Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Mountain Rain is Coming, and the Wind is Full of Buildings II
Nangong pretended not to see Fan Zhongling, got off the dragon, and reported to Ziyang Zhenren with his fists: "Disciple Nangong Tie Dan is fortunate not to be dishonored and returned safely." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Ziyang Zhenren looked at all the returning disciples: "Okay~good~, all the disciples are outstanding disciples of our sect, and the future of my sect depends on you." With a wave of Ziyang's hand, a gold plate appeared in front of the five returning disciples, each with an elixir in it. Said: "This is a bottle of condensation and calming pills, it is the magic medicine of this sect, when condensing the golden pill, it plays a role in dispelling the demons in the heart, increasing the probability of condensing the pill, all the disciples have a bottle each, of course, the disciples must first hand over the full amount of resources to obtain." ”
Nangong handed over a certain amount of resources and obtained a bottle of Tranquility Pill. Then ride on the ink cockroach and go.
Fan Zhongling watched Nangong ride away on a dragon, and was annoyed in his heart, seeing that Nangong was taken away by a strange person, he thought that he had no reason to survive, now it's okay, make it like this. Fan Zhongmin saw that his daughter's expression was wrong, and comforted her: "A little foundation building monk, even if he has the spiritual pet of the Jiedan, what does it matter. Good daughter, as long as you are safe, let's go. ”
Fan Zhongling's betrayal, Nangong was not angry, although the two were somewhat intimate, but it did not reach that level, the saint couldn't do it, but the far villain still did it. Thinking about the words of the robbery carefully, it seems that the fairy world is not peaceful, and it seems that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings. But he is just a small foundation-building monk, and the immortal world is still a distant thing, but increasing his strength will naturally allow him to survive in the troubled times.
As soon as Nangong came back, he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and saw that the golden retriever roared no longer had the original fear, and on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Nangong carefully read the information related to the knot, and knew that the known cultivation system was divided into Qi cultivation - foundation building - knot pill - Yuan infant - god - tribulation - ascension, and the level of knot Dan is: Jin Dan [perfect], Zidan [upper grade], orange dan [middle and upper grade], red dan [middle and lower grade], mixed dan [lower grade], if you want to form a perfect golden pill, it is essential to have the right time and place and people. In short, the book talks about Xuanzhi and Xuan, and it doesn't seem to be of much help to the actual Yudan, and I don't know how the Zangjing Pavilion can include these materials.
Nangong's cultivation had reached the pinnacle of foundation building, and Meng Zheng helped plant the seeds of the golden pill and possess the Tranquility Qi Pill. It's okay to want to tie the Dan now, but the Knot Dan is an important stage for a monk, and the strength of the combat power has a lot to do with the degree of perfection of the Knot's Dan, the highest level is the Jin Dan, I heard that the Ziyang Zhenren Megatron Continent is because of the formation of the second strongest Zidan.
It is a very difficult thing for many cultivators, but for Nangong, it is not a big problem, but if you want to form the highest level of Jindan, there is no perfect preparation, and Nangong does not want to take risks. Some ancient books say that only the unity of heaven and man can produce the best Dan, and such and such things have happened recently, and the mood is inevitably chaotic, which is not suitable for Dan. Nangong meditated for a whole night, and finally made up his mind to travel to the mainland, and five years later, he went to the Burning Incense Valley to propose marriage. Fulfill your vows.
Having made up his mind, Nangong packed his bags and floated away.
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