Moon Lake is a lake blessed land of the White Cloud Sword Sect.

The reason why this lake is called Moon Lake is because of its characteristics.

During the year, there will be a day when the tides of heaven and earth will occur, and the shape of the lake will change from the usual full shape to a crescent moon.

It is also the time of the year when the aura of the blessed land here is at its peak.

There were disciples of the White Cloud Sword Sect who were contemplating their cultivation by the lakeside, but suddenly they vaguely heard a roar from the sky.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a streamer falling straight into the lake, and the originally quiet lake suddenly set off a wave at this moment.

Well?

Some disciples were puzzled, but then their eyes shone brightly.

This lake formation has failed?

There is a formation on this lake, and only the inner disciples of the White Cloud Sword Sect can enter with their identity tokens.

The rest of the people, etc., could only cultivate on the outskirts of the lake.

The blessed land has always been the key to a sect, and it is also the foundation of the sect, and the formation of this Moon Lake is personally laid out by the sect master of the Baiyun Sword Sect.

Even in the realm of transforming gods, it is not so easy to break it directly.

But even if the deacon elders of the Jindan period and even the Yuan Infant stage came here, they couldn't break the formation like this, but they had to enter step by step with their identity tokens.

Some of the disciples were active and moved directly, but they jumped towards the lake.

"Boom."

A stream of water appeared out of thin air from the surface of the lake, like a slap in the face, a random fan.

The disciple was immediately fanned dozens of feet away, and the strength was simply controlled by the formation, and the disciple was fine.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned.

The formation is not invalid?

Who is the figure that just smashed directly into the lake?

……

"Old fox, you seem to be very particular about the way of formation?"

Under the surface of the lake, Ye Wuwu glanced at the old fox Yuanying on the side.

Not to mention anything else, just Fang Cai's method of directly entering the formation without breaking the formation really shocked Ye Wuwu.

This formation was still left by the previous generation of sect masters, and his master Baiyun Sword Man Li Qingshan had also strengthened it.

Ordinary monks, let alone the Yuanying realm, even if they are great cultivators who turn into gods, it is not easy to forcibly break in like this.

Then contact the old fox Yuan Ying before and enter his cave house silently, without causing the slightest reaction from the formation.

Ye Wuwu already had a conclusion in his heart.

Yuan Ying smiled hoarsely, not affirming, but also not refuting.

As for the formation, he is indeed very studied.

In the entire demon fox clan, if it is said that the cultivation is profound and the combat power is high, he can't touch these.

But if you talk about the formation.

He Yuanying called the second, and no one called the first anymore.

"Protect the Dharma for me."

Ye Wuwu only left such a simple sentence, and walked towards the depths of the lake.

A trace of spiritual power overflowed from Ye Wuwu's body, but it was a chaotic spiritual power. 、

Ye Wuwu, he just took drugs.

He took a lot of pills to replenish his spiritual power gap.

Most of his spiritual power was previously drained by the little fox, and the remaining spiritual power was far from enough to build a foundation.

The replenishment of spiritual power, normally speaking, is actually a very long process.

Or to put it bluntly, it is not difficult to replenish spiritual power, but it is difficult to refine spiritual power.

The spiritual power in Ye Wuwu's body before, although it was not very powerful, was also accumulated little by little in his fifteen years of cultivation.

The quality of those spiritual powers is far from being comparable to the spiritual powers in the body at the moment.

According to common sense, if you want to break through the foundation, you must condense the spiritual power in your body thoroughly, which is the foundation.

But Ye Wuwu ran out of time.

Ten days, no, only a maximum of nine days left.

If he doesn't build a foundation for nine days, he will burp.

Even if it's not cool, then do you have to die again?

He wasn't in the mood to do it again, so he finally temporarily subdued Yuan Ying, figured out the little fox's life experience, and eliminated an undercover agent in the sect by the way.

The most important thing is that the demon seed in his body that was planted by Dugu Xuan seems to be different.

Dugu Xuan can no longer control his life and death through the Demon Dao Seed.

It's equivalent to one less big constraint.

This restraint is like a sharp knife hanging above Ye Wuwu's head, and the knife will fall down at any time in the hands of others, for fifteen years.

But now, the sharp knives are gone.

