Walking north, the winter cold is getting heavier; Guanzhong is still just after the first snowfall, but the villages in the north are already covered in snow, and the snow is white; in the cold season, people not only have to wrap their coats tightly when they go out, but also carry a pot of liquor on their backs to resist the severe cold.

Lu Hong rode the little red horse all the way to see not many pedestrians, there were few pedestrians in the north, and there was no business travel, so there was often not even a decent restaurant in the town or in the village, and he could only spend the night in the peasant's house or find a dilapidated temple for the night, and then continue to hurry when he woke up the next morning.

But there was no news from the Northlands.

In the past, when I went to Dasheng Pass, there were small doctors and evil people who responded from within, and there were also Sun Yao, Skylark, and Wuchen to help, but this time I went to the Northern Regions alone; Fortunately, he was accustomed to a life of spiritual practice, and he didn't feel particularly depressed.

In the early morning, the thin mat was short, and the cold wind tore the paper-paste window, whistling in along the huge gap, Rao is that he had already carried the aura to protect the body and was also disturbed to wake up, so he pushed away the short quilt, got dressed, looked back at the Buddha statue that was dilapidated but still solemn, stretched his waist, and walked out of the temple after taking care of the horse's sideburns for the little red horse.

This dilapidated temple is facing several acres of wheat fields, and the crops in the fields are covered with a layer of snow white, some of which are bent over, while others are straight and vibrant.

Lu Hong didn't feel that he was in a good mood, so he walked to the ridge on the high place and sat cross-legged, breathing in luck and consolidating the realm of cultivation.

The difference is that if you want to have a strong foundation, there is no other way than diligent penance, and there is no shortcut; the realm is different, the state of mind of the monk is not only closely related to the foundation, but also closely related to understanding, talent and life experience; in the seven realms of the mortal world, some people can cultivate to the realm of transformation in just ten years, and there are also those who are sluggish and cannot cross the realm of transformation into a dragon in the end.

Lu Hong also heard that there are wonderful and brilliant people who can ascend to the sky in one step, starting from the step of the void, through the mysteries, and entering the secluded, skipping the dragon gate, turning into the realm, and directly entering the realm of the champion, and even becoming a half-immortal; "There are very few people who survive the thunderstorm.

In Lu Hong's impression, only the Nanhai Guanyin Sect, Kunlun Fairyland and some overseas immortal sects have perfected the technique of bridging, and they have specialized in cultivating a technique for the thunder tribulation, which makes the delusion of ascending to the sky in one step become true;

Lu Hong had already broken through the realm of the Great Victory Pass, and broke through the transformation realm from the Dragon Gate in one fell swoop, becoming a nominal great master; it was only because of the thin aura of the Great Victory Pass that he could not consolidate his foundation, improve his aura, and become a real great master.

The north is bitterly cold, sparsely populated, and there are many animals and birds, but the aura is very abundant; the monks who first peeked into the path could not endure the severe cold here, and the old monsters above the top chose the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and the Taoist law was naturally the place to perceive the way of heaven, and only he was the most suitable monk to practice in this place.

Holding the Dharma seal in his hand and running the Mixed Yuan Gong, the spiritual energy from all directions converged into his body like a trickle, and quickly filled his dantian.

Although it is very domineering, it affects the mind very much when practicing, and it is easy to fall into demons; and if the gluttonous soul does not awaken this mental method, it will be half the effort, and the burden it will bring to himself is not small.

Mixed Yuan One Qigong belongs to the Daomen Sect, which can not only help him refine his state of mind but also not stir the Quartet's aura like gluttony;

Juanjuan's spirit flowed into his body, flowing into the tendons and veins along his limbs and hundreds of bones slowly combed through his body, over and over again, and Lu Hong's dantian was also quickly washed.

After the realm breakthrough, due to the failure to get the spiritual energy in time, his body has not been able to be refined, the dantian is even more hungry and thirsty, and the mud pill palace that has been nearly doubled seems to be extremely empty;

"Whew",

At this moment, a roar came from the Purple Mansion, and the Dao Dao aura that rushed towards the Purple Mansion disappeared under Lu Hong's eyes like a mud cow entering the sea in an instant.

Those auras vanished out of thin air.

Lu Hong was shocked in his heart, and immediately saw a pair of beast-like eyes stealing out of the hazy Purple Mansion, and the black aura outlined a vague and young figure in the sky above the Purple Mansion, looking like a six or seven-year-old child from a distance.

"It's ...... A young species of limb?",

When Shen Nian entered the Mud Pill Palace and looked at the Purple Mansion from afar, Lu Hong's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

This is a young species of limb ghost that has been refined by the sword owl, and in just two months, it has grown from a newborn baby to a six- or seven-year-old boy?

It's just that the boy's facial features are hidden in the swirling black gas, and his limbs can't be seen clearly, only the beast-like eyes are terrifying.

He is only two months old, not even a baby, but the kind of fierce aura exuded from his body has made even Lu Hong feel jealous.

His true body movement was non-stop, and more spiritual energy flowed into his body between breathing and breathing, but none of them could enter the Purple Mansion, and all of them were devoured by the young species of limb ghosts when they got close.

The juvenile limbs were no more than three feet in size, but when they sucked up the aura, they were like a whale swallowing a cow's drink, and the terrible roar when they opened their teeth and danced their claws pierced into people's ears like sharp knives, and Lu Hong felt unbearable.

Although it is vicious, it has been refined by the sword owl, and now it is like an underage Gu King, desperately in need of aura, and Lu Hong can clearly feel that part of the aura that was swallowed by it spit out from the body that has not yet been embodied, flowing down to make the Purple Mansion more full.

They really seem to have become a community.