A thunderbolt slashed directly towards Han Xiao!

The thunder lit up the sky, causing countless creatures below to tremble.

Lin Xiao'er, who was standing behind Han Xiao, bit her lip and subconsciously clenched the sword pill in her palm.

The power of the thunder made her unconsciously want to escape, but the thunder slashed at Han Xiao, making her can't help but take a step forward.

She raised her hand, and a faint sword aura shone on the sword pill.

"I'll do it myself. ”

Han Xiao let out a low snort, and the ten-zhang dragon shadow behind him slowly condensed, and the spurting dragon scales flickered with a faint luster.

"Drink—"

With a punch, the dragon shadow turned into a fist and rushed into the sky, colliding with the thunder that slashed down.

"Boom-"

Thunder enveloped the dragon's shadows, constantly intertwining.

After a few breaths, the thunder light dissipated, and the dragon shadow dimmed for a minute, flying back upside down, merging into Han Xiao's body.

The flying dragon contaminated with the thunder tribulation entered his body, and he was shocked, and the lightning around his body was swirling.

The blue tendons on his forehead burst out, suppressing the restlessness of the power of the Heavenly Tribulation in his body, pouring all these powers into the meridians, and constantly running.

"Boom-"

Without giving him time to refine the power of the Thunder Tribulation, several lightning rays fell in the sky.

"It's good to come!"

Han Xiao shouted violently, his feet on the ground, like a reckless ox, and the horns above his head hit the sky!

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

......

Thunder light struck Han Xiao's body, bathing him in the pool of thunder light.

The lightning swept through his body with unparalleled force, as if it was about to tear him to shreds.

After a hundred breaths, the thunder light finally disappeared.

Han Xiao was scorched black and ragged.

But he was still hanging in the air, and he was full of fighting intent, raised his head, and the light flashed in his eyes.

The power of the Heavenly Tribulation entered his body, constantly fusing his own qi, blood and spiritual power.

The spiritual power in the more than 10,000 acupoints continued to blend in his body, condensing the qi and blood in his body to the extreme.

A column of smoke as red as mercury rose into the sky.

"Pillar of blood and smoke!"

Xu Fu below had a look of shock on his face.

Own master, when did you become a martial arts practitioner?

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to be provoked by Han Xiao.

Billowing clouds of smoke converged and turned into thunderclouds that covered the sky.

An arm-thick bolt of lightning fell, slashing straight at the top of Han Xiao's head.

The power of this electric light was so strong that it had surpassed the limits that ordinary Jindan first-level realm cultivators could resist.

Han Xiao knew that this was his fellow spiritual martial artist, which had aroused the vigilance of the Heavenly Dao.

If he relied on his own strength, he would not be able to resist this thunderstorm.

However, he did not have the slightest fear, and hung ten feet high, and in a flash of inspiration, a black wooden staff appeared in his hand.

6,000 years of lightning strike wood.

He stretched out his hand, and the lightning strike wood met the thunder light.

All the lightning light was drawn by the lightning strike wood, enveloping it.

The so-called lightning strike wood is the torso of the wood spiritual object that has supported the thunder tribulation.

For this part of the torso, it has already undergone the baptism of thunder, and it is not afraid of thunder.

Let the lightning light entangle, the lightning strike wood kept clashing, and the torso became charred and slender.

After a hundred breaths, the thunder dissipated.

Han Xiao stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the lightning strike wood was recalled.

It's just that at this time, the lightning strike wood is only three feet long and the thickness of the index finger. 、

Grasped by Han Xiao, the power of Dao destruction poured into his palm.

The strength of this piece of wood is a hundred times stronger than before.

Han Xiao shook his head regretfully.

If this wooden stick is thicker and used to refine the sword, it must be a powerful thunder sword.

It's just that now, it's too thin to refine a sword weapon.

In the sky, all the calamity clouds converged into an explosive thunderbolt that rushed straight towards Han Xiao.

This is the last thunderstorm.

Under this thunderstorm, Xu Fu and Lin Xiao'er's faces turned pale and kept retreating.

"Hum—"

Han Xiao was pressed down by the thunder light in the sky, and his body kept falling.

With a battle intent in his eyes, he reached out and took out the golden dragon scales the size of a palm, held them in the palm of his hand, and his body did not retreat but advanced, rushing to the sky.

