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Chapter 1082 Letter from Senior Sister

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    Late at night, in the guest room, Xiao Chen looked at the wooden box containing the Ten Thousand Years Flame Crystal, thoughtfully.

    There are still five days left, and it¡¯s time to fight Wen Ziran. The Ten Thousand Years Flame Crystal has been obtained, so this battle will become relatively pure.

    It¡¯s just a battle between swordsmen. He doesn¡¯t have to think about the consequences if he loses.  There is no longer any burden, just have a good fight.

    Wen Ziran, I don¡¯t know what kind of person he is.  But at least this broad-mindedness greatly increased Xiao Chen's interest in this battle.

    After putting the wooden box away, Xiao Chen quietly flew out of the window and arrived at a remote place outside the city.

    If he wanted to try this move, he would naturally have to find a large, clean and uninhabited place.  The inn will definitely not work, so we can only come outside the city. We can just go back and meet Ying Qiong in three days.

    The night was desolate and cold, with occasional cold wind blowing through the woods, rustling the leaves.

    There are three final moves of the Divine Fist, the Eternal Myth, the Twilight of the Gods and the Funeral of the Gods. Xiao Chen has never really used these three moves.

    Even among the gods, there are very few people who can practice these three moves. Those who are not of a certain age and level, or whose understanding is superhuman, cannot practice it.

    The last three moves of the Divine Fist are also known as forbidden moves among the gods, and their power is very terrifying.  It's not much worse than the secret skills of the God-Emperor left behind by each generation of God-Emperor.

    Closing his eyes, Xiao Chen let the full mana in the sea of ??consciousness begin to boil bit by bit.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As a result, little bits of golden light shot out from Xiao Chen's body, illuminating the woods.

    Golden light gathered, and behind him, a statue of a god suddenly erected. The statue looked the same as Xiao Chen, but it looked solemn and solemn, without anger or authority.

    The myth is eternal!

    This is Xiao Chen¡¯s own myth. The Divine Fist of the Heavens sings about the ancient God Emperors of the God Clan. Xiao Chen is not a member of the God Clan and does not believe in gods and Buddhas.

    Logically speaking, if you are not sincere enough, you will not be able to practice the Divine Fist of the Gods.  But he found another way, created his own myth, and was only loyal to himself.

    Don¡¯t believe in gods, only believe in yourself. Whoever is a myth is a myth.

    He kept pouring such thoughts into his heart, as if he was self-hypnotizing, and the mana in the sea of ??consciousness was consumed like spring water.

    As the mana of the statue behind him continues to be consumed, its light becomes more condensed, its figure becomes more real, and there is a faint concentration of divine power in its eyes.

    boom!

    The statue behind him became extremely huge with a roar, a hundred meters long, like a small hill, and a trace of divine power finally gathered.

    There were no trees left in the woods. Under the sweep of divine power, they were reduced to nothingness in less than a breath.

    Xiao Chen's expression was solemn, his face was like a sculpture, solemn and sacred, and there were many voices of praise in the void, and his heart moved.

    The statue behind him stretched out his hand and shot it in the air in front of him. The giant hand that covered the sky took shape, covering a distance of fifty miles with one palm. The golden light suddenly illuminated the entire night sky.

    The sky in the distance, captured by this palm, seemed to have dropped by half a meter, and the flat ground was deeply sunken.

    Quietly using his skills to retract this move, the statue slowly retreated, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and began to think.

    It¡¯s still not enough to rely solely on his magic power to gather divine power.

    If he could be like the gods among the gods, he could cast statues of gods in the divine realm and the lower world.  Build a temple for the world to worship and provide the power of faith.

    ?Then this move has eternal mythology, and its power can be doubled again.

    Next, Xiao Chen began to evolve Twilight of the Gods.

    This move is more powerful, and the artistic conception it contains is more vast and grand. Warriors among the gods who do not have strong spiritual power cannot practice it at all.

    Generally, only those who have reached the quasi-emperor level are qualified to practice these two moves.  Of course, it is just a qualification. Whether you can succeed in cultivation requires a very high level of understanding and your own physical conditions.

    There is a big difference between Twilight of the Gods and Myth Eternity, and they do not require the concentration of divine power.

    The artistic conception to be evolved is the ultimate desolation in that moment when the ancient divine kingdom was destroyed, the apocalypse came, the myth came to an end, the gods fell, and the prosperity came to an end.

