Now Zhang Yanchong's Mu Yuandu has risen rapidly to the ninth layer, and the breakthrough of several layers in between, Zhang Yanchong didn't even feel the slightest bottleneck, everything seemed to be like that, in just one month, Zhang Yanchong reached the realm of his dreams. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It all seemed so unreal that Zhang Yanchong thought he was in a dream, or another plausible illusion.

But when he noticed that his meridians were faintly swollen and painful because of the surge in mana, Zhang Yanchong began to face reality.

And reality is often cruel, Zhang Yanchong found that the cruel reality did not give him new hope, even if his mana had reached the ninth layer of the peak, but the situation still did not change.

The slanted strange balance still exists, Zhang Yanchong still can't control either end of the balance, and his mana is still growing.

This kind of growth was originally just enough for Zhang Yanchong's meridians to bear, because Zhang Yanchong could use the impact of this aura to effortlessly break through to a layer of realm at the moment when his mana increased to the extreme.

The next realm means an even greater mana capacity, so Zhang Yanchong can hold on until now without dying of violence.

But now Zhang Yanchong was horrified to find that the mana was full of qi and meridians, and the ninth layer had even reached the peak realm!

In the next step, Zhang Yanchong must break through to the next realm in order to save his life.

But what's next?

Wen Jiushan said that what cultivators dream of most is to be able to build a foundation.

After the foundation is built, the cultivator is equivalent to stepping into a new door, and after the gate, there is the real world of cultivation.

However, the difficulty of building the foundation is unimaginable, because the aura required to build the foundation is extremely huge, so that any cultivator must have the assistance of the foundation building Dan to complete the foundation building.

Therefore, even if it was Wen Jiushan, he was only a ninth-level monk.

But can Zhang Yanchong escape this immutable law, and break through the foundation without building the foundation?

That will definitely be another legend in the cultivation realm.

The premise is that Zhang Yanchong is the exception.

The aura was still rushing into Zhang Yanchong's narrow meridians, and in this forest where the aura was still abundant, Zhang Yanchong had formed a miniature aura vortex as the center, and all the surrounding aura had been swept in.

The trees around Zhang Yanchong had already been eroded by the poisonous mana, and they had already died, if the man in black went and returned at this time, his shield would definitely not last for a breath.

The increase in Zhang Yanchong's mana also brought about a certain increase in his output mana, so his poisonous mana attack was even more terrifying.

However, whether it is the death of trees or the whirlpool of aura, it is not what Zhang Yanchong should pay attention to at this time, what he should be thinking about at this time is, what should he do to build the foundation?

After Mu Yuanduan was on the ninth layer, it was already the last page, and Zhang Yanchong had no exercises to refer to, so naturally he would not only have the next cultivation method.

Therefore, even if the aura was now vast enough to break through the meridians, Zhang Yanchong had no way to use these aura to break through the ninth layer.

Fortunately, Zhang Yanchong didn't want to die, he still had a lot to do alive, so the strong desire to survive made Zhang Yanchong not wait to be killed.

He seriously searched for all possible ways to dredge the accumulated aura in his body, and finally, Zhang Yanchong found it, in fact, the search process was not long, because this method was the first thing he thought of when he began to think about it.

Dantian, when he had just cultivated, Zhang Yanchong already knew that this was the best place to store mana, and here, the dark green sea of qi had already filled the dantian, so much so that the dark green mana had turned into a black viscous.

Zhang Yanchong suddenly felt that this viscous mana was no longer like a liquid, but like a liquid.

Of course, this is just an image, in fact, it is only a dense gas mana.

However, this point woke up Zhang Yanchong, and Zhang Yanchong thought that maybe he could compress his mana into the dantian, after all, the dantian looked much stronger than the thin meridians.

Time did not allow Zhang Yanchong to hesitate, and Zhang Yanchong took action at the same moment as he made his plan.

It was not as easy as Zhang Yanchong imagined to complete the compression of mana, and Zhang Yanchong had already discovered this as soon as he started to act, because whether it was the meridians or the dantian, they were already in a state of saturation.

But no matter how difficult it was, if it was about life, then it would not be difficult, so Zhang Yanchong successfully squeezed the first trace of mana into the already saturated dantian.

With the first filament, there is the second filament, and the third filament......

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that the sun was tired of seeing this motionless figure every day when it rose, and it simply hid in the clouds, making the earth look dull on this day.

Zhang Yanchong gradually felt that his dantian had also become a little swollen and painful, as if he would break it if he pressed a trace of mana.

But Zhang Yanchong did not stop because of this, because if he stopped, his meridians would also break.

Instead of dying like that, it's better to see what the limit of the dantian is.

The sun can't see the earth, and it can't see Zhang Yanchong's expression distorted because of the severe pain of the dantian at this time.

