Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms, the twenty-second form …
After being promoted to One-Line-Sky, He Yiming also continued to cultivate this gold attribute combat skill. But when he cultivated to the twenty-first form, he could no longer go any further.
He vaguely felt that this combat skill was indeed broad and profound, and after the twentieth form, he had reached a new level. Every time he mastered a new form, the mystery became more profound and incredible.
He originally thought that before he could condense a tangible flower, he could not go any further. But at this time, under the nostalgia for the old man and the anger of the totem clan, he actually used the power of the five elements to force out the twenty-second form.
The power of this form was really extraordinary. Although He Yiming was exhausted and at the end of his rope, when he really performed this form, he understood why it was so difficult to perform this form.
In terms of power alone, the destructive power of the twenty-second form might not be greater than that of the twenty-first form.
However, when the twenty-second form was performed, the surrounding space suddenly seemed to be solidified by the power of the gold attribute. Within this range, nothing seemed to be able to move.
In fact, when the twenty-first form was performed, the power of the surrounding space had already revealed a hint of its power. But unfortunately, the power of the solidification of that form was too weak.
Not to mention a master of the Innate Realm, even a master of the Acquired Realm could easily break free.
Therefore, this move could only be used when the two parties were evenly matched or not too far apart from each other. It was the last strike in a battle of life and death.
Under normal circumstances, there was basically no chance to perform this form.
But after mastering the twenty-second form, He Yiming understood in his heart that this form could not only be used as a life-saving measure in a life-and-death situation, but it could also be used when facing an opponent who was far inferior to him.
Even if the opponent wanted to escape, when the twenty-second form was performed, the power that could solidify everything was enough to catch the opponent off guard and tie him in place for a short time.
For a time, He Yiming calmed down.
His thoughts, after a high degree of concentration, tension, sadness and hatred, finally relaxed.
When he was lying flat on the ground, he happened to see that due to his earth-shattering slash, he had already split open a crack in the mountain wall. The milky white light emitted by the strange rocks hidden in the mountain wall had already dimly shone on his body.
He closed his eyes and let the white light play a magical effect on his body.
He Yiming's mind was blank.
At this moment, he forgot his heartache, forgot his sadness, forgot his hatred, and forgot his longing.
His eighteen years of life, his experience seemed to have been completely erased at this moment.
His mind was like that of a newborn baby, or like a piece of white cloth that had not yet been painted, not a speck of dust could be seen.
All of his feelings, all of his strength, all of his everything seemed to burst out with that incredible 22nd move.
Now, what was left here was like the most ordinary shell, and it could no longer bear the slightest feeling.
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A gust of wind blew gently. It blew across the lake, over the grass, and over He Yiming's skin.
In the wind, it seemed to be moaning something, as if it was singing something, as if it was narrating the mysteries of nature.
He Yiming heard it. He heard a different sound from the wind …
It was a different wind, with a different wind sound.
There was a gentle breeze, a gentle and sunny breeze, like the feather fan of a maid swan, stirring up a warm airflow and circling around him.
He Yiming's consciousness seemed to have left his body. He moved slowly along with the wind, as if he had become a wisp of the same wind, drifting away from his side.
In the middle of a mountain forest, he encountered a natural mountain wind. The wind did not carry any dust, nor did it carry any dust. It was neither hot nor cold. It was slightly cool, like the autumn wind in the north. It was gentle, clean, refreshing, refreshing, refreshing, refreshing, and combing the soul.
He Yiming continued to move forward. He did not know how much time had passed, but he seemed to have left the mountain forest and came to the endless grassland.
The wind shook the branches and leaves of the big trees, like thousands of soldiers and horses shouting on the battlefield, like the howling of wolves. It sounded eerie and frightening.
Here, He Yiming heard fear, heard the incomparable sound of awe from the heart.
Suddenly looking back, he saw …
The gust of wind covered the sky and the earth, flying sand and stones, and connecting the heaven and earth.
It was a gust of wind that stood upright like a long snake. Its feet stepped on the white sand, and its head was facing the cloudless sky. It overflowed the small trees, the tombs, and the sand dunes, destroying everything as it rolled forward.
This was the power of heaven and earth, the power triggered by the endless qi of heaven and earth, and no human could resist it.
In front of this power, any powerful existence seemed insignificant. No one could contend against this power that seemed to be able to sweep through the world.
He Yiming's tightly shut eyes slowly moved, like a person who was slowly waking up from a deep sleep.
Finally, he opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, a gust of wind surged by his side.
This was a sudden gust of wind. This gust of wind was not strong, but it was like an obedient child, constantly revolving around He Yiming's body. The gusts of wind were like pairs of hands, massaging his body, making his already exhausted body and mind feel the best comfort.
Finally, He Yiming opened his mouth and exhaled.
