King Qin Guang left, and he didn't ask for any news, but was sneered at by Chen Xian, and when he left, his face was so black that he could drip ink.

King Qin Guang left, Chen Xian knew that the matter was over for the time being, and this matter was like catching a traitor, as long as he didn't get a pair in bed and didn't admit it, anyway, they didn't have real evidence to prove that they did it themselves.

After sending off Queen Qin Guang, Chen Xian changed into civilian clothes, returned to the Wendao Palace, and according to the previous plan, he took ten elixirs, turned them into spirits, lit the true fire of Samadhi, and sacrificed to refine the viscera.

The real fire was not extinguished all night, and when all the ten elixirs were refined, Chen Xian opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and found that it was already three poles in the sun.

"I was wasted by King Qin Guang for half a day last night, it seems that the time for cultivating the body method will be reduced today!" After Chen Xian sighed, he stood up from the cloud bed, and after washing his hands and face with Fa water, he immediately went to the garden.

To practice the speed of the body, you must first practice leg skills. Chen Xian thought about it for a long time, and found that his body was different from before, and had changed a lot, so he decided to start with the most basic Zama steps.

After making a decision, Chen Xian immediately dismounted and stepped towards the sacred mulberry tree.

Chen Xian was not idle when he was in Zamabu, his mind communicated with the god mulberry tree, and the yuan force communicated, swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth together, and absorbing the essence of the great sun.

Because the viscera was replaced with a magic weapon, his body was like pressing five mountains, and after a while, Chen Xian's legs were a little sore, and he trembled for a while.

Persisting for fifteen minutes, Chen Xian sweated like rain, panted like a cow, and his feet trembled like a sieve.

After persisting for more than 20 minutes, Chen Xian's eyes were dark, his feet were soft, and he sat directly on the ground.

Chen Xian fell backwards and lay on the ground, motionless, not getting up for a long time, only the wheezing sound like bellows agitated proved that he was still alive.

After a week of silent Xuangong, after his legs were no longer so sore, Chen Xian slowly got up.

After wiping the slimy sweat off his face with his sleeves, Chen Xian walked around the garden at a rapid pace, and after returning to the sacred mulberry tree again, he began a new round of training.

The legs were so weak that it was impossible to take a horse step, so Chen Xian began to walk according to a deep footwork left by an unknown master he met in Penglai, and was familiar with the direction and stride length of the step.

Chen Xianxuan's footwork is called Xiao Zhou Tian's footwork, there are one hundred and eight directions, two or two sides can be moved freely, a total of 11,664 changes, and the stride length is large and small, even with Chen Xian Taiyi's strong memory, busy for most of the day, only to remember one-tenth of the direction change.

"Little Zhou Tianbu is so difficult, it's not difficult for Big Zhou Tianbu to die!" Chen Xian chose Xiao Zhou Tianbu to cultivate, that was to prepare for the cultivation of Big Zhou Tianbu, and after this practice, it was really bitter.

However, Chen Xian will not do anything halfway, since he has chosen his footwork and practiced for most of the day, then he will stick to the end.

After walking for another half a day, after feeling some strength in his feet, Chen Xian began to leapfrog, and it was not until he had consumed all his strength that he made a gust of wind and moved himself to the hall of the Dao.

After meditating and pranayama for two weeks, Chen Xian's body was exhausted, and when he saw that it was getting late, he took out the elixir and continued to ignite the samadhi true fire to refine the viscera.

In this way, refining the viscera at night, refining the legs and feet during the day, and occasionally practicing hand speed, half a month has passed.

This night, Chen Xian was swallowing elixir to refine the viscera in the Dao Hall, and suddenly found that there was a change in the enchantment set in a corner before, and after the medicinal power dissipated and extinguished the Samadhi True Fire, he immediately stepped on Xiao Zhou Tianbu, and the ghost flashed to the edge of the enchantment.

After opening the enchantment and investigating, it was found that the soul nourishing well water and the condensing grass had been refined into soul nourishing water essence under the yin fire refined by the thousand-year-old blood corpse oil.

The original soul-nourishing well water was pure and transparent, if surrounded by white mist, but now after half a moon of refining, some useless yin qi and water have been refined, and the entire water volume has been reduced by nine-tenths, leaving five or six liters of appearance, and the rest is all essence, dripping like pearls, exuding millilight, somewhat similar to the quasi-holy spirit of thought.

Seeing that the soul-nourishing water essence had been refined, Chen Xian immediately stamped a layer of seals on it to avoid the invasion of foreign objects, the destruction of the effect, or the volatilization and overflow of the water essence.

