Chapter 410 The Glory Is Gone, but It Is All over Again

Yu Shangrong suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

He held his breath and looked carefully at the golden lotus under his feet.

Reopening the leaves is easy and simple, but difficult but as hard as the sky. Simply because he has a wealth of experience in leaf opening and does not need to take detours like a novice. The difficulty is that he was injured by slashing the golden lotus, and at the same time, it was the first time that he faced the situation of reuniting the golden lotus.

Which came first, the golden lotus or the leaves? Where do leaves come from without roots?

To be precise, which came first, the chicken or the egg?

hum!

The dharma body trembled constantly.

The resonance sound is also becoming more and more obvious.

Under my feet, that leaf became more and more obvious!

Until all the positive leaves appear in front of you!

The first leaf is done!

In other words, Yu Shangrong's cultivation base has re-entered the cultivation base of the first leaf of Yuanshen Tribulation Realm.

He doesn't need to judge the height and power of the dharma body, he can feel it just by feeling, this is indeed Yi Ye's dharma body.

Immediately afterwards, Jinlian continued to tremble.

The aperture keeps moving down.

According to his expectations, Jin Lian should also come out.

It is a pity that when he felt that the vitality of the whole body was almost consumed, the golden lotus still did not appear.

Maintaining the form of the dharma body consumes a lot of vitality.

What's more, he was injured.

Um?

Yu Shangrong raised his palm and put it in front of him, staring intently at the Dharma body in front of him.

Aperture disappeared.

Only one leaf remains, revolving around the Law Bodies.

No golden lotus!

This refreshed Yu Shangrong's cognition.

Even if he is an eight-leaf master who looks down on the world, the sword demon that everyone talks about, can't understand the scene in front of him.

"There is no Dharma body of Jinlian."

One-handed grip!

Dharma body disappears.

Yu Shangrong's eyes glowed.

He closed his eyes, meditated cross-legged, and regained his vitality.

It lasted a full day and night.

Feeling that his vitality had partially recovered and his mental state had also improved, he once again offered his Dharma body.

Under the dharma body, except for a leaf.

Still no golden lotus.

Yu Shangrong mobilized all his vitality, gathered at his feet, and continued to attack...

He will give birth to a new golden lotus.

Just like that, keep trying and trying.

Until his vitality is about to run out... Boom!

The body of law dissipates!

The place where he crossed his legs suddenly collapsed!

call!

Yu Shangrong fell.

There was nothing to see except the endless darkness.

The cold wind from above poured down, blowing Yu Shangrong's face pale.

Despite this, as calm as Yu Shangrong, he stepped on the void and stagnated.

One shot.

A golden palm print flew out.

It also illuminates the surrounding environment.

"Smoky herbs?"

Below, it's all lavender.

hum!

Just when he was distracted.

A grid-like cover suddenly appeared on the top of the head, sealing the top!

Click!

Yu Shangrong frowned slightly... and flew upwards.

boom!

With one palm up, a palm print was printed on the grid-like lid.

The lid does not move at all.

One more slap!

boom!

Still motionless.

Bang bang bang!

After three consecutive palms, the lid still did not move.

"Millennium Cold Iron?"

Yu Shangrong shook his head, disapprovingly, "Longevity Sword!"

With a light call, the longevity sword lying flat on the ground above trembled slightly.

wrong.

The ability to control objects in the air has been greatly reduced?

He came to the top of the lid, looked up, and scanned the net with his palm.

A golden brilliance appeared in his palm.

That brilliance illuminates the specifics of the lid.

There are lines on it...

"Weakening the pattern?" Yu Shangrong shook his head again.

Ingenious design, exquisite idea.

The people of Junziguo can survive, perhaps relying on these tools.

Those things that he thought were very weak were not worth mentioning, but this cover was beyond his expectations.

Yu Shangrong sighed softly.

According to the perception just now, it is necessary to have a stronger cultivation level in order to control the longevity sword.

Almost impossible now!

He landed slowly.

Once again, he made a golden palm print, and he could clearly see the surrounding environment.

This is a trap similar to a well.

More like a place of refuge.

After observing for a while, Yu Shangrong closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged.

Since you have the mentality of starting over, you can't be too ambitious...

A leaf is also an open leaf.

Jinlian, no, no matter what!

...

Demon Pavilion.

After a day and a night of flying.

Si Wuya and Xiao Yuan'er finally arrived at Motian Pavilion in Jinting Mountain.

fell into the pavilion.

"Who is that?"

"Another newcomer!"

"Eat a cut and grow a wisdom! The one who can be brought back by the old senior's battle must be Mr. Big!" Pan Zhong folded his arms and analyzed.

"Mr. Da is so gentle?" Zhou Jifeng shook his head.

"You don't understand this... I heard that Mr. Qi is extremely smart, and the intelligence network spreads throughout Da Yan. As long as he is not willing... Who can catch him?" Pan Zhong said.

"It makes sense... Besides, none of the nine disciples of Motian Pavilion can judge people by their appearance."

The two agreed.

After looking at each other, they walked towards Lu Zhou and the others.

"Meet the pavilion master!"

"Meet Mr. Jiu..."

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were already familiar with the previous routine.

This big gentleman naturally does not need to worship.

Just a traitor!

At the very least, in front of the pavilion master, you can't worship.

"In the past few days, has there been any movement in the Motian Pavilion?" Lu Zhou Fushu asked.

Pan Zhong replied:

"Back to the pavilion... The Motian Pavilion is very normal these days. There are three gentlemen in charge of the daily affairs, and everything is going well. On the contrary, those famous and decent people are spreading the rumors of the Motian Pavilion everywhere."

"rumor?"

"It's still the news of Mr. Er's death, and the massive withering of the foothills of Jinting Mountain. The outside world said... said..." Pan Zhong hesitated.

"Don't worry, say it," Lu Zhou said.

"The outside world said that your deadline is approaching..." Pan Zhong said.

Lu Zhou nodded.

This is expected.

He sometimes wonders how many times these famous and decent people have been beaten in the face before they wake up?

What's the limit?

Does the old man look like someone who died so early?

It's useless to think about these things right now.

Lu Zhou glanced at Si Wuya, who was silent, and Liu Wenjun, the Yongning princess he was holding, and said: "

"Yuan'er, take the princess to the South Pavilion to cultivate."

"Teacher obeys." Xiao Yuan'er cupped her hands.

"As for you..." Lu Zhou's eyes fell on Si Wuya, "Thinking about it for seven days."

Si Wuya looked as usual.

He just cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

Don't look at how nice his master screams.

But from his attitude, Lu Zhou could not feel sincerity.

Lu Zhou didn't speak, he turned around and returned to the East Pavilion.

The reason for the seven days was because he wanted to accumulate the extraordinary power of the Book of Heaven within seven days.

Without Extraordinary Power as a trump card, I always feel like something is missing.

Luzhou left.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng immediately became respectful, nodded and bowed, came to Si Wuya, bowed and said, "I have seen Mr. Da."

Si Wuya's eyes swept over the two of them.

Ignoring them, he walked towards Siguodong.

The two quickly followed.

"Mr. Da, do you want to prepare a shirt for you?"

"Mr. Da... You are more handsome and handsome than you thought..."

ps: 4th more asking for a ticket. I went out today and had an accident. Hey, it's a little late. Ask for votes.