Practice Remembering You

Wu Mengjie urged the flying sword to retract, but at this time the flying sword was clamped very tightly and could not be pulled out.

So Wu Mengjie urged the flying sword, making a "squeaking" sound left and right while pulling it out with force.

Finally, the flying sword was pulled out and flew back into its sheath.

"Why does it have to be a sneak attack?" Wu Mengjie asked.

"Because although your move is very powerful and fast, the speed of a fifth-level cultivator is even faster. Moreover, the opponent can sense that your move will hurt him, so he will not take it head-on. A fifth-level cultivator is neither a target nor a fool. He will stand still and let you hit him even though he knows he will get hurt."

"Is it faster than my Liuyun Instant Strike? A fifth-level expert is so powerful." Wu Mengjie pondered.

"What do you think?" Shi Dongdong smiled and patted Wu Mengjie's shoulder: "Okay, the test is over, let's go."

"Wait a moment, senior!" Wu Mengjie spoke out to stop him.

"Is there anything else?" Shi Dongdong scratched his head.

"I haven't finished the experiment yet." Wu Mengjie said with a smile, then he clasped his hands together, and a huge amount of true energy surged out and condensed one meter in front of him.

"Controlling Gold, Condensing Sword, True Essence Sword"

The prototype of a flying sword began to appear.

Shi Dongdong held his chin and nodded, "Sourceless magic, not bad, it seems to be good, but it is still very difficult to break the flesh and blood corpse tree now."

After inputting 20% ​​of his true energy, Shi Dongdong felt the sharp aura of the Zhenyuan Sword and a solemn look appeared on his face.

After inputting 30% of his true energy, the aura emanating from the Zhenyuan Sword made Shi Dongdong's face change slightly.

With 40% of the true energy input, a destructive aura appeared in the sharp breath of the Zhenyuan Sword, and horror appeared on Shi Dongdong's face.

With 50% of his true energy input, Shi Dongdong could already feel an extremely strong threat of death from the Zhenyuan Sword. If the sword was facing him, he would not be able to escape without paying a heavy price.

With 60% of his energy input, Shi Dongdong's mind began to turn pale. What was going on? Why was the power still increasing?

After 70% of the true Qi was integrated, the Zhenyuan Sword was completely formed. Even though it was floating in the same place without moving at all, a sharp aura was wandering around it, and from time to time it would scrape a hole in the surrounding soil and rocks.

Wu Mengjie's forehead was covered with sweat at this time. Although he had used it several times, he still felt very tired when condensing it.

He activated the sword-controlling technique and urged the Zhenyuan Sword to chop down the flesh-and-blood corpse tree in front of him!

"Shuashuashua...!!"

The sharpness of the Zhenyuan Sword was far beyond the two's imagination. These flesh-and-blood corpse trees were cut down by the Zhenyuan Sword like a sickle cutting weeds. They were cut down without any obstruction!

Originally, Wu Mengjie only planned to attack a tree, but because the tree's defensive power left a deep impression on Wu Mengjie, when he activated the Zhenyuan Sword, he attacked it with all his strength.

The result was unexpectedly good. Wu Mengjie didn't hold back his strength, and the Zhen Yuan Sword rushed out too fast, cutting off several flesh and blood corpse trees in succession!

"Fuck!" Shi Dongdong couldn't help but curse. Her eyes were as big as copper bells and her mouth opened involuntarily. The scene was too shocking. She was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

Wu Mengjie himself was also extremely surprised. He was not satisfied with this sword strike. His eyes fell on the remaining flesh and blood corpse trees. A scary smile appeared on his face, with the corners of his mouth almost stretching to the corners of his eyes. He urged the Zhenyuan Sword to chop at the other flesh and blood corpse trees.

Then there were heard a series of "swish" sounds, and all the flesh-and-blood corpse trees here were chopped off one after another. After chopping them all off, Wu Mengjie still felt unsatisfied, so he chopped off the tree trunk that looked relatively intact again.

The Zhenyuan Sword chopped at the tree trunk that fell to the ground. After cutting off the tree trunk, the Zhenyuan Sword was not blocked by the ground below, but chopped into the ground for dozens of meters, then rose up and chopped the next one.

Not only was the trunk of the tree almost chopped off, but even the crown and branches were chopped off by Wu Mengjie.

