Another few months have passed, Wang Xiaomo still did not appear in front of the people of the Qianyang Sect, for a while rumors were spreading, the inner and outer doors were circulating, Wang Xiaomo was seriously injured in the five sects competition, moved the foundation and injured the soul, and was in danger. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This kind of rumor became more and more prosperous, making Qu Zhi, the black-faced man, Zhang Hanya, Xu Wan'er and others fall into a panic, no one knows what Wang Xiaomo's real situation is at this moment, countless sound transmission paper cranes flew into the Spirit Lake in the formation like snowflakes, but all of them sank into the sea.

Outside the Linghu formation, the people who are qualified to walk around in this palace keep coming, yearning for the next formation, but the divine sense can't penetrate into it, and the long ones who come will stand outside the formation for more than ten days, and the short ones will stand for three or four days, all of which will be in vain, only Xu Wan'er in a building closest to the formation keeps looking at the Linghu Lake day and night.

It's been a few months, Wang Xiaomo hasn't appeared in front of everyone for a year, this palace on the first peak seems to have become a mystery, during this period, even two of the four ancestors have been to this palace, but they can't step into the range of ten miles of Linghu Lake with their means.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately set off a big wave in the Qianyang Sect, making this palace shrouded in a thick layer of mystery, and from beginning to end, Yang Xuanzi seemed to disappear out of thin air, never to appear again.

It's another half a year, and when I look at this large spiritual lake, half of it has disappeared, and there is a huge whirlpool in the center of the lake, slowly devouring this lake, and the nothingness around the lake has also appeared blurred, and countless heaven and earth spiritual qi have been stirred into silk and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.

In the deepest part of the Spirit Lake, Wang Xiaomo's surroundings were already a wave of blood rolling, Wang Xiaomo was sitting in it, and his body was filled with terrifying fluctuations, and everything that was visible to the naked eye around him was slowly inhaled into his body by the whirlpool formed by Wang Xiaomo's body.

The aura in Wang Xiaomo's dantian has become an ocean, and the mist formed by the jade plaque slowly rises in this vast ocean, and there is constantly mist surging towards this ocean, making this vast sea a white mist at a glance.

"The thirteenth layer of condensation is complete."

Wang Xiaomo slowly opened his eyes, his skin, bones and blood all turned pale gold, and there was a clattering sound from the bones around his body.

"Not enough, not enough, I want to build the foundation!"

Wang Xiaomo slowly closed his eyes, and everything around him poured into his body faster.

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It's been half a year in a flash, and Wang Xiaomo has been in retreat for two years, during which the big cat entered the formation twice, poured two large bottles of white tiger essence blood into the spirit lake, and then went out of the Qianyang Sect without a trace, which made the first peak often sound a shocking roar, and a small bird on the top of the second peak hissed in the sky.

Zhang Hanya's ten layers of condensation, Li Dazhuang's ten layers of condensation, Qi Tianba's ten layers of condensation, Jin Caifeng's nine layers of condensation, Li Blacksmith's ten layers of condensation, He Wencai's twelve layers of condensation, Zhao Hu's ten layers of condensation, this is the cultivation of these mortal cultivators in two years, the reason why it is so rapid is because of the endless supply of cultivation resources provided by Wang Xiaomo, in the past two years, the cultivation resources obtained by these seven people are those who build the foundation elders look extremely red, under the crazy support of these cultivation resources, even if it is a waste with only one spiritual vein, will also be piled up into the appearance of the seven people in front of him, and these seven people have naturally become inner disciples because of their rapid progress, among which He Wencai was promoted to an elite inner disciple by the sect because of his good qualifications.

This is a strange thing that has never appeared in the Qianyang Sect after the sinful realm, where did Fan Xiu fly from, and these things made Qu Zhi and the black-faced man extremely excited every time they thought about it.

Fan Xiu faintly has already had signs of a real rise in the Qianyang Sect, which has made all the local Xiuzhen families feel pressure, but none of the Xiuzhen families have jumped out to interfere and suppress, just because the owner of this palace is Wang Xiaomo.

And on this day, a small dark cloud suddenly floated from afar above the Qianyang Sect, which did not attract the attention of everyone in the sect at first, but it didn't take long for another dark cloud to converge in the middle of the Qianyang Sect, and more and more, faintly thunder sounded muffled from the dark clouds.

