Chapter 782

The dark night slowly descended. Above the night, there were dark clouds and no stars. It looked strange and cold.

Behind Zuichun Pavilion, there is a small hill with dense jungle and sparsely populated.

At the moment, on a huge stone on the hill, a figure sat silently cross legged. He was young, about 20, with a beautiful face and a strange bronze coffin.

Slightly raised his head, Zhuo Wen quietly stared at the dark night, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Whoosh!

A wisp of dark light came out from his eyebrow and heart, revealing the appearance of a little black dog.

"Boy! You've been sitting here for six hours, and now it's midnight! What are you thinking?" Xiao Hei stared at Zhuo Wendao in surprise.

"I'm just thinking about how I can improve my combat effectiveness again in just three days!" Zhuo Wen looked at Xiao hei and shook his head.

Zhuo Wen is very clear that he is fighting against Huangfu today. Since the Qing emperor favors the latter, he also sees the Qing emperor's attitude. Obviously, the Qing emperor is determined to give the Marquis token to Huangfu.

Moreover, in these three days, the Qing emperor is bound to give Huangfu a lot of cards, which greatly increases the probability of the latter's victory. Zhuo Wen is worried about this now.

If his strength still hasn't improved in these three days, he will undoubtedly suffer a great loss against shanghuangfu Wudao in three days. After all, behind Huangfu Wudao is Qingdi, the first strong man of Qingxuan imperial dynasty.

"Well, the Qing emperor is really favoring Huangfu Wudao, but it's also reasonable. Huangfu Wudao is the eldest prince of the royal family and the representative of the royal family!"

"If even the representatives of the royal family are defeated by you, the dignity of the royal family will undoubtedly suffer a strong impact! If I were the Qing emperor, Huangfu Wudao will win for no other reason, because Huangfu Wudao is the great prince of the royal family."

Xiao Hei slowly fell on Zhuo Wen's shoulder, and his dark eyes turned faintly.

Hearing the speech, Zhuo Wen nodded. Although he knew what the Qing emperor did, this kind of favoritism still made him feel ill.

He knew that if today's war continued, he had a great chance of winning Zhuo Wen, but now he was delayed by the Qing emperor for three days, and even Zhuo Wen was crowned with the name of sneak attack.

With the existence of the Qing emperor, Huangfu's injury will certainly recover in three days, and even the Qing Emperor may help him improve his cultivation.

What makes Zhuo Wen more afraid is that if the Qing emperor gives Huangfu's unruly Lingbao, Zhuo Wensheng will be very humble.

Therefore, Zhuo Wen is now thinking about how to maximize his cultivation in these three days to cope with the competition in three days.

Xiao Hei is thoughtful. Zhuo Wen is right. Huangfu has no Tao in three days. I'm afraid he will become stronger under the guidance of the Qing emperor.

Although Zhuo Wen's strength is really not weak, he is actually similar to Huangfu Wudao. In today's war, he took the lead and wounded Huangfu Wudao, so he has the assurance of victory.

If the two are on the right again, Zhuo Wen will not be so sure. Moreover, the Qing Emperor may give Huangfu Wudao some cards these three days, so his grasp of Zhuo Wen will be lower. Therefore, Zhuo Wen must strengthen his strength in these three days.

"Boy! It's really difficult to improve his strength again in just three days." Xiaohei shook his head.

Seeing Xiao Hei say so, Zhuo Wen's eyes have a look of disappointment. Even Xiao Hei said so. It seems that three days is really too short.

"Isn't there really any way?" Zhuo Wen frowned and said reluctantly.

When Zhuo Wen was worried, the bronze coffin behind him suddenly opened half automatically, and a pair of strange blood pupils appeared behind Zhuo Wen.

"Zhuo Wen, don't you have such skills as Nirvana? Nirvana can be improved again in a short time."

A hoarse voice slowly came from the bronze coffin, which was the voice of the blood devil.

"Eh? The blood devil sealed in the green coffin of the town devil can still be conscious. It seems that you little blood devil is not simple!" Xiao Hei looked at the blood pupil on the green coffin in surprise and said.

At the beginning, the blood devil woke up from the green coffin of the town devil, and Xiao Hei was still sleeping, so he didn't know about the blood devil. Now he naturally showed doubt.

"You are..."

The pair of blood pupils suddenly looked at Xiao Hei. The indifferent blood pupils were rare, showing a shocking color, as if they met something very afraid.

"Hey, hey! You little blood devil can't know the identity of Ben long."

Xiao Hei's eyes were indifferent. It seemed that he didn't want to talk about his life experience. He took it directly, but it also caused Zhuo Wen's more and more doubts.

This little black called the blood devil with a little blood devil. Obviously, the terrible ancient Saint level creatures such as blood devil were not taken into account by little black.

