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Saying goodbye to Xu Kang, Feng Xiaoyi came to that cliff again, and today he will embark on the journey of cultivation again, I don't know how long it will take to return, and he has a nostalgia in his heart.

Not long after, the old man in gray came again, with a cold air, enveloping his surroundings, and he gave birth to a kind of coldness that fell into the 10,000-year-old ice cellar.

"Put it on your back."

The gray-clothed old man stretched out his hand, and a cold glow bloomed in his palm, and an ancient ice sword emerged, exuding a curling cold air, forcing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

The Ice Sword is ancient, carved with simple patterns, and looks like it was carved from ice, but if you look closely, it is not, it is cast from a strange crystalline material, and it is supposed to be a rare cold metal that resembles ice crystals.

It was this ancient sword that brought this strange cold air, and Feng Xiaoyi also saw that on the ancient scabbard, there were faint mystical formations depicted on the surface, as small as a finger, with faint power fluctuations, as if it had been artificially carved not long ago.

Attracting spirits, these small formations can guide the surrounding heaven and earth vitality to gather, and the gods are unaware, only the people who come into contact with them, under the care, can they sense it.

"Where are we going?"

The ancient sword entered the ice sheath, Feng Xiaoyi carried it behind, and as soon as the words came out, his face changed drastically, his face was stiff, his whole body was frozen, and he was about to turn into a thousand-year-old Xuan Ice.

"Go to a distant place, you don't need to ask much about the rest, you just need to understand that before you get there, in this short period of time, you must step into the real cultivation threshold!" The old man in gray said sternly.

Feng Xiaoyi's heart moved slightly, and he stepped into the formal cultivation threshold, that is, he had just entered the Ning Yuan Realm, he had just gathered the Yuan Realm, how could he reach the Ning Yuan Realm so easily in a short period of time.

Later, he gradually understood that it was not that the old man in gray couldn't do it, but whether he had the ability to do it.

There is no problem that is rare for the old man in gray, but his means, and how many people in the world can complete it on time.

Half a month later, on a rugged mountain road fifty or sixty miles away from Yang Village, a gray old man figure in front of him was walking slowly, and in the distance behind, a young man was carrying a normal-sized ancient sword behind him, which was not heavy at all, but his movements were unusually heavy and slow.

The young man's movements were stiff, and he stepped out step by step, his face was frozen and twitched from time to time, it was too cold, blurring his consciousness, blurring his vision, and with a forward thought, he moved out step by step like a cold corpse.

For more than half a month, I only climbed a big mountain, and the distance I walked was only dozens of miles, this kind of efficiency was so slow that there was nothing to say, but who would appreciate that kind of hardship.

It's not walking on a mountain road, it's crossing the lifeline, moving forward and forward.

Another month later, the two figures appeared more than a hundred miles away, and the young man's movements began to be no longer as jerky as they were at the beginning.

The ancient sword on his back endlessly exuded a trace of cold qi, and the slightest trace of vitality between heaven and earth was also attracted by the temptation, merging into his body, and gradually descending, in just a month and a half, the vitality in the meridians was initially sufficient.

This is a hurry, and it is also a penance along the way!

Three months later, they walked three or four hundred miles, crossed mountains and mountains, climbed mountains and waded through waters, and the old man in gray did not carry half a meter away, all of them were stepping out with one footprint and one step.

His body is more solid, his meridians are more tenacious, that kind of desperate cultivation has also reaped extraordinary fruits, the vitality in his body is very sufficient, it is extremely rich, and the speed of absorption has temporarily slowed down, and it has been completed.

Juyuan Realm is complete, and after three months of asceticism, he has reached a higher level!

The destination has not yet arrived, the penance is still continuing, his vague consciousness has a trace of clarity, the cloudy vision is precipitated and clear, he sees the scene ahead, he is no longer as muddy as at the beginning, like wandering between life and death, unable to survive, unable to die.

Inhuman! This kind of purgatory-like torture can only be endured by monsters!

Day by day, on the basis of the consummation of the Gathering Yuan Realm, the vitality between heaven and earth still came slowly, in an orderly manner, and the content of the meridians was not too sufficient, but it still continued to pour in.

The meridians are stretched out and painful, if you are an ordinary person, you can only stop practicing hard, otherwise it will be damaged, or even cracked, but he is unusual, and at that degree, the old man in gray has an excellent grasp.

His meridians ached faintly, but the vitality inside couldn't be broken, because it was far different from the tenacity of ordinary people, and the final result was that the vitality was compressed and liquefied and condensed into yuan force.

1 drop, 2 drops, 3 drops, 10 drops, 20 drops, 50 drops...

In the penance cultivation day by day, more and more Yuan Qi appeared, and the Yuan Qi was greatly consumed, which in turn caused the body to absorb a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi outside, and this phenomenon became more and more intense.

The transformation of Yuan Qi and Yuan Force, this is a sign of the march of the Ju Yuan Realm to the Ning Yuan Realm, but he is fake, and the Yuan Force in his body is the Yuan Force he refined in his asceticism, but this kind of 'refining' is a simple compression, not a condensation of exercises, which is much worse than the real Yuan Force.

Exercises! Condensing the method of Yuan Li, this is the most important thing in the way of cultivation, Yuan Li is the main force of strength, and Yuan Li comes from the exercises, and the profundity of the exercises will deeply affect the future strength achievements.

