Chapter 109: Dead leaves reborn!
Tuo Sen didn't care whether Shen Zhui answered or not, he just left the jade slip and left.
Then the breaking news came!
Tuosen broke through the sixth floor of the Law Tower in a row, tying Zhao Xing's record!
On the thirty-eighth floor of the Law Tower, since its establishment, there has been the second person who passed through the thirty-eighth floor when he was at the Venerable level!
"Tuosen, finally no longer keep a low profile."
"He has stayed in Wuhou's Secret Realm for long enough, and this time, the True King's Secret Realm Challenge is coming soon. I'm afraid he won't stay any longer."
"This scary guy, is this still a human being..."
"Tuo Sen is indeed not a human being. I heard that he is an alien?"
"Where did you get the news? Tuosen is the genius of our human race!"
"Monster..."
Countless discussions were heard on the thirty-eighth floor of the Law Tower. It was possible to kill the top true god just by relying on the understanding of the Law! Even if it is just a weak body, the divine body and the cave have not increased.
This terrifying thing, when Tuosen broke through the Law Tower, the God King was alarmed.
Go to the Principle Tower Square in person and announce that Tuosen will be given the opportunity to study in the Temple of God for one year...
And Shen Zhui got the news.
Without hesitation, he crushed the jade slip given by Tuosen!
A huge amount of information suddenly poured into the sea of consciousness.
"The secret method of the ancient gods, "Withered Leaf Jue"!"
"This method of ascetic cultivation actually actively arouses inner demons and faces the erosion of various negative emotions."
"However, the greatest effect of this Dead Leaf Art lies in comprehending the artistic conception of the fifth level of rules, the source of annihilation?!"
After reading the introduction of the Dead Leaf Art, Shen Zhui couldn't help but marvel at the talent of the once peak race.
How powerful an ancient god could be to create such a heaven-defying technique!
Dead leaves, three layers in total.
The first level: inner demons abound.
The second level: endless hell.
The third level: dead leaves reborn.
There is only one way to practice at each level.
That is seclusion and penance!
"On the first floor, you are simply locked in a room and isolated from the outside world, without any interference from the outside world. You are completely in an independent space."
"Moreover, it would be best to have an environment like an endless desert or a barren mountainous area."
"The second level is to seal off the five senses and suppress the consciousness. Not only is it cut off from outside interference, but you can't even make a sound. Even if you yell, you can't feel it at all."
"On the third level, the origin is extinguished and dead leaves are reborn. This artistic conception of the rules is actually named from the ancient books of the ancient gods."
"Not only are the five senses completely closed, but even the mark of life is blocked, and the original fluctuations are completely static, like a dead thing!"
On the first and second levels, you have to face many inner demons and evil thoughts.
"It's just...looking for death!" Shen Zhui couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
That's right, in Shen Zhui's view, this secret method of the ancient gods is not a practice at all, but a complete courtship of death.
What's even more cruel is that he died in a way that was tortured by inner demons and lonely.
But at the same time, Shen Zhui also saw the terrifying aspects of this technique.
"Ordinary people can hide their aura, such as the Wuxiang Divine Art. Although it can be disguised as a stone, it can even close the five senses and suppress the spiritual consciousness, completely disguising it."
"But... the origin fluctuations cannot be isolated, even if the phaseless magic power turns it into a stone. People themselves know that they cannot become a real stone."
"The original power of the body will still flow. This is the irreversible rule of the world."
"And this secret method of the ancient gods can actually make the original power approach infinite annihilation. It is simply sensational!"
Shen Zhui sighed.
As the number one race at the pinnacle, the Ancient Gods have super strong combat power and outstanding talents.
However, this powerful race has an inescapable fate, that is, after adulthood, it will become extremely crazy, uncontrollable, and lose its mind.
"Dead Leaf Jue" is a method of resisting destruction.
After being translated from the language of the ancient gods, there is still another hope in it - the rebirth of dead leaves.
"Tuosen realized the fifth level of source annihilation so quickly and had a perfect state of mind. Is it because he has cultivated this secret method?"
Shen Zhui stared at the distant sky, which was the direction of No. 1 Longteng Palace.
"Ancient God Clan..."
Whoosh~
Shen Zhui immediately disappeared outside the palace.
