Meng Chuan looked aside: "This is the speed of cultivation that peerless geniuses should have. Junior Brother Yan is five years younger than me, but he reaches the 'peak of the realm of Tao' first. Junior Brother Xue Feng is five years older than me, and has reached the 'Dharma Realm'. And I am still trapped in the realm of Tao."

Recognizing the gap, Meng Chuan did not underestimate himself.

There are hundreds of millions of people in the world, and every generation with great talent will have them. No one can surpass everyone in everything. Just recognize your own strengths and weaknesses. Your own strength is that you are very good at the soul, and your weakness is that your skill level is relatively slow to improve, and it is just a little slower than Xue Feng, Yan Chitong and others.

"It's nothing to be slower in the skill level. As long as you practice steadily, once the fifth level of the Yuanshen and the Dharma Realm, you can cultivate into the Blood Drop Realm." Meng Chuan said intimately, "When the Blood Drop Realm, my underground pursuit of the Demon King will be more than ten times more than now. One person will surpass the efficiency of all the gods and demons in the world. At that time, I can make my greatest contribution!"

The Blooddrop Realm will be my most dazzling moment.

As for wanting to be more dazzling?

The seventh level of the soul is also auxiliary to the human race. Unless it reaches the ‘eighth level of the soul’ to end the war, it is still certain to become the seventh level of the soul with its own talent. It is really slim to become the eighth level of the soul? Even if you really achieve it, it will be a matter of hundreds or even thousands of years later. Will the demon race give the human race so long?

"If you kill enough blood, you will be able to influence the war, and maybe we will win."

"If you win...there will be peace in the world."

"That would be great."

"You can spend some free time with July." Meng Chuan smiled. That was the most comfortable day.

Although he has vowed to kill all the demon clans in the world since childhood, he is willing to fight with his life.

But what I really long for most is peace in the world.

"Continue to practice." Meng Chuan turned his head and looked at the dazzling purple thunder that tore the darkness, and waved the demon-slaying knife in his hand.

...

King Zhenwu in the distance glanced at Meng Chuan who had started practicing again, and nodded secretly: "Don't be confused by the outside world, practice steadily. No wonder he can have the top-notch king-winning strength at a young age."

King Zhenwu knew very well how important the state of mind was.

Some people have high talent, but are ecstatic when they succeed and anxious when they fall behind. They often compare themselves with their peers. When they are young, it is a good thing to be more forceful and compete for the first place. But a true peerless strong man is not a good thing to be more forceful.

Only by truly being calm in mind is more conducive to practice. If the mind is calm in mind, no matter how good or bad you are, you can move forward steadily and quickly, surpassing your yesterday's self again and again.

"Meng Chuan's talent is the worst among the three little guys." King An Hai glanced at him and didn't care about it anymore.

Even his son Xue Feng was left behind, so he naturally wouldn't care about Meng Chuan.

There is only practice in his heart.

He has practiced for many years and only believed in a little bit - relying on others is worse than relying on himself!

He abandoned everything that could affect himself, and all his thoughts were in practice. It was also related to his determination to reach the "Cavetian Realm" in a hundred years. King Zhenwu was not as good as King Anhai at this age.

*******

In the ninth month of the gap between the world, Meng Chuan was still practicing knife diligently.

In the distance, purple thunder was like a big tree. The scene of countless electric snakes tearing apart the darkness was so shocking and beautiful. Even after seeing it again and again, Meng Chuan was still shocked by its beauty.

He was immersed in that beauty and kept practicing swords.

"Wow."

With one knife, the ripples in the void separated to the sides and turned into a dazzling lightning.

"Huh?" This sword attracted the attention of Yan Chitong, Xue Feng, Zhenwu King, and An Hai. When they reached their level, they were very sensitive to the surroundings. Meng Chuan practiced swords for a long time, and when his sword skills were transformed, he naturally could not hide the four.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Meng." Yan Chitong walked over with a smile, and Xue Feng also came over.

In addition to practicing, they will also frequently discuss.

The results of the discussion...

It was just being tortured by Meng Chuan!

The sword technique is too fast and too fierce! Even if you don’t use the mysterious magic, the magical power, the evil realm. Purely relying on the brute force of the "Immortal Realm" body and the world's speed... Yan Chitong and Xue Feng have no temper. Every time Meng Chuan’s sword is easily placed on the necks of Yan Chitong and Xue Feng.

The strength of the top king-winding gods and demons is much stronger than Yan Chitong and the other two. Even Xue Feng can only be regarded as the threshold of the king-winding gods and demons now.