    From a certain perspective, it has a lot to do with the moment of first acquaintance with Di Wuque.  The beginning of the moment represents the beginning of glory, the first extremely brilliant light that illuminates the entire darkness.

    The Twilight of the Gods represents the decline of glory and the end of myth.  At that moment, the blood-stained setting sun was the last sad light of dusk before darkness came.

      Xiao Chen was not in a hurry to use the test, and sat cross-legged on the ground. In his mind, the scene of Di Wuque's initial use of Moment appeared first.

    ??Then the scene of Di Wuque summoning the phantom of the Kingdom of God appeared again, and the scene of twelve watchers jointly summoning the phantom of the Kingdom of God appeared.

    Various pictures kept appearing in his mind. If there were any defects, Xiao Chen made up for them one by one.

    After sitting for three full hours, Xiao Chen opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes. Without getting up, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward fiercely.

    Late at night, the dark night suddenly turned into a blood-stained canvas.  A desolate setting sun hung in the distant sky.

    ?? Wisps of delicate and blood-like firelight are heading towards the ground like a meteor shower. Each meteor is a fallen god.

    In the low air, there were sounds like sorrow and joy, and the whole world was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

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    A ray of blood burst out from Xiao Chen's fingertips, splitting ten miles in an instant, and lingered like a streak in the sky for a long time.

    With a flick of the hand, all kinds of strange phenomena disappeared.  Night fell again, the setting sun was gone, and the bloody light was no longer visible. Only the streak of blood that Xiao Chen shot in the air still did not dissipate.

    The lingering power still lingered, and a doomsday-like aura filled the air. Wherever Pi Lian passed, for ten miles, all birds and beasts fled in panic.

    Xiao Chen stood up slowly, patted the dust on his body, and murmured: "It still doesn't work. If you can witness the death of a god from the divine realm with your own eyes, you can better develop this tragic mood."

    "Or, finding the Throne of Despair, one of the Seven Thrones, can also enhance the power of this move."

    After a blink of an eye, Xiao Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile: "If there are flaws, it means there is room for improvement. The power of this move is basically enough now."

    "The Divine Fist of the Gods, the last move left is the funeral of the gods. It is more cold and artistic than dusk and the end, and it draws the last words for a glorious myth."

    However, Xiao Chen did not dare to try this move easily now. He vaguely felt that this move had something deeper.

    At this time, Xiao Chen¡¯s understanding of the Heavenly Divine Fist has completely broken away from the superficial introduction in the secret book, and he has a more complete understanding of it.

    He has completed many things and details that many experts in the Protoss cannot see, and even added many of his own things.

    Relying on the large amount of essence and divine liquid absorbed from the Tianlu Divine Spring, Xiao Chen's originally strong understanding has reached an incredible level.

    For three days, Xiao Chen was here, pondering over these two moves.  Although there was no major breakthrough, he became much more proficient in performing the moves.

    At least, when you move your mind, you can send it out.

    With a little control, you can master the timing of the shot and move it freely.

    The time agreed with Ying Qiong has come, Xiao Chen spreads his wings of freedom, uses his magical power so close to the end of the world, uses it several times, and rushes back to the city within a cup of tea.

    In the inn, Xiao Chen sat down, drinking tea leisurely, quietly waiting for Ying Qiong's arrival.

    Regarding Ying Qiong's ability to do things, Xiao Chen was very relieved. Since the other party said he could get it, he would definitely be able to get a large number of secret treasures containing dragon souls.

    "Master, your letter was sent to our store three days ago." When the waiter saw Xiao Chen arriving, he immediately came over happily.

    Letter, who sent it?

    Xiao Chen put down the tea cup and gave the waiter a Black Star Coin. He took out the letter and did not rush to read the content, but read the signature.

    "Senior sister, Shui Lingling is here to stay." After reading softly, Xiao Chen unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

    After a while, Xiao Chen put down the envelope, his face looking a little ugly.  Holding the teacup and taking a sip, a bitter taste lingered on the tip of the tongue.

    "Haha, Mr. Xiao's expression is rare. What happened to him?"

    Ying Qiong, smiling happily, arrived as promised.

    Xiao Chen said nothing and pushed the letter to the other party. After Ying Qiong read it, her smiling face became extremely angry: "How can you do this? It's too much, them!" (Remember this site)  Website: www.hlnovel.com
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