Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Bang--”

Eight floating boats slowly climbed onto the aerial pier surrounding the Liao Yuan, like eight lice jumped onto the back of a sea turtle, a huge difference in size between the two sides.

Li Yao stepped on the Liaoyuan with admiration.

Today's Liaoyuan has been transformed into a war museum. Just walking down the front deck, Li Yao saw a huge bronze statue. It was carved by a persevering naval officer, who held down the sword with one hand, pointing his finger not far away, and seemed to be roaring loudly.

Even if it was just a statue, it surrounded a kind of blood battle to the end. Once it was unprecedented, Li Yao could even hear the thunderous roar coming from inside the bronze statue:

“Hit the wilderness! ”

This is the first and last captain of the Liaoyuan, the statue of "Ping Yuantao”, the Knightai cultivator.

Nine words are engraved on the base of the statue, a famous phrase Ping Yuantao once said.

Legend has it that when Ping Yuantao was a child, he joined cultivation sects. At that time, the realm of Tian Yuan was still a garden of demonic beasts. Humanity could only struggle in a few cultivated sectarian-controlled towns. The Xingyao Federation had just been established, and no one even considered it a nation. It was just a loose organization established between the nine cultivation sects to facilitate communication and communication with each other.

At that time, Ping Yuantao joined the cultivation sect with a large group of teenagers. The elders of the sect asked them, according to custom, why cultivate?

The teenagers spoke loud and talked, some said it was for glory and riches, money and beauty; others said it was for immortality and eternity; others said it was to learn a hundred kinds of magic talents, a thousand changes, you can do whatever you want, you can go through the heavens and the earth; others said it was to kill demons and protect your loved ones and friends.

And when it was Ping Yuantao's turn, he said nine words:

“Fix for the rise of the Federation! ”

A hundred years later, Ping Yuantao added a glorious footnote to the nine words with his life, and the nine words also became the motto of countless Xingyang Federation practitioners, inspiring them to expand their territory, kill demonic beasts, and make the Xingyang Federation the most powerful human nation in the heavenly realm!

“So handsome! ”

Although I have learned Ping Yuantao's story more than once in the textbook, I have heard this sentence, but I saw it on Liao Yuantao. It is said that Ping Yuantao handwritten the book. The significance is naturally very different. A number of students yelled excitedly, and ran to the peaceful and distant bronze statue photography to read it, then sent it to Spiritual Internet to show off to friends.

Li Yao also wanted to go to the photo shoot, but Zheng Dongming dragged him straight inside and said he wanted to take him to see the liveliness.

“The statue is here, and it won't run away. The scene inside is big, but you have to go early to see it. It's too late to squeeze in! ”

“What big scene? ”

“Before each Extreme Challenge, the nine elite colleges will hold a 'two-way exchange' outside the course to introduce candidates to the 'top nine'. It also means to attract training geniuses to apply. There are nine booths in the cabin. There are ‘top nine' fixers who communicate directly with candidates. The scene is very hot, so get in there quickly!” Zheng Dong Mingshuomenshu said.

“From the Nine Great Fixers?” Li Yao's eyes lit up. He didn't have to drag Zheng Dongming. He suddenly accelerated.

Entering the first deck, the vast space was filled with thousands of students, the crowd was boiling and the atmosphere was blazing.

The hall was divided into nine separate areas, each with the name of a university hanging over it.

Zheng Dongming looked around and walked Li Yao to the area of "Fantasy College”.

“Why go to the Academy of Fantasy first? Does this university have the most combined strengths?” Li Yao is a little confused, and there are also the most people who seem to be stuck at the side of the Tianfang Academy booth.

“Who cares if he's strong or not! The Fantasy Academy is the only school in the Nine Universities that specializes in cultivating literary and artistic practitioners. The beautiful women in the school are famous for their number and quality, and they are all super literary!” "Zheng Dongming swallowed the mouth spit and his eyes sparkled.

The two of them managed to get into the crowd, but the exhibition stand at the Academy of Fantasy was very simple. There were literary works hanging on the walls around them. On one side of the corner, several college students were half-witching their eyes, shaking their heads and immersed themselves in the music world. On the other side, there was a young man with fluttering hair and shaky mustaches, reciting poems.

In front of them is a classic beauty dressed in a white robe with dark hair and waist, painting with dedication.

Li Yao looked at her crystal clear fingertips and found that her painting style was completely different from her own. With a very fierce brush stroke, she drew a scene of a frightening wave, a wrecked small fishing boat, struggling with an eight-paw sea monster.

“Nice painting...”

Even though Li Yao didn't know the art, he also felt an exhilarating smell from this scroll. He nodded gently and heard a slight taunt in his ear.

Tao?

Li Yao suddenly found himself on the front deck of a very turbulent fishing boat, a wave higher than a wave of tide splitting his head, the smelly sea water poured into his nostrils and mouth, with demonic beasts roaring in his ears!

From a far-sighted perspective, surrounded by a raging sea, he looked up and his head was like a hill above a small fishing boat. Two strange red eyes were staring at him dead, emitting a glow of human soul!

“Ah!”

Li Yao was creepy and couldn't help screaming.

This call, as if to break the illusion, the spirit returns to the shell, is already a cold sweat, for the rest of the world.

If you look around you, Zheng Dongming will look just as dirty and his legs will tremble lightly.

“Now you know what a cultivator is? Without malice, this beautiful woman is only halfway through the painting, so she can drag us into a horrible illusion. If she is actively attacking and using a painted painting, do you think you can still escape?” Zheng Dongming trembled.

Li Yao took a sigh of relief and recalled that in the illusion, the Octopus monster stared dead at his scene.

Until now, he could not believe that creating such a terrible illusion was simply an unfinished painting.

Literary modifiers are truly terrible.

“Alas, although there are many beautiful women, these artistic cultivators are all madmen, easy to provoke, only visionary, not profane! No, look at the guy over there who's barking, red-hearted, almost forgotten. So, when his mind explodes, he doesn't know what kind of horrible illusion he'll create. Let's go. If he drags us into the illusion, it's bad. I don't want to go into the spirit world of an ugly man!” Zheng Dongming dragged Li Yao out of the crowd and came to the booth of the second university.