The Suppression of the Worlds

The terrifying momentum spread wave after wave, and the whole house was instantly suppressed. Then Zhou Zhangyi stretched out his hand and broke the connection between the "house spirit" and the house, and then the big seal pressed down heavily.

Chapter [-] Night Talk

"I said, it's just a simple repression, but you have to fight and kill. Such a disposition will become a demon sooner or later. Now, I will give you a chance to refine it for three thousand years. If you can endure it and have an epiphany, I will give you a gift. Fate law!"

"boom"

With Zhou Zhang's voice, Da Yin pressed the "house spirit" to the ground fiercely, then Zhou Zhang Shi Shiran got up, saw a spiritual stone from outside, hollowed it out with tyrannical force, and instantly refined it. Then he lifted the big seal and threw the "house spirit" into it, sealing him up.

Then he walked into the yard, Zhou Zhang looked around, and threw the spiritual stone into the flowerbed. Although it was said to be three thousand years old, if he had a fate, it would be fine if he came out a few days earlier, anyway, he didn't care.

The light was restored, and the refreshing sunlight was very comfortable on the body, and the shadow of Zhou Zhang was elongated diagonally. Although he was still domineering and arrogant, Zhou Zhang gradually became more powerful, and some ants could not lift him. anger.

It was getting late, and it was almost dusk. I looked up at the sky, and the clouds over there seemed to be ignited by someone. The red glow was extremely beautiful. After looking at it a little, Zhou Zhang walked into the house.

Now a house is a house, for living people, not for making sperm.

With a flick of his robe sleeves, Zhou Zhang sat firmly on the futon, his eyes closed, and he instantly entered a state of meditation.

Time passes slowly, the sun sets, the crescent moon rises, and the cold light falls on the earth, rendering the whole space a bit cold, but a gust of wind blows, but it is warm and very comfortable. The space was extraordinarily quiet, the cranes stood asleep, the fish sank to the bottom of the water, and the mischievous spirit beasts also hid in the forest.

It was as if someone was watching the time specifically and then woke Zhou Zhang up. Zhou Zhang opened his eyes, and stretched his waist in good spirits. Zhou Zhang got up and walked outside, identified the direction, and moved towards the destination. Go, in fact, he doesn't know how to go, but there is an invisible traction.

Zhou Zhang didn't think too much, let alone refuse anything. He just followed the lead so naturally, never peeping into the abyss or people's hearts, but don't be too afraid. It's good to be cautious, but when it's time to trust, Zhou Zhang will do it. Trust without hesitation, such as Patriarch Bodhi.

Can clearly feel his kindness and caring heart, Zhou Zhang does not refuse or hate this kind of feeling, of course, more importantly, Patriarch Bodhi has a very good reputation, and he is a noble person. , not sticking to cause and effect, can be regarded as a more admirable category.

Stepping through the moon gate, Zhou Zhang's eyes were fixed for a while. Under the cold moonlight, Bodhi Patriarch, dressed in a Taoist robe like an ordinary old man, sat cross-legged on the stone table, very casual and natural, as if he had merged into the heaven and the earth. Breathtakingly, it makes people feel respectful.

"Here!" Patriarch Bodhi opened his eyes, and there was a trace of light in his eyes. This disciple seemed to be tailor-made for his own mantle. There is a bit of the style of his youth, Patriarch Bodhi thought quite cheekily, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

If the disciples outside saw this smile, their envious eyes would definitely turn red. Usually, no matter what they do, they can only see a cold face.

Zhou Zhang nodded slightly, saw a futon in front of the stone table, and sat on it. He has always hated formal respect, and he really admired this master a little bit in his heart, and that was enough.

This unrestrained style made Bodhi even more happy. This free and easy character, especially his appearance, was exactly the same as when he was young.

"Although this is the first serious conversation between our master and apprentice, the teacher is a little dazed, as if he has accepted you for a hundred years and a thousand years."

Zhou Zhang didn't argue, he lowered his head slightly and said, "Teacher, I also have this feeling!" This is a very mysterious feeling, or it can be explained with the word "predestination method", but both of them have a cold and easy temperament, so talk about it a little bit. After a sentence, we got to the point.

"Master, you should have seen the strength of the disciple, then, the disciple wants to ask the master, what level of my strength is."

Patriarch Bodhi closed his eyes slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Strength is not only one aspect, but it takes thousands of words to explain in detail. The master is not a person who talks a lot, so I will tell you from three aspects. First of all, if you talk about the power contained in your body alone, although you are mottled, but you do not interfere with each other, and if you can use it harmoniously, it is considered a great consummation of the Great Luo Jinxian, as long as you are careful, there will be no danger."

"Your physical strength is the blood of Yinglong, coupled with the strong vitality in your body, even if you want to kill you as a teacher, it is extremely difficult. Even if you are defeated, you have a [-]% chance of escaping and surviving."

"Although your spiritual sense is just a glimpse of the door, your consciousness is very condensed, and it is almost not weaker than the third-order quasi-sage. As long as you concentrate on practicing for ten years, you can break through."

"So, in terms of your fighting strength, even if you are a quasi-sage beginner, you can still win."

Zhou Zhang frowned. Although the master answered his doubts, he still had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but before he opened his mouth, Patriarch Bodhi swayed the dust and motioned Zhou Zhang to wait until he had finished speaking before asking, and Zhou Zhang would be stable. Get down and wait for Patriarch Bodhi to continue speaking.

