The extremely cold light covered everything here, and frost was the only color.

Although the weasel had expected and knew the horror of this place before entering this area, he still did not expect that this place was strange, far beyond his imagination!

He chiseled through the frozen ocean, into the abyss, and constantly experienced the progressive cold, just to find time for adaptation and repair, and it seemed that he had fallen into this extreme cold.

And things were indeed as he expected, in that long time, it had relied on its own strength, and had already endured almost all the power of extreme cold.

Under the crushing of this huge extreme cold power, he has been able to neutralize all of this through his soul, and he is almost not affected too much.

But at this time, another accident happened.

Click!

The power of the extreme cold shrouded all around, and suddenly erupted without warning, just like a blizzard suddenly blew in the originally calm sky, under the bottom of the sea, the power of the extremely cold, which was already violent and untamable, covered all directions like a volcanic eruption!

This scene came too suddenly, and too quickly, for the weasel to react at all.

His body was immediately frozen together, and there were wisps of entangled flames around him, but they were instantly frozen into ice cubes, and those crystal flames were as translucent and transparent as if they were embedded in gems.

Not only that, but the heaven and earth aura circulating in his body seemed to have been pressed to a standstill, and even his spirit was almost frozen.

"Not good!"

The weasel was keenly aware of the complexity of this situation, because under the oppression of this extremely cold force, the vast spiritual sea in his body was gradually frozen!

The Purple Mansion above the sky was also slowly turning into a frosty color, as if it was about to be shrouded, to be submerged, a fierce wind blew on the calm sea, and the power of death gradually spread above his body!

"Open it for me!"

The weasel roared, encountered a bad situation, any hesitation to use the hole cards, the first time to use the secret method!

The flames were boiling, the golden flames seemed to have turned into gold, and the scorching temperature burned the heavens and the earth!

Among the ruins of the previous First Emperor, he found all kinds of magical spells, many of which were specifically similar to those that acted on the spirit body, which could make his spirit body extremely powerful, extremely tough, and not affected by the outside world!

He originally wanted to use this kind of magic spell to deal with some god-level remnant souls, after all, those remnant souls are more of a spirit body in the end, rather than a kind of killing between bodies, if they can control their weaknesses, maybe it will be easier to deal with when they face a real war.

I didn't expect it to come in handy in such a place!

With the weasel's actions, one rune after another shone in his body, like a brilliant golden torch, illuminating every corner of the spiritual sea!

Originally, under the invasion of that force, the territorial waters in his body were almost frozen, and the thick extreme cold covered the sea surface and the thick heaven and earth aura below, almost making it impossible for him to mobilize the fluctuations of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, before being completely frozen, he took action, ignited this raging flame, and used magic spells to melt those extremely cold sharp ice, if he was really frozen by the extreme cold, it was impossible for his body alone to stop the erosion of the surrounding extreme cold, and the consequences were absolutely unimaginable.

At the same time, his body twisted again, his heart beat violently, and the incomparably powerful qi and blood began to become hot again, and one after another perceptual runes flowed in his veins, like chisels one after another, shattering the frozen blood and veins, allowing the rich heaven and earth aura to continue to twist in his body again.

"Whew"

The microcomputer was not completely disarmed, and the spiritual flames were slowly burning, lifting the freezing, but the extremely cold aura around them was eroding almost every moment.

All of his five senses and spiritual senses were suppressed to the extreme by the power of the white Extreme Cold Law, almost extinguished, and almost turned into a piece of ice.

Under this despair, the weasel still insisted on not flinching, using all kinds of magical spells, as if trying to resist all this, but in the end he was frozen by this power and his spirit was broken.

Although these supernatural spells can temporarily strengthen one's soul and divine sense, in the final analysis, they are only temporary secret methods and supernatural powers, and they can't always compete with these extreme cold.

But the weasel has no sense of taste, he has other back-hands, and he should have lost his soul, but after the mental breakdown, the weasel did not die.

His spiritual origin seemed to explode, but in his forest sea, an ancient picture scroll emerged, it was the picture scroll of Nuwa Niangniang in the primeval era!

This is definitely one of the most powerful treasures between heaven and earth, left by the great gods of ancient times, and the mystical power in it does not need to be expressed too much.

It is precisely because of the painting of Nuwa Niangniang here that the weasel was able to enter this area so boldly and practice and test here.

Although his spiritual strength was not enough to support the extreme cold around him, if he had the blessing of Nuwa Niang's transformation realm, he would not be afraid at all.

Nuwa Niangniang shone brightly, buzzing and shining, under his powerful power, those exploding spiritual origins, almost in a short moment, were rejuvenated, ignited again, and even more vigorous than before.

However, at the moment when he had just recovered from life and death, the weasel took down the picture scroll of Nuwa Niangniang and did not continue to resist according to his strength.

Because he remembered clearly that he had come to this area to exercise, to obtain all kinds of supernatural spells to gain promotion, and to enter the Jindan realm.

Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll is indeed strong enough here to keep him from any danger, but at the same time, it also loses the meaning of honing himself.

First it was extremely hot, then it was extremely cold.

Between this constant alternation of hot and cold, he is reinventing himself!

All kinds of noisy laws were intertwined in his mind, and the two extreme environments constantly impacted him, and at this moment, the weasel came to his senses.

If he just chose between this extreme cold or extreme heat, he probably wouldn't be able to break through to the Jindan realm and help him take the most crucial step.

