The old man's divine consciousness flickered brightly and dimly in front of Bai Chen's eyes, and he said proudly: "When the old man was feathered, he stored all the things he had learned all his life in this recipe, and injected the imprint of his divine sense, and a wisp of the old man's divine consciousness also rested in this scroll!"

Bai Chen poked at the golden light with some curiosity, and said after a little thought: "I remember that the elder said that the waning moon trick is an unlimited heart decision, and I dare to ask the seniors how much they know about the unlimited heart formula!"

The golden light floated in mid-air, and there was a little more sigh in his tone, as if there were thousands of reasons that were difficult to explain, and said: "The Unrestricted Heart Determination is rare, not because of how strong the Heart Technique is, but because the cultivator must have a multi-system quenching spirit physique before he can cultivate, otherwise why do you think you can cultivate this Skill!"

The words of the old man's divine sense seemed to make Bai Chen understand something, because a cultivator in the world who had multiple systems of quenching physique was a difficult thing to even gather qi, let alone cultivate.

However, because of the difference in the source of the quenching spirit, he was able to cultivate so far.

Bai Chen clasped his hands around his chest and asked as if he didn't understand: "Isn't that senior also a multi-line cultivator?"

Jin Guangfei flew down and patted Bai Chen's forehead, and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense? The old man didn't have a lot of quenching spirits, how could he create this decision, if it weren't for the old man seeing that you were destined for me, he really wanted to slap you to death!"

Bai Chen rubbed his forehead painfully and muttered, "Isn't this in the spiritual space, how can the pain be so real!"

The old man's divine sense let out an impatient voice and said, "Okay, okay, don't grind, don't you kid still want to cultivate the spirit scroll!"

Bai Chen let go of his arm, glanced at the spirit scroll in anger, and said, "Senior, then how should I cultivate?"

The spirit scroll let out an intriguing evil laugh and said, "You don't care about this, you just need to close your eyes, it won't hurt too much!"

Bai Chen scratched his forehead, always feeling that his laughter was a little chilly, so he closed his eyes in disbelief as he said, and said, "Senior, am I okay with this?"

I saw that the golden light floating in mid-air gradually turned into a point and flew into Bai Chen's mind at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, Bai Chen felt that his head seemed to be stuffed with something, and he constantly felt a sense of swelling and pain, and he couldn't help but cover his head with both hands and grin in pain: "Front...... generation, this ...... That's how you say it!"

Soon, a strange feeling of cold and heat suddenly appeared, gradually emerging from his whole body, the severe swelling pain made his forehead bruise, sometimes his face was blue and sometimes red, and the sweat kept dripping, so that he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Isn't this a dream, why is the pain so strong, this old man still said that it doesn't hurt, grandma's almost didn't hurt me!"

Fortunately, the intense pain also slowly subsided, and he opened his confused eyes with difficulty, and the pain just now almost made him unconscious.

At this time, Bai Chen's joking words suddenly appeared in Bai Chen's mind:

"Hey, don't think that if you scold me in your heart, the old man won't hear it, now the old man and you share a spiritual sea, what you think in your mind, the old man knows it clearly!"

Bai Chen suddenly felt on fire, and said helplessly: "It turns out that the so-called spiritual scroll is to encroach on other people's spiritual space?"

Although he said this, he did not take precautions against the old man's divine sense, because if he felt the malice of the spirit scroll, he would not let the spirit scroll enter his spiritual space so hastily.

The old man's divine sense was obviously quite satisfied with his spiritual space, and replied with some satisfaction:

"What is the meaning of encroachment, the old man is just borrowing, you took away the old man's shelter, is it possible that you want me to float outside as a lonely ghost! However, seeing that you kid is still a malleable talent, rest assured, the old man is not living in your spiritual space for nothing, as a reward, the old man will train you to be a top master like me!"

Bai Chen wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, but listening to the old man's almost braggadocio tone, he couldn't help but glance at him, and said, "I don't even know who you are, why should I believe you?"

The old man let out a lazy voice and said, "The old man is named Shenfengzi, now the old man wants to sleep back, don't disturb me if there is nothing important!"

As soon as Bai Chen wanted to ask him about the spirit scroll, there was no news, which made him feel a little angry, and said: "Shen Fengzi, the god crazy is almost the same, I haven't slept enough after sleeping for hundreds of years, forget it, let's figure it out for myself!"

"Millennium Court"

In a slightly quaint room, the light flickered gently, and Luo Gui was lying comfortably in the wooden barrel, which was filled with potions with bursts of medicinal aroma.

The deep heat was filled with the sound of "gurgling", and by the barrel, there stood an old man with a serious voice and standing with his hands in his hands.

I saw that the old man slowly took out a delicate box and opened it slowly, and in the box was a reddish pill-shaped medicine.

The old man took out the elixir and held it in the palm of his hand, gently crushed it with spiritual power, and when it opened, the elixir completely turned into powder, and then sprinkled it in the wooden barrel.

The barrel gradually hissed, and the potion, which had been slightly blue, gradually turned into a liquid like blood.