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Within the realm of virtual gods.
Since this was a very long retreat, Shen Zhui felt that it would be difficult for him to meet his adoptive father and mother for a long time, so he met his parents before the retreat.
"Zhui'er, don't worry and go to seclusion. Your adoptive mother and I are doing very well. Even your biological father Shen Kangwei is much better. Compared with the crazy state before, he has improved a lot. My father had sex with him yesterday. We played chess once, oh, by the way, it’s the "Linglong Chess Game" you often call it." The adoptive father, Shen Shan, said with a glowing face.
"Father, what's the final result?" Shen Zhui asked in a dignified manner.
"Hahaha, it's a small victory for my father." Chen Shan said with a happy smile.
"Go, go, don't be complacent." At this time, the adoptive mother also appeared behind Chen Shan. "I don't know who it was. I took advantage of someone's inattention and moved one more thing..."
"I bumped into it accidentally!" Shen Shan's eyes widened.
"Then why did you pretend not to see it?!"
"You damn bitch, you are bringing up old things... Oh, please be gentle..."
Seeing his adoptive mother grabbing his adoptive father's ear and leaving, Shen Zhui couldn't help but smile.
With his current state, he would naturally not let his adoptive father and mother die of old age. He had already used various treasures to bring the two of them to the magical realm.
Among them, his adoptive mother was even at a higher level than his adoptive father.
As people become more comfortable and have no worries, all kinds of trivial quarrels between couples appear.
Now the adoptive mother is trying to eat Shen Shan to death.
"Shen Zhui, why are you alone?" Shen Xinlan's shadow appeared.
"My sworn sister didn't ask about my younger brother, but asked someone else as soon as she came up. It really makes me heartbroken..." Shen Zhui pretended to be sad.
"You, you... I don't have one." Shen Xinlan's face suddenly turned red.
"Yangzhou was accepted as a disciple by a king. I'm afraid you won't be able to see him in a short time. Huh! What a golden sword king. He is so strict that my sworn sister and my sweetheart are not allowed to meet each other. I will trust you now Scold him..."
"Hey, don't!" Shen Xinlan stamped her feet and said, "How can you be like this? It's a good thing for Yangzhou to study with the Golden Sword King... Okay, you deliberately humiliated me!"
Shen Xinlan was ready to fight.
"Hahaha, sworn sister, have mercy on me..." Shen Zhui smiled and left the exclusive space.
The seventh prince's residence.
"Shen Zhui, do you want to practice a secret technique?" Zixuan leaned on Shen Zhui's shoulder.
"Um."
"Is it dangerous?"
"A little bit." Shen Zhui didn't hide it either.
The level of his parents and sworn sister was too low, she only knew her son, and her younger brother was very powerful. Shen Zhui didn't want them to think too much about it, and didn't talk about taking risks at all.
Zixuan is different. Taoist lovers of life and death can of course talk to each other.
"If it's dangerous, then you should stop practicing..." Zixuan put her head under Shen Zhui's chin and nuzzled her coquettishly.
"Don't worry, I know it well." Shen Zhui touched Zixuan's head, "Nothing will happen."
"Don't make me regret teaching my husband to seek the title of Marquis."
"Huh? When did I write this poem to you..."
"Hmph, what do you mean your poem! This is mine! Nowadays, the outside world has spread that I, Princess Anle, have unrivaled poetry. If you dare to spill the beans, you will be doomed!" Zixuan bit Shen Zhui's shoulder.
"Okay, okay, it's yours, it's all yours..."
"Then you, um, uh uh..."
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From the day he obtained the secret technique, Shen Zhui announced that he had entered a state of seclusion.
The geniuses from West Antarctica and General Kingo's friends were not surprised.
Many people are accustomed to using this retreat method to seek breakthroughs, but Shen Zhui rarely uses it.
However, they didn't know that this retreat was not the kind of retreat they imagined where they could occasionally come out to chat.
Instead, practice "Withered Leaf Jue"!
From that day on, Shen Zhui disappeared from everyone's sight.
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The first level of retreat to practice the Dead Leaf Art requires a very quiet environment.
This is easy to do whether in the Virtual God Realm or the Secret Realm.
As General Shen Zhui Jinwu, he directly applied to open up an independent barren mountain and boulder space.
