After Yi Heng retreated and cultivated for a year, the six major forces had already integrated and cleaned up the family sects on their respective territories, and once there was an order in the alliance, all the family sects would immediately follow it.

The major forces then extracted the monks from their respective forces and trained them into armies, rapidly increasing their overall combat power.

Of course, although Yi Heng knew this, he couldn't interfere, and he didn't think about interfering.

After a year of retreat, he received a summons that the base of the Sixth Alliance was located in Luzhou, southeast of the country, which was a result that everyone foreked and was naturally acceptable.

Naturally, he didn't have any opinions, even the Gongsun family, a family with such a long history, said that he would move and give up the 4,000-year-old foundation, and within a few days, the whole family moved to Luzhou in the southeast.

At the same time, the other ten family sects also moved to the southeast Luzhou, where the Shifang Academy had naturally already cleaned up the entire Luzhou to make the best place for them.

Yi Heng naturally didn't care, because it was useless to care, after being stimulated by that time, he moved to Southeast Luzhou, entered a courtyard prepared for him by the Shifang Academy, and plunged into the cultivation room, not asking about the world.

And the major families seemed to be very happy when they saw this, maybe they were happy that he never intervened, maybe they were happy that he was cultivating hard and preparing for the Great Competition of the Hundred Clans.

Naturally, he didn't guess, after entering the cultivation room, he desperately swallowed the pill, and even the effect of the Bagua Plate to gather spiritual energy had been used to the maximum, and the cultivation in the middle of the Jindan rose in a straight line.

At this time, he swallowed the top-grade golden elixir he had refined into his mouth, this was the last golden elixir, and this was also the third year of retreat.

The Jin Dan in the dantian is already the size of a half-fist, and the mana of the nine hundred and eighty-one wandering on the Jin Dan is like a swimming dragon, which is already the thickness of chopsticks, and surrounds the Jin Dan, densely packed, one after another.

With a little mana, Jin Dan began to operate, and the mana released from the swimming dragons instantly spread all over his body, making him exude a far more majestic aura than three years ago.

If nothing else, this last pill, coupled with the full rotation of the Bagua Disk in the Purple Mansion, will definitely allow him to enter the late stage of Jindan.

At that time, the strength will increase by two or three times again, and although it is still far from the Great Perfection, as long as you continue to cultivate, you will always reach it.

The golden spirit pill had just been swallowed, and the aura that erupted felt much less than before, but fortunately, in the purple mansion, the gossip disk was spinning rapidly, and the aura of the entire cultivation room flowed towards him.

This place itself is the best cultivation room of the Ten Directions Academy, and there is also a spirit gathering array in the room, and the spiritual energy is naturally abundant.

As the aura continued to pour into the dantian from the meridians of the body, it continued to compress into liquid, and then compressed into a fine golden solid.

At this time, within the dantian, like the starry sky, countless small golden particles were adsorbed on the golden pill little by little, and the golden pill continued to collect and absorb these small golden particles and slowly grow itself.

After a few hours, the quantitative change finally caused the qualitative change, and the golden pill instantly flashed a dazzling light, and after the light dissipated, it was found that the color of the golden pill was darker, faintly covered with golden color.

At this time, it was close to the size of two fists, and his face showed joy at first, but then he was a little surprised.

The joy is that he retreated with peace of mind for three years, swallowed hundreds of high-grade golden elixirs and jade elixirs, and finally advanced to the later stage of Jindan.

What was suspicious was that the golden spirit pill and the jade spirit pill had little effect, which made him panic.

After taking these two pills for a long time, the body finally produces antibodies, which is the reason why these two pills are not very effective.

If you advance to the Great Perfection at this time, you are naturally not afraid, but the question is that you have just advanced to the late stage, so how many pills will you need to advance to the Great Perfection?

Standing up and gently running the mana, the Jin Dan in the dantian turned slightly, and the dragon on the Jin Dan, which had increased by one point again, released its mana slightly, and a burst of breath erupted from his body.

He knew that this was because he didn't have a stable cultivation, and he couldn't control the mana that had just skyrocketed well.

But such a power has already satisfied him.

At this time, he was confident that he would have a chance to compete with the Demon Kun Rushan three years ago, and he was very sure that he would win the battle.

However, how could that Kun Rushan's cultivation strength stay where it was? With their qualifications, if they were willing, I am afraid that they would have already advanced to the Yuan Infant Stage, and now, I am afraid that they are just continuing to polish.

