After cultivating for four hundred years, Xie Tian's understanding of the path of cultivation could not be said to be deep, but he understood where strength came from.
Strength was born from the flesh and blood.
When one's physical body was strong enough to the point of radiance, one could strengthen one's soul through the Soul Rush Technique, and comprehend the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
From the birth of spiritual energy, one could cultivate mystic arts, strengthen one's soul, and even comprehend the laws of the Heavenly Dao.
After that, one could use the divine ability to comprehend the laws of the Heavenly Dao and comprehend the spiritual energy of immortals, all the way to the Origin of the Heavenly Dao.
…
This was a step-by-step path.
Even if the cultivation system of the ancient era and the modern era were vastly different, the root of it was still the same path.
Regardless of whether it was the laws of the Heavenly Dao or the Origin of the Heavenly Dao, their root could be called the Dao.
Thus, at the end of the path of cultivation, strength was born from the Dao.
And this path of strength from the flesh and blood of a living being to the Dao definitely did not have any room for desire.
"It shouldn't be possible …"
After pondering for a long while, Xie Tian muttered to himself.
He was a person who easily accepted new things, and often broke old rules.
Even so, he was unable to accept such a conjecture that overturned his understanding of the path of cultivation.
"Then why would I have this … misconception …"
After confirming that his conjecture was a misconception, Xie Tian felt that the fog in front of him that seemed as though it would never dissipate suddenly disappeared by quite a bit.
What remained was still the unknown of the devilish energy.
Compared to before, this fog of the unknown had thinned by quite a bit. However, Xie Tian knew that there was still a long way to go before he could restore the devilish energy that he could comprehend.
He agreed with this very much.
"After all, the second time I slayed a devil, I was too lucky …"
"Puuu!"
Sensing the sound of snorting coming from his body, Xie Tian looked towards little tyrant.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. Go on with your business."
Seeing that little tyrant was not interested in replying to him, Xie Tian diverted his attention and continued to turn the second lucky devil slaying into his own cultivation path.
Seeing Xie Tian in this state, little tyrant's expression was a little complicated. He seemed to have something to say, but for some reason, he could not say it.
After an unknown period of time, he smacked his lips and muttered unwillingly.
"Lucky devil slaying? In my memories, there are many ways to slay devils, but luck … is a little too arrogant … "
Those closely involved cannot see clearly.
Onlookers have a clear view.
The people of the Nine States used the illusion to force Xie Tian to conclude that this time's demon-slaying action was a fluke.
However, he did not know that he was also in the game.
The one who was truly uninvolved was the little tyrant.
As for the little tyrant, he had once slaughtered demons like flies.
Even though he had lost his memories, slaying demons had become a feeling for him.
Even if all the cultivators and Rakshasa who had slain devils and slain devils in the Sea of Oblivion added up for billions of years, they still wouldn't be able to compare to this feeling.
That was why he knew that this wasn't some lucky Demon Slaying.
He also knew the reason why Xie Tian attributed this to luck.
The reason was because of Xie Tian's shallow understanding and knowledge of demonic power, as well as the slight changes in his killing methods brought about by this understanding and knowledge.
In Xie Tian's eyes, these changes were extremely superficial, and in little tyrant's eyes, it was the same.
However, due to his superficial understanding, Xie Tian attributed this second slaying to luck, while little tyrant viewed this superficial change as the true reason for slaying demons.
Unfortunately, little tyrant took Xie Tian's actions as showing off, and was a little displeased. That was why he did not tell Xie Tian.
However, being displeased was one thing …
Little tyrant, who rarely thought, briefly recalled Xie Tian's demon-slaying experience, and was truly a little speechless.
Two hundred years.
He was alone.
He watched more than a hundred battles.
Five of his companions died.
He achieved a true demon-slaying that was different from Oblivion Cliff and Sea of Oblivion.
These five rhythms, even in the era when the Little Tyrant was invincible, was still an amazing thing.
"Hmph, as expected, he's showing off!"
Snorting, little tyrant's brows gradually furrowed.
He could see it clearly.
However, he could not.
"Just what kind of motivation could drive him from being completely suppressed by the demonic flames to a true demon-slaying stage …"
"Let's go!" Half a month later, the rest was over. Xie Tian calmly pointed forward. "The second time doesn't count. The next time will be the true second time!"
"Alright!"
"We don't need luck when we kill, we only need strength!"
"Did you hear what the livestock said? We can't rely on luck. We have to give it our all! "
…
The little tree, however, seemed a little doubtful.
"Doesn't count? Then, then what about the demonic beasts that we killed the second time? "
"Add on!"
Xie Tian threw down these two words filled with confidence. Leading the Nine Provinces Invincible Killing Square Formation, he charged into the depths of Sea of Oblivion.
At the same time.
Oblivion Cliff battlefield.
Bang!
Amidst the surging purple aura, the demon quickly dissipated, turning into nothingness.
Seeing this, no matter how calm Zhou Quan was, he could not help but shout out in excitement.
"Good! Good! Hahahaha! "
Under the leadership of the Millet Son of Heaven, a hundred-man elite squad managed to slay the demon in less than an hour.
One had to know that the demons had been vigilant against the two new formations of Oblivion Cliff for a long time.
Even in the entire Oblivion Cliff, this kind of battle result was considered outstanding.
"Shu, you're too amazing!"
"The Weapon Formation Hall is just a martial arts demonstration. I didn't expect that in our first actual battle, y-you're even better at commanding than during the martial arts demonstration!"
"Haha, two great insurance! Even if the military formation is useless, our Shu can still snatch the credit! "
"Hehe, in my opinion, there's no need to snatch the credit now. If Shu can maintain this state of commanding, there's no need to worry about slaying the demon!"
…
Shu, who had exited his battle state, did not care about the exhaustion in his mind. First, he sincerely and humbly gave everyone a round of sincere praise before speaking in a serious voice.
"Brothers, don't be careless. The military formation is sharp now only because the demons haven't taken this matter seriously … Actually, I don't need to say this. In front of the Demons, have we human cultivators ever had the right to be careless?"
When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed. The light-hearted feeling from slaying the demon with ease had disappeared.
Seeing this, Emperor Su immediately smiled. "So, what should we do?"
Zhou Quan replied in a deep voice, "Be careful, step by step!"
"I must not be careless!"
"Give it your all!"
…
"Haha!" While everyone was discussing, Son of Heaven Mi laughed, "You're all wrong. What we should do now is to crazily obtain military merits before the demons pay attention to us! Kill! "
The Emperor of Millet, who used desire as a hook to control more than a hundred people in his hands, gradually transformed in the two hundred years of killing. Now, he was striding toward the world where his spirit would lead everyone.
Seeing this scene, Mo Ta had a feeling.
"Isn't it the same path as you? Thin!
Focused on roasting the spirit meat in his hands? Protect??? Disintegrating Dead Bones and Pulling Ye Mu Punishment? Wei Wenshuo, the emperor of the Wei Kingdom, has been longing to copy it!
"Hehe, how arrogant." Mo Ta laughed. He thought for a moment and said, "But I feel that his path might be further than yours. Don't you think it's strange?"
"If that's the case …" Bi? Fei Chen Xie Wu? Father Huang Xiong's buttocks and buttocks are good at twisting, what's the point? Cowardice at the tail?
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