Transcending the Nine Heavens

Where did this little purple air come from?

Chu Yang was a little confused.

Allegedly, he now absorbs purple gas in the Nine Robberies space every day. The entire meridian is sometimes purple; he also feels much more powerful.

But Dantian Qihai never showed up.

Now it's finally here, and there's only a tiny bit. Weak and untraceable.

“Sword Spirit, are you there?” Chuyang asked. Ever since the snow and tears appeared, the Sword Spirit somehow fell silent.

“I am here," asked the Honorable Sword Spirit. “Has the Lord gone? ”

“Fuck off.” Chu Yang hummed, still a little angry at someone.

Sword Spirit, it just got easier. "What were you talking about?” A sudden shout: “This… is not the Lord's wine of heaven? Is this the water fireball of the Lord... you... why did the Lord give you so much? ”

Chu Yang said, “I want it, can he not give it? ”

The Sword Spirit sighed in a chill: “As far as I know, Shuihuaiyu or someone else has given it away, but no one has ever tasted the wine... sizzle, and a dry pot...”

“Hair, quince pot?” Chu Yang snorts: “It's just a large bottle. ”

“That's what you can't fix!” Sword Spirit looks at Chu Yang with the eyes of the countrymen in a kind of city: “Qian Kun pot is enough to fill the next Nine Heavens continent, in your eyes it is only a large wine pot...”

“Well, it turns out to be a problem.” Chuyang said embarrassingly: “I thought it was just a large wine bottle...”

“With such divinity as the Lord's, would you carry a bottle with you?” Sword spirit dissatisfied with the way.

Chu Yang burst out: “Is it over? What lord! Now that we're together, do you know? You don't know anything about his fucking relationship, do you? As for being so scared? One day, Master Ben will kill Nine Heavens and grab this thing and spank his ass every day, believe it or not! ”

Shut up about Sword Spirit, but his eyes are still full of disbelief.

Chuyang snorted, "Dantian master of the Nine Heavens Gods, a purple filament appeared. What's going on?”

Sword Spirit immediately sneaked in to check, it took a long time to quit, some shocked said: “Lord Sword, Nine Heavenly Gods... for the first time in 90,000 years... it really started! ”

The voice of the Sword Spirit, and even some words are incapacitated.

“For the first time in 90,000 years, the Nine Heavenly Gods really started?” Chuyang wondered, "Didn't the previous Nine Swordsmen activate this Nine Heavenly Gods? ”

“Absolutely not!” In the divine colour of the Sword Spirit, there is absolute clotting.

“Then I can obviously feel what happened to Nine Heavenly Gods in the past more powerful than they are now?” Chuyang is really the first two big ones.

“Previous life… is because your heart is full of resentment, for the heart of the world… So the violent spiritual energy influence, only slightly touched the Nine Heavens Gods.” Sword Spirit said.

“So that's it.” Chuyang asked: “If I want Nine Heavens Gods to be fully activated, what do I need? ”

Sword Spirit laughs bitterly: "Millions of brimstones of purple air can make you condense the brimstone of silk! When you reach millions of silks like Dantianae, Nine Heavenly Gods can be fully activated. Maximize your power; when Hongmeng Silk is wired, you can break through the limits of Nine Heavens Gods... If it turns completely into Hongmeng Qi Hai, you can change days...”

“Uh ~ ~ ~” Chu Yang's eyes turned: “Now the Nine Robberies space is full of purple gas, the origin of life, how many? How much silk do I form? ”

“How many millions?” The Sword Spirit turned its white eyes: “And not to mention that the purple gas here is enough for you to absorb it for a few years before you repair it... even if you absorb it all, almost, it can form nine Hongmeng silks...”

Chu Yang sat on the floor with his ass: “What?! ”

“There are nine of them!” The Sword Spirit said somewhat apathetically: “This is the Nine Heavens continent, not the Nine Heavens, according to the saying, should not be at all reasonable. ”

Chu Yang looked up to heaven without a word, and felt that some of his brain melons were not enough.

Watching the Nine Robberies space filled with purple gas, almost condensed into substance, but to turn into Hongmeng silk, there are only nine? Or at most?

“Hongmeng Silk is what makes the heavens and the earth!” The Sword Spirit looked around sneakingly and lowered his voice, saying: “You don't have to be discouraged; even if you are the Lord, you should only reach the point where the Hongmeng silk is bound, and… should not exceed one hundred...”

“How many threads are there?” Chuyang asked cautiously. I'm afraid to ask again a number that stops my heart directly.

“One strand, which should be a hundred thousand threads, will melt together. More than 50 million yarns, if you will.” The Sword Spirit sank, "This number is somewhat conservative, after all, I'm just speculating... the real number should exceed..."

Chu Yang caressed his forehead and groaned.

Dude, your conservative numbers have stopped my heart beating a beat.