Ten zhang.

Baizhang.

Five hundred zhang.

Qianzhang!

His body had swooped into the clouds, enveloped in black thunderclouds.

"Kill!"

He let out a loud cry, and his right hand holding the dragon scales swung forward, and the qi and blood all over his body merged with the dragon shadow behind him, and rushed into the thunderclouds.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

Among the dragon scales, the golden dragon shadow circulated, roaring, rushing out of the golden scales, and swallowing up the clouds of calamity together with the dragon shadow behind Han Xiao.

Lin Xiao'er looked up at the sky, and in the dark clouds, the golden light that shone from time to time reminded that Han Xiao had not fallen in the thunderstorm.

Ten breaths.

Hundred breaths.

A quarter of an hour.

An hour.

One day.

Three days later, the clouds in the sky had dissipated, leaving only a hundred-foot golden dragon shadow constantly swimming.

Half a day later, the golden dragon shadow exploded with a "bang".

It turned into endless golden light and enveloped Han Xiao and burrowed into his body.

This power is like a surging river, and it instantly changes along his meridians, and after breaking through the three thousand acupoints, the dragon returns to the sea and goes straight into the dantian.

"Boom-"

Han Xiao, who had been suppressing the cultivation realm, could no longer suppress it, and the spiritual power in his body was surging, rising in the dantian.

Spiritual power enters the dantian and casts the foundation of cultivation.

At this moment, Han Xiao's spiritual power cultivation directly crossed the peak of the Qi Refining Realm and became a foundation building cultivator.

Rushing away from the dantian, the golden power consumed a dime.

Han Xiao's spiritual power pushed, and the golden power began to spin in his dantian.

Every time the golden power rotated in the dantian, his dantian expanded by one point.

Generally, when you first enter the foundation, the dantian is about a foot square.

Each time the realm is raised, the dantian space will expand three or five times.

For ordinary ninth-level cultivators, the dantian space will have a radius of about ten zhang.

But Han Xiao's dantian has just been opened up, and it is the size of a zhang.

After a hundred breaths, his dantian has been opened up for ten zhang square.

If he expands further, he may be able to get married in one step.

But now is not the time to achieve Jindan.

He was full of qi and blood, rushed into the dantian, suppressed the golden power, and turned into a golden dragon scale.

The scales of this dragon are still full of great power.

Helping Han Xiao build a foundation has not yet consumed one percent of the dragon power in the dragon scales.

Moreover, Han Xiao and this dragon scale are using each other, and turning into a dragon under the Heavenly Tribulation is also of great benefit to this dragon scale.

The dragon scales continued to swirl in his dantian, emitting a trace of power, quietly sharpening his body.

Han Xiao, who was stained with gold, walked down step by step from the sky.

Behind him, three golden ten-zhang dragon shadows continued to intertwine and roar.

The power of the three dragons!

Later generations had some quantitative standards for the strength of martial arts practitioners.

One ox and ten thousand catties is equivalent to the middle stage of gas refining.

One tiger is 100,000 catties, which is equivalent to the combat power of an ordinary foundation building third-layer cultivator.

One dragon is a million catties, not inferior to the cultivators of the second layer of Jindan.

At this time, Han Xiao, with the power of the three dragons, was already able to compete with the cultivators in the early stage of Jindan.

He walked down step by step, and the golden dragon on his body slowly merged into his body.

The power of these three dragons is his martial arts achievement, and it is pure martial arts cultivation.

And his spiritual cultivation is already a foundation realm.

It's just that for him from later generations, the ten-zhang dantian is far from the pinnacle of foundation building.

To build a foundation and build the foundation of the Great Dao, if you want to go far on the path of cultivation, you must lay a solid foundation.

"Congratulations to the master, the achievement of the martial arts Jindan. ”

Xu Fu took a step forward and bowed and shouted.

Lin Xiao'er also stepped forward and bowed lightly.

In the Jindan realm, in the entire Changning County, there are only three or five people.

Each of these three or five people is the existence of tens of millions of people in the palm of their hands.

I didn't expect Han Xiao to have such a cultivation at such an age.

"It's just a small step on the path of cultivation, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

Han Xiao waved his hand, as if he had simply broken through.