The rays of dawn gradually appeared. The sun was hidden behind the peaks, casting a hazy light around them. The light slowly infected the light blue sky, and a golden dawn slowly appeared in the sky.
When He Yiming returned to the courtyard of the Grand Divine Wind Palace, the sun was already high in the sky.
Due to Zhuo Chengfeng's long howl, the entire Grand Divine Wind Palace had entered a boiling atmosphere. However, He Yiming still returned to his room silently.
At this moment, the other He Yiming was practicing the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms in the room. From the first form to the 23rd form, the cycle repeated without stopping.
When He Yiming saw this scene, a strange thought suddenly emerged in his mind.
This was the first time he stood purely from the perspective of a bystander, watching "himself" practice the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms.
This set of metal-series cultivation method seemed to be full of flaws, as if it could be completely broken with a wave of the hand.
He shook his head slightly and sighed, knowing that this was because when he performed this set of cultivation method, he did not use his metal-series essential Qi. It was precisely because there was no essential Qi or internal strength that it made people feel like it was just for show.
However, after thinking about it, He Yiming suddenly laughed involuntarily.
Not only was this metal-series combat skill limited, but no matter which combat skill it was, as long as it did not have the corresponding essential Qi, it would eventually become just for show.
Without the use of True Qi and Inner Strength, one could still use a powerful combat skill. Perhaps only one hundred and eight people could use such a skill.
He shook his head and said, "108, I'm back."
He Yiming, who was performing as if he was dancing, suddenly stopped. A strange wave appeared on his body, then He Yiming disappeared and became 108.
He Yiming looked at him with envy. If only he had such a magical ability, it would undoubtedly be much more convenient to do things.
However, when he thought of 108's inhuman identity, He Yiming's heart trembled. This thought suddenly flew away without a trace as if it had grown wings.
"Brother Bai, did you succeed?" He Yiming asked.
108 did not answer. He stretched out his right hand, directly pulled off his left wrist, and threw it to He Yiming.
He Yiming reached out to catch the broken hand without blood. The muscles on his face involuntarily twitched a few times, then he smiled bitterly and put it on the table.
The left hand immediately began to melt. When it condensed again, it had turned into a Book of Divine Dao.
He Yiming's eyes faintly shining. He reached out to pick up the book and directly turned to page 24.
However, his face immediately revealed a strange look. On this page, although it was one of the 36 forms of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms, it was not the 24th form, but the 14th form.
He raised his head in surprise and looked at the expressionless 108. His heart suddenly moved, and he casually turned to the first page.
His face suddenly revealed an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. On this page, it was indeed the first page of the Book of Wind and Cloud.
He shook his head speechlessly. Combining the contents of two books of the Divine Dao from two completely different systems into one book, perhaps only the Hundred and Eight Divine Dao would do such a thing.
"I'm leaving."
As if he did not see the strange expression on He Yiming's face, 108's calm voice rang out.
"Where are you going?" He Yiming asked in confusion.
"Baozhu is still outside the city," 108 said concisely.
He Yiming sighed in his heart. He really did not understand why 108 and Baozhu, two completely different inhuman fellows, were so close. However, since 108 was by Baozhu's side, then the little fellow's safety must be assured.
His gaze suddenly fell on 108's broken hand, and then looked at the secret book in his hand. He Yiming's face revealed a trace of hesitation.
108 stretched out his hand. His hand slowly grew out of his arm, and in an instant, it had returned to normal.
He Yiming opened his mouth, and finally waved his hand gently. He smiled bitterly and said, "You go, take care."
108 came to the door, seemed to pause for a moment, and then said, "Take care." With that, his whole body suddenly melted, as if he had turned into flowing water, and disappeared through the crack of the door.
He Yiming stared dumbfounded at the place where he disappeared. After a moment, he pinched his arm and felt that it was quite painful. Obviously, he was not daydreaming.
Having said that, given 108's character, it was really unbelievable that he would say something like that.
He Yiming shook his head and cast the thought aside. He opened the Book of Divine Dao in his hand again.
The first page of the book was the Book of Wind and Cloud. He Yiming had a deep understanding of how mighty it was.
He had relied on the powerful concealment power contained in the clouds and mist power to escape from under the noses of the Venerable Ones.
In particular, He Yiming immediately used the Burrowing Art to leave the short forest after he cut off Zhuo Chengfeng's senses. Needless to say, when he used the Burrowing Art, his body was also shrouded in a layer of clouds and mist power, which completely hid his aura.
