The sky was overcast, and there seemed to be thunder.

The water ghost, who was half-concentrated on his cultivation, quickly regained consciousness and looked at the sky with a frown.

The clouds were surging and soon returned to calm.

"It still puts too much pressure on him..."

The water ghost hesitated and said: "Could it be that he is trying to break through Taixu and become a semi-saint?"

Mr. Sang glanced at him and said nothing.

Who can make such a big splash by going through the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation and being promoted to Taixu, or through the Saint Tribulation and being promoted to Half-Saint?

Through the barrier between the first and eighteenth heavens, can it still affect the lower realm?

"It seems like... movement from the 33rd heaven?"

Feng Yujin's soul body was tinkering with Mo Mo's headless body and piecing together Mo Mo's soul fragments, and suddenly said something.

The water ghost glanced at it, thinking that you are even more outrageous.

Even though he is separated by two heavens, he can still affect the lower realm. Could he survive a tribulation and blow up all the rules of the 33rd heaven?

Mr. Sang was dismissive at first, but after hearing this, his emotions became slightly complicated.

What's going on? It smells a bit familiar?

Is the world a repeated prison? The first heaven is a thatched house, the thirty-third heaven is the Lingzang Pavilion, and the ruins of the gods are a huge Tiansang Ling Palace?

"What do you think?"

Water ghost, Feng Yujin looked at the bald donkey at the same time, his expression and language were nothing more than that he is your apprentice, you should know him better than us.

Mr. Sang hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not a big problem."

…

"Uh uh..."

On the thirty-third day, Xu Xiaoshou, who was covered in black but not dead, climbed up from the ground in embarrassment.

His flesh and blood squirmed, and his wounds healed quickly.

The person seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and could only stare blankly at the huge sinkhole on the horizon in the distance.

The sky has opened a big hole!

From the perspective of the core of the heaven, there was originally only a small tree, the Holy Tree of Diying, rooted on the small sphere of the God's Relic.

Now, there is a corner missing in the heaven that represents the thirty-third heaven.

This is the hole that was just blown up!

"How can it be so powerful?"

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled. He recalled it carefully and determined that the sword he used was just the Void Condensation Sword Technique and was not strong.

The great array of heavenly secrets outlined by the master of textiles is only clearly revealed in the way of Hongmei San's exile in the British world.

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And the last little cat painting is even more of a deceit, and it is impossible to increase the power to any extent.

Then, the answer is ready to come out...

“Excellent cooking skills!”

The problem lies in the art of stew?

"No!"

"It's because of the rules of God's Relics!"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that the reason why the God's Relic was blown up into such a huge sinkhole was not because he was too strong.

But the rules of the Relics of God are too high level and too strong.

The art of stewing in chaos, kneading various Taoist techniques together, is equivalent to the relic of God itself performing the art of God and Five Finger Seeds.

The upper limits of various methods can be compared to the explosion after a stew of super-Taoist rules. This is much more advanced than what you can do by using your own spiritual energy, holy power, sword sense, ancestral power, etc. in a pot.

"I don't make explosions, I'm just a dedicated cook of art?"

After thinking about this, the disgraced Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up.

Mastery of cooking skills naturally brings "normal" cooking skills, including cooking people, cooking, cooking dead souls, cooking living creatures... and so on.

But a serious chef can produce delicious and delicious dishes, and when the cook is angry, he can also create deadly dark dishes.

What Xu Xiaoshou followed was the way of cooking a husband.

He doesn't have time to delve into some delicious love for the common people.

What he is thinking about right now is just stewing the relics of the gods and whether he should feed them to Guizhe Holy Mountain after the stew is done...

"No, no, it's too cruel."

Xu Xiaoshou still has a bit of conscience.

If this pot is stewed and fed indiscriminately, the balance will be broken.

Once the people on the holy mountain are dead, what's the point of the Emperor's hesitation? He will definitely fight for his life!

"calm down."

The chaotic stew was so artistic that it almost stunned Xu Xiaoshou.

He calmed down and took his attention away from the qualitative changes in painting and cooking.

"not much time……"

Yes, it’s not that I don’t want to continue studying cooking and painting, but I really don’t have much time.

Twelve million passive values ​​cannot be fully allocated to the qualitative change brought about by a mere one million passive values.

Why don’t you pick up the sesame seeds and throw away the watermelon?

The important point is that even if you are on the other side of the mountain, there is no accident insurance.

All kinds of ancestral powers, such as painted dragon halberds, broken Jun shields, etc., are all superior to this deity, and it is impossible to give them all to others. After all, there is a chance that they will be lost if you die...

In this vicious cycle, all people can do is "act according to circumstances".

However, this kind of powerless adaptability is obviously at risk of being discovered by the loving people at any time and shot dead with an arrow.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Xu Xiaoshou patted his head to cool down his excitement and return to his second sleep.

This is the big head!

He will spend most or even all of his next passive value on the second awakening of the extended passive skill.

So the question becomes, which one should awaken first?

"Rebound, perception, change, sharpness, toughness, transformation..."

"If there is one second-level skill per million, it seems that I can have them all?"

For the first time, Xu Xiaoshou could so clearly perceive the sense of wealth brought about by the transformation of strength.

What we longed for but could not reach before, can now be obtained by just one stop and a show on the holy mountain?

"Woooooooo..."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes filled with tears.

He has been waiting for this day for too long!

"Then the first one, first... point out the troops and generals, and whoever you point out will be... you, Perception! My beloved concubine!"

It was casual, Xu Xiaoshou was too lazy to think about the pros and cons, anyway, perception is a miracle, and he would have to sleep sooner or later.

I grew up with a lot of shit and piss, and I woke up to soul reading. This was the beginning of changing my fighting method into a dirty method, and changing a reckless man into a dirty person.

The first second sleep in this god's ruins is left to you, Concubine Gan!

Exchange ten Awakening Stones and get one million passive points.

Xu Xiaoshou was very generous to Concubine Gan. In fact, his little idea was that he hoped that his millions of contributions would be rewarded with millions in return.

"The sky is spirited and the earth is spirited..."

"Ah, I don't have to do all this nonsense now, I'm rich! Very rich!"

The skills are bound, and when I walk to the awakening pool, I say "woohoo" and feel happy.

"The second awakening failed."

"The second awakening failed."

"..."

"The second awakening failed."
To be continued...