At this time, on the ground, the sky was gradually brightening, and a touch of golden light poured down through the clouds, bathing the Wuji Peak in the brilliance of the morning sun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The City Lord's Mansion, at the same time as the morning sun poured in, a tall purple figure broke through the sky, like a colorful cloud floating, and it fell lightly beside the iron sand pool.

"Purple General!"

When they saw this purple figure, the guards on both sides fell to their knees and greeted the arrival of this person in unison.

This person was none other than Ziyunyan, who had just come from the city wall, she stood silently on the ground, staring at the iron sand pool on the ground with beautiful eyes, but she didn't speak for a while.

The blood stains in the iron sand pool did not dry, under the reflection of the sunlight, it looked a little shocking, this was simply a dry blood pool, the scene of the practice at that time, how terrible it was to think of it at this time?

How much blood does it have to drain to dye this pool of iron sand like that?

Somehow, Zi Yunyan's psychology seemed to be a little unbearable, of course she knew the pain of skin refining, especially from the layer of the spirit snake's molting, but it was always gradual, but no one was so desperate to refine the method.

But the strange thing is that he actually refined it very quickly, and began to cultivate the golden cicada shelling, that is, the last layer of molting and shelling.

"Young City Lord, when did you start cultivating the Golden Cicada Shell?"

At this time, Zi Yunyan suddenly thought of a question, which was also an extremely critical question, it was not so easy for the golden cicada to come out of its shell, and ordinary people would not stay underground for a long time.

"Returning to General Zi!"

The guard on the side immediately responded, and said in a respectful tone: "Just yesterday evening, the young city lord spirit snake molted its skin and began to dive underground to cultivate the golden cicada to shed its shell. ”

"Yesterday evening?"

Zi Yunyan's brows frowned slightly, it had been six hours, if it was a martial artist of the fourth layer of the ordinary Yuan Body, he was afraid that his vitality had been exhausted now, and he couldn't help but break out of the ground.

In fact, this is the same as diving, novices at the beginning of the underwater will definitely soon feel suffocated, and have to surface.

Although Yi Tian is not an ordinary person, but the time is indeed a little long, Zi Yunyan's heart became inexplicably worried, she immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, put her hands in front of her knees, and seemed to start to close her eyes and sit down.

The morning sun came to her face, shining on her eyebrows, reflecting a brilliant light, revealing a holy aura, and the guards did not dare to look up.

Zi Yunyan's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, but she could still see it, not with her eyes, but with her mental power.

The ten layers of the Yuan Body, the realm of concentrating the gods, is to use the Yuan Qi to refine the brain and improve the perception ability of the martial artist.

This kind of perceptual ability, which is somewhat inexplicable, is an invisible force that is innate to anyone.

To give a simple example, when you close your eyes and someone puts their finger close to the center of your eyebrows, they will definitely notice something, and this is the perception ability, which is called divine consciousness in martial arts cultivation.

Before the reinforcement, this power is usually very weak, and although it is free from the brain, it is absent and has no obvious effect.

But after the tenth layer of the Yuan body, the brain opens up a sea of consciousness in the mind through the tempering of the Yuan Qi, which can gather this power together, and the perception ability can be improved.

At this time, Ziyunyan's divine consciousness had already been released, and it was slender within a radius of a few zhang, and any wind and grass would be difficult to escape her induction at this time.

Although it is said that there is thick soil and rocks underground, it is difficult to resist the penetration of divine consciousness, but the intensity of perception will be lower and lower.

But fortunately, Yi Tian was not very far from the ground, only three or five zhang, so in just a few moments, he was captured by Ziyunyan's divine sense.

In this way, Ziyunyan sensed him, but in her sea of consciousness, it was just a white cocoon of light, and there seemed to be a sound coming from it, which was the beating of the heart.

Of course, Ziyunyan understood that Yi Tian, who was in the light cocoon at this time, should have completed five molts, which was the most critical time for the golden cicada to shed its shell.

Martial artists usually cultivate at this time, and they will be successful due to the failure of their vitality, and without the accumulation of penance, there is no possibility of refining at all.

But for Yi Tian, this is just the first time, he really has a full certainty?

Zi Yunyan couldn't help but be a little worried, her divine sense slowly penetrated over, gently wrapping the light cocoon, trying to convey a warm and safe message.

Underground light cocoons, due to the light emitted, usually attract underground creatures to watch, such as some ants, earthworms, mice, etc., and may even attract a poisonous snake.

If this is the case, although there is no danger, it is very troublesome, and it will affect the mind of the martial artist, if the mind is restless, how can he cultivate?

But at this time, with the Purple Cloud Smoke Divine Consciousness Protector, any creature that approached would be expelled from it, and cultivation would naturally be no matter what it was.

