If the donor can soar to the first ten thousand years of life, there will also be a time of fall, and the result will still be determined!"

"If I keep advancing and then cultivate to become a Daluo Immortal, can you say that the result has been decided, and how do you know that I will eventually fall!"

"If Lord Ye becomes an immortal and has a long lifespan, then there will be no fruit, then the process is the result, and it is more important than the result!"

"Uh...."After talking for a long time, he went around again, and Liangchen was speechless when he heard this, and he didn't know how to refute it.

"Amitabha! Advancing to the gods is a process, breaking through the sky and ascending is a process, cultivating immortals is also a process, and similarly, the seventh sound is also a process!

"I don't understand, I'm still a little dizzy!" the little master's words were not loud, like the sound of a bell echoing in his ears, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, rubbed his temples, I don't know if it was because of this circumambulatory rhetoric, or because he had not fully recovered from the impact of the eighth sound wave.

"Don't be in a hurry, take a look at the scenery in the mountains. The day was short and said with concern.

"Thank you for your concern!" Liangchen thanked him, wanting to see if he could get some inspiration from the little master like he had done a few days ago, but he didn't want to be confused by the debate on the "result process".

He went back to his room again and closed the door.

The wooden door was closed for seven days, and on the eighth day, the wooden door of the heart pavilion creaked open.

At this time, Liangchen's heroic posture was radiant, and his gestures were a little more dusty, and the sad and troubled appearance of the previous few days was simply like two people, I don't know if I thought of a way to crack the eighth tone, or something gratifying.

I saw that he looked like he was holding the victory, and pushed open the door of the Jing Pavilion again.

Looking at the Jing Pavilion that had not come for a few days, he walked under the nameless wooden plaque and grabbed it without hesitation!

Roar into your ears, sonic horror!

One, two, three ....

Liangchen knows that the gold beads in the sea rotate, and the gold threads shuttle, like a pair of dexterous and unparalleled hands, constantly weaving the gold wires into various shields to resist all kinds of sonic attacks.

After seven rings in a row!

Suddenly, Liangchen smiled slightly and let go of his hand directly!

At the same time, the god seemed to be electrocuted back in an instant!

Liangchen didn't see any nostalgia, turned around and pushed the door and went directly out of the pavilion.

In the hall on the first floor, the thin monk slowly opened his eyes, showing a glimmer of relief, he turned his head and patted the fat monk on the side, then pointed upstairs with his finger and nodded.

"Master Ye Shi is very smart, maybe he can really listen to it. The day is short.

"Uhh

In this way, after Liangchen completed his daily compulsory cultivation, he went to the Sutra Pavilion to cultivate, but every time he only heard the end of the seventh sound, he immediately retracted his god.

In this way, not only will you not faint, but you will also not delay your daily practice.

Originally, he had been in a hurry to break through the barrier, and wanted to listen to the nine sounds as soon as possible, but after listening to the words of the short day, he finally quieted down again!

The process is the result!

The first sound is the process, the second sound is the process... The seventh tone is also the process!

This is how he came to enlightenment in seven days.

His god seems to be in the realm of the late Yuan Infant stage, and he has cultivated the forging technique, fused the mixed sword intent of the sword cave, and absorbed the supreme Buddha nature and the power of the residual divine soul of the Relief Bead.

At this time, in the face of the impact of the eighth sound wave as vast as the sea, any small tricks and small means are useless.

If it is forcibly impacted, it will only be directly unconscious like the previous times, and in addition to the shock of the divine soul, it will also delay the daily cultivation.

Such a harmless thing, he can naturally figure it out.

But he was unwilling to let go, and he was in the room for seven days, and finally a flash of inspiration finally dawned, and the Dao heart was instantly transparent.

"It turns out that the little master is letting me lay a solid foundation!"

"Since the method of cultivation is in the midst of roaring and roaring, I haven't even fully understood the first seven sounds, so I want to forcibly learn the eighth sound?

In this way, he settled down, and every day whenever he had leisure, he went to the Jing Pavilion to comprehend the seven voices in front of him.

In this way, Liangchen's mana has been steadily restored, and the nine-fold golden bell jar can already be used handy, but it is still a little difficult to condense into a mixed yuan robe.

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The eagle flies and the rabbit goes, and the Malay cow goes.

It's been two months again!

Liangchen's mana has been restored to the ninth layer, and the Yuan Infant has also been able to operate freely, and the remaining power of this Cheng can be recovered by simply cultivating slowly.

Originally, he had planned to leave this place, but this Mixed Yuan Golden Bell Jar had reached a critical moment, and the Mixed Yuan robe was already looming and was about to condense.

After thinking about it, he decided to cultivate for a while longer, first, to fully recover his mana, and secondly, to condense the mixed yuan robe, and it was not too late to leave.

As for the nameless exercises, he had become less obsessed with listening to all the nine sounds, and just from the cultivation of the first seven layers, he had already found that the techniques contained in them were exquisite enough to use!

Because he had mastered all the techniques of confrontation, it became easier and easier for him to listen to these seven sounds, and from three or four times a day at the beginning, to more than a dozen times a day, and now he could listen to them twice a day before returning to his room to rest.

During this period, he also found time to go to the mountains to practice the art of fusion.

Resisting sonic attacks for a long time, he knows the trajectory of each sonic wave and attacking methods well.

After his own fusion, although the power of his roar is not as strong as the seventh sound, not as loud as the sixth sound, and not as fast as the fifth sound, but it has many characteristics of the previous six sounds!

Although it is still a little rusty to perform, and there are still some technical details that need to be polished after the fusion, it is simply like a cloud of mud from before, no less than being reborn!

After all, in the past, it was only limited to comprehending the momentum from various demon beasts and demon kings, but now these roars are like thunder, lightning, landslides, and tsunamis... Directly from the power of the demon beast to the power of heaven and earth, the power of nature!

For this reason, Liangchen named this new roaring technique:

"Heaven-shattering thunder!"