Chuyang looked silently at the full of purple gas in the Nine Robberies space, and then counted the nine wires; in this amount, multiplied by 100,000... into a string... a hundred wires, more than 50 million wires?

What a horrible number...

Consciousness sinks into Dantian, looking at the seemingly pitiful hint of silk in Dantian, Chuyang truly feels the gap between himself and the snow and tears.

It never occurred to me that the difference between the two could be compared with such a specific number. However, the cruelty, this comparison directly strikes Chuyang without skin perfection!

That is, even the most conservative estimate, the tear chill is now fixed, at least 50 million times its own!

50 Million times!

With this number in mind, Chu Yang suddenly wants to die - this bastard said that he had to surpass him in 10,000 years before he could truly defeat the extraterrestrial demons!

Chu Yang wanted to die, at this moment, there was an impulse for a rude curse.

Screaming at the snow and tears!

Isn't this the fucking Pit Man? No! Neither does the Pit Man.

“So, how many strands can form an ocean of gloom?” Chuyang asked desperately.

Sword Spirit earnestly estimated, “Conservatively estimated that 100,000 strands should be able to form initially?” The Sword Spirit laughed embarrassingly: “I really don't know about that. ”

“I know.” Chu Yang waved his hands powerlessly and his eyes were deaf.

Hundred thousand strands. How much silk?

A hundred wires is 50 million wires. At this rate, 50 billion wires of silk are needed!

And these, if not accidents, should be far from enough. A hundred thousand wires can come together, but 50 million wires are needed.

Chu Yang estimated that the ultimate formation of Hongmeng Qi Hai, I'm afraid… the number of Hongmeng silk should be calculated by more than trillion figures.

“Sword Spirit, why don't we split up.” Chu Yang decadently said: “You see, this is clear; the Southeast Chu family is safe now; I strive, let's find the 6th verse 9 sword, then open the passage, connect the brothers to enjoy, and also connect my wife and son, just to settle in the Southeast. ”

He said powerlessly, suddenly his hands grabbed his hair, tearing his heart out and shouting: “At least trillion dollars... for God's sake, how can I live my life...”

Then he sat on the floor with his ass, feeling his heart, and he fell with his ass into eight flaps.

The Sword Spirit is also speechless.

“In that case, this snow and tears chill in here makes such a set of Nine Heavens Gods, which is purely mine!” Chu Yang mourned for a while and suddenly chewed his teeth up with a murderous bite.

“I don't think so.” The Sword Spirit hesitated for a moment, "As far as I know... the Lord has not yet created such a powerful work. ”

“Powerful work?” Chuyang laughed: “This is the whole fucking thing! Trillions... I think he blew up his scalp. ”

"The wonderful thing about this is that you don't have enough silk, and he can still use his power in the form of ordinary fixes; but as soon as you do, you can change your bones. ”

“Since ancient times, he has never heard of such martial arts. And the most amazing thing about it is that he digitized it, letting you know where your gap is at all times and anywhere… and without the ultimate goal. ”

"So, it should have been created by two powerful men who could sweep the heavens with only remnants of power in that war," said Sword Spirit. ”

Chu Yang's spirit shocked: “You mean? ”

“If I guess it's good, it should be the most powerful set ever!” Sword Spirit: “None. ”

Chu Yang laughed hey: “That kind of comforts me. However, in order to complete this Hongmeng silk... where is there so much Hongmeng purple gas? ”

"Ever since ancient times, there has been a saying:" There is an extreme heaven; it cannot be seen on this Nine Heavenly Continent, but some of the sealed perils of the Nine Heavens can reach the extreme once passed. At the extreme of the heavens is the Hongmeng. It's all purple! It's all about life! ”

Chu Yang's eyes just lit up. He only heard some embarrassment from Sword Spirit: “But I also heard that... I didn't see it with my own eyes. ”

Chu Yang's eyes dimmed again: “Grass! You might as well not! ”

The Sword Spirit winks and asks, "What now? ”

Chu Yang took a deep breath, took another breath, took another hard breath, and drummed up his lungs. The audacity also seemed to be unified at this moment, harshly said: “What can we do? Fuck!”

“Fuck?” asked Sword Spirit doubtfully.

“Yes, it is!” Chu Yang revealed a smile biting his teeth and still raised his head, roaring and roaring at a huge volume that broke the blue sky: “I did it! ”

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< The computer suddenly couldn't type yesterday, it was already night, choked enough, this morning at 5: 00, rushed to get up and take a taxi to fix the computer, smashed the door open for half a day, hurriedly repaired the repair to get it back... hey, it turns out the keyboard was locked by I don't know where I pressed it... computer white can't hurt ah there are trees...

Yesterday I just said an outbreak, and then I took a leave of absence, and my heart was on fire. Perhaps nobody cares about my character and credibility, but I care about myself, care about fate...

Write a chapter first, take a break, and update the rest in the afternoon. Today should be no less than five chapters...

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