A layer of pure white treasure light enveloped him.

I let out a deep breath and after half a month, I practiced the top-level essence refining method before I entered the first level.

Zhuang Wuming's possessed body has poor roots and it is very difficult to achieve higher achievements.

However, Zhuang Wuming naturally had a solution. In the past half month, he had figured out the era and region he was in.

He is located in Dongkunzhou, Dongkunzhou, and is one of the largest dynasties in Dongkunzhou.

Behind it is the Donglin Sword Sect, the largest sect in Dongkunzhou. There are also various small forces below, but there is not a single medium force.

The time was 38 years of Hongyue, the Donglin Dynasty, and the third year before the demise of the Donglin Dynasty.

At this time, a master who showed his talents in the future disaster appeared in the Donglin Dynasty.

However, what Zhuang Wuming noticed was not this master, but a small person under his command.

This man nicknamed Beast-Suppressing Fist, he practices an ancient martial art that can evolve the method of thousands of beasts, which is extremely powerful.

He was the descendant of the ancient beast path, and he accidentally obtained the Taoist tradition of this lineage.

Zhuang Wuming was not very interested in this kind of Taoist tradition. His path was destined to win over hundreds of schools and integrate the supreme Tao.

What he cared about was that when this man inherited the Taoist throne, he had given a Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Pill.

This magic pill condenses the essence of all beasts, can change the root bones, and allow ordinary people to directly condense the bodies of all beasts.

After obtaining the body of thousands of beasts, practicing any Taoist method will achieve twice the result with half the effort and will be directly promoted to the genius.

Moreover, Zhuang Wuming, the Taoist sect of this beast-stopping path, has also been seen in the records.

It is just a hundred miles away from this small town.

Moreover, the beast-squeezing fist was obtained from a cold pond on the seventh day of the seventh month of Hongyue.

At that time, he was still a low-ranking figure in the world and could not be on the table.

"The seventh day of the seventh month is only five days away. I just want to take this opportunity and practice the body of thousands of beasts."

"And although this man obtained the Taoist priesthood and followed the big man, the result was very miserable."

"In just a few months, I died in an internal struggle and was listed as one of the most tragic geniuses of this era."

"Originally, with his conditions, he was enough to achieve immortality, but unfortunately he was treated as an abandoned son after being wrongly appointed."

This is also the reason why this person was recorded, a typical negative textbook.

"If God destined you to die, why not give this opportunity to me."

Zhuang Wuming is very cautious in choosing opportunities.

He cannot over-change history, because once it affects the general trend of history, it may be directly erased by time.

Therefore, he could only choose those opportunities that did not affect the world's main history to seize it.

After setting the goal, Zhuang Wuming began to take action.

Three days later, outside Luofeng City.

The dusty Zhuang Wuming came here.

Luofeng City is close to Luofeng Mountain, which is full of maple trees. When autumn comes, the mountains are full of red and beautiful.

There is a cold pond at the foot of Luofeng Mountain, which is cold and bone-broken all year round and the spring water is clear.

A place where tourists who travel around the country will definitely come.

Zhuang Wuming has been here for two days and has surveyed all the way back and forth.

Today is the seventh day of the seventh month. In the evening, he arrived in front of this cold pond early.

The surroundings are full of strange rocks and bustle trees, and a beautiful scenery.

His eyes swept around and saw a pavilion, which was obviously built for people to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

This pavilion is on a huge rock platform next to the cold pond. From above you can see this cold pond.

The cold pond is hundreds of square meters, and the water is deeper and deeper the more you look down, the deeper it becomes.

He was sitting near the shadow of the pavilion, and his body was almost invisible.

Time is late at night, and there is peace in Luofeng City.

Two figures came to the edge of the cold pond, and they ran and fought.

One person holds a sword in his hand and the other person holds a steel knife in his hand.

The sword light collided and sparked. Judging from their reach, they were all masters in the world, with their qi and blood surging.

I saw that the master of swordsman was extremely fast and pointed directly at the acupoints of the master of swordsman.

It is very difficult for a master to use a knife to parry it. He dodged left and right, and could not hold on.

At this time, a master of swords was not bad, and he was stabbed in the shoulder by a sword light.

Puff

With a muffled sound, the master of swordsman tapped his chest and fell into the cold pond.

Crazy

He used a sword master to hit the opponent into the cold pond with one sword, his face showing coldness.

However, he did not jump down, but stood on the cold pool and looked at the sword master falling into the depths of the cold pool.

"Hmph, it seems that you are going to be a drowning ghost, and there will be no Shura sword in the world from now on."

With a sneer, the master of sword turned around and left.

He did not notice that Zhuang Wuming had been watching the fight between the two of them in the shadows.

At this time, he could have confirmed that the Shura sword that fell from the cold pond was the future beast-squeezing fist.

He jumped out of the pavilion and drilled into the depths of the cold pool in one stroke.

The pool water was cold and biting, and a trace of pure white yang energy emerged from the whole body to resist the cold air.

He quickly caught up with the sinking Shura Sword, and at this time the other party's breath was deep.

The vital signs are low and it looks like death is about to happen.

But Zhuang Wuming could see something was wrong at once, and the other party seemed to have fallen into some kind of turtle breathing skill.

Zhuang Wuming saw it clearly and immediately felt aroused in his heart, "Yes, this person knows that he can't escape the disaster."

"So I used this turtle breathing skill the moment I fell into the cold pond."

"As long as the people on the shore don't check for a while and don't catch up, the Turtle Breathing Achievement will be lifted at the time, and this person will still have a chance to escape."

"This scheming and scheming are not low."

"But this man missed a little bit. The deeper the cold pool, the colder it became. With his turtle breathing skills, he would never wake up."

If it is normal, it is naturally the case, but it is not normal here.

In the deepest part of the cold pond, when the Shura sword reached the bottom of the pond, where was his body lying quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Zhuang Wuming relied on his vitality to maintain his own life.

His cultivation is enough to support another hour. After all, he is a monk, not a warrior.

Time passes minute by minute, and it is late at night.

The moon in the sky is big and round, and the moon rises to the highest point in the cold pond.

A bright moonlight penetrated into the bottom of the pond and shone on the position of the Shura Sword.

A faint wave of vitality appeared at the bottom of the pond.

The place where the moonlight shines at the bottom of the pond suddenly becomes illusory and transparent.

The Shura Sword's body was sinking into a swamp, sinking deeper from the bottom of the illusory pond.

When Zhuang Wuming saw it, he immediately knew what was going on, so he swam quickly.

He grabbed the Shura Sword and sank into the bottom of the illusory pond below with him.
Chapter completed!