Moreover, it directly has a hundred times acceleration!
"One hundred contribution points every day. Fortunately, I saved 10 million contribution points, otherwise it would be really useless." Shen Zhui said secretly.
Although one hundred contribution points a day is very small, the acceleration of time, year after year, is very scary. One year under accelerated time is 36,500 contribution points.
And Shen Zhui's retreat time this time will be at least two hundred years...
"Shua~" A young man wearing a black uniform appeared out of thin air from Longteng Palace on a land filled with gray rocks.
Hundred times acceleration space.
The sky here is all gray, the gray rocks, the sky, and the entire world seem to be the only color left with this kind of destruction.
"Very good. There is no vitality in an independent space, so it is most suitable for me to practice the Dead Leaf Art."
Shen Zhui found a gray boulder and sat down, relaxing completely.
After that, he started practicing the first level of "Withered Leaf Art".
In the first ten years, Shen Zhui just sat on the boulder.
He even concentrated on sorting out his sword skills and Taoist skills.
When there was no improvement in any part of his body, Shen Zhui felt a dull and boring feeling in his heart.
However, at the second level of the calming state, Shen Zhui quickly wiped away this feeling.
Twenty years.
Shen Zhui, who had been sitting idle for twenty years, felt calm for the first time and could not suppress the boredom in his heart.
At this time, he recalled the first level of Dead Leaf Art, and he had a vague realization, and he no longer suppressed this feeling.
Afterwards...
Loneliness, fear, and violent emotions continued to attack.
On the first level of Dead Leaf Jue, inner demons are everywhere!
"Buzz buzz~"
On the endless gray land, black monsters suddenly appeared.
Black mist surrounds the body. Some of these monsters have wings on their ribs, some are like animals, and some have two horns on their heads. Their humanoid limbs and facial features are twisted, like demons coming to the world...
"Quack quack~"
"Ho~"
Monsters kept emerging from the ground, rushing towards Shen Zhui overwhelmingly...
"Chichichi~" Demonic heads poured into Shen Zhui's body one after another.
Shen Zhui's state of mind changed slightly and he became more tolerant. Each time, he carefully experienced the emotional impact of each monster before erasing it...
The state of calming the mind, the second level of the mind, becomes more tenacious.
Thirty years.
All the monsters disappeared.
Shen Zhui opened his eyes, only to find that they were completely dark.
He pricked his ears, only to find that he couldn't hear anything.
He opened his mouth and muttered words, but found that there was no sound at all.
The mouth and tongue were filled with saliva, and the food was swallowed into the stomach, only to find that it was tasteless.
His fingertips flicked on his knees, but his knees felt nothing.
He subconsciously unfolded his spiritual thoughts, but his spiritual thoughts were blocked by a barrier.
Although the barrier was extremely weak and seemed to be broken with a push, Shen Zhui did not continue.
"The second level, endless hell." Shen Zhui smiled slightly and allowed the invisible barrier to be reinforced.
In the thirtieth year, Shen Zhui entered the second level of "Withered Leaf Art".
The five senses and consciousness are all blocked.
Sitting cross-legged on the boulder, Shen Zhui's body seemed to be integrated with the gray mountain rocks. Gradually, a gray light emerged from his body, like a cocoon, wrapped in gray threads.
This time, I sat directly to the one hundred and twenty-ninth year.
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Temple of the God King.
God King Ali sat quietly on the throne, but his eyes fell through the endless space on Shen Zhui, who was practicing in an independent space.
"He has already walked out of the second level and is about to enter the third level." God King Ali looked down into the void. "The third level is very dangerous for him."
"If it is not broken, it cannot be established." On another throne, there was a man covered in purple scales, wearing a cyan armor. The surrounding void was disillusioned, and there was a golden dot between his eyebrows, which disappeared and appeared. "Withered Leaf Jue is a secret passed down by the ancient gods. Once mastered, it will be of great benefit."
"Tuosen originally paid tribute to His Majesty with the Dead Leaf Art, but it was sealed away and regarded as a forbidden technique. Only the God King cannot learn it." God King Ali shook his head slightly. "He's already good enough, but you're trying to make things worse."
"Ali, he chose the road himself. Tuosen didn't force it when he gave it to him." The Purple Scale God King said.
