Therefore, Qin Yan did not have the slightest worry.

Unscrupulously absorbing the swarming violent spiritual power.

At this time, if there was a very powerful immortal cultivator who watched coldly, he could clearly see the huge gap between Qin Yan and other immortal cultivators.

Pity the other immortal cultivators, all of them showed trembling looks.

At this time, there were too many spiritual energy in heaven and earth, and every wisp contained the power of rage, so they didn't dare to take the initiative to spit it out.

Even if you passively inhale the body's aura, you still have to run the magic trick and carefully guide it to dissolve it.

This process, when the foundation of the rune was built, diluted the power of thunder and lightning, quite similar.

There can't be a single mistake.

It must be diluted to the extent that the body can bear it, and then it will be incorporated into the dantian, guiding it to wander through the seven meridians and eight veins, washing the marrow and cutting the bones.

It's relatively safe to do this, but the efficiency can't be compared with Qin Yan at all, after all, you can't have both fish and bear's paws.

What's more, it was impossible for them to dare to do this like Qin Yan.

Otherwise, it would be the old birthday star hanging, thinking that he would live too long.

Oh, no, there is an exception, that is the young master of the Demon Cloud Sect, this guy is also like Qin Yan, directly absorbing the violent aura.

After all, in order to build the foundation this time, the other party spent a whole ten years to strengthen his body.

And just like that, half an hour passed.

Under a pine tree more than ten feet high, an old man with a beard is meditating cross-legged.

The old man's surname is Tang, and he is eighty-five this year, and although his face is full of red light, his cheeks are also full of wrinkles.

As a casual cultivator, he coincidentally embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, and without any background and help, relying on his own exploration, in a few decades, he was able to cultivate to the eighth level of qi refining, which was already remarkable.

But at this age, his blood has dried up, and he also understands that it may be difficult to go further in this life.

Are you unwilling?

That's for sure, of course.

He dreamed of building a foundation so that he could live to be more than two hundred years old.

But extravagant expectations are just extravagant expectations.

But sometimes it just so happens by chance.

So when he unexpectedly learned that the spiritual veins of the former Xuandao Sect Helm were about to be resurrected, and they might even erupt, he came here without hesitation.

Even if he knew in his heart that the spiritual vein foundation building was extremely dangerous, not to mention that he only had the eighth layer of qi refining, the hope of success was even more slim.

But the matter has come to this, he has no choice, anyway, there is not much left of Shouyuan, why not take a risk?

If you're lucky, you might be able to make it......

It's a pity that the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

In just half an hour, this old man surnamed Tang couldn't bear it anymore.

The spiritual vein building foundation was much more dangerous and difficult than he had imagined.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the old man's face was unwilling, and the foundation building failed, and his soul flew away.

And he was far more unlucky.

Or rather, this is just the beginning.

Over time.

More and more monks are falling.

Before I knew it, most of the day had passed.

In just a few hours, it is also a snap of a finger for mortals, let alone immortal cultivators......

However, at this time, at the helm of the Xuandao Sect, everyone is living like a year.

The spiritual veins build the foundation, and the danger is self-evident.

Failure is certainly the end of the soul, but in fact, its success rate is not too low, similar to the foundation of the rune road.

Originally, according to everyone's speculation, nearly 300 people entered this place this time, and in the end, at least one-tenth to one-fifth of them were able to successfully get out alive.

Otherwise, if the odds are too small, everyone won't come here to take risks.

However, who would have thought that there was a conspiracy of the Demon Cloud Sect in this.

So far, no one has succeeded.

On the contrary, more than ninety percent of the monks have fallen.

There are only a dozen or so left, Qin Yan and the young master don't say anything, and the rest are all top powerhouses among the monks of the same level.

Most of them occupy the cave mansion left by the Jindan monks of the Xuandao Sect, and the conditions for building the foundation are very good.

These people are also full of confidence in themselves, and originally thought that there was a seventy or eighty percent chance of success.

But now, things are different......

Xu Qi is such an immortal cultivator at the peak of qi refining.

Originally, he was full of confidence in his own strength, and although he was a casual cultivator, he was by no means slightly inferior to any true disciple of the three major sects, and this time he was determined to build a foundation.

But now his faith was beginning to waver.

Half a day has passed, and he has absorbed and refined a lot of violent aura, washing the marrow and cutting the bones, and the effect is very good.

If he followed the scriptures, he was almost certain that he had succeeded in laying the foundation.

But now, he is in trouble.

How so?

It's always a little bit worse.

He had already tried several methods to channel spiritual power and try to build a foundation in the Dantian Purple Mansion.

Every time, it looks like it's going to be successful, but it's always a little bit off.

And over and over again.

If at first he could still calm down and try.

Now he can't hold his breath.

He felt as if there was an invisible force in the underworld, preventing him from building a foundation.

But how is this possible?

There has never been a description of this in the classics, but I came across it myself.

This is not his imagination or illusion.

It's true.

Xu Qi couldn't help but panic.

Because if you can't successfully build a foundation, you will continue to absorb the violent spiritual power all the time.

In this way, your body and meridians will eventually be unable to bear it.

What to do?

His face was very ugly.

This thought turns in my head, and then none of it is useful.

......

When he met a monk with the same difficulty, he was naturally far more than Xu Qi, and the remaining ten or so immortal cultivators were also the elite of the elite.

Originally, they were sure that they would succeed in building the foundation, but now they encountered the same problem as Xu Qi.

Everyone's hearts were filled with apprehension.

And as time passed, such apprehension even turned into despair.

Obviously, it is very good to wash the marrow and cut the bones, how can there be no way to build a foundation?

Could it be that someone is secretly doing something, this is a conspiracy?

Speculation about the truth has even begun.

It's a pity that there is no use.

There was no turning back from the bow.

They are now fish on the chopping block.

Since stepping into the helm of the Xuandao Sect, it is destined that only one person will succeed in building the foundation and leave here alive.

This is the terrible thing about the foundation of the five elements.

All of them were used as stepping stones.

And so another hour passed.

Xu Thirst couldn't bear it, he had tried his best, but he didn't have the skills to return to the sky, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and with a look of unwillingness and despair in his eyes, he fell to the ground with a snap.

The others didn't last long, after all, their strength was different, and in the next half an hour, the monks who were still alive fell one after another.

As a result, the last two people were left at the helm of the huge Xuandao Sect.

Qin Yan and the young master of the Demon Cloud Sect.