This was a wave of true qi, and also a flower condensed from true qi that had not yet fully formed.
However, it was different from the water flowers that He Yiming had breathed out in the past. There was a faint trace of green in this flower. This trace of green was faintly discernible, as though it would dissipate with the wind at any moment.
The green flower floated in the void like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.
However, this flame was unusually tenacious. It grew slowly and vigorously with an unparalleled fighting spirit.
Finally, the spiritual wind around He Yiming reluctantly left his body and swept into the little flower.
This seemingly limitlessly powerful energy allowed the little flower to completely stabilize in an instant.
He Yiming slowly closed his mouth, and the little flower in the void immediately surged into his mouth. When He Yiming's mouth completely closed, the flower was completely swallowed by him.
He Yiming's eyes once again flashed with a sparkling luster.
When he had lost all his power and exhausted all his strength, he had felt the existence of the wind and heard the sound of the wind.
He did not know why, but it was in such an environment that he had inexplicably condensed the Flower of the Wind.
Before today, he had always been trying to condense the Flower of the Wind and had already fumbled through countless experiences. Even he himself had thought that the first tangible flower that could be condensed would definitely be the Flower of the Wind.
However, today, in such an environment, he had condensed the Flower of the Wind.
He Yiming felt extremely sorrowful as he felt the fullness in his body due to the super solidification.
When he had come into contact with the power of the wind and had made some small achievements, it had been when old man Shui Xuan Jin had sent him the Clairaudient Technique.
However, after Shui Xuan Jin's death, he had immediately used the method of enlightenment to successfully condense the Flower of the Wind.
All of this was so mysterious and profound.
It was as if the old man had done something for him in the unseen world.
He Yiming straightened his body and leaped up from the ground. His body leaped directly into the air. Then, his body seemed to pause in the air for a moment before it began to slowly float down.
That's right, it was like the weightless paper and leaves that floated down from the air. A sudden gust of wind swirled around his body. This gust of wind gently blew past, blowing his body to the side of the crude stone coffin.
He Yiming silently looked inside the stone coffin. The old man's appearance had not changed in the slightest. If it was not for this strange black color, the smile on his face would have been very lifelike.
Finally, the muscles on He Yiming's face twitched. Although his voice was very soft, it was as firm as the mountains that traversed the Northwest and would never collapse.
"Brother Shui, don't worry. Tian Luo Kingdom … has me."
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He Yiming personally buried the stone coffin in this scenic valley.
The old man had worked hard for Tian Luo Kingdom all his life. Since he was already dead, he should let go of everything and leave in peace.
He Yiming kowtowed three times in front of the old man's grave. He suddenly turned around and looked at the energy stone that was emitting a mysterious milky white light. His eyes were filled with a kind of crazy color.
In the next moment, his figure had already passed through. There was a distance between the old man's grave and the strange white stone hidden in the mountain wall. But He Yiming did not even move his body and directly arrived here. What was even more strange was that after he completed this action, he did not cause any wind to blow.
It was as if he did not pass through, but disappeared from one point and directly appeared at another point.
In fact, this was the benefit of successfully condensing the Flower of the Wind. He Yiming relied on this condensed Flower of the Wind and could even control the power of the wind in the surrounding space to a certain extent.
He could change the direction of the wind according to his will.
Of course, at present, he could only reach this level and control a little of the wind's direction. And this kind of wind could not condense into a powerful weapon like the Flower of the Wind, nor did it have any offensive power.
But even so, it allowed He Yiming's Light Body Technique to reach a higher level.
If He Yiming suddenly appeared and disappeared in the dark of the night, there would definitely be people who would shout that they had seen a ghost.
He Yiming came in front of the stone wall and stretched out his hand. He took out the large glaive and chopped it for a while. In just a moment, he had already taken out the white stone.
Once the huge white stone left the dim cave, it suddenly became more dazzling. But He Yiming's mind was not on it. Instead, he used the glaive to chop a few times and pried off a few small fist-sized stones from the big stone.
Although the size of these small stones was several times larger than the original thumb-sized stones, they were still insignificant compared to the entire rock.
The skin of the big stone wriggled a few times and slowly returned to its original shape.
He Yiming did not hesitate to put the big stone back into the rock wall. After blocking the gravel, he floated like a gust of wind and finally stopped in front of Shui Xuan Jin's grave.
He took a deep look at it one last time, and then drifted out of the valley.
In this empty valley, only the echoes of his voice were left floating in the air.
"Don't worry …"
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On Hengshan Mountain, the work of cleaning up the aftermath had already begun.
Especially at the place where the mountain path collapsed, a large amount of stone and soil was needed. If it was an ordinary person, it would undoubtedly be extremely difficult to complete this work, but this was Hengshan Mountain.
