Break!

Break!

Break!

In the dark, an invisible barrier rungs in front of Ning Beichuan's body, no matter how he punched and kicked, he couldn't break it, just like a heavenly barrier, it seemed to be broken with a stab, but in fact, it was 108,000 miles away. The shock made his body tremble and sway, and his mind and body were greatly damaged.

Why can't I break through the realm after swallowing so much energy? Countless thoughts flashed through Ning Beichuan's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

Heaven Swallowing Gong cultivation is already known for being "fast", what has gone wrong with my cultivation? Or have I not devoured enough?

If it was a normal cultivation, even a bottle of Qi Condensing Pill would be enough, but today, in order to be able to forcibly break through the realm, he devoured as many as three bottles, and this was not the end, the energy of more than thirty spirit stones was also devoured by him, and the aura all over his body was overflowing, and he was completely out of control, and he felt that as long as he opened his mouth to speak, the aura could come out of his mouth.

Although Swallowing Heaven Gong is the name given by Ningbei Chuan, its essence is indeed the word "swallowing", devouring the vitality of all things in heaven and earth. However, Ning Beichuan ignored an important thing, after swallowing so many pills and aura, very few of them could be truly transformed into their own use.

The reason is very simple, just like a thin man who sees a table of delicious food and swallows it all, but he does not become fat because he does not completely digest the food in his belly. On the contrary, because of eating too much, it is possible to burst the stomach, and now Ningbeichuan is in this state. Just now, he was in a hurry and forcibly broke through the realm with aura, which was indeed a taboo of impatience in cultivation.

Of course, this can't be blamed entirely on him, the pressure from all sides makes him feel like a flat boat on a stormy sea, where to go, where to live, there is no clue, but often there is a feeling of loneliness, helplessness, and suffocation.

Even if you break through the third layer of Qi training, what can you do? I'm afraid that even the elders of the Blood Demon Sect will be difficult to kill, let alone the Blood Demon Sect Master who has already built a foundation. But if Ning Beichuan was allowed to sit still, it would be impossible. Even if there is only a glimmer of life, he has to give it a go, otherwise he will be dead when the Black Feather Eagle Tiger besieges him that day.

Therefore, Ning Beichuan now wants to frantically improve his strength, and only by enhancing his strength will the possibility of gaining vitality be greater.

After figuring out these truths, Ning Beichuan's heart slowly calmed down, and the aura in his body slowly calmed down, and with the operation of Zhou Tian, it was gradually absorbed and transformed into his own spiritual power. It's just that he has too much aura accumulated in his body, and the process of digestion is not as simple as he thought.

About a day and a night had passed, Ning Beichuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of joy crept up in the corners of his eyes, this time he not only broke through the realm, but also used the remaining aura to stabilize the realm in one fell swoop. After an ordinary monk breaks through, it takes a long time to stabilize the realm, and Ning Beichuan can be regarded as lucky.

Looking at the dantian inside, the size of a hundred zhang is a hundred zhang in radius, and the aura is churning like sea water, and it is extremely strong and arrogant, which is not much better than the sixth-layer monks who practice qi. The divine sense covers seven hundred zhang, although it is not as strong as the ordinary sixth-level Qi cultivator, but it is much stronger than the ordinary fifth-level Qi training.

Now, it is a simple competition of spells, and Bai Jiu is definitely not his opponent.

Ning Beichuan slapped the storage bag with his left hand, and suddenly the copper bell appeared on his hand. Ning Beichuan did not hesitate, a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the copper bell, and then the divine soul covered it and continued to practice.

The magic weapon of soul blood refining and refining needs to be sacrificed day and night, so that the monk and the magic weapon can be combined more closely, but after that, the sacrifice is not as troublesome as the first sacrifice, as long as it is nourished by the essence blood and the soul.

This copper bell seems ordinary, but the origin is not small, Ning Beichuan feels that he has not yet exerted one-third of its ability, and he doesn't know who lived in that ancient temple back then, and there is such a treasure. He thought to himself, maybe there were still some secrets hidden in that ancient temple, and he could go over and find out.

After an hour of practice, Ning Beichan stopped, feeling that the connection between himself and the copper bell was closer, and as soon as his mind moved, the copper bell flew back into the storage bag.

Cultivating immortals to this day, if it weren't for this copper bell, he would have died eight hundred times, and he naturally has nothing to say about the feelings of the copper bell. I don't know if it was a name before, but after following me, it can't be buried, so it's called the Earthquake Bell in the future. Ning Beichuan thought to himself.

As everyone knows, this earth-shaking bell has become a nightmare for many people in the future, of course, this is all a later story, praise and don't mention it.

Then, he solemnly took out the mirror that could not reflect the human figure.

This thing, Ning Beichuan is not an ordinary thing when he sees it, but it always reveals a sense of yin and evil, as if there is a layer of dark clouds in his heart, and he didn't dare to sacrifice before for fear of accidents.

It's just that when I went to Yunzhou, there were many crises, and if I had a powerful magic weapon by my side, I would have one more thing to rely on to survive.

Ning Beichuan hurriedly spewed out a large mouthful of essence blood, suspended in mid-air, and then the spirit attached to the essence blood, like the copper bell of the sacrifice that day, forming a small person, sitting on the void, raising his hands to the sky, and then pulling out a thin silk thread from his body and winding it towards the mirror.

The mirror had blocked Ning Beichuan's spiritual power and soul before, but this silk thread immediately drilled in, and the moment of the electric flint, a trace of cold red flashed on the eyes of the snake behind him like a gem-inlay.

Ning Beichuan couldn't help but sigh: This soul blood refining is really a powerful method of sacrifice and refining, but the drawbacks are also obvious, and if the magic weapon is damaged in the future, he will also be harmed.

There were more and more thin lines, and soon, the scarlet villain faintly showed some signs of collapse.

So fast? Ning Beichuan opened his eyes and stared intently. Not only did it not change in the slightest, but there was not even the slightest connection between him.

In desperation, Ning Beichuan opened his mouth and spewed out another mouthful of essence blood, and the bloody man instantly condensed a lot, and then a lot of thin lines rushed out of the bloody man and drilled into the mirror, but like a mud cow entering the sea, the mirror did not change in the slightest, and the feeling of nothingness between the magic weapon and the magic weapon has not appeared.

Harvest!

Three hours later, Ning Beichuan shook his head helplessly, pointed to the mirror, and withdrew his body, this time almost all of his essence and blood were consumed. Even if he can recover and replenish, it is not appropriate to perform the sacrifice now, considering that the body itself has a limit to endure.

To use an inappropriate analogy, Ning Beichuan is equivalent to a sturdy adult, who was slashed and sprinkled with some gold sore medicine may recover in a day or two. It's okay to see two knives, but what about three, four, and five knives? You can recover from rehabilitation, but I'm afraid your body is not as good as before, because the foundation has been damaged.