Lao Dao turned his head and glanced at Qin Ze: "You?"
Qin Ze said lightly: "It seems that everyone is waiting for me to break through."
The president has obtained the remains of the ancient gods, and his current cultivation is at least at the demigod level. It is not surprising that he has the ability to predict and deduce.
At this juncture, the purpose of letting a constellation with the original power of the Star Palace come to Snow City is self-evident.
Lao Dao seemed to have thought of something, and said after a moment of silence: "You concentrate on breaking through yours. As long as I am still in Snow City, I can protect you."
Qin Ze asked curiously: "How did you break through the ninth level?"
After two days of attempts, he found that breaking through the shackles of the ninth level is not as simple as relying on piling up cultivation.
If piling up cultivation is possible, he would have broken through long ago.
Since the way back, the cows and horses of the meditation group have been working overtime and not idle for a moment.
Qin Ze can clearly feel that there is only a thin layer of window paper between him and breaking through the ninth level, but he can't break it no matter how hard he tries.
Lao Dao replied, "I remember I just took a nap, and I broke through the next morning."
Qin Ze couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this.
Breakthrough in a dream, who is the protagonist?
The King of Dharma said in the LAN, "Lao Dao probably hasn't slept for decades, and suddenly took a nap, which can be regarded as an epiphany in a dream."
Magician: "I understand, Qiao Li Shen slept too much and overdrew from sleep."
Brother Devourer said to himself, "Why did I break through directly?"
Mist Lord: "Because you are not a human!"
The King of Dharma grinned, "This is what it means to be a non-human, just keep eating soul beads, Qiao Li Shen has more things to consider."
Seeing Qin Ze's sad face, Lao Dao said, "Level nine is the level of a human. The first level of the limit, the second level is demigod, and the third level is god. "
"This is just a theory. Nowadays, there are not many people who can break through the second level, let alone the third level."
"And to break through the limit of the first level, cultivation is only one of the links."
Qin Ze was puzzled: "Isn't the most important thing for a warrior to be cultivated?"
Lao Dao raised his hand and tapped his heart: "And faith."
"Indestructible faith will help you break through all obstacles."
Qin Ze had a series of question marks on his head, and he was confused.
"What is your faith?"
Lao Dao pulled out the double swords behind him and formed the majestic sword again.
"The sword is my faith."
"I firmly believe that my sword and I will wipe out all human invaders."
Qin Ze seemed to understand.
Rather than saying that the sword is the sword king's faith, it is better to say that his faith is actually to protect the human race.
Qin Ze muttered to himself: "What is my belief..."
Lao Dao put the knife back into the sheath: "You can only ask yourself this question, no one will know the answer, think about what you want to protect the most."
Sanmu had also asked a similar question.
But the key to the problem is here, Qiao Li Shen doesn't seem to have anything special to protect.
Seeing Qin Ze's constipated look, Lao Dao gave another suggestion.
"Or you can try to experience a life-and-death battle."
"Between life and death, people will always have some epiphany."
Qin Ze was troubled again after hearing this.
There are not many things that can threaten his life now.
He himself is an "oversized monster", and there are also several kings and many cows and horses.
What's more, Qiao Li Shen has played all the peak games since his debut, and he has long been accustomed to it.
Qin Ze first thought of the strange god in the chaos.
But if he enters the chaos again now, it will be no different from suicide. Epiphany is not so sudden.
Qin Ze looked at the Sword King and said, "Why don't we have a fight? You can help me practice."
But Lao Dao shook his head: "You said it was a fight, I can't kill him, how can there be a life-and-death crisis?"
Qin Ze said to himself: "Damn! Can I really kill back to the chaos to break through?"
Lao Dao said in a deep voice: "No hurry, take your time, we still have time."
After that, Lao Dao left the scene and continued to guard his abyss gate.
Qin Ze looked up at the flying snow in the sky, and suddenly wanted to shout "No".
Standing in the snow and thinking for a long time, he had no clue.
"Look at my new work!"
Qin Ze looked at the snow not far away, on which was Miss Jian Xia's masterpiece that she had just completed based on the woman's original work.
Miss Jian Xia also drew Qin Ze and herself, and in the painting, the two good friends worked together to knock off the woman's head.
Qin Ze praised: "Not bad, much better than before."
Miss Jian Xia was very happy to receive praise from her good friend.
Qin Ze sighed: "It's come to this, I can only go first..."
The King of Dharma: "Chaos?"
Qin Ze shook his head: "Go to sleep first."
The clones: "...""The great detective has arrived, get out of the way!"
The magician led Dahei and came aggressively.
The place was obviously large, but he pushed Qin Ze aside.
"Heibao, smell it for me!"
Dahei's face was full of worry.
It could easily find a shelter or something like that.
But it couldn't smell the coffin, because it was not a dog.
Under pressure, Dahei could only pretend to lower his head and smell the ground.
As a result, he smelled for a long time, but nothing happened.
The magician patted the dog's head heavily, and said angrily: "What's the use of you!"
Dahei whimpered, but he dared not speak or get angry, and was softer than a cotton ball.
Qin Ze said lightly: "I want to see the coffin even if I dig three feet deep."
His intuition told him that the coffin was related to the treasure of the two gods in the myth.
The voice heard by the two old guys in the basement before was from the woman.
The woman had the same power as the Star Palace, and the coffin was her trophy, so it was hard not to arouse people's imagination.
Qin Ze returned to the base and continued to cover himself with a small quilt, and tried to "enlighten the way in Longchang".
But this night was a sleepless night for the clones, because they really dug three feet into the ground with a diamond shovel.
…
Somewhere in a cave.
The bronze coffin was placed on the ground.
The fairy, Ma Yan, Aniu and Baimao surrounded the coffin.
The fairy looked at Baimao: "Are you okay?"
The woman nodded: "I'm just a little dizzy."
The fairy said unhappily: "Is this how you support us? We haven't even seen the Hall of Stars yet, and we were almost chopped down by the Sword King."
Baimao said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Gemini sister, I just wanted to stay and see what the circus members are like."
The fairy sprayed at Aniu: "She is ignorant, and you are not ignorant too?"
"You have been living like a dog for decades, right? You can't even take care of a little girl..."
Aniu didn't even have a chance to say a word back, and had no choice but to stand up.
The fairy sprayed a lot of anger, and she vented all the anger she had accumulated in the past three years of being on the sidelines and being weird in the group on Aniu.
Ma Yan stepped forward to make peace: "That's enough."
"Tell me about this coffin, where did you dig it out?"
When it comes to this, Baimao suddenly became excited: "This is my trophy! Oh yes, and Aniu's too!"