The col is as warm as spring, and the spring water is bubbling, but it is slowly dyed with a layer of red.

Closing his fist and standing, Wang Qingyuan sighed in his heart, wealth and silk are moving, this is Kyushu, many people understand the principles of sages, but they may not follow them.

For many people, the truth is just a trivial firewood that supports the burning of power, and only with power can we create an eternal and unchanging truth.

Wang Qingyuan muttered, this is a seemingly peaceful troubled era, the demon clan is around, the demons are dormant, even ordinary people, they can't escape the world, so the Zhou emperors of the past dynasties advocated that all monks in Kyushu, and even ordered the royal academy to study the Yuan Shen of the past dynasties, and create a performance suitable for all ordinary people to practice the seven-layer foundation building gong "foundation building gong", in order to make everyone like a dragon, no longer the weak physique more than 5,000 years ago, reduced to the blood food of the demon clan, can protect the relatives, control their own destiny.

Of course, in Wang Qingyuan's view, this is far from enough, the consumption required for cultivation is too great, ordinary people, it is difficult to practice "Building the Foundation" to more than two layers, but compared to more than 5,000 years ago, it is much better, which is difficult to change in all dynasties, if you want everyone to be a cultivator, it is impossible to empty the entire world of Kyushu.

A fiery red Ganoderma lucidum, in Wang Qingyuan's eyes at this time, was more bright red than blood, he took a deep breath, and shook his fist, Lingzhi was shattered by a punch, and then all the juice gathered towards the collapse of his fist, seeping into his body along the pores on his fist.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the five internal organs were like fire, blooming with five-colored brilliance, and in an instant, a scorching and pure vitality swept through the whole body, Wang Qingyuan's bones crackled, and the whole person was raised by two inches in an instant, which could reach six feet high.

You must know that although it was said that in ancient times, the so-called seven-foot man was originally described as a fierce general with a horse leather shroud in the army, with a tall physique, charging into battle, and being a pillar of the country, and ordinary people, even when they reached the crown ceremony, when they were adults, it was already very rare to be six feet tall.

Now, Wang Qingyuan is only fifteen years old, and he has six feet, which is an adult whose cultivation has penetrated deep into his bones, and his qi and blood bones have grown, and he is no longer inferior to an adult with a weak crown.

Even later, this bone crunch sounded together, like a thunderbolt, like a river rolling, and the waves hitting the sky, even if the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" has been completed, Wang Qingyuan still feels that his blood and qi have skyrocketed again, such a change is somewhat unexpected by him.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan looked at his chest, and he could vaguely see a five-color furnace rising and falling, with a restrained brilliance, and the furnace wall was glowing with cold metallic light, which seemed to have really changed from virtual to real and became a real substance.

An indescribable fist realm is sleeping, but it has matured, Wang Qingyuan's eyes are bright, swallowing so much qi and blood vitality, this five-color furnace has finally been condensed, and it belongs to the eighth style of the Five Elements Fist.

In the middle of his thoughts, Wang Qingyuan stretched out his right hand, the palm of his hand was facing up, and the palm of his hand was revealed, with a palm-sized five-color furnace appearing, with restrained metallic light, three legs and two ears, looking simple and unpretentious, without superfluous ornaments and imprints.

It is hard to imagine that the five organs of the human body can be born with such an existence, although the sage classics warn the readers, do not speak of strangeness, force, chaos, and gods, but that was before the demon clan came into the world, with the evolution of human beings in the world of Kyushu, too many miraculous skills have appeared, and the cultivators have climbed step by step, and before the long years, in the ancient era, even the third-order characters who practiced their own vitality were rare, not to mention the Dao Yuanshen, the top figures who were enough to destroy the mountains and rivers and cities, it was even more unheard of.

Well?

Er, just when Wang Qingyuan wanted to make a move, where the spiritual platform was, the seed of time that had been silent for a long time suddenly revealed a trace of undetectable movement, and it seemed that an invisible qi machine had penetrated out, and before Wang Qingyuan could react, he disappeared into the five-color furnace in his palm.

