Time passed day by day in the cultivation of the aura of the heavens and the earth of Long Tian and others, and the surging fighting qi fluctuations, the solemn eyes, and the constantly changing handprints were immersed in the cultivation and were very happy.

"I've already condensed six spirit sons in half a month, and I'm going to condense the seventh!" Long Tian's closed eyes and a cold face muttered to himself in his heart.

After all, half of the time has passed, Long Tian wants to condense more spirit sons, in the last moment in the condensation of spirits, he has a tiger in his heart, he not only wants to condense a powerful spirit, but also the strange method of absorbing the heavens, deeply tempting Long Tian, in order to condense the seventh spirit son, Long Tian has been accumulating spiritual energy for three days, after all, the seventh spirit son is a hurdle, he can't have the slightest sloppiness, he has to wait for the spiritual energy in his body to be completely abundant and stable, and launch a final impact on it.

The further it goes, the more difficult it is to condense the spirit son, Long Tian in order to condense the seventh spirit son can be said to be like sitting on the old monk, in addition to eating, drinking, and Lazar, the blood and qi have been condensed under the old plane tree for a long time, and the surprised eyes also stay on the blood from time to time.

Today, Long Tian greeted the early sun and smiled, Mu Yu and dew were quiet, his nerves were also tense at this moment, the fighting spirit poured out from the dantian, constantly changing handprints, and a stream of blood-colored qi permeated the whole body, the aura contained in heaven and earth, gathered into the body, step by step, every trace of aura is precious, can pave the way for Long Tian's successful condensation into the seventh spirit son. His stretched body, the streams of spiritual energy continued to pour from the center of his palm into Long Tian's bloodline, he was intoxicated, absorbed, and the air flow in his body continued to expand.

From the rising sun, time gradually passed. The sun gradually faded from prosperity to decline, and at dusk, the distant sun emitted a red-like light, turning into a setting sun, and patches of red glow stained the entire sky. There are more than a dozen figures in the martial arts hall who continue to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and in the middle of the air, holding a cup of tea, looking at the young men and girls in the martial arts hall who want to break through the spirit of condensation. His old eyes narrowed slightly, savoring the sweetness and bitterness, and the breeze blew to his fluttering long eyebrows, which had a fairy wind and bone atmosphere.

In the fluctuation of the fighting spirit, the white-eyed old Taoist paid attention to the several extremely dazzling light clusters, there was an emerald green between the red and black paths, these three rays of light were obviously impacting the light of the seventh spirit son, and there were four or five yellow, purple, blue and white rays of light shining, this was condensing the sixth spirit son, the white-eyed old Taoist smiled, these young girls have only been performing like this for half a month, he is pleased, this is the time for him to regain his strength in the martial arts hall, the previous sessions have been pressed and beaten by other halls, this old face does not seem as shiny as before, there is no sense of pride before, even his old waist is a little bent, seeing these young boys and girls, this is hope, as beautiful as the glow of the sky, his waist pole couldn't help but straighten up after tasting a sip of sweet tea.

The aura in the sky also became thinner as the sky darkened, but the turbulent aura in Long Tian's body made his dantian feel like it was about to burst, frowning, one by one handprints faintly condensed, and a stream of blood light poured into his veins from his palm.

"Condensation!"

With a shock in his mind, the spiritual power in his body also quickly rotated, forming a whirlpool, and even the air around Long Tian's body was rolling up with gusts of wind, and he himself breathed deeply. There is a special energy exuding from the blood. The blood of the dragon shadow on Long Tian's chest was prosperous, causing the white-eyed old Taoist in mid-air to stare at Long Tian intently. This is a hurdle for Long Tian, the seventh spirit son, the most basic requirement for gathering into a god.

In Long Tian's body, the originally turbulent aura gradually became condensed, exuding a faint red glow, but this red glow did not flicker, but became more and more condensed with the injection of wisps of aura.

Prototype!

Long Tian's face also showed a look of joy, a pair of eyes were opened, some people showed excited looks, but some with a faint disappointment, in short, they all have a chance to condense into a spirit in a month's time, of course, all thanks to the vast heaven and earth aura of Dong'a Immortal Mountain, it is impossible to meet a place to practice, it is obvious that with the progress of cultivation, although they have not been able to contact any fighting skills, but the strength of the divine consciousness is beneficial and harmless for their cultivation, and the powerful divine consciousness plays a role in doubling the result with half the effort for the cultivation of fighting skills。

In just half a month, the worst people have condensed into two spirit sons, which is a good speed for some Dou Kings on the Xuan Domain Continent. It can be seen that the degree of spiritual energy abundance here is incomparable with the degree of Xuanyu, but not everyone can enter Dong'a Immortal Mountain, there is this opportunity, but the opportunity is given to those geniuses who can pass the bluestone ladder.

Long Tian, he wanted to successfully condense into a spirit son in one fell swoop, his tenacity and determination not to give up easily, crossed his knees here, and time passed slowly. At sunset and moonrise, the aura between heaven and earth has been very thin, full of a special calm, calm in a pair of eyes with different looks, that power gradually becomes stronger.

The prototype of the spirit in Long Tian's body gradually became smooth and full of luster with the injection of Long Tian's aura and his own fighting qi, the boiling blood, the dignified breath, he was at a critical moment, even the white-eyed old Taoist who had been watching Long Tian also narrowed his eyes slightly into a line, and a surprising light shot out from it.

"He's going to succeed!" Wang Jie said with an excited smile, and the faces of all the young men and girls in the Xuan Domain were full of happiness.

Suddenly, Long Tian took out five small fiery red fruits and swallowed them in one gulp. Suddenly, the red light was monstrous, and the blood qi in Long Tian's body became very amazing. A suppressed aura spread, and a stream of pure energy was injected into the spirit child that was gradually condensing. Under this pure energy, the spirit son quickly rotated at high speed, glowing with a strange red light.

"Done!"

Long Tian suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, and with a shocking look, a blood-red spirit suddenly appeared in the dantian, wanting the other six spirit sons to gather together. Long Tian smiled, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, startling the others. I saw a figure suddenly appear beside Long Tian, an old hand with a strong fighting spirit floated over his chest, and the pale face became a little bloody.

"Boy, kill a thousand enemies, and lose eight hundred! But congratulations, the seventh spirit son has been condensed. The voice of the white-eyed old Taoist appeared in Long Tian's mind, Long Tian smiled indifferently, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, stood up, twisted his body, and looked at the bright moon in the sky with a burst of "click......click" his eyes