Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 375 Return of Divine Skills

   Magical skills!

   is not a pseudo-magic skill.

  Zhou Jia took a heavy breath, calmed his mind, and slowly immersed himself in it.

  The moment he broke through the realm of Dzogchen, many feelings came to his mind, as if he had performed hundreds of millions of battles in just a short moment.

  How to perform actions to save energy, how to operate to be stronger, and how to make everything perfect without flaws.

  Everything suddenly became clear.

like…

  Qualitative change after quantitative change to a certain extent!

   "Om..."

   As soon as the thought moved, the energy and spirit trembled slightly, and an invisible wave emerged, turning into a force hard to distinguish with the naked eye, surrounding the surroundings.

  Hundred Battles (Divine Skill): Proficient.

   It should be a natural breakthrough with a deep foundation. There are no two stages of entry and proficiency, and Bai Zhan Tianluo is directly proficient.

  "The defense power has been increased by three times, and the consumption has been reduced by 60%. It can absorb the free source power between the heaven and the earth to maintain its current status."

   "Exercise skills, more perfect."

   Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhou Jia silently felt the changes in Bai Zhan Tian Luo.

  These are secondary.

   What really matters is…

"Nature!"

   "This martial skill is fundamentally different from the previous one. It is not just a skill, but more like some kind of... supernatural power."

   "A supernatural power with perfect defense!"

  However, in the Ancient God Realm, there is obviously no title such as supernatural powers. Martial skills and source skills that are beyond the ordinary are collectively referred to as divine skills.

  As Yun Haitang said.

   This is impossible for mortals to touch, and it belongs to the skill of God!

   But obviously.

  Her words are biased. Ordinary people can also realize magical skills through acquired efforts, but it is relatively difficult.

  Zhou Jia opened his eyes, full of energy.

  After advancing, Bai Zhan Tian Luo's defense is no longer limited to martial arts and source arts, and even mental shock and curses can also be blocked.

   It doesn't even need to be specially used, it can be directly transformed into a piece of clothing to cover the whole body all the time, and the consumption under normal circumstances is almost negligible.

   This is the essential difference.

  Based on his current cultivation base, he might not be able to get close to Tier 5 Silver without special means.

and this,

   Just in normal state.

  If it inspires violence and dominance, the defense can be even stronger.

   But if you want to say that there is no solution for magical skills, you can't see it.

  As long as the power is strong enough, it can be done by force, just like when he uses Yang Wulei with all his strength, Bai Zhan Tian Luo may not be able to block it.

   Magical skills.

   It just means that the realm is high enough, the potential is stronger, and some aspects are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"enough!"

  Zhou Jia's eyes are bright:

   "The success of the Heaven-reaching Seven Mysteries has greatly increased the longevity, and now there are magical skills, and the road can be expected."

"Um…"

   "One more thing."

  Turn around and push open the rear stone door.

   What came into view was a huge stone mortar. The center of the stone mortar was sunken, and there was crimson blood flowing inside, and a scepter was soaked in it.

  Every time he comes here, Zhou Jia feels his teeth sore.

  The pool full of blood,

  Every drop comes from his body.

  Bleeding will be done every few days to maintain the vitality of the blood.

   And the scepter...

  Naturally, it is the sacred weapon of the God of Light!

  The scepter is about seven feet long, with a handle like white jade, with the sun and the moon on top, and stars below. The vast divine power surges in the field, blending with the blood.

   This is the Mo family's method.

  Feed the artifact with your own blood essence, transform it through the secret method, and fit the spirituality of the artifact little by little. After reaching a certain level in this way, you can use the power of the artifact when necessary.

   In theory.

  If everything goes well, it should be able to exert 30% of the power of the divine weapon.

  No matter how bad it is, 10% or 100% should be achievable. For the silver level, 10% or 100% is no different.

  Anyway, once hit, it is sure to die.

pity.

  This spell cannot be cast continuously.

  With the aid of up to ten times, the "spirituality" of the artifact itself will resist the essence and blood, and even retaliate against those who try to refine it.

   In short.

  This method is troublesome, dangerous, and has many flaws. If it weren't for the blood essence provided by the dragon and tiger Xuantai, he might not dare to try it.

  But no matter how many flaws there are, they cannot compare to the temptation to manipulate artifacts.

