“Rung, there is a pavilion on the top of the stone pagoda; take up to see it.” Sun Hao said.
“This?” There was a trace of fear on Huang Rung’s face. She clearly rembers that the top floor of this stone pagoda is within a hundred ters, and she could not get close to it at all. Presumably, there was a horrifying restriction on top of it.
These restrictions were very ancient, and she was afraid that even a demigod would be destroyed, and fear was not a matter of question. The Young Master wanted to go up, maybe …
“What’s wrong, Rung?” Sun Hao asked.
“I’m okay. I’ll take you up.” Huang Rung replied. Thinking of Sun Hao catching the peerless ferocious flood dragon with one hand, Huang Rung was relieved.
Huang Rung took out a long sword and floated in front of him. “Young master, I stand in front.” Huang Rung said.
“No, you just stand behind.” After speaking, Sun Hao leaped slightly and stood on the sword’s tip, and his whole person was as stable as Mount Tai.
“Woosh…” The two rushed up to the top of the stone pagoda. Huang Rung controlled the flying sword and stood a hundred ters away, not daring to approach it.
“Om…” Huang Rung’s face changed slightly when she saw there was like no restriction whatsoever blocking in front.
“Rung, co closer.” Sun Hao looked at the pavilion on the stone pagoda with his eyes shining. This space was similar to the pavilion, but it was much larger than the pavilion.
Wouldn’t it be nice to set up tables and chairs, play guqin, paint, chat over tea, and enjoy the beautiful scenery? Thinking so, Sun Hao stretched out his right hand.
“Young Master, be careful …” The words did not finish.
“Kacha!” The restriction collapsed, cracking like shredded paper.
“This …..” Huang Rung was dumbfounded. She looked at Sun Hao, and her eyes shone with inextinguishable radiance.
“The Young Master broke this ancient restriction with his body alone. This is really terrifying!”
“By looking at his appearance, it seems that there was no restriction at all!”
“Young Master is amazing!” This thod and strength were unimaginable. The more she looked at it, the more Huang Rung couldn’t see through Sun Hao.
Great power? A peerless master? A supre immortal? It’s all possible.
“Rung, take in!” Sun Hao said.
“Yes, Young Master!” Huang Rung took a few deep breaths, which made her feel much better.
“The scenery is really great!” Sun Hao looked ahead and smiled on the top of the stone pagoda.
“Yes, it is.” Huang Rung stood beside Sun Hao, nodding slightly.
“I want to paint now, Rung. Please help get the tools!” Sun Hao said.
“Alright!” Huang Rung nodded.
A mont later, Sun Hao unrolled the rice paper and swiped a brush. The brush was moving like a dragon and snake, an inky mountain and river appeared vividly on the paper.
On the drawing paper, a man and a woman stood on the top of the mountain, looking out over the mountains. Under the layers of clouds and mist, there is a continuous mountain range. This situation was highly compatible with the present artistic conception.
Although the figure was vague, the artistic conception was profound, making people reluctant to look away.
Sun Hao picked up the brush and waved again. In the blank space, he wrote two lines: As I struggle to reach the top
And see all the small hills in one glance!*
The Ascending Painting was thus completed.
Huang Rung looked at this painting and stood there dumbfounded. The scenery in front of her changed completely. As if she had stood in the painting, the woman in the painting beca her.
“Swirl…” The wind and cloud in the picture were surging rapidly. The spiritual energy around, no, it was not right, the immortal energy surged. Huang Rung clearly felt that her strength was rapidly improving.
A mont later.
“Kacha!” Inside his body, the thin layer that blocked her cultivation base cracked. At this mont, she reached the first step of the Ascendant realm. There were two barriers between the ascendant realm and the immortal realm.
The first was the transformation of spiritual power. This process was extrely slow. Ordinary cultivators usually need thousands of years. Even if it were an evil path cultivator, it would take at least a hundred years.
The spiritual transformation process was divided into ten steps. For every 10% conversion, the strength would be multiplied several tis, so it was divided into ten steps. Unexpectedly, in just over ten days, Huang Rung had been promoted from the Crossing Calamity Realm to the first stage of Ascendant Realm.
If this news went out, perhaps that the old monster who had been sleeping for countless years would jump out. Everything was thanks to Sun Hao!
Huang Rung looked at Sun Hao with worship, gratitude, and love written on her face.
“Young Master!” Huang Rung rushed over and hugged Sun Hao tightly.
“Rung!” A fragrant wind went straight into his nasal cavity, and a softness ca from the chest. So places were uncontrollable, like a dragon soaring into the sky, unstoppable.
Huang Rung felt that Sun Hao’s body was abnormal, and her face turned red. She hugged tightly, not daring to move. Sun Hao didn’t even dare to move.
Huang Rung is a cultivator. I’m a mortal, and if I dual cultivate with her, first it is not right, and the force is too strong.
“Kacha!” It was broken. Thinking about it made him scared. He still had to wait until he could cultivate and achieve the sa strength.
“Young Master, are you at ho?”
At this mont, a voice ca from outside the courtyard. Huang Rung quickly let go of Sun Hao, her face flushed, and stood aside.
“It’s them!” In Sun Hao’s eyes, a strange glow was blooming, and he could reap the blessing point. After returning from Jiangyang City, it has been almost two days without reaping the blessing points.
As for Huang Rung, as early as a few days ago, he could not obtain the blessing point. He didn’t know if it was because it was too often or there was an upper limit.
Today, when they ca, Sun Hao thought that he could harvest a wave of blessing points.
“Rung, take down!” Sun Hao said.
“Yes, Young Master!” After the two landed, they opened the courtyard door.
“I have seen the Young Master!” Seeing Sun Hao, Chen Daoming, Luo Liuyan, and Su Yiling saluted respectfully.
Sun Hao clasped his fists, “Brother Chen, did you co together?”
“Yes, Young Master!” Chen Daoming stood up. In his eyes, there was a look of admiration.
He took out a jade bottle and handed it to Sun Hao. “Young Master, please accept it!”
Bringing gifts again? Really unusual! The cultivator is polite.
“Brother Chen is very kind!” Sun Hao took the jade bottle and opened it, and a scent of fragrance ca. What’s inside was a pill with purple light flowing.
At first glance, it was not sothing that can be used right away, and I will definitely use it in the future.
“Thank you, Brother Chen, please co inside!” Sun Hao said.
“Yes, Young Master!” Chen Daoming nodded and strode in.
The two won looked sad when they saw this scene. This ti, they didn’t bring Sun Hao gifts, so they were really embarrassed to go in.
“Miss Liuyan, Miss Yiling, stop staring and co in quickly!” Sun Hao said.
“We …” The two won look confused, wanting to enter but not daring to enter.
“Sister Liu Yan, sister Yi Ling, don’t dawdle!” Huang Rung walked to the two won, dragged them, and entered the courtyard gate.
“A Thousand Color God Lotus!” Chen Daoming’s expression changed significantly when he saw the lotus flower in the pond.
It had only been a short month. Unexpectedly, the demon lotus grew thousands of petals.
“With so many petals, this strength is unimaginable.”
Chen Daoming looked at the Thousand Color God Lotus with awe in his eyes. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before it beca a lotus of all colors. When the ti ca, how terrifying was the strength of this lotus demon?
Thinking about it made people scared for a while.
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