Thinking of this, he felt that there was still a long way to go, and he should hurry up and stabilize his cultivation at this time.

Ten days later, the door of the cultivation room opened, and Yi Heng walked out in a green robe.

If someone familiar looks at it, it will definitely feel that his skin has become much whiter, his facial features are also vivid, and a pair of divine eyes, as if he can speak, obviously break the environment when he moves, but he feels very harmonious with this environment.

After stepping out of the air, it was like flying in the air, enjoying the surrounding scenery all the way, and walking leisurely towards the main hall.

This cultivation courtyard is built on the middle of the mountain, which is the winter and autumn scenery, and compared to the rugged scenery of the north, it looks delicate and soft.

The unknown trees on the mountain are not tall, and the red leaves are inlaid in the clusters of green leaves, which is very beautiful.

It is worthy of being a academy with a history of thousands of years, with countless pavilions surrounded by red leaves and flowing water in the mountains, and there are cultivation perceptions left by the previous monks on the walls of the pavilions.

From time to time, I will meet the disciples of the Ten Directions Academy dressed in moon-white Taoist uniforms, pondering the words left by their predecessors in the pavilions, and understanding the supreme Taoism.

There are waterfalls and mountain streams going straight down, there are white cranes playing in the clear springs, there are rich spiritual energy emanating out, and there are white mist hazy.

Walking here, I feel extremely clean, extremely clean.

Yi Heng enjoyed the feeling of peace in his heart at this time, he had just advanced to the late stage of Jindan, and he had to consolidate his cultivation, so he had to experience nature in this fairyland-like mountain, integrate into nature, and understand nature, for him, the benefits could not be expressed in words.

Stopped at the place of the pavilion, did not look at the feelings left by the predecessors on the wall, and looked forward through the faint fairy mist.

Seventeen peaks came into view, each of which was like the peak he was on, and the fairy mist was faintly shrouded.

There are also dangerous peaks and cliffs, and there are also strange and strange stones, like monks sitting cross-legged, like immortals soaring.

There are also tall ancient welcoming pines, with green roots and green leaves, piercing into the void.

In the middle of these eighteen peaks, there is a flat land, built with countless ancient and elegant houses, and being in this place is like being in a paradise, everything can be free from the world, and the mind can be at peace.

In the middle of the building, there was a tall hall, and there was his destination.

He was originally a guest who stayed here slightly, and he was also a guest wandering on this continent, and that hall, if I remember correctly, was the place where the Ten Directions Academy received guests.

"Daoist friend is not a disciple of my academy, why can he come here?" was sighing in his heart, but someone wanted to pull him out of his thoughts.

This is not a big road, and there are several academy disciples floating by, but few monks speak out, for fear of disturbing this charming fairyland of cultivation and enlightenment.

Looking at the monk dressed as a Confucian in front of him, dressed in a well-fitting moon white robe, he was about twenty years old, but for those who cultivated immortals, they couldn't guess their age from their appearance at all, it was just a habit.

This person is holding a book in his left hand, wearing a scarf on his head, his hair is meticulously combed, his face is extremely clean, and his eyes are full of doubt.

The monk in front of him is not disgusting, and such a figure will definitely not make anyone feel offended.

But Yi Heng was annoyed that he disturbed his mind, so he didn't answer, didn't stay any longer, bypassed him, and strode down the mountain.

The monk was inexplicable, but his face showed a slight annoyance, "What is the purpose of Daoist friends infiltrating this academy?"

With a tap on the rock under his feet, his figure suddenly soared into the air, and his breath exploded, startling countless monks, birds and beasts who practiced here.

Yi Heng didn't bother to pay attention to him, unfolded his body, and jumped quickly down the mountain.

When the Confucian saw that his aura had already alarmed this place, and even the monks of the two mountain peaks next to him had exuded their spiritual sense to pay attention to this place, so he knew that it was wrong, so he quickly restrained his breath and landed on the mountain road.

But Yi Heng, who did not stop chasing after the Tsing Yi Dao in front of him, also raised his breath slightly, used his mana, and flew after him.

Yi Heng felt the dilemma of being a guest in a foreign country at this time.

The late-stage Jindan monk behind him chased after him, although he was not afraid, but where was he in the mood to talk to him more?

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As long as you arrive in the hall and find Kong Yanxing, you don't need to talk much.

