"You've reached the end of the Dan period?"

Xiang Ming suddenly frowned, and his huge eyes stared at Wang Zimo incredulously.

As if he had heard something very unbelievable, he turned his back sharply. The slender back trembled violently, and after thinking for a moment, he left the prince and hurried away.

Looking at the mottled blue brick wall that gradually solidified in front of him, Wang Zimo was puzzled by the second monk.

"Isn't it just Yudan, is it necessary to run so fast?"

The prince pursed the corners of his lips in great incomprehension, but it was Xiang Ming who was hit hard.

He was locked up here for I don't know how many years, but his cultivation actually fell from the Eight Stars of the Emperor Moon to the Chenxing Realm. That abominable Xuanyang Sword is still strong after thousands of years, as if it has been forgotten by time in a corner. You must know that it is the transformation of a monk's Yuan Force, that is the Yuan Force, and there is no Yuan Force in the world that will not dissipate.

However, the Xuanyang Sword became more and more refined.

No, it's not the Xuanyang Sword that is changing!

Xiang Ming stared at Xuanyang Sword and thought for a long time, ......

It wasn't until he ate the berries that Wang Zimo gave him that he was sure that it was his own cultivation that had achieved the fall of the cross-border boundary.

From the Eight Stars of the Emperor Moon, he crossed the two great realms of Haoyue and Emperor Star, and fell directly to the realm of the stars!

Xiang Ming felt bitter in his heart, and at this time, he was like a vegetable bun with the little guy outside.

He couldn't find the reason for the fall of the realm, and finally confirmed that he was used to being amorous when he was young, leaving many kinds but none of them were born, and owed a lot of yin debts to the children of the underworld, resulting in damage to yin virtue, and only then would he be retributed.

"Hey!"

Xiang Ming shook his head, returned to Wang Zimo, raised his head and said weakly: "I can give you the exercises, from Chenxing to Zifu Yuanying, a complete set of exercises." But there is a prerequisite, you must pull out that Xuanyang sword!"

Xiang Ming knew that all the cultivators in this foreign world were not at the level of Qi cultivation, and there were a few knots who were all inherited from his enemies. After thousands of years, those inheritances have long forgotten what they should do, so Xiang Ming decided to go out, find those who chased and killed him, and break them one by one. Get back everything he's right!

"Good!"

The prince agreed without even thinking about it.

Regardless of whether you can pull out the Xuanyang Sword or not, stabilize Xiang Ming's emotions first. Look at his depressed appearance, like a defeated big rooster, walking without heels, as if he will fall at any time.

"I'm not done yet!"

Xiang Ming irritably dragged his hair behind the formation, ripped the crown of his hair, and hurriedly said: "I'm not familiar with this Kyushu continent yet, you have to help me after I go out, be my guide, and wait for this Demon Heaven to find the descendants of those seventeen sluts, recapture the cultivation, and then give you the exercises of the Dan period." ”

"No way!"

, let's talk about it, it's still a lie!

Even though Wang Zimo scolded Xiang Ming in his heart, he still smiled awkwardly and politely, scratched his head and defended: "When you find your cultivation and run away for yourself, won't I be busy in vain? Can you beat them?"

Wang Zimo's casual words touched Xiang Ming's self-esteem.

Now they really can't fight them.

At the beginning, he was dignified and had eight stars in the emperor's month, and he was one level short of nine stars, and he broke the pill and married a baby, and the preaching was right in front of him. But now, he ended up being bullied casually by even a Qi cultivator, which was simply a shame for his Emperor Demon Heaven!

"You kid knows a lot!"

Xiang Ming had to re-examine the hole cards in his hand.

If Wang Zimo turned around and left, he wouldn't want to go out in his life. "Don't forget that there are no exercises, you are still a little hairy kid who practices qi. What qualifications do you have to ...... me?"

I was really afraid of something, Xiang Ming was halfway through his words, and he saw that Wang Zimo, the bastard, turned his head and left. And he walked so thoroughly that he didn't even leave a chance to speak to himself.

He originally wanted to say a few cruel words first, increase his face, and then take advantage of the situation to get off the donkey and give the prince half of the exercises.

"Think about it first! I'll come back tomorrow!"

