MTL - God Emperor-Chapter 115 Walk on the water

"It turned out to be the semi-holy business map of the senior Luo Luo."

Zhang Ruochen was very impressed by Luo Xu, and bowed slightly to the intention of the Holy Saint.

Luo Shuihan saw Zhang Ruochen's movements, his eyes lightened slightly, and he nodded gently, admiring Zhang Ruochen even more.

Not only are they extremely talented, but they are also not proud and arrogant. In the future, they will never be things in the pool.

"Luo Shuihan Road" There are a total of 1,894 creeks, 325 creeks, 64 large rivers, nine rivers, and a sea. , Rivers, rivers, and seas, respectively, correspond to the five realms of spiritual power. If you try, what step can you take? "

Zhang Ruochen nodded and sat under the scroll, completely releasing his mental power.

At the same time, Luo Shuihan gently twisted the white robe and sat next to Zhang Ruochen. He also mobilized his mental power and stared at the semi-holy intentions.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

A moment later, the two men's mental powers entered the world of the semi-holy intentions at the same time, and came to a country of water flowing through Ze.

Luo Shuihan is like a white fairy butterfly, with bare feet, revealing two snow-white crystallized legs, walking on the water, walking to the center of a stream, just like a Lingbo fairy.

She turned and stared at Zhang Ruochen standing on the shore. Her voice was soft and beautiful, just like the sounds of nature, like Qinther. There are tens of thousands of "cultivation roads", but eventually the trail will merge into the avenue, which will lead to the same direction. "Most /// Fast // More // New // On ///////

"Three thousand avenues, different routes to the same goal." Ning Xiaochuan said.

Ning Xiaochuan walked to the side of the stream, slowly closed his eyes, raised one foot, stepped on the water, and his soles sunk slightly, but he did not fall into the water in the end.

Later, both feet stood on the water, as if walking on flat ground, walking towards Luo Shuihan.

Luo Shuihan nodded his head gently, went down and walked forward.

Ning Xiaochuan quickened his pace, walked to Luo Shuihan's left side, walked side by side with her eyes closed, only feeling calm and comfortable beyond words.

"Zhang Ruochen, your talent is really high, stronger than any genius I have ever seen. Can you tell me, how do you cultivate your mental strength to the current level?" Luo Shuihan closed his eyes, relying on his instinct, to Before walking.

"I'm sorry, there are some secrets, I can't tell the task person." Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Shuihan no longer asked, "Do you know what mental strength is?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "The spiritual power comes from the brain. The human brain is full of potential. The average person can only use 10% of the brain. Therefore, the mental power is only ten levels. Cultivation of mental power can be a treasure house of the brain. Open it up to endless possibilities. "

"It is said that if an ordinary person who does not practice martial arts can make the utilization rate of the brain reach 50%, that is, the spiritual power reaches the 50th level. Then he can break through the human limit and become a saint through spiritual power. "

"The Holy Spirit is more terrible than the martial saint. Some of them can summon thunder and lightning, some can apply cloud rain, some can awaken dead bodies that have been sleeping for thousands of years, some can communicate with the gods, and some can predict the future."

Luo Shuihan nodded his head, saying, "The sage of spiritual power is indeed stronger and more weird than the saint of martial arts. However, it is a hundred times more difficult to become a saint of spiritual power than a saint of martial arts. The cultivation of spiritual power The more difficult it is, the difficulty will increase exponentially, and it will be difficult to ascend to the first level. Just like Elder Yue Jingchan, he has cultivated spiritual power for eighty years and cultivated spiritual power to thirty-ninth level. If there is no special Chance, he wants to train his mental strength to the forty level, it will take at least forty years. But, can he still live for forty years? "

At this moment, they passed the stream and entered a stream.

On the surface of the river, continue to walk forward towards the river.

The water in the river became more turbulent, and the wind was blowing on the water, blocking Luo Shuihan and Zhang Ruochen's steps forward.

Before long, they entered a big river.

The water in the river became more turbulent, and the wind on the water became more violent, as if to blow them away.

After walking half a distance on the river, Luo Ruohan's voice came from Zhang Ruochen's ear.

She said, "This is my limit, I can't go any further!"

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked at Luo Shuihan next to him. At some point, Luo Shuihan's entire body sank into the water, leaving only a worldly face still exposed on the water.

If she continued to move forward, she would be completely submerged in water.

Luo Shuihan said, "I am here to practice. As long as my mental strength increases, I can float out of the water and have the ability to continue to move forward."

"Take care."

After Zhang Ruochen said two words, he continued to walk forward.

Out of this great river, Zhang Ruochen entered a wider river.

As long as he follows this river, he can enter the sea.

From creeks to creeks, from creeks to rivers, from rivers to rivers, from rivers to the sea, people's vision has become wider and wider, and the mental strength required has become stronger.

Just stepping into the river, Zhang Ruochen's feet sank slightly, and the water in the river could already drown his insteps.