Luo Gui's cheeks were flushed, but he had a look of comfortable enjoyment, and slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, at this time he was like a bloodthirsty devil, extremely terrifying.

Seeing the state he was in, the old man actually nodded and said with a little satisfaction: "It seems that most of your injuries have recovered, and now you have absorbed the Bloodthirsty Pill, which not only greatly strengthens your physique, but also breaks through the Nine Realms is just around the corner." ”

Hearing this, Luo Gui slowly stretched out his blood-red right palm, looking at the tyrannical aura emanating from his entire arm, he couldn't help but clench his right fist violently, feeling the tyrannical aura emanating from his body, his red blood pupils looked out the window, and said gloomily: "Seven days later, I will take your head with my own hands!"

In the middle of the night, the bright moon illuminates the peak of Mochizuki through the clouds, and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and a mysterious color cannot help but emerge.

The next day, Bai Chen rushed to the Xuanbao Hall while the sky was slightly bright, since the last time he encountered a large number of sect disciples gathered here, he learned to be clever, for fear of encountering the situation last time.

"What, you want to participate in the sect competition?"

I saw the two of them sitting at the wooden table, Elder Chongtong took out a cup and poured fragrant tea, and said in surprise: "You little hairy head, you haven't even reached the peak of the spiritual realm, you will definitely lose very badly if you go to participate in the sect competition!"

As he spoke, he picked up the fragrant tea and savored it.

Bai Chen glanced at Elder Chongtong, and said a little helplessly: "You don't believe your apprentice and me so much, so I have even practiced the first volume of the Wanyue Technique." ”

Elder Chongtong, who was originally sipping fragrant tea, heard Bai Chen say that he had completed the first volume, and immediately put down the cup, his eyes glowed golden, and he looked at Bai Chen with excitement, and said, "What? You mean that you have practiced, hurry! Hurry up and talk to the teacher!"

Chongtong showed an excited expression, as if he had practiced the waning moon trick himself.

Bai Chen was suddenly embarrassed by his contrasting actions, so he had to unhurriedly tell him how he had refined the Wanyue Recipe and the effect of the Wanyue Technique, and by the way, he also told Chongtong about the time when he fought with Luo Gui.

"What!"

Chongtong slapped the wooden table and said angrily: "There is such a thing, how did this Yin Protector teach his apprentice! Have you been hurt in any way, if there is a good one, I will definitely remove his apprentice's leg!"

Obviously, it was Luo Gui's incident that angered him, so he showed such anger.

Bai Chen was frightened by Chongtong's slamming the table, but he was still moved by Chongtong's spirit of being his own, and said, "My injuries have healed, and after this battle, I believe he won't dare to hurt those named disciples." ”

Chongtong is obviously still a little angry, after all, he is upright by nature, although he likes to play tricks on weekdays, but he hates the cruelty of his fellow disciples.

Seeing that Elder Chongtong was so angry, Bai Chen hurriedly picked up the tea and drank it all, quickly changed the topic, and said, "I heard that the winner of the sect competition can represent the sect to participate in the sect conference, so do you know what the winning rewards for the top prize of the sect conference are?"

Elder Chongtong thought for a moment, and said lightly, "It seems that the prizes are pills and spiritual weapons!"

After speaking, Elder Chongtong showed him a strange look, and said with some mockery: "You don't still look forward to being able to participate in the sect conference, do you? If you really think so, then you should give up this idea quickly!"

"A sect can only send one young disciple to participate in the conference, just because you haven't reached the cultivation of the Soul Refining Realm! I think it's even difficult to win in the internal sect competition!"

Bai Chen played with the cup in his hand, and when he heard that there was a spiritual weapon in the winning prize, his eyes instantly brightened, and he didn't hear what Chongtong said next, and said: "The winning prize actually has a spiritual weapon, and the grade will definitely not be low, just because I lack a weapon to take advantage of!"

Chongtong slapped Bai Chen's head and said, "Are you listening to the old man?"

Bai Chen suddenly felt a little pain, rubbed his head and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Why are you doing it with such great strength, it hurts me to death!"

Chongtong glanced at him, put his hands around his chest and said, "It's not impossible to participate, but in order for you not to be scrapped in the ring, is it sure that you will reach the peak of the Quenching Spirit Realm within five days?"

Hearing Elder Chongtong's words, he almost didn't let Bai Chen's mouthful of old blood spurt out, and he secretly thought with a wry smile in his heart: "What does it mean to be scrapped, am I so weak?"

Bai Chen scratched his forehead and replied a little far-fetched: "I'll try my best!"

With his current cultivation in the Seven Realms of Spirit, it is still a bit far-fetched to reach the peak of the Ninth Realm of Entering the Soul within five days.

Although with his current overall strength, he could not fight with a monk of the Eighth or Ninth Realm, but there were not many outstanding disciples in the sect, and the disciples who had reached the cultivation of the Soul Realm were definitely not a minority.

Since you want to win in the sect competition, you must break through to the peak of the spiritual realm, and even reach the quenching spirit realm.