A group of veteran bull's eyes almost stared out, and that small tower looked nothing. But that sturdy one was the magic weapon of a Yuanying monk, and it was also personally urged by the Yuanying monk. However, he was forced to be hit by Wen Xiaotian's huge force and flew backwards for a full three feet, and then he barely stopped.

The owner of the tower, Chi Chengzi, turned pale by this force. Obviously, his magic weapon has been greatly impacted, and this impact has caused him a lot of damage.

And in the face of the magic weapon of the Yuanying Monk, Wen Xiaotian was not immune. His fists, as well as the small half of his arms, had been peeled open, and in some places the muscles had turned into flesh. His fist revealed the white, jade-like bones.

The bones shine brightly.

Hurt.

It's been a long time since I've experienced pain like this. This reminded Wen Xiaotian of the days of self-destruction and cultivation in the Immortal Sword. The suffering experienced at the beginning seems to have become a void memory...... Wen Xiaotian took a deep breath and locked his blood.

Evil Yuezi's eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, her neck seemed to be fitted with a spring, and she flicked her head left and right for a while, and then she patted her head and remembered something. A porcelain bottle was taken out of his body, and some of the medicinal powder in the porcelain bottle flew directly towards Wen Xiaotian's body.

The medicinal powder fell on the wound, pulling the aura between heaven and earth to gather over, and Wen Xiao/一/本/Read/Novel ybdutian's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's just about a cup of tea, and it's already completely grown.

And at this time, in the hearts of those veterans, they were still thinking about Wen Xiaotian's strength, as well as ...... The ones that flowed out, with vigor and some inexplicable blue blood. Whether it is a human or a demon, the color of blood should be red, the blue blood.

Even if they lived for hundreds of years, they couldn't figure it out.

After a while, Chi Chengzi was relieved here, "The kid has a lot of strength......"

In fact, although Wen Xiaotian's strength is great, it is not condensed. Otherwise, if Wen Xiaotian condensed this force, the result of Chi Chengzi would not be to take three steps back, but to be directly dispersed by the strength of this punch, and he would die directly. It's just that there are no ifs in this world.

Hypothesis, after all, is just a hypothesis.

"This kid's strength...... Oh, it seems that if you combine it with the last set of body refining techniques of those gods and demons in ancient times...... "An old Taoist had a big brain, recalling the bloody scene of Wen Xiaotian's fist just now, and he had this idea. If Wen Xiaotian's body was ten times tougher, a hundred times, then the Yuan Infant Cultivator would not be an opponent.

Although Chi Chengzi was only passively beaten just now, it was enough for them to see a lot of incredible things.

And they are one yuan sect, and they lack everything, that is, they do not lack exercise resources and all kinds of medicinal materials.

Zhao Yue'er's Lao Tzu thought about it and said directly to Zhao Yue'er: "Yue'er, you take him to Xiaohuantian, look for it, and see if there is anything useful...... Zhao Yue'er agreed, and took Wen Xiaotian to go. And the white leaves bring a wonderful arc to the corners of the mouth.

Xiao Huantian is known as the place closest to the fairy world, and occasionally, there will be immortal qi overflowing. And this special place is used by the One Yuan Sect as a special place of retreat and library.

As soon as you enter this place, you will be able to feel the magic of this place. The ground seemed to be transparent, and the reflection below turned out to be another world. After Wen Xiaotian glanced at it, he didn't look at it much, he still didn't believe that fate could be decided like this.

That's just an illusion.

Whether it is fast or slow, or the past and future, it is the active perception of people, as long as it is perceived, it will not be a complete reality. It's a simple truth, but not everyone understands it.

Zhao Yue'er said the magic and origin of Xiao Huantian, and there was respect and awe for the ancestor of Huanglong Zhenren in her language. Wen Xiaotianxin said, if you knew that Huang Long was once a bastard villain who touched the corpse and knocked the stuffy stick, I don't know what kind of expression it would be?

Wen Xiaotian just smiled.

All the way to the depths, I saw a courtyard. At this time, the surrounding aura was already rich to the point of liquefaction. In many potholes, the liquefied aura lay down so calmly. Wen Xiaotian's nose twitched vigorously...... Nimbus! It's really interesting.

After entering the courtyard, Zhao Yue'er began to take Wen Xiaotian to choose books. The books here, some of them, are recorded on stone tablets. Some of them are recorded on bamboo slips. From oracle bone inscriptions to traditional Chinese characters, it's all there. Others, from even older times, are recorded on tortoise shells and shells.

Zhao Yue'er broke the ban on protecting these cheats and let Wen Xiaotian choose by himself.

