Since returning from the mission hall, Zhang Zheng has made up his mind to retreat in the cave until he breaks through and builds a foundation.

Her Dao heart has already condensed into a foundation, far exceeding the mental nature required to build a foundation, as long as she is willing to spend time cultivating, building a foundation is just a matter of course.

……

Ten years later, outside a secluded cave in Faming Mountain, overgrown with weeds and as tall as an adult.

Among the tall and dense weeds, a woman sits cross-legged.

The woman wore a neat high ponytail, her face was delicate and bright, and her eyes were quiet and graceful.

It's just a thin layer of ash falling on the snow-blue clothes, indicating that the woman has been meditating motionless here for a long time.

This woman is Zhang Zheng, who has been in retreat for ten years.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew slowly, gently caressing a few strands of black hair between her temples and dancing with the wind.

Xu is breeze disturbed the calm, Zhang Zheng's eyelids suddenly trembled slightly, and the hurricane rose flat, blowing his clothes and agitation, and the sound of hunting.

In her body, the twelve spirit vortices under the multicolored spirit root frantically swallowed the spiritual energy, and all the spiritual energy within a radius of ten miles was violently poured into her body.

Zhang Zheng used his divine sense to pull the influx of spiritual energy around the meridians, and after refining his body, he gathered to the twelve spiritual vortices of the dantian.

In the past two days, the twelve spirit vortices have been oversaturated, and they can no longer accommodate any spiritual energy, and the crazy spiritual energy gradually becomes slow.

She no longer deliberately guided the spiritual energy to run, but gathered all her divine consciousness to the twelve spirit vortexes, pulling the twelve spiritual vortices closer to each other and compressing each other, and the full spiritual energy became more and more condensed under the powerful squeezing, almost from a gaseous state to a liquid state.

"Boom ......"

It was as if the violent sound of water waves colliding rumbled in Zhang Zheng's body.

With a crisp cracking sound, the barrier between Qi training and foundation building shattered, and the twelve spirit vortices melted into a small pool, and the ethereal spiritual energy condensed into a colorful liquid, which accumulated in the small pool like water, wandering leisurely.

She's broken through to the foundation!

But now is not the time for ecstasy, Zhang Zheng continues to use his divine sense to guide the spiritual liquid in the small pool to climb upward and converge.

The first layer of the spiritual platform is a matter of course.

The spiritual liquid is still going up, gathering little by little, slowly gathering into the shape of a spiritual platform.

2nd Floor, 3rd Floor, 4th Floor......

All the way to the seventh layer of the spiritual platform, the spiritual liquid seemed to be untouched in the slightest, surging straight up.

The eighth layer of the spiritual platform was built, and the rising speed of the spiritual fluid dropped sharply, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier on it, pressing the spiritual liquid to prevent it from continuing to rise.

Stop at the eighth-story spiritual platform?

Zhang Zheng was unwilling, she knew that she was not outstanding, and she was just one of thousands of ordinary passers-by in this talented cultivation world.

Whether it is Lin Xiaoxiao who built the foundation of the sixteenth year, or Jiang Fenglai of the fourteenth state of a sword frost......

Whether it is the mysterious Tan Ying, or many other talented and proud people......

She couldn't even match them, let alone compare them to them.

If there is a book that tells the story of the cultivation realm, if they are the protagonists in it, then maybe she can't even get a name in it.

But......

Zhang Zheng's heart was shocked, she is not a stupid person, she is not a mediocre talent, she can set foot in the cultivation realm, and she can cultivate to the foundation, she will never be willing to stop here.

She didn't dare to exaggerate her arrogance, but she would never be arrogant, she had to fight hard to see if she could achieve this nine-layer spiritual platform.

Can you compete with the geniuses of this world!

Can you walk out of your own Qingyun Immortal Path on this road of cultivation!

The declaration in his heart settled, and in an instant, the whirlpool of vitality of the seven orifices operated at the same time, which was different from the milky white of the vitality qi, but the green and transparent breath, which was fed out from the whirlpool.

This breath was too familiar, and it had made her feel in danger.

This is the breath of the Pure Tree.