Practicing the exercises, this can be regarded as the introduction of the door of cultivation, and the old man in gray has never taught Feng Xiaoyi any exercises, strictly speaking, he has not yet entered his dojo.

In this way, the Yuan Power in Feng Xiaoyi's body gradually increased, and he was gradually breaking away from the consummation of the Juyuan Realm, and instead stepped into the pseudo-Condensing Yuan Realm.

Until this day, there was no vitality in his body, and with a little Yuan Force, under the oppression of Yuan Force, it was difficult for Yuan Qi to exist in his body, and he could only exist in the way of Yuan Force.

This is Ning Yuan Realm! In the real Condensing Yuan Realm, there is only a small amount of Yuan Force in the meridians in the body, and this is the case for every martial artist who has just entered the Condensing Yuan Realm.

If the meridians are excavated rivers and Yuan Li is the water source, then at this time, he is only a few potholes with a few water sources, and the others are all dried up.

With the Yuan Force Protector, he was more able to resist a little of the cold from the ancient sword, and his frozen body could stretch slightly, which led to a little increase in his movement efficiency.

More than five months later, I don't know how many mountains they have overcome, more than a thousand miles, the two of them entered a mountain range of ice and snow, the mountains are thousands of miles high, the snow is like white clouds, the dust is not clean, and the dust is holy!

The cold wind howls in the sky, the cold snow flies, at a glance, the snow is white everywhere, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, and the giant peaks are like ice blades, lifelike.

Coming here, the cold is aggravated, and the original wind Xiaoyi is no longer so dead and alive when he walks, but now the pressure has increased dramatically, and under the freezing cold, it is like carrying a heavy stone mountain, and it is difficult to walk step by step.

After walking more than ten meters, he almost used up most of his body's strength, his body was as hard as a piece of cold iron, the temperature was difficult to maintain, he was drowsy, his eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't hold it up if he wanted to.

"If you don't want to die, let me keep going!"

The cold wind brought the voice of the gray-clothed old man from the front, and Feng Xiaoyi tried his best to cheer up, but it backfired, he wanted to sleep more and more, and the situation became more and more critical.

The temperature here is so terrible that you can freeze to death, close your eyes, and fall asleep, and you may never wake up.

Feng Xiaoyi, who had just entered the Ning Yuan Realm, would definitely not be able to withstand the cold here, even if it was a person from the Earth Realm, he might be frozen to death here, and the reason why he was still alive was because the ancient sword on his back was doing tricks.

But this ancient sword was forbidden by the old man in gray, which can only ensure that he is generally not dead, but not that he is safe, he will still be eroded by the cold, which may lead him to death, and he will have to worry about his life.

But there is a mysterious power in his body that weakly supports him, that is, it makes it difficult for him to die, which is a good intention, but in this case, it is impossible for him to live and die.

This kind of taste is like being submerged in deep water, until you can't breathe, you can't suffocate continuously, but it's just a little bit, you can't die, this becomes a kind of torture, life is better than death, and you can't say it's uncomfortable.

Feng Xiaoyi just survived, he forgot the time, as if he only had one fixed thought, that is, to go forward, a long advance, and I don't know how long he walked, how many days.

Ten days later, the old man in gray led him into the interior of the iceberg, and came to a huge ice lake, and he stopped, which was the goal of his trip.

On the surface of the glacial lake, there was a faint light flickering, and a striped path was intertwined, converging into a huge array, which vaguely flashed, always absorbing the icy power of the surrounding icebergs.

The temperature of the ice lake was definitely more terrifying than the temperature around it, but it didn't freeze because of the existence of this huge formation.

Feng Xiaoyi's consciousness is confused, only a belief is supporting, otherwise he would have fallen down long ago, and what the old man in gray wants is his state, close to the point of death, and he can often better tap his potential.

"Plop!"

The old man in gray grabbed Feng Xiaoyi, and the next moment they flashed to the middle of the ice lake, and the two of them sank into the lake together, down to about ten zhang and stopped, Feng Xiaoyi sat in the air and was suspended in the lake.

"Six Formations!"

In the ice lake, the old man in gray stood with his hands in his hands, and suddenly let out a cold snort, and pointed his two fingers in the middle of Feng Xiaoyi's forehead, and streams of ancient information poured in, deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Feng Xiaoyi's mind was shocked, not passively, but consciously accepting this exercise, that kind of ancient vicissitudes of life, baptizing his mind, for some reason, although he was not conscious, he could remember everything deeply.

In his mind, the quaint light array pictures floated by continuously, one was different from the other, he was dazed, and he didn't know how many formation pictures he had floated through, but he felt like he had experienced one life after another, and that feeling was really amazing.

The Six Formations Technique, the supreme exercise, and the ordinary exercise, it is not named for this, but because of the six formations!

Six formations, the glory of an era! But it has been lost in the long river of years, this world is unknown, and the glory of the past is also waiting to bloom again, dazzling ancient and modern!

"Six..."

Feng Xiaoyi's mouth came out of these two vague words for no reason, revealing a sense of nostalgia, a sense of sadness, lamenting the past, and the bleakness of the last days.

A stream of cold power, as thin as a finger, swam like a silver snake, Feng Xiaoyi's body, six formations were running, and the compressed Yuan Force was facing to be condensed again, to become a real Condensing Yuan Realm, and at the same time, the power of the outside world was also absorbed from time to time.

After the old man in gray taught the exercises, he floated out of the lake, and in a daze, with a thought, Feng Xiaoyi embarked on the journey of cultivation!

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