The tide rises and falls, and the lake is moonlight.

Above the cloud boat, there were disciples of the White Cloud Sword Sect who couldn't help but be fascinated by this scene.

But immediately, Elder Hu's slightly rough shout came from his ears.

"Why are you still stunned, why don't you meditate and cultivate quickly."

The waves that are churning and slapping on the lakeside, if you feel it carefully, you will notice the difference at a glance.

The tide was all made up of aura.

For some reason, there was a sudden moment between heaven and earth where the aura was so thick that it was almost substantial, attached to the waves, and with the tide surging, it was layered on top of each other, as if it would never stop.

Seeing this scene, more than 100 disciples immediately stopped hesitating, calmed down, crossed their knees on the spot, and began to cultivate.

Just one day of cultivation can be worth the weekday and one month of cultivation.

This is the real essence of the great class.

The opportunities that can't be touched by casual cultivation in the outside world at all, in the Baiyun Sword Sect, but in the Qi Refining Period, disciples can have the opportunity to try.

And under the bottom of the lake, Ye Wuwu also meditated quietly and breathed.

The absorption of spiritual power has been going on for a long, long time.

The petals of the Lingtai gradually emitted a demonic light, and Ye Wuwu didn't know whether it was good or bad for a while, but at least, for him at the moment, this result was not the worst.

A hint of coolness came from his side, making him feel refreshed, as if the entire pore of his body was opening up.

This is spiritual power.

Isn't the spiritual power in the lake already dried up? Why is there so many auras all of a sudden?

A trace of doubt flashed under the closed eyes, but then something came to mind, and he no longer hesitated.

The link of demonic power was abandoned by him for a moment, and he began to extract spiritual energy frantically.

A vortex of aura that was the same as Fang Cai appeared around Ye Wuwu's body, and only the old fox who was still standing on the side smiled bitterly.

Half an hour.

In just half an hour, he felt that half of his demonic power had been hollowed out.

Although the realm has fallen to the primordial infant, the quality and quantity of demonic power have never been missing.

In other words, Ye Wuwu had absorbed half of the demonic power equivalent to the realm of transforming into a god in just half an hour.

Is this a foundation?

If Yuan Ying hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid it would be a joke when I heard it.

"In that case, it should be enough......

The four petals in the body are already condensing and forming at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment, emitting brilliance.

One more moment, one more incense stick!

Ye Wuwu didn't have any joy in his heart, and he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Not to mention why Zhuji consumes so much spiritual power, let's just say that there is still one petal left at the moment, and there is no movement at all.

The fifth petal, even if the aura here is strong, Ye Wuwu is also confident, the aura generated by this tide is definitely enough for the fifth petal to absorb.

But the fifth petal was as dead as silence, unmoved.

Ye Wuwu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

On top of the cloud boat, hundreds of disciples were meditating and cultivating, and Elder Hu stood with his hands in his hands, standing in front of the cloud boat with a majestic expression.

His eyes swept over the surface of the lake and stared at it for a long time, but in the end, he snorted coldly and vented his dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, this tidal vision of heaven and earth has supplemented the aura of Moon Lake, otherwise, this Moon Lake is really just an ordinary lake.

I don't know what happened to the small party at the bottom of the lake.

The thoughts in my heart are not over, but there is a look in my eyes.

Immediately afterward, his stunned expression turned to anger.

After the aura was magnificent, the whirlpool on the surface of the lake actually reappeared.

The whirlpool rolled up the waves, but countless majestic spiritual energy poured into the whirlpool.

There is only so much aura, and if the vortex absorbs the aura, the spiritual power that can be absorbed on the cloud boat will naturally decrease.

An extremely intelligent disciple noticed the abnormality and stepped forward and asked carefully.

"Elder, I think we should set up a spirit gathering array? It seems that someone is stealing the aura from us. ”

Elder Hu was angry at the moment, listening to his disciple's words, and suddenly the fire of ignorance karma was exhausted.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

“……”

After the disciples retreated tremblingly, Elder Hu joined forces with the rest of the Dharma Protector Elders and began to arrange the Spirit Gathering Array.

It didn't take long for a spirit gathering formation to rise from the cloud boat, but it was competing for spiritual power with the vortex at the bottom of the lake.

Under the bottom of the lake, Ye Wuwu's figure was slightly stunned, but then, he was surprised to find that the four petals in his body had quietly bloomed.

The flowers on the altar are blooming, and the brilliance on the petals is revealed, and there is a little bit of demony.

But the only fly in the ointment is that there is a petal missing between the flowers.

The fifth petal is still just a phantom at the moment.

Ye Wuwu didn't know how to condense these petals, he just clearly knew that the demon spirit platform in his body no longer absorbed any spiritual power at this moment.

There was no restraint around his body, and between breaths, Ye Wuwu's figure slowly stood up under the water.

The eighteen-year-old demonic young man stretched his body gently at this moment, and even under the water, he could hear the sound of bones in his body.

"This body is really a little fragile."

He muttered to himself.

Under the huge spiritual pressure, he crossed his knees for three days, even if there were four petals in the next few days, the spiritual pressure still existed and did not dissipate.

Cultivating under this heavy pressure, ordinary foundation building monks would definitely not be able to bear it, and after only supporting it for a while, their meridians would be broken, and they would become crippled, immortal and crippled.

But Ye Wuwu lasted for three full days, from the initial difficult survival to the final habitual habitation.

His physical body, under the shroud of this spiritual pressure, has been tempered thousands of times, surpassing the ordinary foundation building monks.

It's just that all this is like a blinding leaf, and Ye Wuwu himself didn't notice it.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain.

The old fox, who had been watching silently for a long time, finally stepped forward at this moment, and was silent before he spoke hoarsely.

"You've succeeded in building the foundation?"

Ye Wuwu scratched his head, he didn't know the answer to this question.

"Probably so."

The old fox's heart no longer had the slightest wave.

In the three days of waiting, his mood has changed from the initial stormy waves, to the final gradual calm, but now he is numb, like a dead lake, unable to set off the slightest wave.

Building a foundation, what is the foundation of your family?

That's it, after all, the old man is old, and he has even been absorbed by this little monk with demonic power, young man, who doesn't talk about martial arts.

Ye Wuwu, who was still confused, naturally didn't know what the old fox was thinking.

The fifth petal, how to condense it?

How is the re-established self different from the past?

What is the state of the Demon Dao Seed now?

There are too many doubts lingering in Ye Wuwu's heart, waiting for him to answer them one by one.

Maybe it doesn't have to be so much trouble.

Ye Wuwu turned his head to look at the bottom of the lake, and in the distance, there was a craggy mountain wall.

There, there was a middle-aged scribe.

Just ask him.

After making up his mind, Ye Wuwu turned around and wanted to go.

A wonderful feeling suddenly floated from his heart, and he couldn't say why, Ye Wuwu seemed to feel that his consciousness was faintly connected to heaven and earth for a moment.

As far as the eye can see, it is no longer the bottom of the lake that is dim and does not see the light of day.

Rather, it was a sky canopy covered with thunderclouds that gradually gathered towards the center.

In my head, a familiar mechanical voice came.

[A Catastrophe Strike Detected in Transit, Automatically Archived for You]

Archive.

Ye Wuwu's pupils contracted suddenly.