  Zhou Jia is far more aware of how powerful the artifact is than anyone else.

   Stretched out his hand to feel it, he shook his head slightly.

   Have been bleeding for more than 20 years.

   Still not enough!

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   "Om..."

  The teleportation array lights up, and Zhou Jia steps out from it.

  At this time, he was still dressed in a long gown as usual, his messy long hair was cut to waist length, and his beard was also simply trimmed.

  Wrinkles on the face are still the same, the outside has not changed, but the decayed air has disappeared inside the body.

  He clasped his fists and saluted one person:

   "Elder Hu, it's been a long time."

   "You... Brother Zhou!"

  Hu Buwei, who presided over the Luan Luocheng Formation, had eyes flickering. He looked at Zhou Jia carefully for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, and said suddenly with a revealing expression:

   "Brother Zhou has been away long enough!"

   "I felt something in my heart back then, so I went to Yuancheng." Zhou Jia glanced around, and the audio tape sighed:

   "How time flies!"

"yes."

  Hu does not change the complexion:

   "In the blink of an eye, it's been twenty-seven years. I heard that Brother Zhou went to Qiandiao Peak to retreat. Is it because I have forgotten the time when I was immersed in it?"

  He didn't believe that Zhou Jia felt something in his heart at that time, and he was afraid that he also noticed something wrong, otherwise why would he hide in Qianniao Peak?

  After the incident.

  Luan Luocheng was called Baiyin urgently, but Zhou Jia had no news.

  However, when Luan fell into chaos in the city, he, Jia An, and Yun Haitang were also absent, and blaming others was also untenable.

   "Twenty-seven years?"

   Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

   "It's been so long?"

   "Brother Zhou, why bother pretending to be ignorant." Hu Buwei shook his head:

   "Don't worry, Ambassador Yun specifically mentioned Brother Zhou's matter. As long as you come back within thirty years, you will not be reported for leaving the frontier without authorization."

   "Twenty-seven years, not too late."

   "Really?" Zhou Jia laughed dryly:

   "Zhou has indeed forgotten the time."

"correct."

   After calming down, he changed the subject and asked:

   "What is the current situation?"

  Before coming here, he also inquired about the situation here in Yuancheng, but unfortunately the distance between the two is far away, and most of the information is ambiguous.

  It is not easy to extract something really useful from it.

only know.

  The situation is not so good.

   "I can't tell for a while."

  Hu Buwei touched his chin and said:

   "I happen to be going there too, let's talk as we walk."

"it is good!"

   Zhou Jia nodded:

"Please!"

  ...

   "At that auction back then, the son of the Pavilion Master of Taixu Pavilion died accidentally, and that one was an immortal who was expected to reach the golden realm."

   "After his son died, he will naturally take revenge."

  On the head of the cloud, Hu Buwei spoke slowly:

   "The background of the murderer is not bad, he is Jiang Zai, a direct descendant of the Jiang family, but the owner of the Taixu Pavilion showed up in person that day, who would dare not give face?"

   As he spoke, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

  At that time, they knew the news in advance. Just in case, they left early to avoid this muddy water, but the development of things was unexpected.

   "One life pays for one life. It stands to reason that the matter should end here. Besides, many innocent people were involved. Luan Luo City was almost destroyed."

"Um?"

  Zhou Jia frowned, and heard the meaning of the other party's words:

   "Did Taixu Pavilion stop here?"

  He didn't believe in the so-called accident at all. How could a person of this status and strength die in an 'accident'?

   "More than that!"

  Hu Buwei sighed and continued:

   "That person directly killed the Jiang family, and by what method he used, he killed thirteen members of the Jiang family in a row, killing more than 100,000 members of the Jiang family, and the city was full of blood that day, and blood flowed like rivers."

   "Even the ancestor of the Jiang family, that seventh-rank silver, also..."

   "Killed on the spot!"

   "Jiang Zai's word suffering is good, it really caused the Jiang family to exterminate the family."

   Zhou Jia's face was dignified.

  The Jiang family is a big family in the frontier, and they are responsible for resisting the dark race on the front line. If such a thing happened, how could the Tianyuan League stop?

   "What do you say in the alliance?"

   "Punishment."

  Hu Buwei shrugged:

   "Punish Taixu Pavilion to replace the Jiang family and sit on the front line."

"Um?"

"what?"