In the palace, Jin Caifeng walked out of the pavilion with a frown, looked up at the dark clouds in the air that were surging rapidly from all directions, walked into the courtyard, and shouted:

"It's going to rain, hurry up and collect your clothes!"

Before the words fell, he saw a golden lightning bolt like a thin bowl suddenly slashed down from the dark clouds, with a destructive aura that made Jin Caifeng's soul tremble, and when the air was towards the spiritual lake where Wang Xiaomo was, the naked eye visibly penetrated the formation arranged by the big cat, and with an earth-shattering loud click, the Qianyang Sect immediately fell into a big chaos.

Countless people walked out of the cave and looked up at the sky, where they entered, all the people they saw had numb scalps, only to see that a large dark cloud had condensed above the palace where the first peak Wang Xiaomo was located, and countless thunderbolts were scurrying in the dark clouds, and a terrifying aura of destruction was slowly condensing in mid-air.

"Oh no, it's a cloud robbery! Someone is in the first peak! ”

"Could it be that there is a monk on the first peak?"

"Look at the location of the tribulation cloud is the location of the young sect master's palace, this is impossible, there are no foundation building elders in that palace, they are all Qi condensation disciples, why will it lead to the heavenly tribulation, only when the golden pill is condensed, will the heavenly tribulation be introduced!"

As the clouds at the palace of the first peak became more and more dense, the breath of destruction had reached the extreme, and countless people in the Qianyang Sect were numb in their scalps, and there was already an uproar.

At this moment, from the third peak, the second peak flew up several Changhong flew directly towards the first peak, among the Changhong, the four Yuan Infant Ancestors had solemn faces, their eyes were full of doubts, and they came to the top of the first peak in the blink of an eye.

And the first peak, Yang Xuanzi, had already appeared in mid-air at this moment, and was looking at the palace where Wang Xiaomo was with solemn eyes.

"Master, what the hell is going on?"

The ancestor of the Lian family came to the front of Yang Xuanzi, looked at the clouds in the sky, and asked in a solemn voice.

"Is that him?"

Yang Xuanzi's eyes showed unprecedented confusion, and he stared blankly at the clouds in mid-air.

"Impossible!"

The ancestor of the Jin family exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost.

With this exclamation, under the gaze of the five Qianyang Sect Primordial Infant Old Monsters, another golden lightning clattered down from the calamity clouds, and directly submerged into the Spirit Lake where Wang Xiaomo was.

Before everyone could react, another bolt of lightning struck again, and then a dense thunder sounded in the clouds, one, two, three, ten, hundred, like a rain, golden lightning clicked, clicked, and thundered down with a devastating breath.

"This, what kind of catastrophe is this!"

The ancestor of the Bu family was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he stood directly on the spot, and the other four primordial old monsters around him also saw the monstrous shock in each other's eyes.

Just when everyone was at a loss, they suddenly saw that there was a monstrous flood of desolation in the Spirit Lake where Wang Xiaomo was located, and a blue-armored giant nearly two hundred feet tall suddenly condensed out of the sky above the Spirit Lake.

The sound of cold air gasping resounded throughout the entire Qianyang Sect.

"This is impossible, could it be that the young sect master has built the foundation?"

"What are you kidding, from the ninth layer of condensation to the foundation building in two years, this is going to make a fuss!"

"That's not right! Building a foundation can't lead to a catastrophe, but it's just a catastrophe of human concern. ”

Just as the sound of people's discussion resounded, he suddenly saw the two hundred zhang tall blue-armored giant with Wang Xiaomo's face, looking up to the sky and facing the clouds that shook the sky.

The pair of sledgehammers in his hands, like a small mountain, were directly aimed at the clouds in the sky.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

With the smashing of these two hammers, all the thunderstorms that fell from the sky were directly shattered by these two hammers, and the green armor giant Wang Xiaomo's face also had blood slowly oozing out from the corners of his mouth.

However, the clouds in mid-air did not disperse, on the contrary, more terrifying fluctuations brewed in the clouds.

In the midst of everyone's dazzled and exclamations, a bucket-like golden lightning clicked and slashed down again.

"It's over!"

At the top of the first peak, the five great swordsmen and dozens of Jindan Great Elders all showed despair in their eyes, and they all exclaimed in unison.

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