Five Elements Heaven

A solemn and majestic palace.

The expressionless divine guards stood on both sides of the palace gate, looking like sculptures. Under the tall palace gate, the divine guards are as small as dust. Looking through the open vermilion palace gate, one can see the palace gates one after another, with no end in sight.

The empty palace has no patrolling guards and no maids coming in and out.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is made of black gold stone slabs that have been polished so smooth that they can reflect people's shadows. They are dotted with golden light in the sun, giving them a sense of luxury. The neatly arranged stone carvings on both sides of the road are primitive and simple. The stone carvings are lifelike, telling the story of hundreds of ghosts walking at night, some are ferocious, some are vicious, some are cold, some are deceitful.

The whole palace was extremely quiet, without any sound, but there was an indescribable pressure, deep and unpredictable.

Even the blood beast on the wall kept its body low and did not dare to say a word.

Deep in the empty and cold palace, under the towering dome, a young man with long hair shawl sat quietly on the high platform. Densely packed bloody patterns gathered from all sides of the hall to the high platform in the center of the hall.

The young man looked very frail, with his eyes closed and his face a little pale. The most eye-catching thing is his waist-length hair, with the ends a patch of snow-white.

He is Beishuisheng, the world-famous Sick Tiger of the Blood Country.

Incense was burning in the hall, and it was unusually quiet.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, his black eyes were indescribably peaceful and deep.

With a flutter, a black shadow flew into the hall, and it turned out to be a goshawk. The goshawk's eyes were deep red, and its divine horse was abnormal. It fell on the long table in the hall and spit out a red blood ball...

The young man pulled his lips helplessly, his pale face looking extremely weak. He left his seat and walked to the case, his loose black robe dragging on the floor, spotless.

If you don't have a message tree, you just don't want to take advantage of it.

The boy said to himself.

Blood of God has been trying to create a message tree, but has not yet succeeded.

The difference between blood spiritual power and elemental power is huge, and the message tree cannot be used. Someone had previously proposed using Yuanxiu prisoners to use the message tree, but later considering confidentiality, this proposal was rejected. Blood of God now generally uses blood birds to deliver letters, which is quite primitive compared to Five Elements Sky's message tree.

Compared with Five Elements Heaven, which has been developed for more than a thousand years, the foundation of Blood of God is still a bit weak. Although in terms of combat power, it is not inferior to Five Elements Heaven, but in other aspects, the gap is quite huge.

Bei Shuisheng has ordered more manpower, but so far, the progress is still slow. He also knew that there was no point in rushing about it. It took Five Elements Heaven many years to create the message tree, and it took hundreds of years of improvement to achieve the current message tree.

If there is anything in the Five Elements Heaven that can rival the world of cultivation, then the Message Tree must be one of them.

Blood of God even tried paper cranes from the era of cultivation, but compared with the message tree, the speed of message transmission was still a little behind. The progress of the God's Kingdom News Tree is slow. Although the paper crane is not perfect yet, it has already taken some shape. The blood spiritual power is also spiritual power. There is no obstacle to moving the paper crane. It is troubled by the materials.

But at the moment, blood birds are more reliable and safer to use more.

Bei Shuisheng's slender and pale fingertips touched the blood ball, and the blood ball turned into a streak of blood and disappeared into his body.

Bei Shuisheng closed his eyes and experienced it carefully. He opened his eyes after a while and chuckled: Little Five Elements Heaven? It's a shame they can think of it. But it's a good idea and a bit interesting.

He began to write quickly at his desk, and after a while, he folded the paper he had written. The goshawk flew in front of him, swallowed the folded paper in one gulp, spread its wings and flew away.

The goshawk was like a signal, and blood birds kept flying in. All kinds of different things were piled on the long case in front of him.

He stretched and got to work. His speed is very fast, and his instructions are only a few words, and he flows smoothly.

About two hours later, he stopped and rubbed his forehead, his face full of fatigue. After a while, he stood up, walked down from the high platform, and moved his limbs.

Today's work is done, it's time to relax.

The sunlight shines in from the palace door, drawing a clear line between light and dark behind the palace door.

Bei Shuisheng stopped in the shadow behind the boundary line, sat down, and held his chin in a daze. This was his favorite pastime. He would only spend two hours a day dealing with affairs. The rest of the time, he would just look outside the palace.

All the palace doors were opened by his order so that he could see outside the palace.

Palace gates extended one after another, with long black gold stone corridors, endless stone carvings, and the outermost gate, which in his eyes was only the size of a sesame seed.

The world outside the palace is only the size of a sesame seed.

The young man held his chin, watching in awe. Sometimes the corners of his mouth would curve up, as if he was thinking of something happy, with a little yearning.

The dome behind him was empty and cold.

Ningcheng, sword cultivation dojo.

Fu Yonghao looked disapproving. What's the point of two children fighting? He would feel bored if he stayed here for another minute.

The war has been going on for three years, and many things are different from before. The cruel war is like a mountain, weighing on everyone's heart. Under pressure, the pace naturally becomes much faster. Both cultivation and life are quite different from those back then.

