Chapter 420 Seeds

According to the blind monk,

The east talks about cultivating immortals.

In the west, power is spoken.

In fact, they all rely on spiritual energy to increase their abilities.

The current consensus between the east and the west is that the so-called practice or ability is to treat the body as a nuclear reactor, constantly nuclear fusion in the body.

The fusion rate in the master's body was faster and the explosive energy was stronger.

Nuclear fusion requires special energy particles, which are the spirit of heaven and earth.

There are three realms in the night tour. When it is complete, the three flowers gather at the top.

Then he could go on a day trip.

After listening to the introduction of the realm by the blind monk, Fang Zheng's eyes revealed his thoughts.

"The Three Rays of God Kung," does it mean to reflect the spirit and energy?

Which is the training method of the night traveling envoy?

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more shocked he became.

Because he had a vague guess in his heart, is the end of life the same way?

For example, whether they were gods or saints, they all started with a little tadpole... Or it could be said that the essence of a tadpole is water and protein.

Is the end of cultivation the same?

They all went to a higher level of evolution, to a higher level of life.

In martial arts, there are martial artists and immortals.

There were also martial saints who were sanctified in flesh.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense. Why did he have a nuclear fusion seed in his dantian?

The simple summary is that there are many forks in life, some easy to go, some difficult to go, some roads are still untouched primitive mountains and forests, but these roads will eventually be like a hundred rivers into the sea, with a common end.

It's just that the road is divided between good and bad.

Did they plant trees before they cool down?

And the path that Fang Zheng took was the most dangerous and unknown path that no one had ever taken before. He needed to hack through the thorns and cut through the thorns all the way, silently carrying a heavy load, to carve out a new path of cultivation for himself. On this road, he was destined to be lonely, without the planting of trees by his ancestors, without the mutual support of the latecomers.

But Fang Zheng felt something was wrong with what the blind monk said.

There was no spiritual power in his body, only the true qi of the martial arts. The source of the true qi was the qi, blood, and biological energy consumed from the blood.

Fang Zheng was skeptical.

Don't make him look like three ancient elephants, or three horses, or three thousand ancient elephants? Three thousand horses?

The most frequently used words in the secret books of martial arts that he practiced about the increase in strength were the power of the ancient elephant of the buddhist Secret sect's martial arts and the power of the fierce horse of the taoist martial arts.

So that's a real possibility.

When he thought that the next time someone else made a move, it would be three thousand ancient elephants and three thousand horses. Just thinking about it would be enough to cause an egg ache!

...

"Brother chen, why did you suddenly ask about this?" The blind monk asked curiously in the group.

Fang Zheng replied truthfully, "I found out that I have entered the night tour."

Blind monk: ..."

Blind monk: "Brother chen, don't make a fuss. It's not so easy to advance by traveling at night. When we met two months ago, we were still in the state of divine hiding."

Guo Dasen the suit thug: "If you don't believe me, deduct 1."

One, one, one... No one believed it.

Fang Zheng spread his hands.

See, this is what people often say: honest people have no food.

Because honestly, no one believed it.

Fang Zheng typed, "Well, I'm looking up to the night tour envoy, so I'm curious to ask and expand my extracurricular knowledge."

Everyone believed it this time.

So,

It's hard to be honest these days.

Either the spare tire or the catch man.

Fang Zheng asked a few more key questions in the group. Just as he was about to go offline, another thing that everyone talked about in the bubbling group caught Fang Zheng's attention.

Knight: "You all have places in Blessed Land. This time Blessed Land opens, you have to be careful."

The blind monks quickly asked, why did you say that?

Knight: "This time, we opened two Blessed Land at the same time. There has always been a voice in the world that has never disappeared, saying that this is something that no other place has ever seen before. It must mean something. Now your country's borders are not peaceful. Every day, spies, smugglers, and people from different organizations try to break into the border. He covets two Blessed Land."

"Also, in the international community, people are constantly offering high prices to collect all the information about the two Blessed Land that were opened this time. The information has been fired to hundreds of thousands of yuan a piece of information, which is hard currency dollars."

With that said, the stone knight threw out another big piece of news: "A while ago, there was a big international consortium that wanted to buy fourteen maps of Blessed Land and Spirit ruins mountain, and the price was thirty million us dollars, but they couldn't get any maps."

"The map here is not the kind of tourist map. It's the latest survey map of Blessed Land that has gradually opened and changed."

Fang Zheng was shocked.

A map costs 30 million dollars, and a map can produce a billionaire.

In front of these big corporations of ancient powers, the so-called billionaires were almost like throwing out a hundred yuan.

Not even qualified to carry shoes.

Perhaps in the eyes of these international powers, the intelligence value of a Blessed Land far exceeds the value of money.

People's vision is accumulated together with wealth. When wealth reaches a state, money has lost the meaning of measuring value in these people's eyes.

Barter and exchange at an equal price are the main trading methods of these consortiums, chaebols, capital giants, and international forces.

His eyes turned cold.

These forces of all nations, from ancient times till now, have never stopped looking at the country's mountains and rivers.

Damn it!

The knight's last word of advice: "You must be more careful. These people will do anything to get information about Blessed Land, such as treason, money, beauty, kidnapping, and threats. In the face of the international situation, no matter how strong an individual is, there is a saying called' eggs can't touch stones'."

At this moment, the flame man, who had been silent, spoke in the group, "Austen's words are definitely not exaggerated. They are getting closer and closer to the opening of Blessed Land. You must be careful."

"I heard from my family that there are people who smuggle in and out of the border every day. Many people are dying every day. Blood has stained the border."

"But these are all wars between cultivators. Ordinary people are not affected, so now your country is very peaceful. Ordinary people's lives and work are not affected. That's because the cultivators in your country are bleeding at the border!"

The topic was heavy.

The blind monk, the suit thug, Guo Dasen, Face Brother,

And Fang Zheng,

For a moment, everyone was silent.

One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young men, one hundred thousand armies.

This was not just a slogan.

Or because!

Behind every soldier's identity was a father, a son, and a husband!

It was the ridge of the sky!

Fang Zheng withdrew from the chat group and, with a heavy heart, clenched his fists and began to practice in silence.

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