Of course, Ye Wuwu couldn't be sure that if Dugu Xuan drove to the west of the crane sixty years later, would he also go on the road with the other party.

But right now, Ye Wuwu feels that this is very worry-free.

Let him die again and go back again?

I don't want to kill Ye Wuwu, who can guarantee that every time I look back, things will develop in the direction that they have?

There is an uninhabited cave at the bottom of the lake, where Ye Wuwu kneels and sinks into his heart.

The first thing he had to do was to gather the messy spiritual power in his body.

Although I didn't have time to condense my spiritual power like before, I had to put it back in anyway.

When he came, Ye Wuwu, who knocked several bottles of pills on the way, could be said to be extremely chaotic with the spiritual power in his body.

"Huh?"

After a while, Ye Wuwu, whose eyes were closed, showed a little doubt on his cheeks.

It's right to sort out spiritual power, but this spiritual power dissipates too quickly, right?

No, not dissipation.

It's the foundation building spirit platform that has just condensed the prototype, and at this moment it is frantically absorbing its own spiritual power.

When building a foundation, a large amount of spiritual power is required, and the spiritual platform is to absorb spiritual power, which is a very normal thing.

It's just that the absorption is a little too fast, so that before he can condense his spiritual power, he has already been forced to integrate into the spiritual platform.

Although Ye Wuwu was a little puzzled about this, he could still understand it.

After all, this may be the legendary Heavenly Dao foundation, and it requires a little more spiritual power than the normal foundation building, and Ye Wuwu is not unacceptable.

It was okay at first, but as time went by, Ye Wuwu felt that something was gradually wrong.

At the moment, the speed of spiritual energy condensation was far from catching up with the speed at which spiritual power was absorbed and consumed.

But the foundation of the spiritual platform is still frantically absorbing spiritual power from the body.

No, no!

Stop it!

But Ye Wuwu suddenly discovered something that made him desperate.

His own foundation building platform is completely out of his control.

Can't stop.

Not to mention the condensed spiritual power at the moment, even the chaotic spiritual power was absorbed by the Zhuji Spiritual Platform in one go.

Moreover, far from enough.

If it goes on like this, Ye Wuwu is afraid that he will be directly sucked into a dry corpse and become a Baiyun Sword Sect, no, even become the first monk in the entire history of Cangjian Prefecture to die due to insufficient spiritual power.

"That guy, what the hell did you put in my dantian!"

Ye Wuwu shouted frantically in his heart.

The middle-aged scribe was also in this lake, and Ye Wuwu was very sure that when he stepped into this lake, the other party would definitely know about it.

However, the other party did not come out to see him.

Originally, I planned to talk to the scribe after the foundation was built.

Ye Wuwu was silent in his heart for a while, and then took out a few medicine bottles again.

I don't have anything else.

Drugs, I'm good at it.

A series of four porcelain bottles shattered together, revealing the pills in them, more than a dozen pills, which were swallowed by Ye Wuwu in his mouth.

When the pill entered the body, it immediately turned into surging spiritual power, which was extremely terrifying.

These spiritual powers, which could allow the monk to explode directly and die, were absorbed in Ye Wuwu's body before they were happily circulated for a few minutes.

Three more porcelain vases shattered in unison.

Suck again.

Swallow again.

Suck.

Swallow.

I don't know how long it took, until Ye Wuwu's elixir was almost exhausted, and there were dozens of white jade vials in front of him.

The power of the Lingtai was slowly weakened until it was faint.

Ye Wuwu opened his eyes with relief, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes full of relief for the rest of his life.

The divine consciousness swept through the body, and the foundation building spirit platform finally condensed and took shape at this moment.

There are five petals blooming on the altar.

But right now, only one petal is condensed and formed, and the other four are all illusory.

Well?

Why did I only bloom one flower?

Ye Wuwu was surprised for a while, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

There are a lot of strange things, for example, why are other people's foundation-building spiritual platforms all boxy and stylish, and Lao Tzu's foundation-building spiritual platforms bloom?

Shaking his head, Ye Wuwu no longer thought about the relationship, patted his sleeve, and wanted to get up and leave.

His body shook suddenly.

In just an instant, the little spiritual power left in Ye Wuwu's body was exhausted.

On the altar, the second petal at this moment slowly shines brightly.