After walking three kilometers, the water drowned to his knees.

Continued for two kilometers, the water drowned to his waist.

He walked another two kilometers, and the water drowned his chest.

Taking a difficult step, Zhang Ruochen continued to walk forward, each step was very strenuous, and only with full force can he move forward.

The water in the river is constantly tempering his spiritual power.

When the water in the river flooded his neck, Zhang Ruochen also had to stop and try to compete with the current so that he could keep breathing and not be drowned by the river.

As time passed, Zhang Ruochen's body gradually floated from the water, leveling with the waist.

Luo Shuihan's voice came from the bank and said, "Zhang Ruochen, an hour has come!"

Zhang Ruochen woke up from the intoxication of growing mental strength, looked at Luo Shuihan on the shore, and said, "So fast?"

Luo Shuihan said, "If you want to follow the path of the spiritual saint, I can lend you this semi-sacred intention to help you. Of course, if that is the case, you must give up martial arts."

"If you want to continue practicing martial arts, now you must leave the semi-holy intentions!"

Zhang Ruochen certainly understood what Luo Shuihan meant.

A warrior can cultivate mental powers at the same time, but he cannot be excessively indulged in the cultivation of spiritual powers. This has a considerable impact on martial arts and is a taboo for warriors.

Zhang Ruochen naturally could not give up martial arts, so he walked towards the shore.

Just then, Zhang Ruochen saw a faint figure on the river in the distance. That figure stood in the middle of the water, as if he was practicing a deep boxing.

That figure was just a flash away, and when Zhang Ruochen looked again, that figure had disappeared.

"What are you looking at?" Luo Shuihan asked.

"I really want to see a figure very similar to the senior Luo Xu." Ning Xiaochuan said.

When Luo Shuihan's heart moved, a strange luster appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she immediately asked, "What is this figure doing?"

Ning Xiaochuan shook his head gently and said, "That figure has disappeared. Maybe it's my eyes."

There was a little disappointment in Luo Shuihan's eyes, and he said, "Maybe you haven't looked at Huayan at all, it's likely that it is really a ghost image left by the ancestors and is practicing his martial arts."

"Maybe!" Zhang Ruochen looked indifferent, stepped out of the water, and landed on the shore.

Luo Shuihan's eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen with a complicated look, saying, "Do you know how much your mental strength has reached?"

Zhang Ruochen laughed. "Not quite sure."

"Thirty-four steps." Luo Shuihan said.

Zhang Ruochen wasn't surprised. The last time the gods resonated, it increased his mental strength to reach the 34th level, which is not a strange thing.

Luo Shuihan also said, "Do you know what the spiritual strength was when the ancestors reached the half-sage? At that time, the spiritual strength of the ancestors was only thirty-eight. Until the ancestors became saints, the spiritual strength broke through the forty.

"Zhang Ruochen, you are only in the late stage of the Xuanji Realm, and your mental strength has reached the 34th level. In the history of the Kunlun world, it is estimated that you can also rank among the top 10. A 50% chance to become a spiritual saint. "

Zhang Ruochen naturally understood Luo Shuihan's meaning, and his eyes were very firm, saying "I cannot give up martial arts."

"Okay! The road is at your feet. How to choose is all in your heart." Luo Shuihan then said, "Your mental strength is high. I will keep it secret for you and I will not tell anyone."

"Thank you," Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Shuihan and Zhang Ruochen withdrew from the semi-holy intentions and walked outside the hall of divine power.

Seeing Luo Shuihan and Zhang Ruochen walking out of the hall of divine power, all the students who had waited outside the hall all showed envious and jealous eyes.

Especially Yu Chitiancong and Prince Huo Xing were jealous and mad, staring at Zhang Ruochen as if to kill Zhang Ruochen with his eyes.

The gate of the Temple of Divine Power closed again, and the twelve students left each.

Back to No. 1 of Xuanzi, Zhang Ruochen was planning to enter the spar of time and space to practice swordsmanship and prepare for the quarterly assessment two months later.

With a bang, the door of the room was opened with a palm, and Duan Juxing rushed in from the outside with a weird smile on her pretty face ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ said "Zhang Ruochen, sister Luo took you to The third floor of the Temple of Power? "

Zhang Ruochen laughed, "Yes."

"What's on the third floor of the Temple of Divine Power?" Duan Juxingling asked.

"Can't say," Zhang Ruochen said.

Duan Juxingling's eyes glared and made a bulging look, saying, "Just don't say it, I would like to tell you about the quarterly assessment after two months. Since you don't say it, I won't Say."

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly. "Sister Duanmu, this thing really can't be said."

Duan Juxing Ling stared at Zhang Ruochen fiercely, suddenly, a gorgeous smile appeared on his face, and said, "It's okay not to say, then tell me, how do you cultivate your spiritual strength to such a terrible height?"

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment and said "talent."

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