For all this, Yi Tian suddenly didn't know, but he felt that he suddenly became warm and sweet, like being in his mother's arms, and that feeling made people extremely attached.

At this time, he is like a golden cicada, quietly lurking in the ground, unless he is hungry and thirsty, he will silently suck the sap of the roots, and he will not move here.

In this way, day after day, year after year, I don't know how long it has been, he has forgotten everything, just remembering that he is a cicada.

God gave him seventeen years of life, but he also had to lurk underground for seventeen years, and the life on the ground was only sixty days.

He hated the darkness, the withered smell of the rotting leaves, the weight of the earth that weighed him on the verge of suffocation, and especially the long coldness, almost on the verge of collapse.

He always had a strong desire to break through the ground, but the changes in his body told him that it was far from time.

Although he is still growing up in the long wait and has begun to molt for the second time, there is still a long way to go before it ends.

However, Yi Tian didn't know that all the changes in his body at this time could not escape Zi Yunyan's perception, although such a process was incomparably long, but it was also as short as a moment.

Just in the early morning sun, when Ziyunyan began to sit cross-legged, time seemed to be frozen forever at that moment, she didn't move from beginning to end, only the shadow she dragged behind her, moving from the west to the east, which was always facing away from the sun.

The remnant sun began to set west, this day was so short, but in Yi Tian's world, it seemed that in the past few years, he had begun to molt for the fourth time.

At this time, a hundred miles away, this was originally a barren wilderness, and in a place that was usually deserted, hundreds of red tents were erected at this time.

Around these tents, you can see red-armored soldiers dressed in gold and sharp, some of them cut grass to feed the horses, and some bury pots to make food, which seems to be in an orderly manner.

Along the periphery of the tent, there was a cavalry every ten paces away, all of them were dressed in gold and holding sharp horses, as if they were ready for battle at any time, they were all wearing red armor, and the mounts under the crotch were also red like flames, it was the fire lion iron horse of Lion Camel City.

These tents are built on the mountain, surrounded by a red military tent with stars and moons, and the guards around them are fiercely fighting, which looks unusual, and seems to be the camp tent of the main general.

At this time, although the night has not completely fallen, in this military tent, the lights have been lit, and a burly figure inside is faintly reflected.

This person is the lion biao, the fourth deputy general of the Shenwu Army of the Lion Camel City, as Ziyunyan expected, he did not give up and temporarily set up the fire lion cavalry here, which is obviously a plot against Wuji City.

At this time, Shi Biao was also doing the same thing, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and completely released his divine consciousness.

Although it is also the tenth layer of the Yuan Body, compared to Zi Yunyan, his cultivation is obviously not at home, and his divine consciousness can only be placed outside the military tent, so it is difficult to take half a step forward.

Therefore, Shi Biao could only count the soldiers guarding the camp once, this was already his daily use of divine sense, and it was the only thing he could do at present, and then he tried to move forward, but soon he felt tired, and there was a wave of dizziness in his brain, and his divine consciousness seemed to be withdrawn like a tide.

"Hey, fuck!"

Shi Biao couldn't help but sigh and opened his tired eyes, he had stopped here for a long time, and his divine sense was less than three or five feet away, how could this impact the Yuan Vein realm?

As soon as he thought of this, the look on his face was a little bitter, and he reached out and groped in his arms for a long time, but took out a big gourd and played with it carefully.

"If the divine sense is released less than ten zhang, the realm of condensation is unstable, even if Lao Tzu has the Yuan Mai Pill, he doesn't know when he can take it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Biao shook his head dejectedly, as the four deputy generals of Lion Camel City, only his cultivation was stagnant, if it was still like this, I am afraid that the future will not be easy.

For breaking through the realm of the Yuan Vein, Shi Biao has almost exhausted all means, and has prepared the Yuan Vein Pill, which is the gourd in his hand, which is held in the palm of his hand as a treasure, and carefully opens the top and seals it.

In an instant, a ray of light rushed out in it, and the streamer overflowed, accompanied by bursts of strange fragrances, the abundant vitality, rich as if to turn into water, if you let the person with the root smell it, you can immediately break through the first layer of the yuan body.

"Yuan Mai Dan! Lao Tzu's net worth and life are all on you. ”

Shi Biao's face was full of greed, he was not wrong, the Yuan Mai Pill in his hand was indeed hard-won, not only spent most of his life accumulating, but also in debt for this, but all the friends who had some friendship with him in Lion Camel City were almost all borrowed again and again to get this priceless elixir.

Therefore, even if he couldn't find any oil and water at all due to the barrenness of Wuji City, he still didn't want to give up in vain, and there was no way to do it, but fortunately, Bai Zhanyu offered him advice.