However, this breath is more refined, perhaps nourished by the vitality of life, it seems to be one with her, and it is very close.

Subconsciously, Zhang Zheng separated a wisp of divine consciousness and wrapped it around the green breath, leading it to the dantian.

There, the Ichor was still fighting the barrier, and the barrier was intact, but the Ichor had begun to weaken.

As soon as the green breath reached the dantian, it was like a fish entering the water, flexibly burrowing into a pool of spiritual liquid.

Strange things happen.

The rippling aura and the turquoise aura are intertwined and blended, and the dark tide is surging, and the multicolored aura gradually fades away from the mottled color, and is dyed with green and milky white.

The last trace of color was replaced by two colors, and the spiritual liquid suddenly surged upward, jumping straight over the previous layers of the spiritual platform, and rushing straight towards the barrier.

The barrier that the multicolored spiritual liquid could not help was like tissue paper in front of it, and it was vulnerable.

The barrier was torn apart in an instant, and it collapsed with a bang.

The ninth layer of the spiritual platform was built......

Before Zhang Zheng felt joyful, the dantian wonder still did not stop.

The two colors of green and milky white compete in the small pool, and the two do not give way to each other and the two intersect.

Zhang Zheng only felt a sharp pain in the dantian, as if he was being rubbed by a big hand, the fire was scorching, the sharp knife was scraped, and the ice was frozen......

Zhang Zheng was almost about to crush his teeth, and his mouth was full of bitten blood.

Just when Zhang Zheng thought that he had just built a ninth-order spiritual platform and was about to die in Huangquan, the pain disappeared.

Hold up the spirit and look inwardly at the dantian.

The scene in front of him made Zhang Zheng frightened and at a loss.

Practicing qi and aura is qi, building the foundation and turning liquid, and condensing the pill......

It stands to reason that Zhuji should open up a pool of spiritual liquid in the dantian to store spiritual energy.

And she was exactly the same when she was on the move.

But......

Zhang Zheng looked at his dantian dumbfounded.

Where did her puddle of aura go?

Originally, there was no trace of liquid in the place where the spiritual liquid was, and instead there was a hard lump of green and milky white.

Transparent texture, clear and clear like jasper, so beautiful.

No matter how beautiful it is, it's also a stone, where did the spirit pool where she contained the aura go?

Before Zhang Zheng could find the answer, his body was extremely tired, his consciousness was also tingling, his eyes were dark, and he passed out directly.

……

Another few months flew by.

The human-tall weeds grew by leaps and bounds on the day Zhang Zheng broke through, jumping directly into a three-meter-tall body, with extremely thick green leaves and white stems, and full of juice when he looked at it.

This weed is not alone in this vision.

All the spiritual plants and grasses within a radius of ten miles were blessed by it, and they grew fiercely, and the ten-year spirit grass grew stronger than the centennial spirit grass.

Even the birds, insects, ...... They are all extraordinarily strong and fat, and their bodies exude a trace of aura.

In the tall weeds, the woman lay motionless on the ground.

A cricket jumped into her hand, and before she could make a chirp, a bird whistled and flew in, opened its mouth and swallowed the cricket into its stomach.

Having eaten and drunk, the birds were especially happy and content, bouncing on the hands of men.

With a round little belly, the bird jumped on the woman's face.

The long eyelashes were covered by the overwhelming weeds, and they fluttered slightly, casting a trembling shadow under the spots of light.

The bird turned its little furry head, and the bean's eyes stared at the quivering shadows, as if thinking something with a bean-sized brain.

The next moment, the furry bird's head rose and fell sharply, and the pointed beak pecked straight towards the shadow.

"Plop—"

The unconscious man suddenly sat up like a corpse, and the bird was knocked out by the rising head.

The fat body of the bird hit the trunk of the tree, knocked off a few leaves, and fluttered and fell.

The bird fluttered its wings, flew up to the sky angrily, scolded and chirped towards Zhang Zheng for a while, and when he saw Zhang Zheng, his head shrank, and he immediately turned around and flew away.

Zhang Zheng didn't see the birds running away in a panic, and rubbed his white forehead in confusion, always feeling a slight pain, as if he had hit a wall.