Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"He is helping this person break through the barrier of Shenzang."

Anle was a little confused: "So this is how the divine treasure was opened in ancient times?"

"But it's not difficult to open the divine treasure, why do we need others to intervene?"

Soon, his sight fell on a mural after the divine treasure was opened. At the location of the divine treasure, extremely complex spiritual power routes were drawn, faintly forming a kind of array pattern. Ordinary cultivators would feel dizzy if they looked at it for a long time.

If it was the Anle of the past, he probably would not have been able to understand it, but now that he had mastered the sixteen chapters of the Universal Art Algorithm, he immediately determined that this was a secret power model that implied the art of calculation.

So, Anle looked at it carefully, memorized it carefully, and while calculating in his mind, he formed an array pattern at the Huangting Divine Storage.

In front of the mural, the sloppy old Taoist glanced at him in surprise.

"This kid actually practiced the Shenzang secret method?"

"Then there's no hope. Just wait to die."

The old Taoist looked at the formation pattern on the mural in front of Anle again, and after looking at it for a while, he found out... he couldn't understand it!

He rubbed his old eyes, which were a little blurry, and muttered unhappily, "Humph, you haven't learned your magic well if you bully me, an old Taoist priest."

When Anle formed the formation, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if a special connection had been established between him and Huangting Shenzang.

The secret power in the Huangting Palace flowed into his body more naturally, subtly transforming his qi, blood, and spiritual power.

Previously, the secret power of Huangting Shenzang was also pouring in all the time, but it was very rough and was just washing the body primitively. However, after adding this array pattern, it was as if a millstone was installed. The spiritual power passed through the array pattern, absorbed the secret power of Shenzang, and then flowed into the meridians. After being ground, the spiritual power and the secret power of Shenzang became tougher and purer, and the absorption efficiency was greatly increased.

“Could this be the method for refining the divine treasure?”

Anle seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't think that Bu Suanzi would hide anything from him. It was very likely that even Bu Suanzi didn't know this technique!

This ancient method was lost over the course of a long time because no one practiced it, but today it has been rediscovered in this palace.

There are quite a number of martial arts techniques recorded in the murals here, including some secret techniques that have been lost for many years. If they were passed on to ordinary sects, they would probably cause a huge stir and stir up a bloody storm in the martial arts world.

But for Anle and others, the value of these skills is not that high.

Not to mention that they all have their own systematic ways of practicing, there are often improved versions of ancient techniques in Taixu Palace.

The group used magic tools to copy down several ancient methods that were suspected to be lost, preparing to take them back to the sect and hand them over to the elders, which could be considered a gain.

After doing this, Anle turned to look at Lin Zhao not far away, only to find that his emotions had stabilized. Although there was still sadness on his face, he was no longer as collapsed as before.

In order to prevent him from suddenly losing control and doing something irrational, Anle asked in a soothing tone: "Friend Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Zhao shook her head: "I'm not fine."

"But rest assured, Brother An, I won't cause you any more trouble."

Hearing this, Anle became even more worried, so he asked Xiang Tieta to stay with Lin Zhao and look after her.

He was not worried about Lin Zhao's safety, but he was afraid that Lin Zhao would trigger the restrictions in the palace and cause them to suffer.

The group continued to go deeper into the palace.

They were highly alert and used their spiritual sense to scan the surroundings at all times, but still found nothing.

Suddenly, Anle's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw a platform appearing in the center of the palace.

When I got closer, I saw a silver-grey cube suspended in the air on the platform, rotating quietly and emitting a light blue halo, which looked very magical.

Even the well-informed Zuo Yu had never seen such a strange thing before, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What is this object?"

Xiang Tieta frowned. For some reason, he also felt that the block looked familiar.

Lin Zhao, who had forced himself to be alert, was slightly surprised: "This does look a bit like a magical weapon from the Great Spiritual Dynasty!"

"The Great Spiritual Dynasty?"

Anle knew that Daling was another divine dynasty as famous as Datai, but he didn't know much about the customs and culture of the Daling Divine Dynasty.

After taking a closer look, Lin Zhao nodded and said, "It really looks like it!"