"It's ......"

Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, but until the half-burnt incense passed, he sensed it again, and there was no response at all.

His gaze fell on the five-color furnace in his palm again, and at this time, Wang Qingyuan clearly noticed a difference, the five-color furnace at this moment, compared with just now, seemed to be more ethereal, giving birth to a kind of unreality.

The qi and blood in the palm of his hand surged, and he was taken aback when he didn't enter this five-color furnace, in the five-color furnace at this moment, in addition to the majestic blood qi that belonged to him, there was actually an extra void with a radius of ten zhang, and this void was empty, showing a chaotic color.

And with the induction of qi and blood, Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but give birth to a sense of enlightenment, as soon as his mind moved, the five-color furnace slowly floated, the lid of the furnace was lifted, and the mouth of the furnace with a fist was aimed at a piece of gravel the size of a human head, and suddenly, a devouring force was transmitted, and the gravel floated up, was pulled, and then became smaller and smaller, becoming the size of a fingernail, and disappeared into the furnace.

Qi and blood sensed again, and Wang Qingyuan saw that the gravel the size of a human head appeared in the ten-zhang void, floating quietly as if it had lost gravity.

"Sumeru mustard seeds!"

He couldn't help but gasp, he remembered some words he saw when he read the Taoist Sutra at Yunjuan Peak some time ago, but he didn't expect that this magical power that only existed in legends really existed.

Wait a minute!

Wang Qingyuan quickly remembered the little monk Mingtong and the unsuccessful Taoist Qin Shuang, the wine gourd that the two of them carried with them, which seemed to show the same miracle at the beginning.

It turned out that he did not witness the legend, but he was simply lonely, and the magic on the fairy road was only the tip of the iceberg, which was really insignificant.

But now it is timely rain, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath, all kinds of rare herbs in this Yuanshen world, although they are consumed year after year because of many beasts taking the path of psychic evolution, there are still a lot of them, compared to the Xuantian Dao Mountain, I don't know how many times more, it can be said to be a treasure land.

The reconstruction of Crape Myrtle Peak, not to mention the various repairs in the Crape Myrtle Palace, is the reopening of the mountain gate, the repair of the mountain road, and the re-opening, which is also the consumption of snowflakes and silver flowing water.

Call!

Wang Qingyuan took another step, at this time, the pressure of a thousand catties had no effect on him, he took a step is ten zhang away, for those who have not yet built a foundation, it has to be said to be a pole.

He walked through the ancient forests and mountain streams, his palms opening and closing, the five-colored furnace was like a black hole, and he constantly included the old medicine fruits he saw along the way.

Hundreds of miles of light are fleeting.

As soon as he stepped into the dark realm, Wang Qingyuan felt the thick demonic energy in the air, this demonic qi was too pure, if the demonic qi here was clear spring water, then the demonic qi in the Mochizuki Mountain Range was as dirty as rancid water, and there was a huge difference between the two.

The top master of ancient times, the sect master of the Qianyuan One Qi Sect, the sage of the human race who competed with the demon emperor of the Tianpeng clan in his later years, how could there be such a dark place with a strong demonic aura in the Yuan Shen world, which had to make Wang Qingyuan vigilant.

Rumble!

Wang Qingyuan moved, this movement was like a storm, his blood spurted thin, and he pulled out a narrow dark cyan match on the dark earth.

Deep in the Darkness.

A young man in a red robe and carrying a long sword walked in the heavy demon mist, his black hair danced wildly, his steps were like a dragon, and a pair of Danfeng eyes were full of indifference.

The young man stopped, his brows furrowed slightly, and he turned around, his dark jade-like eyes seemed to penetrate far away.

Bang!

The palm like white jade fell, smashing the head of a close demon wolf, and the boy returned to normal, his steps were very fast, as if a red jade long sword was shuttling, tearing through layers of black mist, and submerged into it.