So at this moment, a cold autumn rain fell, and the rain dripped from between the sparse leaves, washing away the fallen leaves on Zhang Yanchong's body.

Only eyes as bright as the sun can notice that under this thick fallen leaf, there is a big living person.

The rain accumulated into a stream, washing away the dead leaves around Zhang Yanchong's body, and also washing away the dirt on Zhang Yanchong's body, and gradually, his face that was difficult to distinguish between mouth and nose became clear.

Zhang Yanchong felt that this time was the limit, what would happen after the limit? Did you die violently? Or is it a direct foundation for success?

The answer will soon know.

The rain came and went quickly, as if it was just to clean Zhang Yanchong's body, so that he could face the world cleanly and face the sun that was about to break through the clouds.

Zhang Yanchong's last trace of mana pressed in, and the severe pain in the dantian also reached the highest, and Zhang Yanchong only felt a roar of his divine sense, and he had already lost consciousness.

At this time, the sun showed its round face again, and it seemed that he liked Zhang Yanchong's appearance after being washed by the rain.

Zhang Yanchong's expression was much calmer, could it be that the severe pain in the dantian had disappeared, or that Zhang Yanchong had died at all, how could the dead feel the pain?

Around Zhang Yanchong's body, the raging poisonous mana retracted into Zhang Yanchong's body like a receding tide, but the vortex aura suddenly became more intense and poured into Zhang Yanchong's body.

Fortunately, this process was only for a moment, and it seemed that the fierce influx of this moment had exhausted the power of the aura vortex, so that the vortex collapsed and disappeared all at once.

At this moment, the world suddenly became quiet, and all the chaotic and heart-wrenching crises had disappeared cleanly.

Zhang Yanchong seemed to be a man who had worked all day at this time, lying down on the most comfortable bed and enjoying a comfortable sleep.

Zhang Yanchong was just as he looked, immersed in a comfortable dream.

The black sea of qi, after the last trace of dark green mana was injected, suddenly exploded towards the four walls of the dantian, the miracle is that the dantian was not blown up because of this, but the sea of qi was violently bounced back, and the power of the rebound actually made the sea of qi condensed again, and finally formed a black and green projectile, but the projectile did not exist for too long, and it exploded again, but this time the explosion did not form any impact, but the projectile exploded into a dark green fog, which permeated the dantian.

After so many twists and turns, Zhang Yanchong's dantian was finally quiet, and Zhang Yanchong, whose spiritual sense sank deep into the deepest part of his mind, also faintly felt the changes in his dantian.

It's just that Zhang Yanchong doesn't know what this change means, is it a foundation?

The sun shone on Zhang Yanchong's face, and Zhang Yanchong opened his eyes lazily.

The world has become so much lovelier.

Because Zhang Yanchong suddenly found that everything that threatened his safety had disappeared, and even the almost fatal wound on his back had miraculously healed.

Zhang Yanchong stood up very easily, excitedly activating his muscles and bones.

Jumping lightly, and then landing lightly, this originally ordinary process surprised Zhang Yanchong.

Because of a slight jump, he jumped three feet, almost resisting the high canopy above his head, is this still his former self?

Zhang Yanchong had to admit that this was indeed himself, and this strange change, Zhang Yanchong attributed it to the sea of qi that had turned into a mist.

The sea of qi has undergone a qualitative change, the misty sea of qi is clearly out of a critical state between gasification and liquefaction, Zhang Yanchong faintly guessed that he had not yet completed the foundation, but he also understood that he was by no means in the realm of the ninth layer.

In any case, the hardships of these days have not been in vain, Zhang Yanchong has not only greatly increased his mana, but also his physique has also improved significantly, and that leap is the best proof.

Suddenly, a tiger roared from a fallen leaf on the ground, and the fallen leaves were dispersed by the whistle, revealing a sword that had been buried in the ground for as long as a long time.

Zhang Yanchong suddenly felt that his pride had increased greatly, he picked up his sword, and waved it lightly forward, and in an instant, sawdust flew sideways, and a new road was opened in the forest.

Zhang Yanchong was very satisfied with this powerful feeling, but this feeling didn't last long, because under the fallen leaves where the sword qi was swinging, something was revealed that reminded Zhang Yanchong of the unbearable past.

The jet-black, tarnished flying sword that had been corroded by his own blood, was still lying quietly on the ground, and his master had long since abandoned it.

It was the owner of this sword who killed his first love and forced himself into a dead end, Zhang Yanchong is by no means a person who loves to fight fiercely, but this person is what Zhang Yanchong has to fight.

Killing the owner of the flying sword was Zhang Yanchong's greatest wish at this time.

But where is the owner of this flying sword now, and will I ever meet him again?