On Hengshan Mountain, regardless of gender, old or young, everyone knew a few skills. It could be said that as long as one was an adult, one would have at least the sixth level of inner strength.
In the eyes of a Connate master, this kind of cultivation was naturally disdainful. But when it came to workers moving large stones, it was more than enough.
The power of thousands of people gathered together was far more effective than tens of thousands of ordinary people working together.
Just as everyone was working in full swing, a sudden cold wind blew.
A Houtian disciple at the peak of the tenth level of inner strength stopped and looked around suspiciously.
The people around him asked him questions, but he shook his head and muttered a few words in his mouth, and immediately ignored them. The rest of the people naturally did not dare to ask for a rebuff, and still buried their heads in the work.
Now on Hengshan Mountain, all the elders were there. From time to time, people would come over to take a look, and no one dared to be lazy.
However, on the mountain path, He Yiming's figure suddenly appeared. He did not care about the people behind him at all, and just moved his feet slightly, and floated up like the wind.
His speed seemed slow, but it was fast, and it did not take long for him to arrive at the main peak.
He did not hide his powerful aura, so as soon as he arrived at the main peak, the rest of the Connate masters immediately sensed his arrival.
Everyone came to the main peak hall at the fastest speed, and just happened to see He Yiming as calm as the sea.
Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi had the best eyesight. As soon as they came in front of He Yiming, they were slightly startled, and their eyes were full of suspicion.
Among them, Yu Jinglei was the most familiar with He Yiming, and knew that he had not reached the stage of condensing the invisible Real Qi into a tangible flower. However, at this moment, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. That was, the Real Qi that He Yiming showed around his body was too condensed.
Of course, this feeling could not be sensed by ordinary Connate masters at all.
Even for those who had just advanced to One-Line-Sky, but had just stabilized their realm, and had not successfully condensed a tangible flower, they might not be able to sense it.
However, whether it was Yu Jinglei or Zhu Baqi, they were not new to One-Line-Sky. They might not be able to condense the Three Flowers at One's Prominence in their lifetime, but they, who had condensed two rootless flowers, could see the clues at a glance.
Yu Jinglei asked in a trembling voice, "Elder He, you have succeeded in condensing the flower?"
He Yiming nodded slightly, but there was not the slightest excitement on his face.
Zhu Baqi gasped. After all, this was the first time he met He Yiming. Although he had heard countless legends about He Yiming before, he had never been as shocked as he was now.
This young man had just advanced to One-Line-Sky not long ago, and not only had he finished consolidating his realm, but he had also condensed a tangible flower.
If the Hundred Scatter Heavens were to open the human's own treasury, pushing open a door that connected to the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and taking one step into it, then the One-Line-Sky powerhouse was to take a peek at the door, officially taking two steps into it.
However, after the One-Line-Sky powerhouse had a firm foothold in the door, he had to continue moving forward.
If he did not move forward, he would fall behind. If he did not think about moving forward, then this door that had been opened with great difficulty would also be closed one day.
When the One-Line-Sky powerhouse had gone through unremitting efforts and condensed enough Real Qi, he would be able to condense a tangible flower.
This tangible flower represented the first step that the One-Line-Sky powerhouse had taken in this door.
This was an incomparably firm and essential first step. Only after taking this firm step would there be an unlimited future …
Zhu Baqi's eyes were filled with unspeakable jealousy. Even though he was a disciple of the Sky Pool Mountain's main branch, he had a much better cultivation environment than ordinary One-Line-Sky powerhouses. But in order to stabilize his realm and take this first step, he had spent a full 30 years.
Thinking of the hardships of the past and looking at He Yiming now, he could not help but sigh deeply in his heart.
He Yiming's gaze casually glanced at their faces, then said, "Elder Yu, where is 108?"
If it were other Xiantian powerhouses, He Yiming would be able to sense their presence as long as they emitted a powerful aura. But 108 was different. Even if he wanted to emit his aura, it was impossible to do so.
"Senior 108 is waiting for your return in your room." Yu Jinglei quickly said.
He Yiming nodded at him and turned to leave.
Zhu Baqi's complexion changed slightly. Although he also knew that He Yiming's mood was certainly not good at the moment, it was too insolent for him to turn a blind eye to a powerhouse of One-Line-Sky.
Yu Jinglei slowly turned around and looked at him meaningfully. "Brother Zhu, wasn't I the same back then?"
Zhu Baqi was slightly startled, knowing that he had seen through her thoughts. His old face was slightly red, and then he fell into deep thought.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh and finally let go of this little thought.
An 18-year-old One-Line Sky who had already condensed a tangible flower. Such a genius, even if he was arrogant, what could he do?
Suddenly, He Yiming faintly understood why Suo Ge and the others would rather disregard their status and use the most despicable method, which was close to assassination, to ambush him.
How could they not be the same … (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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