"But you let Tuosen break through the thirty-sixth floor. You are deliberately irritating him." God King Ali said in a somewhat angry tone.
"How can we achieve something big if we can't stand this little excitement?!"
"No one forces him. If you want to fight, you have to pay the price!" Purple Scale God King said coldly.
"He is the peerless genius of our human race!" God King Ali roared in a low voice.
"But I don't have much time left for the Thousand Human Race! The 18,000th deduction of the Mountain and River Diagram... A disaster is coming!"
"You and I may not survive, so why can't he take the risk?!"
Facing the gaze of Purple Scale God King, God King Ali sighed softly and said no more.
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The 150th year of independent space.
Shen Zhui has been in the third level of "Withered Leaf Art" for twenty-one years.
During these twenty-one years...
Shen Zhui felt his soul falling endlessly.
It was as if his body was an abyss, constantly pulling him down to the bottom of the abyss.
Gradually……
Shen Zhui forgot the name of the technique he practiced. I forgot why I entered this secret space to practice.
I forgot where I was, the secret world...
I even forgot my name!
The mark of life is close to nothingness, and the consciousness is completely reduced to a candlelight.
The original fluctuation is close to solidification, as if dead.
If there is a second person in this secret space, I am afraid that Shen Zhui will be thought to be dead at this moment, and he will be regarded as a rock.
Nirvana.
Everything from the body, divine power, soul, life mark, and even memory began to disappear...
Showing a destructive trend.
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Cultivation takes no time.
To outsiders, Shen Zhui's disappearance was only a very short period of more than two years.
In the independent space, Shen Zhui has been practicing for more than 280 years!
Swish swish swish~
Outside the independent space, several great beings appeared out of thin air, all looking at Shen Zhui who had merged with the mountain rocks.
If someone could see this scene, they would find that these dozen figures all exude a terrifying power, far exceeding that of a true god!
"Withered Leaf Jue has a limit of three hundred years. Once exceeded, there will be no life or death." A god king said. "He has been practicing for two hundred and eighty years."
"Failed," another figure engulfed in fiery red light sighed. "Takusen woke up when he was two hundred years old. If he could survive it, he should have woken up long ago."
"Too anxious. I thought he was determined enough and had such talent..." A man with a thin face shook his head.
"The human race is still too reluctant to practice the secret method of the ancient gods. With the ultimate golden body and a perfect state of mind, there may be a chance..." A golden-armored god king said coldly.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult! In the past ten thousand years, no one has achieved the perfect golden body and perfect state of mind at the same time."
"The energy is so..."
"What are you talking about?" God King Ali said angrily. "Can't he be stronger than Tuosen? What's more, the three hundred years have not passed yet!"
"Ali." Purple Scale God King frowned. "I know you care about Shen Zhui, but countless experiments..."
"That's all." The Purple Scale God King sighed, shook his head and left.
Immediately afterwards, a famous god king also left.
They are not willing to waste any more time waiting for a result that is already slim.
Outside the independent space, only God King Ali was left, staring at Shen Zhui on the rocks.
"Boy, you must wake up!"
"I'm Ali, don't let me break my promise to others..."
The voice of God King Ali was transmitted into the independent space.
It seems to be calling for something.
However, Shen Zhui, who was entrenched in the rocks, remained motionless.
A somewhat disappointed Ali sighed slightly and left the place.
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Time flies.
The number of people in the four secret realms gradually increased.
Because the True King Secret Realm Challenge is about to begin, whether they are on missions or in retreat, they have all rushed back to the secret realm world to prepare for the battle wholeheartedly.
Shen Zhui, who sank into the endless abyss with negligible spiritual consciousness and traces of life, also ushered in two hundred and eighty-one years.
The sky is gray, look for the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan. ｃcom The earth has no name.
And in the early morning of this day.
Sudden--
A breath of life slowly revived.
"Dong~"
A clear beating sound came from the rocks.
"Ka~" It seemed that a piece of rock fragment fell off from somewhere.
"Ka ka ka~" followed by a sound that gradually increased in frequency.
Then, a pair of closed eyes emerged from the rock.
The majestic vitality and infinite original aura sweep across the world.
Dead leaves are reborn.
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