I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 22: The Circulation of the Void
Feng Xuan was about to leave when he discovered that the thick brush placed together with the Moli Sword was shaking constantly.

He took down the brush and pointed it at the crystal wall.

The wall actually emitted a dazzling white light, and the forbidden runes within it twisted rapidly and kept changing.

"Could this brush be a treasure that can break the formation?"

"But I have no talent. Even if I have a treasure, how can I use it?"

He suddenly remembered that when King Yang Xuan blocked the dean's attack, the fan in his hand had overflowed with a lot of talent.

There are a lot of pens, inks, paper and inkstones in the book bag.

But Feng Xuan searched for a long time but still couldn't find the special paper with cloud patterns printed on it that the man held before he died.

"Well, let's try it one last time. If it doesn't work, we can find another way later."

He held a huge brush, dipped it in thick ink that exuded a faint fragrance, and wrote on the crystal wall.

"Pozhenzi: Heart Flow Breaks Delusion."

"The stars hang in the sky in formation, and the mountains and rivers roll back like chess pieces."

"The brush falls, the wind breaks the sea, the ink-stained dragons and snakes shift their feet, and the light of the writing shines on the crystal wall."

The spiritual power in the body is like a river bursting its banks, and every word it writes consumes a large amount of spiritual power.

The white light in the crystal wall became brighter and brighter.

Wherever Feng Xuan puts pen to paper, his writing is also full of elegance.

Click, click, click!

I don’t know whether Wenbao couldn’t withstand the damage of spiritual power, or whether this brush was inherently special.

I had just finished writing the first stanza when the brush broke into pieces.

From the initial size of an adult's arm, it has become only as thick as a baby's arm.

"With your heart, you can embrace the righteousness of the universe, and with your eyes, you can see the mysteries of the nine stars."

"Ten thousand volumes of scriptures burn away illusions, a single piece of military paper suppresses the monsters, and the vast world returns."

The moment the next stanza was written, the brush, which was as thick as an arm, turned into a sharp cone and pierced directly into the crystal wall.

Feng Xuan watched helplessly as those thick ink characters turned into runes.

Inject the cone and push the tip of the cone three-quarters into the wall.

"The methods used by Confucian practitioners are truly bizarre."

Feng Xuan exclaimed in praise and poured all the ink onto the crystal wall.

The ink marks that had disappeared suddenly reappeared.

A dull and suppressed sound of breaking was heard, although Feng Xuan had never seen anyone else break the formation.

But he felt danger in his heart.

Riding the wind, in just a moment, he rushed out of the ninth floor and watched the changes on the seventh floor from afar.

Rays of golden light shot out from the building.

It's like the most brilliant fireworks, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Senior Brother Gao, look over there, is there a golden light flashing?"

Pei Hongda rubbed his eyes, looked to the side again, and asked in disbelief.

"Junior Brother Hongda, it must be that you have too many delusions in your mind, and your literary courage is not yet mature. You still need..."

"It really is shining with golden light."

His words stopped abruptly.

Instead, he took out a piece of white paper with cloud patterns printed on it, and wrote with a stroke of thick ink that exuded a faint fragrance.

"The straw sandals ride the wind, and the waves rise up to ninety thousand times."

"With the Blue Emperor's command, one can complete a thousand journeys in one day."

"Junior Brother Pei, hold on tight!"

Gao Hongde grabbed Pei Hongda and headed towards the tall building.

The wind whistled in their ears.

It was countless times faster than the breeze under Feng Xuan's feet.

Feng Xuan looked at the seventh-floor hall covered with cracks and secretly praised himself for his foresight.

He carefully examined the three crystal boxes on the table.

Feng Xuan took out the black carp and carefully opened the seal on the box.

"I thought there would be some magical weapon or elixir, but it turned out to be just three jade slips."

He stepped forward and took out the first jade slip, but he didn't have time to browse the contents.

With his spiritual perception far beyond that of ordinary people, he could sense the danger approaching.

Feng Xuan held the black carp tightly, turned around suddenly and swung the sword.

The huge force hit him and the Moli sword almost slipped out of his hand.

"How dare you, little thief from Jiang State, steal the treasures from Yang State!"

Gao Hongde's voice is like a loud bell, and his eloquence is like spring thunder.

If Feng Xuan's spirit wasn't so superior to that of an ordinary person, he would have been injured by the sound waves, bleeding from all seven orifices. He used the force to spin around and kicked the second crystal box away.

