The continuous volcanoes made the air in a radius of thousands of miles extremely hot, and people in the mountains seemed to be roasting on a blazing fire, which made Qian Zhenyan feel extremely uncomfortable.

() Looking back at the exit of the underground palace, if the water sword slashes down hard, the mountain wall shakes violently, and the rolling mud and stone fall surgingly, and the entrance of the cave is sealed at the moment.

Putting away the sword, Qian Zhenyan released her divine sense and sensed it, found an inconspicuous cave and walked in, first set up a small maze at the entrance of the cave, let people have a cave from the outside, and then arrange a small spirit gathering formation and time formation in the cave, fortunately, two-thirds of the array materials purchased by Jin Yi before have not been used up, otherwise where would she go to find the materials now?

Before retreating to refine the Jinpeng Old Ancestor Neidan, Qian Zhenyan first took out the communication jade slip and contacted Leng Feiyan, and learned that he and Gu Mo were going to the "Infernal Hell" together

In order to meet her, she briefly said that she needed to retreat, and she did not tell the Jinpeng clan, so as not to be known by the demon clan that the fall of Weishang was related to her.

After that, Qian Zhenyan pulled out the purple clothes, let her comprehend the Dao, protect the Dharma for herself by the way, and then began to sink into refining with all her heart.

That Peng Clan Ancestor's Inner Dan was a little worse than Araki's Inner Dan, mainly because of its weaker cultivation, but even if it was weaker than Araki, it was not something that Qian Zhenyan, a Yuanying cultivator, could quickly refine.

Therefore, as soon as she began to refine the Inner Dan, she suffered the strongest counterattack, and it stands to reason that the ancestor of the Peng clan has fallen, and it is impossible to have a sense of resistance, so this Inner Dan purely relies on instinct to resist, repelling a completely unfamiliar aura invasion.

This is like Qian Zhenyan is fighting against an empty underworld monk at the moment, and the result can be imagined, the pain again and again makes Qian Zhenyan worse than dead, but she can't help but persevere, otherwise she will not have a chance to get the last Five Elements Attribute Spirit Root.

With a bang, Qian Zhenyan was shocked by Neidan's counterattack and fell to the ground again, covered in flesh and blood, and his hair was scattered.

"That thing is so tough?"

Ziyi asked dumbfounded.

In the past, when Qian Zhenyan refined those few spirit beads or inner pills, there was no such big movement.

Nor did it hurt so badly.

Qian Zhenyan gritted her teeth, swallowed a Nine Rank Pill and continued to settle down, the Inner Pill had been refined to the size of an egg, but she was still desperately resisting.

It's like being trapped in a glass bottle and constantly impacting, and every impact makes Qian Zhenyan vomit blood.

Within ten years of the time formation, Qian Zhenyan finally refined Neidan to the size of a fingernail, and at this time, Neidan's resistance could not do much harm to her, just when she thought that she would succeed in refining it in the next moment.

Suddenly, she felt that the tyrannical aura of her limbs suddenly converged in the inner dan, and this realization made her change color in shock.

When the last trace of the ancestor of the Peng clan was forced to be scattered into her bloodline, she felt that she would leave a future trouble, and originally thought that she would wait until she finished refining its inner pill to consider this matter, but she never thought that the old guy would be so good at picking the opportunity to recondense at the most important juncture of her refining, if it converged into that tyrannical torrent again, I am afraid that she will not be able to resist.

Anxiety forced her to instruct Shui Ling'er to also turn into pieces, and the Qi Sutra Eight Veins and Limbs scattered in her body were terrifying to kill those points of light that were trying to gather, while she continued to concentrate on refining the Inner Dan that was still shaking and refusing to give in.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the last trace of the inner pill was also refined, there was a bang, and Qian Zhenyan felt that the golden dantian was spinning rapidly, and there was something in the body that wanted to break through the earth, it was a new force, full of pure metallic elements, and it was about to generate a golden spirit root!

And that inner pill has been completely infused with the divine sense imprint of Qianzhenyan, and it is quietly suspended next to the earth spirit bead.

The so-called refining is actually just refining the consciousness in the inner pill, just like the soul covering.

As for the entity of Nedan, it will not change.

Qian Zhenyan was overjoyed, once the metallic spiritual root was generated, she would be a monk with the five attributes of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, although it was only a pseudo spiritual root.

It is an acquired generation, but it can also enhance her own combat ability, such as her sword intent world, which can evolve into a combination of five attributes; For example, the Five Elements Divine Fist can also evolve into a combination of five attributes!

But at this moment, she heard Shui Ling'er's divine sense transmission.

Her voice was trembling violently, "Sister Zhenyan, I can't stop it!" ”

There was a pop, like the sound of a blister bursting, Shui Ling'er retreated from her limbs with scars all over her body, and countless clear streams reunited into a round ball, but the surface of the sphere was full of cracks, which was terrifying.

Qian Zhenyan was furious, that tyrannical aura actually dared to hurt Shui Ling'er, she didn't care about the golden spirit root being generated in the dantian at this time, it was a very critical moment, as soon as her consciousness moved, Yuan Ying turned into thousands of light points and rushed towards the torrent that was being trampled madly in the midst of all four limbs.