"Da Ling's magic weapon is the best in the world. I was lucky enough to see it once. It is extraordinary and very similar in style to this one. It can be controlled directly with the arithmetic model without recognizing a master. It is said that they are still researching to give the magic weapon intelligence. I wonder what the results will be."

Hearing this, Anle looked strange. In his opinion, the silver-gray block in front of him had an absurd sense of technology, which was incompatible with the painting style of this world.

But Anle had not expected that there actually was a divine dynasty in the world that specialized in the research and development of magical instruments, and judging from Lin Zhao's words, the technological level was already very advanced.

He sighed in his heart: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."

Now thinking about that strange female voice, Anle was not so surprised anymore.

When the sloppy old Taoist heard Lin Zhao's praise for the great spiritual weapon, he sneered and said, "It's just a side door. If you are weak, what's the use of the powerful weapon?"

Lin Zhao was too lazy to argue with him, so she glanced at him and stopped talking.

At this moment, the strange Nascent Soul that was traveling with them suddenly sped up, his figure turned into a shadow, and he rushed towards the silver-gray cube quickly, stretching out his hand, wanting to take it into his pocket.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

This man behaved very honestly from the beginning and had no sense of presence along the way, but suddenly he attacked at this moment.

Lin Zhao's expression suddenly changed: "You!"

This Nascent Soul was incredibly fast, as if it had used a unique escape technique, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the block, its eyes full of greed, and it turned around and sneered at everyone.

He thought to himself: "With this treasure in hand, there is no place in the wilderness that I cannot go."

But just as the monk's outstretched hand was about to touch the silver-gray cube, the cube made a momentary buzzing sound.

The next second, the Nascent Soul cultivator's flesh and blood exploded, and with a "bang" it turned into a ball of blood mist.

The Nascent Soul in his Dantian was not spared either, and was torn into countless tiny pieces while showing a look of horror.

But even this ball of blood mist and the Nascent Soul that escaped from the body only appeared in front of everyone for a very short moment, and then disappeared.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they might just see a flash of red, and then the Nascent Soul cultivator completely disappears, without leaving behind his robes and storage bag.

Lin Zhao opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the silver-gray cube.

The platform was still as smooth as before, without a trace of blood, as if the monk had never appeared.

Anle's pupils shrank slightly. His eyesight was excellent and he saw clearly what happened at that moment.

After a buzzing sound, the cube turned into countless small cubes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. The small cubes suddenly broke apart, crushing the monk's body into tiny powder, and then quickly gathered together, collecting the powder into the cube.

It is not complicated to say, but its speed is so fast that it creates an incredible effect.

The sloppy old man did not hide his sneer: "Young people nowadays are too impatient."

"How can such a treasure be so easy to obtain?"

The old Taoist looked at Anle and the others, and said politely: "My dear friends, why don't you let me try first?"

An Le said calmly, "Please."

At first, Anle thought that this sloppy Taoist was just an ordinary cultivator who was participating in the training, but his performance along the way made him change his mind, and he actually had a feeling that he could not see through this person.

In fact, except for Lin Zhao, Su Dai and others had already noticed this, but they just kept it to themselves and did not expose it.

Seeing their solemn eyes, the old Taoist felt refreshed, as if he had eaten a watermelon from a well in the hot summer. All the depression he had suffered from Lin Zhao before was swept away.

"These youngsters are connoisseurs!"

"It's time for me to show off my power!"

The old Taoist pulled out a greasy hair from his head, made a spell with his hand, and threw it in the direction of the cube.

The hair instantly turned into a large black net, covering the cube without disturbing it.

Then, the old Taoist pulled gently, and the net immediately gathered. It was about to pull the cube over, but there was another buzzing sound, and the black net disappeared, and the silver-gray cube was still quietly suspended on the platform.

I don’t know if it was Anle’s illusion, but the cube seemed to show a bit of disdain towards the old Taoist?

The old Taoist was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and reached down with his big hand. An extremely powerful palm with spiritual power appeared out of thin air and grabbed the silver-gray magic weapon.

This spiritual hand seemed to be real, and the patterns on it were extremely clear and lifelike, emitting a powerful pressure that made Anle and others secretly frightened.

An Le said sternly: "This is definitely not the spiritual power that can be possessed by the Nascent Soul stage."

