The Black Hellfire.

Beneath the hovering small dark room, the lava at the center of the earth is like a trapped beast in captivity, constantly tumbling and roaring, as if trying to break free from the shackles of this darkness.

However, whenever the core lava is too surging, overwhelming, and the sound is particularly huge, a layer of golden transparent film will appear under the Black Hell Fire Prison, which is almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and on top of this film, it is covered with obscure ancient runes.

With the impact of the lava in the center of the earth, the ancient runes on this layer of film will suddenly emit golden light, as if it has infinite suppressive power, and the surging lava in the center of the earth will be suppressed back into the lava pool again.

All that was left was black lava ash flying in the sky, and the lingering smell of sulfur.

On the third floor of the Black Hell Fire Prison, Jiang Zhan stayed quietly in the corner of the Black Hell Fire Prison and sat for another three days.

In the past three days, the total amount of True Yuan in his body has been increasing, and the True Yuan Flow, which originally occupied nearly one-third of the width of the meridians, has now skyrocketed to a thickness of nearly one-half of the width of the meridians.

Faintly, Jiang Zhan had an intuition that once the meridians in his body were completely occupied by the True Yuan, it would be time for him to reach the peak of the Qi Condensation Stage and begin to impact the Innate Stage.

Feeling the stronger and stronger aura in his body, Jiang Zhan inhaled deeply, and his energy and consciousness were completely concentrated, guiding the True Yuan Flow that had some signs of riot in his body.

And this feeling is all too familiar to him.

This feeling is clearly a precursor to the beginning of breaking through the cultivation realm!

Combing through some uncontrolled small true yuan flows in his body, the omen of a breakthrough in Jiang Zhan's heart became stronger and stronger.

In the end, after a certain True Yuan Stream collective riot, Jiang Zhan's breath relaxed slightly, he opened his eyes, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which was accompanied by bursts of scorching breath.

After ten days of penance cultivation at the third layer of the Black Hell Fire Prison, he finally advanced to the realm of the Seven Heavens of the Condensation Period.

And under the True Yuan of the Seven Heavens Realm of the Qi Condensation Period, his limbs and bones were indescribably comfortable, and the aggressive high temperature burning in the outside world at this moment was not as unbearable as before.

But there wasn't much joy on his face, and it was far from being as easy as he imagined to be from the sixth heaven of the condensation period to the seventh heaven of the condensation period, and it took him too much energy and time.

And the most important thing is that the experience of this promotion made Jiang Zhan suddenly realize how outrageous he was wrong before.

According to Jiang Zhan's previous thoughts, even without the help of the Black Hell Fire Prison, just by virtue of his own extraordinary cultivation talent, he should be able to quickly advance to the Innate Stage realm within two months.

But the facts made him completely alert, and with the sixth heaven of the condensation period as a demarcation point, he suddenly found that the amount of true yuan required to advance from the sixth heaven of the condensation period to the seventh heaven of the condensation period was even more than the five heavens and six heavens of the condensation period combined!

At this time, he was even more grateful to Liu Yan in his heart.

If he didn't have the help of the Black Hell Fire Prison, if he had cultivated on his own, it would probably be a little difficult for him to even reach the Nine Heavens of the Qi Condensation Stage after two months, let alone the Innate Realm.

This gave Jiang Zhan a deeper understanding of the cultivation path, and sure enough, every martial artist with a high realm was not so easy to achieve the current cultivation strength.

Wang Liang, Liu Yan, Nala......

The figures of the three flashed from Jiang Zhan's mind, and at this time, another figure suddenly appeared in his heart.

He is a mild young man dressed as a scholar, but only after seeing his horrific methods will he not be deceived by his harmless appearance.

Sima Madness!

"Why do they call you Sima Thief?"

“......”

"You'll find out later. ”

That arrogant but polite young man, what impressed Jiang Zhan the most was that he directly slapped the four innate martial artists into powder with a snap of his fingers!

It's like swatting a few annoying flies to death, effortlessly.

This terrifying power is so desirable......

Jiang Zhan's eyes moved slightly, and his heart was full of yearning and desire for power, the feeling of controlling power, no one could refuse.

"I hope that the next time I see you, you can truly be on par with my White Tiger. ”

Sima Zhan's words were still echoing in his ears, arousing Jiang Zhan's even stronger belligerence.

Wait......

Jiang Zhan muttered to himself, the frenzy in his eyes gradually faded, and finally turned into a calm and unfazed calm.

He knew very well that he did not have the cultivation strength to compete with him, and he could only rely on continuous efforts and breakthroughs to catch up with the terrifying realm of Sima Xiaothief.

Adjusting his sitting posture slightly, Jiang Zhan closed his eyes and entered the deep cultivation again, this time it took him a lot less time to adjust his state than before, this was due to the promotion of the cultivation realm, which made his body much more tolerant to the high temperature of the third layer of the Black Hell Fire Prison.

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Duobaomen, a solemn and mighty hall shines in the noon sun, in the lobby, the main seat hangs a gilt plaque above, four big characters are written on it, gathering guests and beckoning treasures.

Obviously, this is one of the places of hospitality in Duobaomen.

"The head of the Jiang family, why did you come to my Duobaomen this time?"

Raising his eyes to look at the middle-aged man sitting in the guest seat under the hall, the white-bearded old man's face was indifferent, and he took a sip of tea slightly.

In the face of a small force like the Jiang family, Duobaomen is indeed in a transcendent position, and the white-bearded old man naturally has the pride of the master's family in his expression.

"Three old Zhang, I, Jiang Zheng, have come to Duobaomen this time, and I do have something to ask for. ”

The head of the Jiang family clasped his fists, and on his square and atmospheric face, he was a little haggard at this time, obviously entangled in some things and exhausted.

Beside the head of the Jiang family, there was a tall, muscular man with short hair standing at this moment, who was Jiang Chen who Jiang Zhan had met in the Black Hell Fire Prison before.

"Oh, the head of the Jiang family, you just say it. ”

The white-bearded old man put the cup in his hand aside and raised his eyebrows.

As the Jiang family of Baiyan City, which has always maintained a good relationship with Duobaomen, has not paid less tribute to Duobaomen over the years, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a subsidiary force of Duobaomen.

So at this moment, the head of the Jiang family said that he had something to request, and the three elders naturally had to show the grandeur of the sect master.

"This time I came to Duobaomen, in fact, I came for children. ”

The head of the Jiang family hesitated slightly, and then spoke.

"You're the kid who was engaged to Nala before?"

The white-bearded old man frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered this long-forgotten thing.