  Zhou Jia was taken aback for a moment, his face full of surprise.

   "You were not there at the time, so I don't know what happened." Hu Buwei explained:

   "The Jiang family was destroyed, but all the members of the clan were not dead. Those families who married Jiang's daughter and married into the Jiang family would not let Taixu Pavilion go."

   "Although that person is strong, he is hard to beat with two fists, not to mention that he was also injured when Jiang's family was destroyed, which led to chaos on the frontier!"

"The Queen of Darkness launched an attack on the frontier at the right time, and broke through thirty-six cities in a short period of time. But at that time, everyone took the lead and ignored it. It was not until they approached Cannes that someone reacted and proposed to put it down temporarily. Disputes first unite against foreign enemies."

  Zhou Jia understood clearly, and said:

   "So at the end of the fight, Taixu Pavilion replaced the Jiang family's position, responsible for guarding the front line against the dark race, and atone for the crime?"

   "That's it." Hu Buwei nodded:

   "Of course, without the thirty-six cities outside, we are also very close to the front line here, and the offensive of the dark race has been relatively fierce in recent years."

  Hearing this, Zhou Jia's complexion became unsightly.

   After meeting Jia An, the other party said a few words, and it was really as Hu Buwei said, with Yun Haitang's explanation, he didn't make things difficult on purpose.

  ...

   Zhou Mansion.

   "The main house."

  Zhang Jian tremblingly cupped his hands, with tears in his eyes, and a trembling voice:

"you are back."

  For Zhou Jia, his feelings are extremely complicated.

  The master is indifferent and reticent, making it hard to get close to. He spends most of his time in seclusion, but he has never owed him these years.

  After Qianjizi's accident, he even took the initiative to appease and suppress them, protecting their family.

   There are rewards every year and festival.

   Even when he fled to Yuancheng, he gave Zhang Jian the key to the underground secret room, so that he could protect his family from disaster.

   There are also a lot of money and goods left for consumption.

to be frank.

   Without Zhou Jia, his life would not be so comfortable.

   Nearly sixty years!

  The other party is like a father, a teacher, and an elder. As early as shortly after entering the Zhou Mansion, Zhang Jian had already regarded the other party as his attachment.

  27 years away.

  I thought that I would never see the master's house again, but I never thought that the other party would return suddenly and stand in front of me, everything seemed to happen in a dream.

  Seeing Zhou Jia again is his only thought.

   "Zhang Jian."

  Looking at Zhang Jian, Zhou Jia couldn't help feeling emotional:

   "You are getting old."

  When he first entered the Zhou Mansion, the other party seemed to be in his early thirties, but now he is in his nineties, with an old face and a lack of energy.

   Maybe a few years later, we will never see each other again.

   Birth, old age, sickness and death.

  It always makes people feel regretful.

"Yes."

  Zhang Jian knelt down and cried:

  “The villain is already an old slave, but he is still willing to guard the house and lead the horse.”

   "The old slave in the backyard has been cleaned all the time, just waiting for you to come back, so that I can see the master's house again, the old slave... die without regret!"

   "Get up."

  Zhou Jia waved his sleeves, and an invisible force gently lifted the opponent up, and the ripples in his eyes also quietly faded:

   "Take a good rest and talk to me when you have time."

   "As for the gatekeeper..."

   "Just leave it to someone else."

   "Yes." Zhang Jianying said, gritted his broken teeth, and said:

   "The old slave wants to ask the master for one thing."

"Say?"

   "The old slave has a younger generation who is talented and intelligent. He is a talent for practicing martial arts. He does not seek to be under the master's family, but to find an errand in the mansion."

   "If possible..." He raised his head tremblingly:

   "Can you change his surname to Zhou?"

  “From then on, his descendants and grandchildren will be able to be loyal to the master!”

  House slave?

  Zhang Jian actually wanted his descendants to be Zhou Jia's domestic slaves, to become an existence that depended on him from generation to generation.

   "..."

   Zhou Jia lowered his eyes and said slowly:

   "No need, you and I are called master and servant, but we are actually old friends who have known each other for many years, so there is no need to be like this."

  Zhang Jian opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head, his eyes full of regret.

  At this moment, the two will see each other for decades, and the other party's emotions are at their most intense, so they don't agree to it. Obviously, future generations don't have that blessing.

  (end of this chapter)