He then pounced on the third crystal box and took the jade slip from it.

Just as Feng Xuan entered the big hole in the crystal wall, an arrow suddenly came towards him.

The entrance to the cave was small and claustrophobic, making it impossible to dodge.

The people on the opposite side deliberately ambushed and the arrows were shot at extremely fast speeds.

"Unless you have armor to protect you, you will be seriously injured if not killed."

Pei Hongda smiled slightly, hid behind the pillar with confidence, and silently observed Feng Xuan in the crystal wall.

Even with the advantage, Pei Hongda remained cautious.

After all, he was just a first-level student, the weakest among all those who entered the Emei Immortal Palace.

Only by being careful can you make a thousand-year ship.

There was only surprise in Feng Xuan's eyes, not fear.

The spiritual power in his palm surged and flowed, and he fiddled with the arrow in the instant of his palm.

As his arm rotated, the arrow had already pierced into the already broken crystal wall.

Click, click, click!

The entire crystal wall could no longer withstand the heavy blow and collapsed with a loud bang.

"Junior brother, stop him!"

Gao Hongde's voice came, but Pei Hongda just smiled bitterly.

A Confucian cultivator cannot write war poems and practice armchair warfare.

He also couldn't debate with Gao Hongde as eloquently as he did.

The moment Feng Xuan and Pei Hongda passed each other, their eyes met.

Remember each other deeply.

"This person may become my great enemy in the future!"

I don’t know if it was fate, but the two of them had the same thoughts at the same time.

Gao Hongde watched Feng Xuan walk farther and farther away, and finally disappear at the Ladder of Inquiry.

He looked at Pei Hongda with some blame.

"I really don't know what father was thinking. He actually let you, a boy, enter the Immortal Palace to die."

"If Junior Brother Hongdao were here, he would definitely not let the thief escape!"

Pei Hongda bowed his head, his eagle eyes hidden in the darkness.

If Feng Xuan and Gao Hongde were in each other's shoes, he would never look down on Pei Hongda like that.

At this time, he was hiding in an inconspicuous stone cave, studying the jade slip in his hand.

"The Shangqing Dongxuan Jieyun Sutra, the Emei Immortal Palace really does have the ancient lost Three Caverns Sutra."

"Although the Disaster Sutra is only a part of it, it is many times more powerful than the Spiritual Formation Diagram that the dean gave me."

"The Twelve Principles of the Heavenly Circle."

"Local Twelve Epochs."

"Tian Gang Yunguan, 360 rounds make one cycle."

"The Earth's Principle predicts that 330 rounds make one degree."

As he looked, Feng Xuan's eyes shone with golden light.

[In your first year, with your rich experience in cultivation, you quickly mastered the twelve acupoints representing the circle of heaven.]
In the second year, you discovered that practicing in the Immortal Palace was twice as effective with half the effort. The spiritual energy absorbed by the cyclone in your body was dozens of times greater than that from the outside world.
……

[In the twentieth year, you finally opened up the 360 ​​acupoints in your body and filled them with spiritual energy.]
[You have finally successfully constructed the Grand Void Circulation Formation, and your cultivation has reached the Second Turn: Zhoutian Realm.]
[Third Turn: Shangqing Dongxuan Jieyun Sutra, Introduction]
[Remaining Spiritual Rhythm: 1,864]
Feng Xuan pulled out the black carp, and a drop of spiritual liquid shattered and injected into the sword.

Boom!

With one strike of the sword, a sword groove several feet deep was carved at the entrance of the cave.

Three hundred and sixty acupoints continuously absorb the rich spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

However, in the blink of an eye, the drop of spiritual fluid that had just been consumed was restored.

It flows along the meridians in the body and flows into the snow-capped mountains in the lower back.

"The Qi Sea and Snow Mountain are now connected, and the Qi meridians are long."

"This Taixu Circulation Formation is truly extraordinary. It circulates throughout the heavens and earth, endlessly."

"If you break through the third level and circulate twelve times, you will be able to condense a drop of jade liquid."

"With this cultivation speed, it won't be long before I can catch up with Senior Brother Wen!"

Thinking of this, he seemed to see Wenbu jumping up and down in anger, wanting to compete with him.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m thinking about something, but I see it with my eyes.

Feng Xuan seemed to have really seen Wen Bu, and he could also hear Wen Bu's somewhat exasperated voice.

"Junior Brother Feng, what are you still looking at?"

"Why don't you come over and help!"

(End of this chapter)