Xuantian nodded when he heard this, feeling that the big world of the Turtle Ancestor could also be used, and it was a good place to be clean.

In the end, the white turtle took Xuantian to the Heavenly Absolute Valley. Xuantian entered the depths of the Heavenly Absolute Valley, and once again came to that barren world.

"Are you sure of enlightenment?" the white turtle was curious, his eyes widened, and he looked at Xuantian.

"I'm sure I'm going to become enlightened, but I'm still feeling a little inadequate. In this way, you go to the outside world and help me do it. Xuantian said, and after thinking about it, he felt that there were still a thousand kinds of true blood in his spirit tripod that had not been collected.

He wrote a list, listed these true bloods one by one, and sent the white turtle to the outside world to buy it.

This time, the white turtle didn't skimp, and readily agreed. And said that the fifth piece of heaven and earth is complete, and all the blood of the ancient races can be bought.

Three months later, the White Turtle returned and successfully collected all the true blood for Xuantian.

"Buzz!"

Xuantian controlled the spirit mirror and devoured all these true bloods. On the other side, the spirit tripod also reacted quickly, and thousands of phantoms of ancient fierce beasts fell from the sky and entered that strange space.

"Good. I'm going to start!" Xuantian said, took out his spirit tripod, turned it into the size of a house, and put it on the ground, weighing 10,000 catties, and the whole body was pitch black.

This tripod is strange, it is engraved with various images, there are more than 10,000 of them, it is covered with the wall of the tripod, and it is extraordinary.

"Take the tripod as a furnace and sacrifice your own body. Xuantian groaned, took off all the clothes on his body, and then jumped into the spirit ding.

"The mirror is the sky, that is the meaning of the lid, and it needs to be supplemented by this. He said, magnifying the spirit mirror a hundred times, just above the spirit tripod.

In this way, Xuantian's path to enlightenment began. He wants to use the power of his spirit to temper his body and achieve clay figures.

The process is complicated. However, when it comes to him, it seems to be simpler, because with the essence of the Nine Dragons Sun and Moon Fruit as a guide, his clay figure is very flat, and he has a starting line that others don't have.

The tortoise was watching from the outside and could not see what was going on inside, but it could hear some fragmentary sounds.

"It seems to be cooking rice in it, is the water boiling?" The white turtle was curious, and circled around the Xuantian Lingding, and heard the sound of 'puff puff' from it.

Two months later, the sound changed to a roar.

"Is this going to explode? I'm standing next to it, will it be dangerous?" the white turtle lay on the ground, and immediately jumped up and moved away.

Three years later, the roar disappeared, replaced by the roar of ten thousand beasts, as if there were a group of beasts rushing in the ding, the sound was chaotic, but very turbulent.

"What is it? Could it be that this guy secretly raised a lot of wild beasts?" the white turtle watched from afar, curiously watching the Lingding, and finally, it lay on the top of the Dingding, wanting to open it to see. However, the spirit mirror was too heavy, as if it had been sealed, and it did not succeed.

"Damn, you secretly did so many private things behind my back. It squinted, really curious about the scene inside. For Xuantian Lingding to have a thousand worlds, it really doesn't know.

Xuantian didn't tell anyone, including the white turtle.

In fact, the current Xuantian is doing a big thing in the Ding. His figure was hazy, the entire Ding was full of mist, and the phantoms of many ancient beasts manifested in his Spirit Ding, and finally merged into Xuantian's body.

Blood-stained all races, winning the world. This sentence is very domineering. However, now Xuantian obtained the opposite, he wanted to fuse the blood of all races and hit one, which also included the mysterious golden blood, which was also pulled out by him and smelted into his body.

One of the most important aspects of the clay figure level is to evolve the blood in one's body and integrate it into one's body.

A real clay figure is composed of holy clay throughout its body, and there is not the slightest blood on its body.

The process of smelting the true blood of all races is complex and huge. It used up most of Xuantian's time and experience.

Soon, a hundred years have passed, and the Xuantian Ding has been covered with a thick layer of dust, and the sound of ten thousand beasts galloping inside has finally slowly disappeared.

After spending so much time, Xuantian finally collected the blood of ten thousand beasts in his life and integrated it all into his body. When the white turtle came in, Dingnei had already entered another link, emitting the roar of the rumbling avenue, as if there were three thousand Taoist priests chanting, nine thousand gods and Buddhas chanting, and the sound of dragons and phoenixes.

"Hey, I'm not here for a while, are there a lot of bald people getting into it?" the white turtle glared and startled. It hurriedly lay on the edge of the tripod and listened carefully.

This is the sound of the Great Dao that appeared when Xuantian advanced to the clay figure. The white turtle listened carefully, and soon, a figure of a saint appeared in his mind, hazy and vague, wearing Taoist robes, as if preaching to it.

The white turtle felt it seriously and thought it was a good opportunity to advance. But in the end, it still gave up, what a bald Taoist, the most annoying thing in this life.

"I don't believe in Buddhism, I don't believe in Taoism, I only believe in myself. The white turtle said, erasing the image of the saint from his mind, and finally replaced it with his own figure.

Then, it left, knowing that it would take a long time for Xuantian to become enlightened.

Thirty years later, the white tortoise came here and found that the whole barren time was filled with a fragrant fragrance, which was refreshing.