A dazzling ray of light suddenly burst out of the dark night sky, and then countless colorful glows roared overhead, tearing the nocturnal birds to pieces before they could return home.

It was a miasma day, and the auroras thrown out of the cracks filled the sky, driving away the darkness and bringing untold blood.

Wang Zimo walked out of Qingming Ju and looked up at the colorful sky.

Behind the beauty was a killing full of danger, and this killing light hovered above the Baiyun Dao Pavilion, blocked by a faint layer of black yuan force.

It's safe here!

Wang Zimo held the dantian with his left hand, and pinched the last Peiyuan Dan with his right hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Hey, my mother-in-law went to Kunxu, it's time to refine a furnace of Pei Yuan Dan by herself.

As the saying goes: food and clothing, lust and lust.

Wang Zimo never broke the pills in the storage bag from the beginning, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one as if he were eating jelly beans.

First, Xue Lianzhu gave him alchemy, and after arriving in Jiuli, the entire pill of the Fengtian God Sect was taken by him.

Now single-handedly, I really regret not preparing supplies in the Fengtian God Sect, but fortunately, he learned how to make alchemy from Xue Lianzhu, and there is also a refined copper coffin printed with Dan Jue in the storage bag to make a Dan furnace.

Thinking of this, Wang Zimo looked around.

Under the protection of the banyan tree, the miasma can be said to have everything, and it is simply a natural medicine garden.

In an instant, Wang Zimo came up with the idea of moving the miasma to the dantian domain.

Auroras rage in the depths of the miasma.

Wang Zimo walked around the Baiyun Dao Pavilion, and only found a few probiotic herbs that could be used as medicinal herbs, refining Pei Yuan Dan required a total of eight flavored herbs, as well as seven flavors......

Hey, it looks like there's still a chance to talk about it!

Forcibly suppressing the desire for alchemy in his heart, Wang Zimo stood outside the Sanqing Palace again, poking his head out and looking inside.

He saw that the Sanqing Palace was full of palm-sized jade, and each piece of jade exuded energy of different colors. This energy fused with each other, and finally converged into a black Yuan force, which filled the entire palace.

So that's it!

This black Yuan Force is actually a mixture of countless Yuan Forces of different colors!

It's like a vat of water, you pour in red dye, and the water becomes red, and then you pour in the yellow dye juice, and the water turns orange again, and you pour all the colors of dyeing into the jar, then the water will eventually turn black, and it will never change again, and black is the end.

Wang Zimo suddenly brightened, his fingers raised, overflowing with a clear and transparent Yuan Force, and he secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that my Yuan Force is that jar of clear water?"

Suddenly, a strong thought cut off his divine consciousness that had probed into the Sanqing Palace.

The prince was caught off guard, and his consciousness was suddenly hit hard.

The Yuan Shen in the middle dantian suddenly held his stomach and turned his head, and Wang Zimo's chest was swollen, and he couldn't help but spurt out a stream of blood.

He stroked his chest with one hand and looked up in a dejected manner, his scarlet eyes full of anger.

Half of the divine consciousness that was poked out just now was cut off in an instant. Now that demigod consciousness is still in the Sanqing Palace, the prince can clearly feel that it is imprisoned at the feet of Sanqing, trembling.

"It is forbidden to snoop in the palace, so don't go in quickly and apologize!"

At this time, Wang Zimo's heart suddenly appeared in the heart of the banyan tree, helpless and gloating.

"Even the god of this tree doesn't dare to be so arrogant, hurry up and kowtow to Sanqing Tianzun to confess and repent, as long as you are pious in your heart, Tianzun will forgive you, adults don't remember villains, don't look at Tianzun with hateful eyes, that will only make you die worse in the palace!"

The gods are not allowed to be blasphemed, and even if the gods don't care, the gods' protectors will also impose small punishments.

The prince silently followed what the banyan tree said, bowed his head and repented in his heart.

He muttered words that he couldn't even hear, his tongue seemed to be knotted, and his language was damaged by the loss of half of his senses.

Stepping into the Sanqing Palace, Wang Zimo suddenly felt thousands of sharp gazes sweeping towards him, from beginning to end, he seemed to be a peeled banana, and there was nothing to hide under those gazes.

These eyes come from patches of jade of different colors.

They were like living creatures, and they became active the moment Wang Zimo stepped in, and all kinds of voices suddenly filled Wang Zimo's head, almost bursting his crippled consciousness.