In the past, a Yuan cultivator in the foreign Yuan realm could already be called an expert. But now, there are more than ten times more Yuan Xiu in the Foreign Yuan Realm than three years ago? Everyone is cultivating desperately, and they are desperately looking for methods that can speed up cultivation, such as blood crystals, Yuanshi, etc., and countless people are thinking about all available methods.

In troubled times, strength is the only basis for survival, and those who cannot keep up will naturally be eliminated.

Elimination is death.

But the eldest sister didn't say a word. No matter how impatient Fu Yonghao was, he didn't dare to cause trouble. He respected and feared his eldest sister.

The confrontation was over and the final result was a draw. After Su Qingye and Zhou Wen's energy was exhausted, their physical strength was also exhausted. Neither of them could accept such a result. They sat slumped in the sand pit and stared at each other angrily.

After announcing a draw, Loulan's eyes fell on this group of people: Hello everyone, this is the sword cultivation dojo. What can I do for you?

The elder Fu Renxuan said: Is Mr. Wang Han here? We heard that Mr. Wang Han has a dojo, so we came here to visit.

I'm sorry, he is resting and cannot see guests. Loulan's tone was full of apology.

Fu Yonghao, who had been bored for a long time, heard this sentence and immediately became angry: What does the surname Wang mean? Send a sand puppet...

Shut up! the woman suddenly shouted sharply.

Fu Yonghao shrank his head and immediately became silent, but his face was still very unconvinced.

The woman bowed to Lou Lan and said, I'm really sorry, my brother was so reckless and rude.

It doesn't matter. Lou Lan shook his head: But the master really can't see guests. Please come again next time.

In that case, let's visit again next time.

The woman said very politely, and immediately left with a group of people.

As soon as he walked out of the dojo gate, Fu Yonghao couldn't help but mutter: Sister, is this really necessary? It's just a broken dojo...

The woman's face looked a little ugly: Third brother, if you don't change your character, you will definitely get into trouble if you continue like this!

It's the same thing again. Fu Yonghao muttered, with disapproval on his face.

The eldest sister turned to Fu Renxuan and asked, Second brother, what do you think?

Fu Renxuan was a steady man, and he pondered for a moment before saying: Although the two students are still weak, their swordsmanship is quite superb.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eldest sister's eyes. Although the second brother was stable, his abilities were mediocre and it was difficult for him to support such a large family business. The third brother has an impetuous personality, and it is difficult to achieve anything without going through hardships.

Unfortunately, I am a girl.

One of the two is an earth cultivator, and the other is a gold cultivator. The earth cultivator does not have a sand puppet, but he can use the sand in the sand pit to inspire sword moves. The golden cultivator uses a soft sword, but if you look closely, the golden cultivator uses a soft sword. But it opens and closes widely, which is obviously the method of heavy sword. The sword is obviously soft, but the sword wind is heavy.

Everyone listened to the eldest sister's analysis, and the disapproval disappeared from their faces.

Whether it is a sand sword or a soft sword, the sword light is very clear. But have you noticed that the fluctuations in their Yuan Power are very small, almost non-existent. And you have not noticed that with their Yuan Power, the confrontation will take a long time. Is it too long?

Fu Renxuan's face became solemn: Sister said so, it is indeed true.

Fu Yonghao said unconvinced: They are just two little brats. Does the eldest sister need to be like this?

The eldest sister said calmly: The fluctuation of Yuanli is very small and the confrontation time is very long, which shows that they use Yuanli very efficiently. Who would pay attention to the efficiency of Yuanli utilization? Only people with rich experience in actual combat. It is conceivable that they My wife, Wang Han, must be a man with superb swordsmanship and rich practical combat experience. He is good at fishing for treasures, has superb swordsmanship and rich practical combat experience, but he is dormant in the remote Ningcheng. This man is not an ordinary person.

Eldest sister is right. Fu Renxuan agreed: I have never heard of Wang Han's name before.

The eldest sister suddenly said: Third brother, you also practice swordsmanship.

Fu Yonghao was a little confused, and then he was eager to try: Huh? Does the eldest sister want me to try his skills?

No. The eldest sister shook her head: Bring enough gifts and prepare tuition fees tomorrow and go to the sword training dojo to learn swordsmanship.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Fu Yonghao could hardly believe his ears and stammered: I, I'm going to the sword cultivation dojo...

That's right. The eldest sister nodded, but her tone was unquestionable: This man has superb swordsmanship, you must study hard.

Fu Yonghao suddenly became anxious: Sister...

That's it.

The eldest sister didn't even look back.

At the sword cultivation dojo, Ai Hui woke up from his deep sleep.

He didn't look too good. He stood up, walked to the mirror, and pulled off his clothes.

The bloody plum blossoms on the chest became hotter and more delicate.

Ai Hui, it's changing. Lou Lan stood at the door, his eyes flashing and his tone full of worry. He then handed over a leaf: New news from the News Tree.

Ai Hui buttoned up his clothes and took the leaves. A dangerous light flashed through his narrowed eyes.

He held the Dragon Vertebral Sword and strode up to Yun Yi.

Loulan, I want to go out.

Okay, Ai Hui.