After the tea, the two of them stepped into the main hall one after the other, and on the way the monk stepped into the main hall with the surprised eyes of the monk.

The monk behind him looked surprised, and although he was leaping forward on the mountain path, he had always kept the same distance from the monk in front of him.

No matter how hard he leaped, the distance was never far away or closer.

Yi Heng landed gently in front of the door of the main hall like a breeze, and raised his eyes to look.

In the main hall, more than a dozen monks were sitting cross-legged, and an elderly monk in front of him seemed to explain something, shaking his head and concentrating.

And he stood at the door in a cyan robe, which was extremely conspicuous among all the monks, naturally alarming everyone, and more than a dozen monks turned around in an instant, staring at him with puzzled faces.

"What is the purpose of infiltrating this academy?" he had just landed on his front feet when a question came from behind him.

When the monks in the main hall heard this, they instantly stood up and looked defensive, while the older monk in front of them also stopped shaking his head and looked up at him.

Yi Heng's heart froze, I don't know why this place has become such a preaching room, for a sect, the most taboo when preaching is to be disturbed by outsiders, eavesdropping is one thing, and the more important thing is to interrupt the person who is understanding.

"Who are you?" The old monk was dressed in a pure white Confucian robe, obviously his status level was very different from that of ordinary disciples, and the stern look in his eyes made his heart beat rapidly.

"I'm looking for Kong Yanxing Kong Daoyou. "I think mentioning Kong Yanxing should be able to resolve the anger in this person's eyes.

"The answer is not what is asked, mountain, now. The elder monk seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction, even if he heard the name of Kong Yanxing, he didn't care, he let out a low roar, and his right hand slammed a mountain character in the air.

As soon as the word "mountain" was formed, it immediately turned into a small mountain and smashed towards Yi Heng, and it was only a breath from the time of questioning, and the mountain roared and smashed into his chest.

Yi Heng suddenly understood that this person was not only a Yuanying cultivator, but now he was deliberately letting himself appear to say the Dharma, so that everyone present could watch him cast a magic trick.

His heart slammed into a row, he was so angry that he couldn't find a place to vent, and he had just broken through the late stage of Jindan, and he was about to try his power.

At the moment, he didn't dare to be careless, waved his left hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Gen, for the mountain." ”

A Gen character instantly appeared in his left hand, and it also turned into a small hill and slammed into the roaring hill.

"Boom", when the two hills collided, there was a loud noise, which instantly stirred up a violent wind and scattered, rolling more than ten monks in Yuebai Dao uniforms "whirring", which also shocked everyone's hearts.

"Hmph. A cold snort came into Yi Heng's ears, and he immediately knew that if the monk did it on purpose just now, he would already be slightly annoyed now.

As soon as everyone's hearts eased, they heard a cold snort, and looked fixedly, the foreign monk in the cyan Taoist uniform stood at the gate unharmed, the Taoist uniform fluttering in the wind, and his eyes exuded a strong fighting intent.

The cultivators opened their mouths wide, unbelievable, this Qingyi monk was in the Jindan period, although that blow was sent by the Yuanying monk at will, it was impossible to block it so easily.

Yi Heng was naturally not easy, he had already used the power of the eighth layer just now, and he also had the advantage of being extremely powerful in the exercises, so he could break this.

"There are mountains beyond the mountains. With a hint of redness on his elegant face, his right hand rose again, waving it in the air, and a mountain character appeared again, but this time, he used five layers of mana.

As soon as the mountain word came out, it also turned into a small mountain and smashed towards Yi Heng, which seemed to be the same as before.

But Yi Heng suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, knowing that if he resisted this move like last time, it would definitely not work.

Tapping the ground under his feet, his body jumped back more than ten zhang away from the main hall, his left hand pinched his fingers sharply, and roared in his mouth: "Gen, for the mountain, for the earthquake, for the thunder." ”

A Gen word appeared in an instant, and it turned into a small hill and crashed towards the hill, although there was a crisis in his heart, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he could only take a step back.

Flying out of the main hall more than ten zhang away, a group of monks naturally chased out, but the Yuanying monk did not chase out, and seemed to be very confident in this blow.

Yi Heng felt even more bad, and with a "boom", a few zhang ago, the two mountains collided and shattered at the same time, instantly turning into a violent wind and sweeping around.

But he didn't have a hint of joy, and where they collided, a small hill appeared again and smashed towards him with greater speed.

