda Heart Sutra to a higher level.”

……

Ancient dragon world.

A remote and wild place.

In the sea outside the world.

"Father, look, I can also travel in the sea of ​​ruins."

"And I."

Seven slender, pale-faced dragonborn men and women with single horns on their heads and two pairs of translucent wings on their backs were playing.

They are descendants of the Taixu Dragon and also belong to the Golden Eyed Human Race, with aura ranging from the fourth to the sixth realm.

The waves of the Ruins Sea parted, and a middle-aged man with dragon horns, wearing azure light armor, with a thin body and a sharp face, looked gratified.

"Yes, carefully comprehend this sea of ​​ruins, comprehend the power of the void, and use the void to promote the transformation of your bloodline."

“Father, can we grow to be as powerful as our ancestors?” asked a young boy with the mind of a child.

The middle-aged man sighed inwardly, but smiled and said firmly:

"If we practice well, we can all become ancient true spirits that travel through the three thousand worlds and dominate the universe.

At any time, don't forget that our ancestor is the [Taixu True Dragon]!"

Any dragonborn is a dragon by blood.

There are not many types of ancient true spirits, and dragons account for half of them.

"Oh, what's a real dragon? It's just a servant of the gods."

Suddenly, a disdainful laugh sounded in everyone's mind.

A strong divine pressure descended from the sky, as if placing people in the deep ocean.

Whoosh! A stream of white light broke through the waves of the sea. It was a warship that looked like a flying shuttle. The whole ship was radiant with divine light, and there were two figures standing on the top.

One was of heroic appearance, wearing red flame armor, and the other had a gloomy face, carrying a divine bow on his back.

"Gods?" The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly.

Before he could guess what these people were doing.

Then two auras that were infinitely close to the eighth realm burst out at the same time.

Without any suspense, the middle-aged man in the early seventh realm was suppressed on the spot.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to start a war with my Ancient Dragon Realm? Do you know that there are eight realms in my Ancient Dragon Realm?"

The middle-aged man looked at his descendants who were either dead or unconscious in the sea of ​​ruins with anger.

Just now, they were still dreaming of transforming into a Nine Heavens True Dragon...

He just brought this group of young people of Taixu Dragon Descendants to Xuhai to practice as usual.

Fang Xingyu came up to the middle-aged man and stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

She bit her tongue, and a drop of blood that seemed to be able to destroy the world fell, transforming into a mini bird of red flame, and entered the middle-aged man's chest through the wound. The hot and overbearing red blood spread along his meridians to his whole body, burning and cracking his armor.

Finally, a handsome Bifang pattern was outlined on its body surface, which was lifelike and burned its body and mind.

Not long after, the middle-aged man gave up struggling and fainted.

When he woke up again, his eyes were confused.

Fang Xingyu drew out his sword, lifted his chin, and smiled softly in his ear:

"Call me Master."

"Owner."

"That's right. In front of the gods, the so-called dragons are nothing more than insects."

The middle-aged man remained silent and followed Fang Xingyu to the flying boat.

"Father, where are you going?" A sixth-level dragon descendant opened his eyes, puzzled.

Yin Jiujiao drew his bow in the air, and an invisible arrow broke through the sea, killing all the dragon's descendants.

He sucked in all the bodies suddenly and swallowed them up, destroying all the traces.

Then he took out a drop of the Demon Lord's rich blood essence and crushed it. Endless demonic energy was released and filled the void.

The two of them looked at the ancient dragon world, sneered, and left on the boat.

……

Ancient dragon world.

An empire ruled by the Taixu Dragon Clan.

In the palace, a silver-haired woman in a blue dress who was watering flowers suddenly felt scales appear on her arms and she felt a pain in her heart.

She transformed into a slender creature with a human upper body, a snake-like lower body, and fish fins on its back. She broke through the void and swam in the sea of ​​ruins with tears in her eyes.

"my child……"

On this day, the ancient dragon world was shaken.

A noble seventh-level Taixu dragon descendant has disappeared.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year of 77.

The population of Tianxia human civilization exploded during the period of recuperation.

The army commander, who has been single for seventy years, cares about the world and is worried about Tianxia's fertility rate.

He asked the Senate to formulate a [policy to reward childbirth], advocate [more births and more children], and establish a complete socialized support system.

Those with good martial arts aptitude receive compulsory education all the way to university.

The Army Lord also established a nine-level rating system for martial arts qualifications.

Those at the highest level must break through to become a martial arts master before the age of 25.

Such talents can be accepted as his personal disciples.

However, such talents have not yet appeared.

After all, Lu Chenzhou became a grandmaster at the age of 28.

But now the conditions are better, and he feels that there should be someone who can become a grandmaster before the age of 25.

The main dilemma facing Tianxia human civilization at this stage is the contradiction between abundant and vast land and sparse population.

Given the current size of Xiaxing, a population of 1000 billion is still sparsely populated.

Lu Chenzhou's goal is to break through the trillion mark as soon as possible.

The larger the population base, the easier it is for geniuses to emerge, and more areas can be opened up and resources can be fully utilized.

Otherwise, how easy would it be to give birth to the 1000th Heaven Realm and start the God-making Plan?

Through a series of measures, martial artists and ordinary people alike take pride in having children.

Some martial artists with poor qualifications even start the explosive soldier mode.

It's just like drawing cards. As long as you give birth to a martial arts genius, you can change the fate of the family.

The old masters, who are still strong and healthy, also have a second life and start to have children, shouting the slogan of "many children, more blessings".

Nowadays, technology and martial arts are developing rapidly, the only thing lacking is population and talents!
The borders of the four huge cities are also constantly expanding as the population grows.

……

This day.

Yuanshan Cave Heaven.

"Who will wake up first from the dream? I know it myself."

A young man in a white robe and with long hair draped over his shoulders walked out of the cave, feeling very happy.

A group of blue butterflies fluttered and danced around him.

"Little Junior Brother, why are you so happy?"

Mr. Turtle woke up in a daze. Ever since he gave Lu Chenzhou his essence and blood, he had become sleepy.

"Brother, I have studied a new magical power."

Lu Chenzhou came accompanied by butterflies.

"The magical power of the Great Dream Path?"

"hold head high."

"Junior brother, you have mastered the three magical powers, right?"

"Yes."

"Don't bite off more than you can chew."

"Don't worry, brother. I know what I'm doing."

In a flash, Lu Chenzhou arrived at the inner scene.

He looked at the World Tree and found the [Kun Gu Realm].

"It's time to go to the ancient cultivator's cave and see who invited me."

……

Kungu Realm, Great Rift Valley.

Lu Chenzhou's eyes were bright, and his mental power of up to 160 million Prajna spread out, and he found a large number of traces of the demon clan, but there was no Demon Lord.

Soon after, he reached the bottom and came to the road paved with iron swords.

The two swordsmen stood up and looked at him unfriendlyly.

"Sword One, Sword Two... step back."

An old and deep voice was heard in the hall.

Lu Chenzhou looked around and clasped his fists and said, "Were you talking to the junior that day?"

"Exactly."

"May I ask your name, Senior?"

"Qingyunzi."

(End of this chapter)