Moreover, it can be seen from the expression of the blood devil that Xiaohei's identity is really not simple. Although Xiaohei is extremely curious about Xiaohei's identity, Xiaohei obviously doesn't want to tell too much in this regard, so Zhuo Wen is also very smart and doesn't ask much.

"Is it true that Nirvana has room for improvement and can be improved in a short time?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly and his face was still a little surprised. Nirvana was divided into five levels: Yuanji, extinction, extinction, Dharma and immortality.

Now Zhuo Wen has cultivated it to the fourth level of Dharma edge. He can incarnate the king of the Ming Dynasty and derive four heads and eight arms. If he wants to go further, I'm afraid he can only reach the fifth level of immortality.

But that is the final state of nirvana. It is extremely difficult to reach this state. Zhuo Wen doesn't believe that he can make a breakthrough again in three days.

Perhaps he noticed the confused color on Zhuo Wen's face, and the blood devil said faintly: "you don't understand the horror of Nirvana, and you never give full play to the real power of this skill."

"True power?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen frowned. The blood devil said that he had not reflected the real power of nirvana. Is there any other secret in Nirvana.

"The nirvana of the great sun is what you obtained from the vitality tower, but do you know who created the nirvana of the great sun?" the blood demon suddenly asked.

"Who is it?" Zhuo Wen's eyes showed interest.

"Dharma, the founder of Buddhism in Xijiang County, has been regarded as a God by countless smelly monks in Xijiang County! The Dharma's strength is terrible. His cultivation has reached the realm of Buddha. Even today's green emperor is just a green onion in front of Dharma."

At this point, Zhuo Wen's face showed a shocking color. The Qing emperor, the strongest of the Qing Xuan Dynasty, was not even a green onion in front of the Dharma. The Dharma was so terrible.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen also remembered that the great Nirvana was engraved on a golden skeleton, which made Zhuo Wen have to doubt that the owner of the golden skeleton should be Dharma.

"Then tell me how I can give full play to the real power of nirvana."

After listening to the words of the blood devil, Zhuo Wen finally believed the words of the former. Now he is concerned about how to give full play to the real power of nirvana.

The blood devil did not hurry or slow down: "Nirvana of the great sun was created according to King Bu Dong Ming, one of the five Ming kings of Buddhism. You have also seen that with your continuous cultivation, you can finally turn into King Bu Dong Ming's Dharma body and become strong in flesh."

Zhuo Wen nodded. Nirvana's hardening of the flesh is really very powerful and terrible, which Zhuo Wen has personally experienced.

"But you ignore one point, that is, the essence of the king of immobility!" the blood devil said here and suddenly paused.

"Don't move the essence of the Ming king?" Zhuo Wen asked curiously.

Zhuo Wen really doesn't know much about the immovable Ming king. He just knows that the immovable Ming king is a god of Buddhism.

"King Bu Dong Ming is the wheel body of all Buddhas, so it is also known as the king of all Ming kings and the Lord of the five Ming kings, showing the great power of subduing all demons in anger."

"His appearance is changed for those stubborn, infatuated and covered by the magic barrier, so as to wake up all sentient beings and scare away the magic barrier. In the final analysis, the king of immobility is the embodiment of anger."

"Anger is also easy to understand. It is an emotional flame, a kind of anger from inside to outside! If you want to really exert the power of Nirvana, you need to use a powerful flame to completely stimulate the anger of the immovable King's Dharma body."

"This is the understanding of the devil. It all depends on what you think! Well, I'll do that too. Everything depends on your own understanding!"

Then the voice of the blood devil slowly weakened and finally disappeared into the bronze coffin. With a creak, the green coffin also closed.

Zhuo Wen stood up slowly, his eyes were shining, and the words of the blood devil were very clear. If you want to stimulate the real power of Nirvana, you have to stimulate the real anger of the immovable Ming king.

The only way to arouse the anger of the immovable king is to use a powerful flame to stimulate the potential of the immovable King's Dharma body from outside to inside.

"I see!"

Murmuring to himself in a low voice, Zhuo Wen stamped the soles of his feet, and immediately displayed the fourth level Dharma edge of Nirvana, which turned into the image of four heads and eight arms, and the shining golden mans twinkled around him.

"Give me seven kinds of ground fires!"

The soles of his feet stamped again, and seven terrible fires swept out of Zhuo's body and burned around his body.

"Boy! You won't really listen to the blood devil? Actually, you really intend to use the ground fire to abuse!"

Looking at Zhuo Wen who summoned seven kinds of ground fires, Xiao Hei's right claw held his forehead, which looked like he hated iron but not steel. It was obvious that he didn't believe the statement of blood devil at all.

"I think the blood devil has some truth!"

His eyes flickered. Zhuo Wen closed his hands and whispered. Suddenly, seven kinds of ground fires shrouded Zhuo Wen's figure, burning and refining Zhuo Wen's body.

"This boy is really crazy..." Xiao Hei stared at the figure shrouded in flame, and didn't know what to say.