Although he has almost learned a lot of magical spells he has cultivated, he has always lacked a key point to comprehend.

It is necessary to fuse all the supernatural spell techniques together in order to be able to take that step.

And the most critical point to take that step is to reshape the true self and reshape everything!

Because of these ancient era cultivation methods, each one was intended for the most powerful cultivators.

After all, he is a halfway monk.

Not even him, all the cultivators on the entire earth were all halfway monks, and they simply did not have the conditions to cultivate since childhood, so since then, there were really too many impurities accumulated in their bodies.

Here it is constantly broken and reorganized, and those magazines and cholera can be eliminated.

"My spirit body seems to be harder than before when it is shattered and recondensed, as if it has indeed removed impurities."

The weasel's eyes lit up, vaguely aware.

Why is this spiritual body constantly collapsing, constantly reshaping like a mouthful of steel is constantly being tempered repeatedly, becoming more and more tenacious?

A large part of the reason why he couldn't integrate the many supernatural spells he mastered now was that it was inherently incompatible.

Although each of these magical spells was extremely powerful, he himself could not exert his full strength, let alone comprehend it.

In this case, if you can improve your fundamental understanding, you may be able to do some good.

This method of removing impurities from the spirits, souls, and bodies is an extremely effective means of improving understanding.

"I see, do you mean you have to go back and forth between these two places?"

The weasel had a flash of inspiration in his head, he was not a procrastinator.

Almost as soon as I thought of this method, I took action.

Sure enough, when he rushed out of the extremely cold realm and into the scorching heat, the lava tumbled, his soul could not stand it anymore and cracked.

But this time he lasted longer than before, and even after the cracking, there was less filth than before.

At the same time, his comprehension and experience of various supernatural spells seemed to have suddenly increased a lot, as if he had grown out of thin air.

Seeing this, the weasel finally understood that if he wanted to enter the Jindan realm, he had to reinvent himself and improve his most fundamental understanding and root power.

"It's simply perverted, and who would have thought of this step without a real leader?"

The weasel's eyes flickered, and coming to him this step was already a process of going against the sky, constantly reinventing himself, constantly reshaping his body and spirit, which was almost changing everything on his cultivation path, changing his original heels!

How many people have been able to do this kind of thing throughout the ages? Moreover, he can almost be regarded as the top cultivator on the earth, even he is not qualified to be promoted to the Jindan realm, who else can be qualified?

"Could it be that in the future, we will let them all come and roll back and forth in this extreme cold and heat?" Thinking of this, the weasel has a little numb scalp, he is not a perverted sadist, his soul and body are constantly collapsing and reorganizing, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

But in the current situation, there really aren't many options.

After cultivating to this path, the further back you go, the more difficult it becomes, and the transformation like him, constantly sharpening the spirit, and almost nirvana can barely move forward on this path, although it is extremely painful, but it is indeed a path that is being broadened, which is a great benefit.

And this kind of thing is really easy to say, but difficult to do.

Who can do this process of crumbling and rebuilding? It is simply impossible for those who are not great perseverance throughout the ages.

And a place that can crush their spirits and souls at the same time is definitely not easy to find in this world.

Having found the right path and finding the real way, the weasel no longer hesitated, and quickly practiced back and forth between the two places, sitting back and forth.

The lava and flames scorched his soul, and the cold, heat, shattered his body.

The weasel constantly shifts back and forth between the two, constantly collapsing back and forth, but each time it survives death.

And in the process, all kinds of impurities in his soul and body were gradually removed, just like a piece of jade gradually dissipated all the bad places.

At the same time, the spells he had learned were also being invisibly refined, and all kinds of insights poured into his mind as if he didn't want money.

Originally, he couldn't find any way forward in his cultivation after repeated times, but at this time, it was extremely clear in front of him, as if it was as dazzling as the sun in the starry sky, and he just needed to continue to move forward.

A faint flame burned, slowly boiling in his purple mansion.

These flames are constantly compressed, constantly smelting everything around them, vaguely wanting to form a singularity, to form an ancient Dan.

I don't know how long this kind of devil-like life lasted, even if even the weasel was tortured to death, and in the end it simply didn't matter.

I don't know how long it lasted, and after a long time, the weasel finally opened its eyes in the lava and the extreme cold.

"This is the Jindan realm, I seem to have reached it."

The Divine Fire boiled as a brilliant golden light appeared above his head.

It seemed to be a small elixir, and its body was the purest golden color.

Around it, there are unicorn roars, fire soars, and ice dances, all swirling around the weasel.

It's as if these things have life like spirits, resonating differently with every breath of the weasel.

The weasel sat under the sea, full of energy, and all kinds of magical spells condensed into a unicorn.

He felt like a flame burning in his purple mansion, enveloping her endlessly, and the perceptions of the years came to the spiritual sea like a god.

Is this the Jindan realm? succeeded, and actually really stepped into the realm of legends.

The weasel's breath was short, and he could hardly believe what was happening in front of his eyes.

Who would have thought that before entering this piece of the First Emperor's ruins, he just wanted to obtain a few magical spells that would be able to get a little help in the future war? Now it seems that this time the harvest is far beyond what was previously imagined.

"But it doesn't seem to be very stable, it can only be regarded as a half-step golden pill."

The weasel noticed that the gold pill in his body was very small, probably less than the size of a thumb cap, but the first one, like a young child, still had a long room to grow.

"I think we can find a way to consolidate it."

(End of chapter)