Si Lei Zhenjun

The first rays of dawn shone on the Yimeng Mountains, and the peaks looked as steep and rugged as if they had been cut by knives and axes.

Ancient vines are entwined among the rocks, mosses are mottled, and the traces of time are carved deep and shallow in the cracks of the stones.

Under the reflection of the morning glow, the outlines of the mountains gradually became clear, and the layers of clouds slowly dissipated, revealing patches of lush green forests.

At this time, on a trade road between the mountains and forests, two huge monsters were walking with heavy steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on dewdrops.

Not far behind the two huge monsters, a handsome young man in black light armor kicked away a shriveled corpse at his feet.

Then he leaped onto the back of a giant creature, walked up to a tall woman in silver light armor, and said with a smile:

"Senior Sister, this time I didn't use the Wind Extreme Thunder Killing Technique, but I managed to grind a Golden Core Perfection Demon Cultivator to death. Isn't that some progress?"

Feng Ruxue glanced at him with disdain and said, "When can you stop using this Wusheng Chain Blade and kill a Golden Core Perfection? Only then can you be considered to have made real progress."

"Senior Sister, I haven't reached the first level of physical training yet, and I only know a few spells. If I don't use magic weapons, what can I use to fight others?"

Chu Xing said somewhat unconvinced.

Since they turned from the official road to the commercial road, the number of robber monks has increased dramatically.

When they were on the official road, they only encountered a group of small-time thieves led by a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Basically, after walking a few miles on the business road, cultivators would appear to rob people, and most of the leaders were in the Spirit Refining Realm.

However, they were all smashed into pieces by Feng Ruxue's punch, leaving only some Jindan cultivators for him to practice with and accumulate fighting experience.

However, Feng Ruxue was quite dissatisfied when she saw that he only knew a few moves every time he fought with others, and scolded him for a long time.

Feng Ruxue pointed at Xiaoyu who was laughing secretly with her hands covering her mouth, looked at Chu Xing, and said unhappily:

"Hmph, that's because you've been slacking off. If you'd spent less time on romance and more time studying spells, how come you've only learned three spells that can be used in combat?"

Chu Xing secretly complained in his heart, but he did not dare to show it on the surface, and repeatedly said:

"Senior sister is teaching me a lesson. I was ignorant before, but now I want to learn. How about you teach me a few things?"

Feng Ruxue narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm good at using brute force, not magic, and I don't know how to teach magical powers."

Chu Xing's eyes lit up when he heard the word "divine power". He swallowed hard and asked, "What kind of magical power does Senior Sister have?"

Feng Ruxue pondered for a moment and said, "The art of imitating the heavens and the earth, and the art of transforming into a dragon, are all very mysterious and profound magical powers that can only be understood but not explained.

If you want to learn, I can only demonstrate it to you. Whether you can comprehend it depends entirely on yourself. Besides, your body is too weak right now, so even if you were lucky enough to comprehend it, you wouldn't be able to use it."

"Sister, please show me how to use it. I have never seen anyone use such magical powers before!" Chu Xing's eyes lit up, and at the same time, he secretly sent a message to Yan Shenzhu through his spiritual sense:

"Master Yan...Master Yan."

Feng Ruxue's phoenix eyes flickered as she glanced towards the nearby forest. She nodded slightly, "It just so happens that there are a few blind thieves spying in the dark. It would be good to let you learn some new lessons."

"Stop shouting, I'm here, what's the matter?"

At the same time, the voice of Master Yan came into Chu Xing's mind.

"Prepare to help me replicate my magical powers."

"Okay, but I was badly betrayed by my previous master. Before he died, he even led me into a fierce battle, which only made things worse for me. Replicating it won't be a problem, but deducing it..."

"Old man, are you trying to steal my spirit stones again? I provide you with 50,000 spirit stones every year. You can't just take the money and not do any work, right?"

Chu Xing rolled his eyes secretly, knowing that the old man wanted benefits again.

"Ahem... What do you think of me? I haven't recovered yet. You still have over 90,000 spirit stones in your storage bag. How about letting me absorb this year's 50,000 spirit stones first?"

"Wait, old man, how can I have more than 90,000 spirit stones? It's obviously less than 70,000."

Chu Xing clearly remembered that there were only more than 60,000 spirit stones in his storage bag. After buying clothes for the three women, he only had less than 4,000 spirit stones left. Later, Lan Qin gave him 10,000 and Wang Huntian gave him 50,000. He also killed many Jindan demon cultivators along the way and got another 3,000 or 4,000 from them.

"Humph, that storage bag in your arms still contains 26,000 spirit stones. Do you think I can't find it?"

Chu Xing was stunned. The storage bag was given to him by Wang Eryi last time. He said that it contained gifts for his master and junior sister.

Chu Xing's spiritual sense penetrated into it and found that in addition to some gorgeous dresses and hairpins, there were indeed 26,000 spirit stones lying inside.

He suddenly felt a warm current flowing into his heart, and a sweet arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, I can absorb it, but we have to make it clear first. When I need you for something in the future, you are not allowed to make excuses and try to cheat me out of my spirit stones."

Chu Xing saw Feng Ruxue leap up into the air and had no time to bargain with him anymore.

"Don't worry, I am a spirit with integrity."

The surface of the Yanshenzhu glowed with black light, and in an instant, the 50,000 spirit stones in the storage bag on Chu Xing's waist turned into powder.

Chu Xing curled his lips, ignored him, and looked up at the sky.

Under the blue sky, Feng Ruxue stood in the air wearing silver light armor, looking heroic and valiant, like a female war god who was not of this world.

She clasped her hands together and muttered a spell.

As she chanted, her body was enveloped by a layer of faint white light, as if blending with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, her phoenix eyes opened, like a star explosion. Under the silver armor, her delicate body suddenly rose taller and turned into a giant hundreds of feet tall. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind and fell like a waterfall.

Her body surface glowed like glass, reflecting dazzling light, as if it had condensed the essence of thousands of galaxies.

The air around her vibrated due to her surging momentum, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling, and the surrounding clouds dispersed, revealing the true color of the blue sky.

The next moment, she stretched out a large white jade hand and grabbed towards the mountainside of Yimeng Mountain.

With a wave of her hand, the energy between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by her. The wind and clouds changed color, thunder and lightning flashed, but no one dared to get close to her.

Hidden in the mountainside, a crack outlines a deep cave in the vastness.

Several monks looked at the huge hand that was grabbing towards them, their faces as pale as paper, and their eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

In a moment, several beams of light rushed out of the cave and fled into the distance desperately.

boom! ! !

There are rocks on the mountainside and dust rises like clouds.

As huge rocks flew around, the wind howled and dust rose. It seemed as if the only things left between heaven and earth were the symphony of sand and the roar of chaos.

Soon, the dust and smoke gradually dissipated, leaving only a huge handprint on the mountainside, and the figures of several monks disappeared without a trace.