In the Lan Ke time domain, it is one hundred months.
As the sermon came to an end.
The cultivation of the creatures in Qingtian Peak has almost all broken through the original bottleneck and risen by a whole level.
Even a few saint-level creatures have profound insights, and they only need to accumulate for a few hundred years to reach the next level.
Rui Wudi had a lot of insights. He closed his eyes tightly, and behind him was a sharp sword shadow that rose and fell with his insights. It was bathed in the Tao and seemed to be penetrating his body.
From time to time, he would open his mouth and exhale a dark, unlucky air.
These are the innate misfortunes in the fate of a jinx.
He turned all the bad luck into the way of heaven.
Instead, it was replaced by a more powerful force of luck.
Exchange bad luck for good fortune.
It can be said that this is a substitution of one thing for another and a way of fleecing the law of nature.
This is also the heaven-defying aspect of the sage skills of the Taoist Ancestor of Misfortune.
Otherwise, how could Rui Wudi grow into a fourth-level Saint in just 20,000 years?
As for Ju Zuo, his enlightenment was much more peaceful.
As my understanding continues to deepen.
The blood power that had long been hidden in its body and was no longer able to withstand the test of time was gradually awakened.
Above it, the shadow of an ancient saber-toothed beast with fangs sometimes appears, and sometimes the shadow of an ancient lion-tiger beast with double pupils appears, and even the shadow of the sacred beast Qilin flashes among them.
But Ju Zuo didn't seem interested in these shadows.
The most powerful phantom is still its true form, the orange cat.
So what if it’s not a sacred beast?
So what if it’s not a prehistoric alien species?
So what if the blood vessels are mottled?
It is not rare!
You must continue to practice as a cat until you reach the god level!
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