Lin Zhao's expression also changed slightly, and she guessed something.

But even such a palm that could crush a mountain could only last for a few more seconds in front of the cube. Countless tiny cubes not only pierced the palm, but also devoured all the spiritual power.

Then, the cube suspended in the air turned twice, as if it was... burping contentedly?

Lin Zhao leaned close to Anle's ear and whispered, "I discovered a secret. This Taoist priest has a very high level of cultivation!"

"But it seems that he can't do anything with this magic weapon?"

Hong Yingxue, who was standing next to her, was having a hard time holding back her feelings: "You're obviously the only one who noticed it now! Besides, did you think he wouldn't be able to hear you if you lowered your voice?"

The old Taoist naturally heard Lin Zhao's words, and his face turned pale: "It seems that I, the Taoist master, have to show my real skills!"

As he said that, he actually walked directly towards the cube.

The old Taoist's steps were not fast, but there was an unstoppable momentum as he approached the silver-gray block step by step.

Everyone was watching this scene nervously. They couldn't tell whether the final outcome would be that the old Taoist would take the magic weapon or the magic weapon would tear him into pieces.

The old Taoist walked up to the platform and stretched out his right hand toward the cube.

hum-

The magic weapon hummed continuously and turned into thousands of tiny cubes, trying to cut and crush the arm.

But this invincible attack method was thwarted for the first time. The block passed through the old Taoist's right hand as if it was passing through a piece of air, and was unable to cause any damage.

The Taoist's old face looked calm, as if he was strolling leisurely in the garden. His right hand moved closer and touched the body of the silver cube.

Then, the old Taoist pulled it hard and actually moved it a little!

Just when An Le thought he was going to succeed, the ground suddenly shook, and the ruins also shook violently. The muffled roars of monsters came from afar, with intense fear in the voices.

"What happened?"

Anle had just thought of this when he suddenly looked up at the dome of the hall. An extremely thick darkness was seeping in from there like a tide!

Anle was shocked, but saw an invisible barrier appear above his head, blocking the darkness. However, the darkness did not give up, but violently attacked the barrier, trying to submerge the entire palace.

The barrier was twisted and deformed by the darkness, and sank little by little, but it never broke.

As the barrier deformed, the darkness took on all kinds of strange shapes, such as sharp spikes, countless slender fangs, or dry hands, which were extremely terrifying.

Anle glanced at the Taoist who was still struggling with the cube, and suddenly came to his senses: "Master, stop it. This magic weapon is the core of the ruins. Once it is taken away, the shelter will no longer exist!"

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, then quickly let go, retreated to a distance, and hid his right hand in his Taoist robe.

His old face was a little hot: "Oh no, I almost made a big mistake this time. I am really embarrassed now."

At the same time, the darkness stopped attacking and the surroundings became quiet again, but there was an oppressive feeling as if a storm was about to come.

After a moment, the barrier gradually bulged downward, as if something was pressing on it.

Everyone soon saw that it was a huge, rotten human face that occupied the entire dome of the palace. Pus and scars covered the surface of the face. A pair of cold eyeballs stared at the palace below with endless hatred and greed.

Its voice was frantic and low, like hundreds of human voices overlapping each other. It seemed to be speaking an extremely ancient language, full of strange power.

Su Dai and others looked confused and could not understand the meaning of the words.

But Hong Yingxue and Anle understood this language for no reason.

"After thousands of years, I finally found the opportunity!"

The mouth of the human face slowly curled up to the sides, revealing an extremely ugly and terrifying smile.

"Zhenyangshi, your master has already abandoned you, what are you still holding on to?"

"Why not blend into the darkness and become the master of this wilderness together."

The cube called the Zhenyang Stone did not answer, but burst out with colorful sticky light, as dazzling as the glow of the sunset, maintaining the crumbling barrier.

Then, the Zhenyang Stone turned into countless tiny cubes, constantly reorganizing and reconstructing itself, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an extremely large and long sword.

But the man who wielded the sword was long gone.

Realizing this, a hint of sadness emerged in its feeble mind.

At this moment, a roar was heard in the hall.

A tall giant stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the sword!

6000 words a day is so tiring! Let’s hurry up and get to next month!

Chapter 283