......

In the dark world, such an almost demonic realm-like existence, Wang Qingyuan walked through it, the surrounding demonic aura was like a sea, and from time to time it emitted a beautiful sound, which seemed to be arousing people's desires, miscellaneous thoughts, and killing thoughts, and many troubled roots seemed to be ready to move, if it was an ordinary cultivator who had not yet built a foundation, even if he was close to building a foundation, it was difficult to resist the qi and blood with the strength of a thousand catties, and the demonic aura here was too pure, and the breath that tempted people to fall was also strong to the extreme, and it could even make people have all kinds of hallucinations, and they fell unconsciously.

However, for Wang Qingyuan, this is a treasure land, as he runs, his whole person seems to have turned into a black hole, and the demonic qi of the four directions is centered on him, collapsing violently, being absorbed and devoured.

As soon as these demonic qi fell into the five-color furnace, they were incinerated and refined, and even the bright red qi and blood flames were scorched, and in an instant, they became wisps of pure white and holy mist, with a strong breath of life.

This is the Yuan Qi Mist, which is recorded in the eighth book of the Tao Sutra in the Medicine Stone Chapter. Vitality is the source of the survival of any life, just like the blood of living beings, once too much blood is lost. Life will pass away, and there are all kinds of grass and tree spirits, which also contain a lot of vitality, such as ginseng and reishi, if you cut an opening. If you release too much ginseng juice, you will also die.

Therefore, in many large households, there are years of old ginseng, once the old man is dying, he will take it out, cut it into ginseng slices and put it in his mouth, he can hang a breath, and even return to the light, and have enough time to leave a will.

Everything is the work of vitality.

A person who cultivates. Eating meat and replenishing blood qi is actually replenishing vitality qi, but it is impossible for ordinary cultivators to use the five-color furnace to quench out the vitality mist like Wang Qingyuan.

Knowing it in his heart, Wang Qingyuan didn't miss a little opportunity, the lid of the five-color furnace was lifted, the gravitational force of yin and yang differentiation was urged to the extreme, and a steady stream of demonic energy was devoured. Refining into wisps of Yuan Qi mist, these Yuan Qi mist are entangled with each other, ten strands into a wisp, ten wisps into a drop.

Of course, it is impossible to be a disciple of the eighth layer of the Xuantian Dao of any other "Xuantian Gong", because he has not condensed his spiritual power, let alone the vast and noble thoughts that Wang Qingyuan's "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" has refined, and he can't resist such a steady stream of demonic qi erosion, and if he lets go of his hands and feet like this, he will soon be lured to fall and will never recover.

Roar!

However, in ten miles, there are all kinds of demon beasts, these demon beasts live in such a dark world where the demon qi is pure, and the demon qi is also very pure, and the qi and blood are majestic, which is more prosperous than the demon beasts in the outside world.

But no matter how strong the demon beast is, it doesn't know the magic skills, and it doesn't know the art of war, even if it is strong in qi and blood, it is just an ordinary monster, far from mastering the magic skills and building a successful foundation.

Wang Qingyuan didn't look at it, the five-color furnace in his palm appeared, the lid of the furnace was lifted, the yin and yang were differentiated, all of them were put into the furnace, and with a slight shake of the palm, it became blood water, and then urged the qi and blood flames to be refined, all of which became wisps of pure vitality and stored them.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan was like a god walking in the dark, the five-colored brilliance flashed in his palm, and all the fierce demon beasts were ambushed, plus a large amount of demon qi was refined, and in his five-color furnace, a fist-sized amount of Yuan Qi liquid soon gathered out, and this mass of Yuan Qi liquid was a full hundred drops.

One hundred drops of Yuan Qi liquid, each drop, is almost equivalent to the vitality contained in a decades-old ginseng plant, ten drops are equivalent to a century-old ginseng plant, and one hundred drops is ten plants.