If that was not the case, it would be wishful thinking for him to escape from the joint attack of the 3 Venerable Ones.
From this, it could be seen how powerful the power of the clouds and mist was. In particular, for someone like He Yiming who had not become a Venerable One, it was definitely his number one choice to save his life.
Nevertheless, He Yiming did not study the clouds and mist power at this moment. Instead, he directly turned to the 34th page.
Sure enough, there was a drawing of the 24th form of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms here.
He Yiming's eyes lit up right away. He channeled a wisp of metal-mastery power into the secret book. After a brief moment, He Yiming seemed to have entered a magical space through a magical method.
Inside this space, one could not see the end of the north, south, east, and west. Moreover, the space was filled with a sharp and unique pressure.
This was metal-mastery power — the embodiment of an extremely mighty metal-mastery power.
Next, a frightening glaive appeared in He Yiming's hand.
A magical power rippled on the glaive's body. In particular, the tip of the glaive was shining brightly like a small sun.
He Yiming was extremely dubious. He had once borrowed the original copy of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms, but the glaive in that world was not as exaggerated as this.
A strange thought crossed his mind. 'Could it be that the glaive's power has increased tenfold in the secret book that was turned into by 108?'
He Yiming shook his head and got rid of his distracting thoughts, then he began to move.
Starting from the first style, he slowly performed it until the twenty-third style.
During this process, He Yiming didn't pause at all. A set of blade techniques was displayed in his hands like moving clouds and flowing water.
Nevertheless, each time he performed the 23rd form, he would feel powerless.
Although his momentum had risen to an extreme, he could not perform the 24th form no matter what.
Even so, He Yiming was not discouraged. He slowly performed each form in this peculiar space. It seemed like he had an incomparably tenacious heart. No matter how many times he failed, he was still as firm as a rock and never wavered.
There was no wind, no air, and no sunlight here. There was only endless emptiness.
The sound caused by the swinging of the glaive was the only sound here.
If He Yiming stopped cultivating, the place would become dead silent, and there would be no sound at all.
If one cultivated in such an environment with a weak will, one would collapse very quickly. Nevertheless, for those with a strong will and perseverance, such an environment, where no one could disturb them, was the best cultivation place that they dreamed of.
He Yiming did not know how much time had passed, but he felt that no matter how long he cultivated, it was only a split second.
He Yiming was fully immersed in this peculiar cultivation method, but it did not mean that he was ignorant of the outside world.
A strange feeling arose in his heart, and He Yiming withdrew from this magical realm without any hesitation.
Although he had already practiced up to the 22nd form this time, he still didn't hesitate at all.
His ears twitched slightly, and He Yiming immediately heard Jin Zhanzheng's footsteps.
Of course, this was also the reason why Jin Zhanzheng did not hide anything. If he sneaked over carefully, even He Yiming would not dare to say that he could discover his whereabouts so easily.
Looking at the secret manual in his hand, He Yiming's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
Unknowingly, the secret manual in his hand had become as hot as fire. However, this temperature could not cause any harm to He Yiming who had condensed the fire flower, so he did not notice it when he was fully immersed in the secret manual.
After hesitating for a while, He Yiming reached out and gently rubbed the secret manual. With his movements, the secret manual seemed to have turned into plasticine and was rubbed into a ball by him.
He Yiming openly held this ball with a metallic luster in his hand.
He firmly believed that no one could see from this ball that this was actually a Book of Divine Dao.
He looked around the room, and there seemed to be no possibility of being exposed. Taking a deep breath, He Yiming's heart calmed down.
When he finished all this, the steady knock on the door sounded.
He Yiming deliberately delayed for a moment, then he said in a displeased voice, "Brother Jin, please come in."
He waved his hand, and an invisible force suddenly opened the closed door.
At the moment when the door was opened, He Yiming had already seen the light outside. What surprised him was that it was not the morning light, but the twilight of the setting sun.
He suddenly understood that he had been cultivating in the room for a whole day.
Jin Zhanzheng was standing outside the door, but compared to before, Jin Zhanzheng's face at this time seemed to have a strange look.
He Yiming's heart shuddered, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Could it be that Jin Zhanzheng had already seen through it?
However, Jin Zhanzheng's next words completely dispelled this idea. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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