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The cultivation of monks is boring and tedious.

This is true for any monk, there is almost nothing to do except meditate and breath and condense the aura.

There are many monks who have excellent talents, but they are only low-level monks in their lives, after all, they can withstand the boredom brought about by cultivation, and their state of mind is also very comparable, and talent is just the most insignificant for monks.

sunset.

Time passed day by day, and half a year had passed since Mu Feng cultivated in the cave.

Originally, Mu Feng planned to stabilize his cultivation to the third level of condensation qi first, although he could not completely open the valley like the foundation building monks, but as long as he ingested some water droplets falling from the rock wall, he could last for several months.

But Mu Feng didn't expect that he not only successfully broke through to the third layer, but also broke through to the fourth layer of condensation at the same time without warning.

Thinking of striking while the iron was hot, he continued to take out a large number of spirit stones to continue his cultivation.

In Mu Feng's view, those poets among mortals can make a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages when inspiration comes, and monks may be the same.

Mu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, was already covered with dust, and his hair seemed to have grown a lot, and even he felt like a different person.

Beside him, countless empty bottles were thrown on the ground.

There are also countless spiritual stones piled up in the corners of the cave, which are all consumed by Mu Feng in the past half a year.

After a while, Mu Feng slowly opened his eyes and stretched his waist a little lazily, "Uh... Comfortable..."

He couldn't help but look at a boulder in the cave, and with a flick of his fingers, the boulder exploded instantly.

"Seven layers of condensation...", clenching his fists, feeling the endless spiritual power in his body, Mu Feng was quite satisfied.

For half a year, Mu Feng cultivated day and night, and finally stepped into the seventh layer of condensation.

In fact, strictly speaking, as early as a month ago, Mu Feng had already stepped into the seventh layer of condensation, and in this month's time, he was almost always stabilizing his cultivation.

And Mu Feng also discovered something that seemed to be slightly different from the other monks.

When he was in the fifth layer of Qi Condensation, he found that the Quenching Pill had no effect on him in the slightest, and the black liquid discharged from his body after each cultivation was gradually decreasing, until he found that there seemed to be no more black liquid discharged at all until the seventh layer.

After thinking about it, Mu Feng had a guess, that is, his physical body seemed to have reached the requirements for building a foundation, and as long as the strength of his divine consciousness was enough, he could build a foundation at any time.

For some monks, perhaps a few more years of cultivation will be able to cultivate their divine consciousness to the point where they can build a foundation, but the pastoral style is different.

As early as the time of Xuantian Sect, Mu Feng devoured Qingyunzi's divine consciousness by chance, and now his divine consciousness strength is not to mention building a foundation, and it is even much stronger than some monks who have just formed a Dan.

Therefore, Mu Feng felt that as long as he wanted to, even if he was now in the seventh layer of condensation, he could still build a foundation at any time.

However, Mu Feng had heard that every time a monk broke through the Great Realm, he would often cause a catastrophe, and for him who was not prepared now, he was afraid that he would kill himself, so he was prepared to wait until the time was perfect before trying to build a foundation.

It took half a year to go from the first layer of condensation to the sixth layer, which is outstanding in most sects.

But that's not to say that Shepherd's talent is outstanding.

The Xuantian Sect where he was previously located could be regarded as a slightly upper-class sect in the Wei Kingdom, but even so, a Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivator with good qualifications like Zhao Long could only receive two bottles of Qi Condensing Pill and a hundred spirit stones every month, and as for the Quenching Body Pill, he only received one bottle.

And here in Mufeng, those resources are afraid that they can't even be carried for a day.

In the past half a year, Mu Feng would take a body quenching pill and one or two qi condensing pills every time he cultivated, and as for the spirit stones, he would directly put nearly a hundred pills next to him every time.

Feeling that the effect of the elixir or the spiritual power in the spirit stone has been absorbed, then Mu Feng will not hesitate to take it out of the storage ring again, and the cycle will start over and over again.

In just one day, Mu Feng would consume nearly two or three bottles of pills and hundreds or even thousands of spirit stones.

This consumption rate, not to mention ordinary sects, even the sons and daughters of some monk families with huge backgrounds would not dare to be so extravagant.

Therefore, Mu Feng's cultivation speed could be so terrifying, almost all thanks to the resources that his grandfather left to him.

"But..."Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his divine sense scanned the dantian, and he stopped at the five points of light, "Although resources are important, maybe it shouldn't be a problem for me, maybe it's the reason for the exercises."

"When I practiced Xuantian Gong before, the aura that could be truly absorbed after entering the body was only one or two hundred, but this Heavenly Determination allowed me to absorb it all, and my grandfather said before that this Heavenly Essence seems to be related to my life experience... And the secret realm, these are the only two clues about my origins..."

Mu Feng couldn't help but clench his fists.

If there is no information, maybe he doesn't care too much about his background, just knowing that he is Mu Chenxin's grandson, it is enough for him.

But now he gave himself two clues.

Curiosity is the nature of all living beings, and it is often curiosity that drives a person to do something.

Shepherd is no exception.

How important the Tianyan Jue is to himself, and the Tianyan Technique that Tianyan Jue will master when he cultivates to a certain extent can deduce the number of lives for hundreds of years, he doesn't feel that this kind of exercise is an ordinary thing.

The second is the secret realm.

Although he didn't know much about the secret realm, Mu Feng knew that the secret realm was an extremely special space, and no matter what the secret realm was, it could usually only be opened at a specific time or in a specific way.

So why did the baby self appear in the secret realm again? And it is the exit of the secret realm, if your biological parents want to erase themselves, you can do it directly, without such trouble.

But if you don't want to raise it, and you're ready to abandon it and wait for others to pick it up, then why would you put it at the exit of the secret realm instead of taking it out and putting it outside? After all, not everyone can enter the secret realm.

Two hundred years later, the same is true of life and death.

If it weren't for luck, I'm afraid that my soul would have disappeared long ago, and the grass on the grave had already grown, but isn't this a catastrophe of life and death?

Now a bounty order has been issued.

He is just a monk in the condensation period, the lowest existence in the cultivation realm, but he was chased and killed by a group of foundation-building monks of the Xiuzhen Alliance in the entire Wei Kingdom, this is not a life and death calamity? Could it be that he can escape for two hundred years and then die?

So what kind of existence is the so-called life and death calamity?

Who is the back in the picture? Why did it become the key to solving the calamity of life and death?

Mu Feng couldn't think of answers to too many questions, but he was so eager to know the answers.

Countless pieces of information made De Mufeng feel like he was going crazy.

"Who the hell wants me to die?"

Mu Feng walked slowly to the entrance of the cave and looked at the night sky, "And I... Who the hell is it..."