"This is the first aspect, and the second aspect is the rules. There are countless rules in this world. As long as you understand them, you can exert great magical powers. Your understanding of the rules is slightly worse. This is also because your talent is too extraordinary. , if the master is not mistaken, you can only cultivate for a hundred years at most, but, it is already.”

"Less than a year, Master!"

"Uh!" Patriarch Bodhi couldn't help trembling. If it wasn't for his mind that he had been condensed for tens of thousands of years, he would have changed color at this moment. However, even so, he was still lost for a moment. As a master, he was somewhat envious of this. The talent of the apprentice is simply terrifying.

"Ahem! It's because of your extraordinary talent that you fall behind others in understanding the rules. Because you're running fast, you don't have time to stop and calm down to understand. Therefore, you are the weakest in this aspect, even It's not as deep as some Jinxian's comprehension, of course, these comprehensions have no effect on your strength, because if you want to play the terrible rules, you need to reach the level of a saint."

"There is a third aspect, which is the nature of wisdom. Your heart is tenacious and unyielding. Wisdom is vigilant and thoughtful. Although sometimes there may be fewer breakthroughs in danger, it is better than safety."

Chapter [-] Quasi-Saint Thirty-third Order

I have to say that Patriarch Bodhi definitely used his heart, and, with his unique vision, Shen Xiu for tens of thousands of years is definitely not just a waste of time. Some elders should be respected and must be respected.

Zhou Zhang listened to Patriarch Bodhi's answer, and at the same time reflected on himself, and gradually became more transparent. This is indeed the case, especially the understanding of the rules of heaven and earth. Because of the system, there is no bottleneck, so he only cares about improving. Strength, or in other words, does not need to stop at all, so it ignores the understanding of the rules of heaven and earth.

Of course, what's more important is that it is difficult for Zhou Zhang to integrate into a world. He belongs to an outsider. How to do this kind of world comprehension?It's just that he couldn't tell the truth to Patriarch Bodhi about this issue, he could only think about it a little by himself.

Although I do have a bit of admiration and closeness in my heart, and I absolutely believe in the good thoughts of Patriarch Bodhi, but with Zhou Zhang's temperament, it is absolutely impossible to tell someone and everyone, and always hide some, perhaps because of vigilance or because of unwillingness, anyway Zhou Zhang does not have the instinct to narrate the whole story.

Moreover, although Patriarch Bodhi is unparalleled, he can't see the existence of the system, and it is impossible to imagine that with Zhou Zhang's current strength, he has shuttled between several worlds, because even a saint wants to Breaking through the barriers of the world is almost impossible.

Satisfied looking at Zhou Zhang and nodded, Patriarch Bodhi stopped answering, and nodded to indicate that Zhou Zhang can ask.

Zhou Zhang was neither in a hurry nor slow, but the speed of the teacher and apprentice's speech was exceptionally familiar, neither hurry nor slow, clear and hearty.

"Master, I just heard that you were talking about the third-level quasi-sage, can you tell the exact level of the disciple's cultivation?" This is the question that Zhou Zhang is extremely puzzled about, because the existing level simply cannot accurately distinguish everyone, so, He has always guessed that there may be something he doesn't know, and now it seems that it is so.

"Well, it's the reason why your talent is too extraordinary, lack of precipitation." It can be seen that Patriarch Bodhi is still very concerned about Zhou Zhang's talent. This disciple is simply too terrifying. However, this is a happy event after all, so, He also stabilized his mind and said: "Actually, each realm is composed of countless small realms, but, for the sake of convenience, there are indeed some small realms in some large realms that are not very different."

"So, below the quasi-sage, most of the realms are at the primary level, and there are also the perfection realms in the middle stage. Sometimes the transcendental perfection realm is called the Great Perfection."

"However, a quasi-sage is different. As long as one step forward in this realm is a saint, the changes brought about by every small step in this realm are reborn, and it can even be said that the difference between the sky and the earth is cloudy and muddy. "

"So, this realm has also been subdivided into thirty-three levels."

Even Zhou Zhang couldn't help showing a hint of surprise. It's just that the small realm contained in one realm has surpassed the number of all previous realms. No wonder there are always people who say that the more you reach the later stage, the more difficult it is to move forward. This is not just because of talent. Limitations, and the realm of terrifying.

Patriarch Bodhi looked at Zhou Zhang, as if he was afraid that he would be frightened by the number of realms. , in order to move steadily and move fast.”

Although such words of consolation are a bit redundant for someone with a strong mind like Zhou Zhang, Zhou Zhang was still grateful and nodded slightly: "Understood, Master, my disciple just has some headaches, it seems that at least three hardships are required. It takes four years to touch the edge of a saint."

"Uh!" At this moment, at this moment, Patriarch Bodhi had the urge to roll up his sleeves and beat up his apprentice, his talent was amazing!Your master is an extremely talented person, and I have never seen such a show!He really wanted to show the majesty of his master at this moment and ordered a few modesty.

However, he also had to admit that what his apprentice said was likely to come true, otherwise he would not have been able to love him so much. This talent is simply speechless, even those saints who have disappeared in the middle of the Great Desolation. They are far inferior to him, and he would like to use a fashionable word to describe it: This is a demon.