Wen Xiaotian naturally would not miss such an opportunity.

He started at one end of the book collection and began to read it. The scale of the collection here is not large, at least for Wen Xiaotian, a guy who has seen the "big world" of the future library, this can only be regarded as a pocket library. The scale is equivalent to that of the 21st century, when a small shop rented novels in front of the school.

Wen Xiaotian repeated the action of picking up and putting down, his expression was indifferent, he didn't understand, he just watched. To remember something, it's easy.

Wen Xiaotian's memory method has been improved several times, and now it is almost unforgettable. When he deliberately wanted to memorize the scriptures here, he would be able to memorize them word for word. As long as he reviews his mind every day, he will not forget even a word of these scriptures.

An Hour...... Two Hours...... Wen Xiaotian was still flipping through.

Zhao Yue'er was already a little bored and used stones to smash the puddles formed by the liquefied aura. The continuous splashing of water made a naughty "crackling" sound, and then rippled in circles. By the time Zhao Yue'er turned her head to look at Wen Xiaotian, Wen Xiaotian had already flipped through half of it.

Zhao Yue'er thought that Wen Xiaotian still hadn't found a suitable one, but she didn't know that Wen Xiaotian had moved these books to her mind.

Wen Xiaotian was immersed in these books and did not know the passage of time.

Zhao Yue'er wandered around boredly.

The night passed.

A day passed.

Another day passed.

Wen Xiaotian finally finished the last book and let out a long breath. He summoned Zhao Yue'er, and Zhao Yue'er came over to re-establish the ban. Wen Xiaotian asked: "Now my brain is still a little messy, can I sort it out here first?" And the aura here is strong, which is just right for me. ”

The aura here is extremely lethal to ordinary people, such as Li Feng. But for Wen Xiaotian's perverted **, it is just right.

Zhao Yue'er thought about it and agreed. After leaving Wen Xiaotian here, Zhao Yue'er left Xiao Huantian.

In Xiao Huantian, there are many prohibitions, whether it is an old Taoist priest or a little Taoist priest, they are not worried that Wen Xiaotian will do something bad. Wen Xiaotian sat cross-legged on the edge of a puddle, and the one-yuan mental method was operating, and he began to absorb the abundant aura here. A massive amount of spiritual energy surged towards his body.

It's a great place indeed.

The liquefied true element in the body became more transparent, but in the transparency, the obvious dark luster also became clearer. With the infusion of these aura, Wen Xiaotian's internal force condensed, and it was like a bamboo. Viscous and deep, deep and vast, this is Wen Xiaotian's true yuan.

To be able to compress the true element to this extent is simply shocking.

Because Wen Xiaotian did not have any realm comprehension, his true qi still did not undergo qualitative transformation, and he was still the acquired true qi, so it was compressed and compressed again and again, and this effect was formed. If it is a different person and comprehends the innate realm, then the true qi will be directly transformed into a liquid state, and the color is not like this.

In the ordinary sense, the color of the innate true qi is nothing more than green and cloudy, or white, such as Wen Xiaotian's color, not only rare, but almost none.

In fact, the truth is not complicated.

First, Wen Xiaotian did not break through the realm, but just relied on the strength of ** to compress the true qi. This also determines that the true qi only increases in density, but there is no qualitative change. What is the same as heaven and earth, communicating the aura of heaven and earth, no distinction between you and me.

Second, the so-called qualitative change is actually like a chemical change. The change of Wen Xiaotian is a physical change. It's like whatever matter is broken down into nanometers and then recombined, and the resulting thing is also black, which is physical compression.

And because ordinary people don't have such a strong body, the path they choose can only be a routine of chemical change. Add some ingredients, burn them with a fire, and at the right temperature, make a chemical change. This creates the most essential difference between the two.

It is difficult to say who is superior and who is inferior of these two.

But, this is Wen Xiaotian's way.

The path is your own choice, and once you choose, there is no possibility of giving up.

It is to transform the true element of the gaseous state in the body into a liquid state through a special exercise method. Or is it forced compression, compressed into a liquid state? It's the same liquid, but it's different. It's like turning oxygen into water. The difference is the same as compressing oxygen into liquid oxygen.

The current Wen Xiaotian didn't think about this problem, he just kept absorbing it. Around him, because the liquefaction level had reached viscosity, there was a bone-chilling frost that spread all the way to the surroundings. After such compression, gradually, Wen Xiaotian felt the limit.

It was not the pressure of his body that reached the limit, but the low temperature that his body was subjected to, which reached the limit.