"Ahahahaha--!!" Wu Mengjie laughed. His magic was so powerful that it made him very happy.

At this time, the true energy was almost consumed, so he stopped inputting true energy into the Zhenyuan Sword, and the Zhenyuan Sword dissipated.

"It seems that my magic is pretty good. According to what you said, I can break the defensive spells used by fifth-level monks."

"What is this? Huh? This...ah?"

Shi Dongdong looked at the mess in front of him in a daze, then looked at Wu Mengjie. After a moment of silence, Shi Dongdong looked doubtful: "Are you really a third-level cultivator?"

"Of course I am at the third level. Senior, your spiritual sense has seen through it long ago." Wu Mengjie said easily.

Shi Dongdong took a deep breath and said, "I am beginning to doubt whether there is something wrong with my consciousness. You can easily break through the defenses of these flesh and blood corpse trees. Do you know what this means?

This means that the power of your spells is already as powerful as that of the magic weapons of fifth-level magic weapon realm monks!

But this is too unbelievable. You are only at level three. How... is this possible? How is it possible to cast a spell of this power?"

Even now, Shi Dongdong still finds it hard to accept it.

"But I am a third-level cultivator." Wu Mengjie looked innocent.

“You…” Shi Dongdong hesitated, then grabbed his hair with both hands and said frantically: “I would rather believe that you are a cultivator with a cultivation level above the fifth-level magic weapon realm, and you are pretending to be a cultivator with me.

I don't want to believe that you are a third-level magic cultivator, but the power of your spells is about the same as that of a fifth-level magic weapon cultivator."

Wu Mengjie was very happy to see Shi Dongdong's reaction, which made him feel closer to Shi Dongdong, so he smiled and said, "But this is reality, please accept it, senior."

Shi Dongdong let out a long breath, with a relieved expression on his face: "Yes, the world is so big, there will always be some amazing people, their strength will always give people a feeling of breaking common sense.

So far in my life, I have met three of them. One of them is the Human Emperor Yan Qingtian. There is no need to introduce him in detail. Since he entered the world of immortal cultivation, he has been ridiculously strong. He was strong from the beginning to the end, and he was always fighting against opponents of higher levels.

The second one is my sworn brother, named Yan Yan. I have never understood his strength. Since I met him, I have never seen him lose.

The most outrageous incident happened seven hundred years ago, when I was still a third-rank cultivator. I was bullied by a middle-sixth-rank cultivator who wanted to use me as a cauldron for cultivation.

At that time, my second elder brother Yan Yan was at the initial stage of the fifth stage of cultivation, and it had been less than two years since he had broken through. To be precise, his realm was not particularly stable.

As a result, after finding the monk, they fought against three of them alone and killed all his mounts and war pets. The sixth-level monk was also seriously injured by my second brother.

Of course, my second brother was also seriously injured at that time and could no longer continue fighting. Fortunately, my eldest brother, Master Yazhi, arrived and resolved the crisis.

When I reached the fifth level of cultivation, I could better understand how terrifying my second brother's strength was.

As for the third one, it's you, Wu Mengjie, with the cultivation of the third-level magic realm, the power of your spells is comparable to the power of the magic weapons of the fifth-level magic weapon realm cultivators! I really am... ah..."

Wu Mengjie didn't expect that Shi Dongdong had such a high opinion of him. Now he felt proud and happy.

Just when he was about to say something, Shi Dongdong had already shifted his attention to the chopped-off flesh-and-blood corpse trees, then danced and shouted, "Wow! I'm rich! I'm rich!"

While shouting, he rushed inside.

Wu Mengjie's words were choked back, and he followed helplessly: "Get rich? What kind of wealth?"

Shi Dongdong pointed at the broken wood on the ground and said: "The wood of the Flesh Corpse Tree is very precious. It is not only the material for making formations, but also the material for refining equipment. It can be collected and sold to formation masters or equipment refiners.

Moreover, there is a drop of life and death liquid in the core of each flesh and blood corpse tree. It is the material for refining elixirs and can be sold to alchemists.

Finally, the leaves of the Flesh Corpse Tree can be sold to talisman masters. I heard that they use this thing to make something similar to ink, for drawing talismans. In short, the whole body is a treasure."

Wu Mengjie had never learned these before, and this was the first time he heard of so many professions. He felt very curious: "What are these for?"