"Senior Brother Meng's knife is getting faster and faster, and it is becoming more and more difficult to resist." Xue Feng shook his head.

"When Brother Xue, you step into the king's gods and demons, and you have the realm of the infinite, and your true energy transformation may be able to block it." Yan Chitong quipped.

Xue Feng smiled and didn't say much.

Zi Yuhou, the older generation of marquis gods and demons who had long realized the Dharma Realm, had a deep accumulation and had the strength comparable to ordinary marquis gods and demons. They all died at the hands of a fifth-level demon king.

And the Fifth Heavenly Demon King died at the hands of Meng Chuan again.

Xue Feng knew the gap.

"I was able to practice "The Fifteen Swords of the Golden Wind" because of an adventure." Xue Feng looked at Meng Chuan and was curious, "Which Meng Chuan clearly has a low level of skills, but she has the strength of a top-notch king-winding god and demon. I'm afraid there are some special opportunities."

He could only guess because he didn't know the existence of Cangyuan Cave Heaven.

For eight hundred years...

Only five disciples were sent to Cangyuan Cave Heaven in Yuanchu Mountain, including King Zhenwu, King Anhai, and Meng Chuan.

King Zhenwu also came over. He knew very well that for the sect and human race, Meng Chuan was the most important thing in the presence of the people! Before coming, the three venerables secretly instructed King Zhenwu: "If you encounter an accident in the gap between the world, you must protect Meng Chuan at all costs."

"At any cost?" King Zhenwu was surprised.

"We give Meng Chuan something to protect his life, but in the gap between the world, something to protect his life is useless. So you must be optimistic about him. In the future, he will become a king-created god and demon, and he will chase the demon king, and he will surpass all gods and demons in the world by one person."

"Oh? Then I will save my life and I will protect Junior Brother Meng from all over the world." King Zhenwu promised at that time, so after entering the gap between the world, King Zhenwu was always close to Mengchuan when he met the demon clan.

...

King Zhenwu walked to Mengchuan, Yan Chitong and Xue Feng and smiled and said, "Congratulations to Junior Brother Meng. Do you have any ideas about breaking through to the Dharma Realm?"

"Difficult." Meng Chuan shook his head, "Watching the birth of the world, you know the direction, but you become more confused and don't know how to achieve it."

"Take it slowly, it is difficult to go from the peak of the Taoist realm to the Dharma Realm." King Zhenwu comforted him, and then he looked at Yan Chitong and Xue Feng, "Don't let go of you both. Xue Feng, your soul is too slow to practice. As for Junior Brother Yan... the Dharma Realm and soul, you lack the most."

Yan Chitong bowed her head obediently: "Yes, my senior brother taught me a lesson."

The few of them were chatting here. After An Haiwang glanced at him, he continued to practice, ignoring this place.

...

Time passes day by day.

It has been October in the gap between the world, and Meng Chuan is a little confused and looks at the scene of the birth of the world in the distance.

"How to break through to the Dharma Realm? I can't figure it out at all."

"How to combine yin and yang?"

"Forget it."

"With the opportunity to get a gap between the world, it took me more than ten years to cultivate the sword realm to the peak. It may take another thirty or fifty years to reach the Dharma Realm." Meng Chuan made a reason for the practice time of other gods and demons in history.

"I have been practicing for so long, so I will indulge in the last two or three months." Meng Chuan's eyes shone and he could no longer help it.

Wave your hand.

Wow.

A large stone appeared next to it, which was taken directly from the Cave Heavenly Dharma Pearl.

"Huhuhuhu." The dark star field directly cuts the big stone, causing the big stone to be cut into a painting table and a stone bench.

Meng Chuan sat on the stone bench, looking at the smooth table, nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand, paint plates, papers and brushes began to appear on the table again. When he had not come to the world, he had to draw almost every day. Even if he was busy with underground exploration, he sacrificed part of his sleep time to draw, and painting was the time he enjoyed the most every day. When he came to the world, he had never painted and had already itched.

The most important thing is...

"How beautiful the scene of the birth of the world is. It would be a pity if I didn't draw it down." Meng Chuan took a deep breath and began to adjust the paint, but his eyes were excited to look at the scene of the birth of the world.

"What are Senior Brother Meng doing?" Yan Chitong looked at him dumbly. Meng Chuan made out the table and stool out of thin air, took out a paper brush, and was still making paint.

"What is he doing?"

King Zhenwu and Xue Feng were also a little confused.
Chapter completed!