The torrent was really violent, it was the unwilling resistance of the ancestor of the Peng clan, but after all, it was just a divine imprint, and it could not be equated with a real monk in the Void Underworld Period, so after Qianzhenyan's Yuan Ying was dispersed into thousands of thousands, it also turned into a stream of clear spring-like water and collided with the torrent.

If the torrent of the Peng ancestor's divine consciousness is compared to a surging stream, Qianzhenyan's Yuanying Qingliu is like a waterfall falling wildly above the Nine Heavens, firstly, her primordial infant has undergone mutation and evolution, and secondly, after all, it is in her inner world, and she is the true Heavenly Dao.

It's just that the torrent of divine consciousness is very cunning, and after feeling that the power of Yuanying Qingliu is extremely huge, he didn't dare to touch it, so he actually turned around and ran, all the way through the state and province, and destroyed a lot of meridians and bone marrow, and the painful Qianzhen Yan trembled, but he had to grit his teeth and insist, while swallowing the pill, he ran the immeasurable exercises to heal his injuries.

This situation lasted for a full day and a night, and there was still no winner or loser, and the torrent of divine consciousness only fled and did not fight back, making Yuanying Qingliu very passive, and there was no other way than to pursue.

The golden spirit root in the dantian has broken through the ground, and is absorbing the pure gold element in the inner dan element that has evolved into a golden spirit bead, with the irrigation of the gold element, it will not be long before it will be extremely strong, like a sapling that is growing rapidly.

And next to it, the four spiritual root saplings of wood, water, fire and earth have developed into medium-sized saplings, which are very strong and grow gratifyingly.

But where was Qian Zhenyan in the mood to pay attention to her spiritual root at this time, she was looking for that tyrannical torrent with all her body and mind, thinking in her heart that there was any way to block it in one place, and then concentrate all her strength to devour it.

This torrent is the last imprint of the Peng Clan's divine consciousness, if it is devoured and refined, it can increase her own Yuan Shen realm, so she did not directly drive it out of the body, in case it escapes from the body and transforms into a phantom to attack herself, but it is even more troublesome.

Just as she was thinking, the torrent of divine consciousness once again destroyed a lot of her flesh and marrow, Qian Zhenyan spat out a mouthful of blood, and the frightened purple clothes suddenly got up and stared at her nervously.

At this time, there was a sound of fighting outside the cave, and the sound of rumbling was endless, obviously a high-level monk was fighting, and the power was amazing, causing the cave to tremble violently, and countless dirt fell down.

Qian Zhenyan's mind was interrupted, and a brief blank appeared in her mind, and the tyrannical torrent was immediately perceived, and instead of retreating, she rushed madly towards her sea of knowledge.

With a loud bang, something hit the stone wall on the top of the cave, and the entire cave shook violently, and countless mud and stones crackled and fell, which actually destroyed the Time Formation and the Spirit Gathering Formation, and also made Qian Zhenyan's body fall to the ground.

Ziyi hurriedly wanted to help her, but was smashed down by a huge stone that blocked the two of them into two spaces, and her anxiety made her take out Zi Aya and hit the boulder frantically, wanting to completely shatter it and rescue Qian Zhenyan inside.

The loud noise in the cave obviously alarmed the two high-ranking monks who were fighting outside the cave, and the two actually stopped fighting and walked side by side towards the cave.

The cessation of the battle made the concussion of the cave also stop, and Qian Zhenyan heard the sound of Ziyi constantly hitting the boulder, and also heard the footsteps from far and near, but she didn't have time to pay attention, because her Yuan Shen was fighting against the consciousness torrent of the Peng Clan's ancestor, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

"Old crack, are you a snake?"

The cave was not deep, so the two high-ranking monks stopped fifty meters behind the purple clothes in just one breath, but they didn't move forward, they just talked.

It could be heard from the tone of their chat that they were not really dueling, they were just fighting.

Ziyi had to stop his movements and turn back quietly.

The light in the cave was dim, and only a middle-aged man could stand side by side, but his face was cut.

But the purple-clothed Tianyantong has already cultivated to the sixfold realm, and both of them are actually demon cultivators, and they have both reached the level of heavenly demons.

The Heavenly Demon is like the Mahayana period of the human race, although the two of them should only be in the early stage of the Heavenly Demon at first glance, but a monk in the early stage of Mahayana wants to destroy her, a distracted monk, it is only a blink of an eye.

Ziyi's mood began to tense, and the palms of the hands holding Zi Aya were full of cold sweat.

After all, she was just a snake demon, and at this moment, she couldn't help but be afraid when she saw the demon venerable who was several levels higher than herself, and her legs couldn't stop trembling.

Qian Zhenyan, who fell to the ground in the boulder, felt the fear of the purple clothes, and her heart trembled, causing the Yuan Shen to appear momentarily sluggish, and the most taboo distraction for the enemy in the killing field, her distraction was found by the torrent of consciousness, and she actually turned into a giant mouth and swallowed her Yuan Shen.

Qianzhenyan's primordial spirit seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, and it was still falling, and this dark passage seemed to have no end, which made her extremely afraid.

It seems to have returned to the eternal darkness and loneliness of drifting in the starry sky, she can't find a way out, and the taste of not being able to survive and die is so real that she almost wants to give up.

Maybe giving up will end everything, she thought.

A monk without a primordial spirit is equivalent to a soulless walking corpse, even if she still has breathing and heartbeat, she is no different from a living dead!

(To be continued.)

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