"Is this guy refining elixir? It's even more fragrant than what my little millstone refines. The white turtle was taken aback, and Harazi stayed.

It circled around the Lingding, seeking its way in, but every time it approached, it was shaken open by a strange force.

"Damn it. So stingy, be careful I'll lock you up here in the future. The white turtle muttered and left sullenly. He promised never to come here again next time.

Twenty years passed in a flash again, and the white turtle came again, and it still couldn't help but be curious in its heart, wanting to see Xuantian's progress.

Xuantian's Lingding has changed. No longer emitting a fragrance, a hazy earthy yellow mist appeared, enveloping the world, covering an area of tens of miles.

"Boom!"

Moreover, the 'lid' on the tripod was turning at the moment, and the inside of the entire Lingding seemed to be boiling, and there was a concussive sound.

". This guy has entered his final moments, and if he doesn't get it right, he'll have a big bang. "The white turtle changes color, as early as two hundred years ago, Xuantian had an explanation, once it became a clay man, the breath of enlightenment soared to the sky, the power was shocking, and no one was allowed to stand around.

"Kill a thousand knives, if you don't get it, I'll die. The white turtle was frightened, "Woo!" and immediately left, running out of this barren world.

This wait is another ten years of hard work.

On this day, the entire Heavenly Absolute Valley suddenly "boom!", there was a big shock, and the entire Ten Thousand Dry Plains were shaking.

"Phew!"

In this piece of heaven and earth, many sharp eyes crossed countless lands and looked towards the Heavenly Absolute Valley. However, they could not see the specific situation, because the valley of heaven was sacred, and it was cut off from all eyes.

Of course, what they could feel was a powerful aura that soared into the sky and shook the entire world.

The barren world in the Heavenly Absolute Valley is completely out of shape. The terrifying aura of the clay figurines spread, and suddenly exploded like a bomb, destroying the entire world.

"Boom!"

This barren world, under this extremely strong impact, began to shatter, split into countless pieces, and was about to disappear into the void space.

"Boom!"

On the ground, there was an earthy yellow mist. In the mist was a hazy figure, and he lifted his leg and stomped lightly on the ground. Suddenly, the shattered world condensed again, returning to its original barren appearance.

Next, the earthy yellow mist in this world converged, and all gathered in the center, entering the body of the figure.

It can be seen that this is a young man, with earthy yellow hair flying, earthy yellow face, cold eyes blooming with cold light, and his whole body has a desolate atmosphere, swallowing mountains and rivers, and the whole world seems to be bleak for him.

Such characters are amazing. To achieve the realm of clay figures, just the light of the eyes is enough to destroy a small world.

It was Xuantian who, after spending two hundred years, had integrated into the blood of all races and created the magical power of 'Ten Thousand Races Divine Fist'. In addition, he also comprehended other magical powers that shocked the time.

"Step back in time. ”

Xuantian roared, exerting this magical power of comprehension, and suddenly, the surrounding time and space began to be confused, and the power of the years fell. Ten thousand catties of boulders turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and time seemed to go back to 10,000 years ago.

"I have the blood of time in my body, and it turns out that it is the golden blood. He muttered to himself, and then put on his robe.

"Wow!"

He took one step, and in just one step, he crossed hundreds of millions of miles of land and came to the exit of this barren world. Coincidentally, this guy from the white turtle also came here. It came by hearing the sound, and the movement just now was so loud that even the deaf could hear it.

"You guy, have you become a clay figure?" the white turtle was startled, glaring, observing Xuantian.

"Well, I'm a clay man. The road was untenable, and I finally came to it. Xuantian said, then pulled up the white turtle and walked to the outside of the Heavenly Absolute Valley.

"Hey, you can't do this, you will be killed by the runes of the Heavenly Absolute Valley, even if it is a clay man, it will fall here. The white turtle shouted, reminding.

However, Xuantian's whole body exuded an aura of desolation, and wherever he passed, all the runes retreated. Some of the runes were not frightened by Xuantian's breath, but under Xuantian's eyes, they gradually faded.

". My Heavenly Valley still needs these runes to protect it, so don't you run out of my runes. The white turtle shouted, and while dissatisfied, he was also shocked by Xuantian's strength, and he could walk around the Heavenly Absolute Valley at will.

You know, this is the place where a clay figure will also be killed.

At this moment, it also noticed something unusual about Xuantian. There was no clay figure mark on his forehead.

When the white turtle reacted, Xuantian had already taken it to the outside of the Heavenly Absolute Valley. On the side, the old vine, the white fat man, the little scimitar, etc. surrounded one after another, full of respect for Xuantian.

"Hey. Why is there no mark on your forehead. Is it hidden by you? The white turtle asked, wondering in his heart.

"Green leaf mark, after I advanced to the clay figure, it seems that unlike others, I don't even have a mark of strength. Xuantian said, frowning.

"Then what's the matter with you, what kind of realm is it?" the white turtle wondered.

"I can't say for sure, after all, I haven't seen a two-leaf clay man. However, I can assert that my strength is much stronger than that of a clay man. Xuantian said, having this feeling.

Compared to the Ancient Five, he felt that he was too strong than this guy, and he only needed one hand to overturn him.

This is the intuition of the strong, he has felt the breath of a clay man.