Yun Zhongjun wore a robe and walked slowly through the palace.

In the garden of Tianfu, there are countless strange flowers and plants, and every time he passes through those gardens, the vitality of those strange flowers and plants will penetrate into his limbs and hundreds of bones with Yun Zhongjun's swallowing.

In Xinye Tianfu, whether it is the concentration of Heaven and Earth Vitality, or the activity of Heaven and Earth Vitality, as well as the spirituality contained in Heaven and Earth Vitality, it is far beyond other places.

Three hundred years, just intermittent practice, Yun Zhongjun's mana has been filled with meridians again, filling his meridians, and the spirituality in the mana is also incomparable.

Stepping into his own palace, Yun Zhongjun's sleeves flicked, and thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water slipped out of it, spinning in front of Yun Zhongjun, and was strung into a string by Yun Zhongjun with mana, like a string of pearls.

The battle exploits obtained by leading the destruction of the twelve mountain ranges, except for those transportation money, all the resources were exchanged for one yuan of heavy water at the request of Yun Zhongjun, and thirty-three drops were filled.

And in the past three hundred years, Yun Zhongjun's cultivation has been to refine these one-yuan heavy water, fill his mana little by little into these thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water, and integrate with it.

The thought moved, and the thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water manifested in various forms in front of Yun Zhongjun, and those one-yuan heavy water, under the control of Yun Zhongjun, roared by, and the incomparable power crushed those formless heaven and earth vitality in this palace.

Because in the Tianhe Tibetan Sword Sutra practiced by Yun Zhongjun, there is no method of sacrificing and refining the Dharma Weapon of the Guardian Dao, and Yun Zhongjun is also arrogant and arrogant, and he looks down on those ordinary Dharma weapons, so he uses the method of tempering the Dharma weapon to refine the thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water and turn it into something similar to the Dharma weapon to protect himself.

Although it is not a magic weapon, in terms of power, these thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water are no better than those of a magic weapon.

One yuan heavy water is one of the heaviest things in this heaven and earth, every drop, there is a weight of 108,000 jun, not to mention others, just this drop of one yuan heavy water directly smashed down, its power, it is difficult to estimate.

After using his mana to refine the thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water to the point where it could barely be used, Yun Zhongjun found a puppet for cultivators to test their supernatural powers in the Xinye Heavenly Mansion and tested the lethality of this one-yuan heavy water.

Just a finger popped out, and the power brought by the weight of that drop of one-yuan heavy water was to break a puppet that Yun Zhongjun specially selected to withstand the attack of the Easy True Immortal - this is a huge and incomparably large weight, and the pure and incomparable power embodied is beyond the power of illegal power to resist.

One hundred and eight thousand jun, it doesn't sound like much, but when Yun Zhongjun was still attacking Fengpei Mountain in Qiuyu Lake, the two mountains that danced in that chapter were not as heavy as Wan Jun.

One drop of one-yuan heavy water is equivalent to ten hills - if it weren't for Yun Zhongjun, he would have used his mana to thoroughly refine this yuan heavy water, not to mention harnessing this yuan heavy water and using it as a magic weapon to protect the path.

The weight of these thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water alone is enough to crush Yun Zhongjun into meat sauce.

"It's time to get through that fire. "Yun Zhongjun's mana, in the palm of his hand, the thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water, are scattered between the void and the real, and fall into his acupoints, and his mana, by the immersion of the one-yuan heavy water, also becomes extremely thick.

As early as thirty years ago, Yun Zhongjun had already felt that the fire was imminent, but at that time, Yun Zhongjun's control of the thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water was not pure enough, and the spirituality in his mana was not as full as it is now.

This forcible prolongation of the catastrophe is not without its consequences.

For cultivators, avoiding calamities is not a long-term way, and the longer they do, the greater the price they need to pay, and the stronger the power will be when the final calamity comes.

As Yun Zhongjun's thoughts moved, the calamity that was enveloped in his luck was completely covered in an instant.

Then, an invisible flame rose from the center of Yunzhongjun's feet.

Yun Zhongjun Zhou's body, flesh and blood, bones, meridians and acupoints, and mana, when this flame ignited, all turned into fuel for this flame.

If the cultivator cannot resist the burning of this flame, then thousands of years of penance will be put into flowing water, the mana around the body will be dispersed, and the flesh, flesh and bones will all turn into decay.

When the flame burned, Yun Zhongjun was not in a hurry, and the magic trick in his hand was introduced.

His mana flowed through the meridians.

When the mana flowed, in the mana of the king in the clouds, the spirituality that was deeply affected by the heavy water seemed to have turned into a surging river, making a sound of the ebb and flow of the tide.

The mana is full of incomparable spirituality, covering the whole body of Yun Zhongjun.

And the yin fire is burning on this spirit, but no matter how the flame burns, this spirit has not diminished at all, just like the most stable embankment between heaven and earth.

When the flames burned, Yun Zhongjun's body, mana, and countless impurities in the primordial spirit were all turned into ashes in the flames.

Jun Baoxiang in the clouds**, sitting upright in the flames, standing still, letting the yin fire sweep up and down his body.

In the flames, Yun Zhongjun's figure quickly became withered, and the qi on his body became weaker and weaker, as if he was dying.

After a full month, the flame slowly went out.

Then Yun Zhongjun's body, vitality flowed again.

Soon, Yun Zhongjun regained his previous appearance of being as rich as jade.

In the eyes of other cultivators, the fire that was feared like a tiger was in Yun Zhongjun's body, and it was just like spending it ordinarily, just like eating and drinking, without the slightest difference.

Between Yun Zhongjun's swallowing, the river-like mana flowed again in his meridians.

Just like surviving the wind disaster, after surviving the fire, the mana that was originally filled in the meridians of Yunzhongjun was smelted by the yin fire, and only about thirty percent remained.

The incomparable spirituality flowed in that mana, making Yun Zhongjun's mana seem to be alive.

"It is rumored that the supreme supernatural power, even if only one qi machine still exists between heaven and earth, can be reborn between heaven and earth at any time with the help of this qi machine, and will never fall. Yun Zhongjun felt the spirituality that was becoming more and more abundant in his mana, and secretly thought to himself, judging from the growth of his own mana, the spirituality was not false.

In the palace, Yun Zhongjun stretched out his fingers, and among his fingers, a drop of heavy water of one yuan emerged, and the water was crystal clear.

Suddenly, Yun Zhongjun bent his fingers, and this drop of one-yuan heavy water was shattered and turned into an infinite splash, which permeated in this palace, and when the countless water streams were about to overflow to the outside of the palace, Yun Zhongjun's thoughts moved, and the countless water streams were gathered in the middle again and turned into one-yuan heavy water.

After surviving the fire, Yun Zhongjun could be regarded as completely refining the thirty-three drops of one-yuan heavy water.

"However, this Yuan Heavy Water is not so much a magic weapon as a spell. ”

"The sacrificial refinement of the Dao Protector Vessel still has to be put on the agenda. "Take back that drop of one-yuan heavy water, Yun Zhongjun thought.

Yun Zhongjun naturally has ideas about his natal weapon, but his current luck and luck money are not enough to support him to turn his ideas into reality, so he can only put his thoughts on hold for the time being.