In the face of strong coercion, Wang Zimo's legs were weak, and when he saw the futon in front of the statue of Sanqing, he rushed over as if he saw a savior, stroked his chest with his left hand, held the futon with his right hand, knelt on the ground with both knees, and bowed deeply to his right hand with his left hand.

With his forehead resting on the back of his left hand, the prince bowed three times and bowed nine times in silence, which is the highest etiquette in Taoism.

After the ceremony, the pressure suddenly decreased, and Wang Zimo just wanted to get up, and suddenly those jade stones became restless again, and he actually coerced Wang Zimo to give them a salute.

The huge pressure was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, Wang Zimo's calf that had just been propped up was suddenly knocked down with a stick, and he saw a little girl smiling and walking around in front of him, hooking his severed half-divine consciousness with the dragon head staff in his hand, and it was natural to accept the prince's silent bowing.

The little girl was clever and eccentric, wearing a turquoise silk fairy skirt, a peach-colored belt around her waist, a bow on the left side, and a jade ruyi wrapped around her. The yarn is semi-transparent, with long sleeves and wide mouths, and you can vaguely see the white lotus arms and the fish-white floral base under the light yarn.

The most striking thing is the fiery red braid, which is very finely braided, like a fish bone, dividing the bright white scalp into a strip, and finally braiding it into a large strand and bunching it behind the melon of the little head.

He struggled violently, but was gently pressed on his shoulder by the little girl with a dragon cane. That seemingly light move fell on Wang Zimo, but it weighed a thousand pounds.

Men have gold under their knees, and they kneel to their parents!

This humiliation suddenly made Wang Zimo particularly angry, he gritted his teeth and raised his head with difficulty, the roots of the green tendons burst out, and the naked eye could see that the earthworm-like blood vessels became thicker and larger.

Starting from Wang Zimo's neck and going down, especially on his legs, the bulging blood vessels seemed to be swimming in them one by one, sometimes shrinking into a ball, sometimes elongating the body, shuttling through the blood vessels, almost trying to burst the cyan blood vessel wall.

"Ah——!h

The prince raised his head and roared.

The pair of black and white eyes turned blood-red. A shiny black hair hung down at the roots, covering the green tendons that jumped up on his neck, but he couldn't stop the dark texture that suddenly appeared on his face.

From Wang Zimo's chin, bursts of black mist suddenly appeared, as if rendered by ink, and the texture of the black vine flowers rippled around the white pointed chin.

Wang Zimo knew that this was the Yuan Shen who used the power of the Xuanyao Stick to convey the surging demonic qi to Wang Zimo with the help of the seven soul-attracting beads on the top of his head.

The Yuan Shen was furious, and the loss of half of the Divine Consciousness Yuan Shen was directly damaged.

In an instant, Wang Zimo's spiritual sense was sucked into his body by the Yuan Shen, and it was actually fused in advance under external pressure.

It's too late, it's too soon!

The fusion of spiritual consciousness and primordial spirit is only between lightning and flint.

But Wang Zimo felt as if a century had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and the abundant spiritual power fed back the stagnant cultivation, and he actually saw that there was a layer of gray formation attached to the Dao bead.

This formation is naturally formed, carrying the avenue.

For example, the unpolished and smooth Vajra Bodhi is natural, and it only needs the prince to find the method silently, and the Dao Dan will be completely opened, and the formation above will work suddenly and never stop.

Wang Zimo was not immersed in the changes in his body, and the pressure from the little girl always reminded him that he must not give in!

"Ah, ah——! open it for me!"

A low muffled roar came from Wang Zimo's agitated throat, and he stood up violently with all the strength of his body, flew the little girl's dragon head staff directly, and quickly reached out his right hand to grab his divine sense and stuff it into the middle dantian under those stunned eyes.

It was only then that the Yuan Shen stabilized, and the little blushing sat on the pole pillar with his eyes closed and pranayama.

"Whew~!"

The little girl's face was pale with fright, patting her chest, with tears in her eyes, and her white teeth biting the corners of her lips in the big eyes.

While wiping her tears, she glanced at Wang Zimo with resentment, as if she had been greatly wronged, and cried and shouted: "What are you doing howling so loudly?