His face suddenly froze, and at this time he realized what "there is a mountain outside the mountain." As soon as his mind moved, the tremor just now suddenly turned into a purple lightning, and with a "click", it bombarded the hill.

But the hill only slowed down, and it still rushed in.

It was only a few feet away from him, and his speed was faster than the first mountain, and it was too late to cast another spell at this time.

He only had time to raise his right hand and push it towards the hill with one palm.

The eyes of the cultivators shot a look of pity, and it seemed that the next moment they would see the scene of his broken hand spurting blood.

The sound of "bang" came into everyone's ears, but neither the hand was broken in their eyes, nor did they see blood spurting.

I saw the cyan figure flying upside down again twenty or thirty feet, and his face suddenly blushed for a few breaths, and then returned to his original state, but there was no fear in his eyes.

The Yuanying monk in the main hall couldn't sit still, if he used a magic weapon to cast a spell just now, where would this monk block it twice?

But at this time, in front of the disciples, he was naturally embarrassed to sacrifice the magic weapon again, and his figure suddenly flew out of the main hall, and instantly chased in front of Yi Heng, who was flying upside down, and printed his palm towards his chest.

"Haha, good come, Kun, for the ground. At this time, Yi Heng had long forgotten the warning that he could not use the Yimen Exercises frequently, if this Yuanying Monk in front of him could accompany him to fight the method and consolidate his cultivation, he would naturally not be able to ask for it.

A kun character appeared on the left hand, facing the place where the palm came from.

There was a muffled sound, and the Yuanying Monk felt that his palm seemed to hit the earth, more like falling into a quagmire, and his movements became extremely slow.

The mana was emanated, and the word Kun disappeared in an instant, but the power of his palm had been dissolved, and under one palm, there was no effect, and his heart was shocked, and his face had become extremely gloomy.

Yi Heng waited for the word Kun to be broken up in an instant, retreated a few zhang again, pinched his fingers with his right hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Dry, for the sky." A dry character appeared out of thin air, flew towards the infant monk, and disappeared again halfway through.

"How daring. The Yuanying Monk struck three blows in a row, and even chased people out, but he still didn't hurt half of this person's hair, but had to deal with his attack, and his heart was naturally extremely angry.

Just thinking about whether to sacrifice the magic weapon, suddenly there was a crisis in his heart, and his body flew upside down violently, so fast that he had retreated dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, and retreated back into the main hall.

The cultivators were even more surprised when they saw it at the gate of the main hall, but they were definitely not afraid, even if this monk in Tsing Yi was powerful, but this was within the Shifang Academy, and he could go to the sky here?

But what they didn't understand was why the elders flew back upside down, and before they could turn their heads to look at the main hall, they heard a "bang" from inside.

When he turned his head to look, he saw that the Confucian scarf on the elder's head had been broken, and the long hair that had been neatly combed was scattered on his shoulders, covering his face scatteredly, but from the scattered hair gaps, he could still see the eyes that were about to burst into flames.

Before the cultivators could react, they saw the mad elder's right hand move, and a wrist-thick pen was held in his right hand.

They were shocked and shocked in their hearts, and they immediately knew that the elder was really angry.

With a sharp right foot, the whole person flew out of the hall again, and the oncoming wind blew his hair away, and all the elegant qi dissipated, revealing a face that was extremely angry.

Running the ten-layer mana, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the sword light and sword rain stop." ”

Yi Heng's eyes were cold, his whole body was cold, his mind moved, and the gossip plate instantly appeared in his left hand, and he roared in his mouth: "Kun, for the ground, the terrain is Kun, and the virtue is at your disposal." ”

The golden pill in the dantian spun violently, and all the ninety-nine eighty-one swimming dragons swam, releasing all the mana and pouring it into the gossip plate.

One by one, the Kun characters continued to appear on the gossip plate, and continued to fly and arrange in front of him, until the eighteen Kun characters appeared, and the dantian felt a burst of obscurity, and he knew that he could sacrifice up to eighteen Kun characters at one time.

More than a dozen monks in front of the main hall looked up at the elder who looked like a mad demon, and felt the countless hills in front of him smashing towards that person from all sides, mixed with countless swords and swords in the middle.

Moreover, the rain of swords and swords seemed to be endless, endless.

The stormy attacks were all intercepted by the Kun characters, but the attacks without dead ends in all directions, how could only eighteen Kun characters be blocked?