After sealing the seal, Chen Xian put aside the refined soul-nourishing water essence, and moved the idle blood corpse oil lamp to the spirit vessel kettle containing the water of the Huangquan River.

"At this rate, in three more days, the Yellow Spring Holy Water will be able to be refined. "The two yin fire lamps went into battle, and the refining speed was much faster, and after Chen Xian observed the meeting, he came to a conclusion.

Time can't be wasted, after Chen Xian watched the meeting, he put on the enchantment again and continued to practice diligently.

Three days, in a flash, the Huangquan holy water was refined as scheduled, Chen Xian rested for a day, adjusted the state to the peak position, and began to prepare to fuse the quasi-saint thoughts.

The quasi-saint thought, unless the quasi-saint falls, no one can take it away, and it can't be fused, because its own imprint will be continuously replenished. Chen Xian can get a wisp, although the process is a bit thrilling, but it is definitely an earth-shattering adventure, if he can successfully fuse, his divine thoughts are absolutely powerful to an incredible extent. Maybe you can stand there. Nantianmen, looking down on the battle of Huaguo Mountain, you don't need to accompany the Jade Emperor, Daozu, and Guanyin to watch the battle of Huaguo Mountain in Nantianmen like last time, but you can't see anything.

After refining, 10,000 liters of Huangquan River water only refined less than one liter of Huangquan holy water, and the color also changed from dark red to dark purple, exuding a corrosive smell, as soon as Chen Xian's eyes fell on it, his eyes were a little burning, and he could know how strong its corrosive power was on invisible things such as divine thoughts.

Seeing this, Chen Xian hurriedly looked away, but he was very satisfied in his heart, the Huangquan Holy Water had this power, it was enough to dissolve that quasi-holy thought.

Chen Xian took the two immortal kettles, came directly to the edge of the cloud bed, put down the kettles, waved his hand and used the earth element force to condense a flat jade case, and took out a jade bowl full of yin qi and put it on the jade case.

After doing all this, Chen Xian took out the quasi-saint thought that the hardness was better than the acquired treasure, and the oolong sword could hardly leave traces, and gently put it into the jade bowl.

The thought of the quasi-saint is like a black pearl, placed in a white jade bowl, and the visual contrast is very strong.

Chen Xian didn't look too much, picked up the kettle containing the holy water of Huangquan, removed the stopper, and gently poured a drop of holy water on the quasi-holy thought.

"Sneering" ...... the things in the world, all of them are brine and tofu, and one thing drops one thing. The extremely soft Yellow Spring Holy Water fell on the incomparably hard quasi-holy thoughts, and immediately provoked a strange reaction, and while it was lost, it penetrated, and it actually swelled up a little and loosened a little.

A drop of Huangquan holy water was consumed, and Chen Xian dropped it again, drop by drop, and in the blink of an eye, half of it was dropped, and the quasi-holy thought also swelled to half the size of the jade bowl.

With a soft "click", some cracks appeared on the quasi-saint's head, and Chen Xian dropped another drop of Huangquan holy water into four pieces, lying quietly in the jade bowl.

Chen Xian was overjoyed, and dropped a drop of Huangquan holy water on each fragment, and the four fragments were split into more than ten parts.

"Ka ......" Chen Xian kept dripping with the holy water of the Yellow Spring, and the quasi-holy thoughts continued to shatter.

When only a quarter of the Yellow Spring Holy Water remained, the thought of the quasi-saint split into fragments the size of a needle's eye, like a thread of light.

Chen Xian knew that this was already the limit of what a quasi-saint could split. After the Yellow Spring Holy Water contaminated on it volatilized, the divine consciousness swept away.

"One thousand and eight hundred, just the number of a moment, is worthy of the idea of a quasi-saint, it is mysterious and indescribable! However, it is not as good as a saint, it is said that a saint's thought can be divided into 129,600 parts, and the number of one yuan, none of them can become an incarnation, so they can be divided into hundreds of millions!" Looking at the quasi-saint thoughts in the jade bowl in front of him, Chen Xian praised it.

After Chen Xian praised him, he began to investigate the number of his thoughts, and found that after he advanced to the half-step Daluo, his divine thoughts skyrocketed, reaching 118,800, and he was only a few minutes away from reaching the number of one yuan consummation Daluo.

"It's a pity that these quasi-saint thoughts can only be fused, not one by one, otherwise the divine thoughts will reach the Daluo consummation level, and the Daluo Golden Immortal will be one step closer!"