In the underground garage of Uncle Qin's villa, Brother Pingtou drove a big truck and moved down pieces of graphite bricks that were one foot long and half a foot wide and half a foot thick, and then stacked them regularly by Chu He's side, leaving no gaps. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Until it was finally sealed, it was stabilized and welded with steel plates on the outside.

Sitting in the graphite 'secret room' without a single gap, Chu He took out a large amount of third-order water system aura clusters, and then crushed them one by one.

As these spiritual clusters were crushed, the small closed graphite room began to be filled with a rich aura.

100, 1,000, 10,000...

With the shattering of the aura cluster, the aura in the secret room was also abundant to a very considerable extent.

On the graphite wall, there are even crystal aura droplets, and countless droplets of water gather together and flow down, which is a small spiritual stream.

If those cultivators who were worried about the cultivation resources every day, and a spiritual light group was eager to break it into three uses, they would definitely grit their teeth with hatred if they knew that Chu He could spread out the wasteful use of the spiritual light group like this.

After nearly 20,000 third-order spiritual light clusters were all crushed in Chu He's hands, Chu He finally stopped.

Looking at the graphite walls that had already given birth to a trace of cracks under the oppression of the huge aura, Chu He knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

opened his mouth and let out a long roar, like a dragon chanting in the sea.

Eight desolations swallow gas!

Nearly half of the aura that originally filled the entire graphite secret room was swallowed by Chu He in an instant.

This huge aura was like a huge hammer, smashing the true qi that was gathered in the Chu River dantian.

After a bombardment, the Dao foundation was first formed, but it was just turbid, just an inferior product, if it was built with this, it would never be possible to break through in life.

Of course, in the current era of the end of the Fa, for many cultivators, it would be good to be able to build a foundation, and where there is still an opportunity to pick and choose.

Don't think about it.

Boom Boom!

Ten combos.

The Dao Foundation condensed by the Chu River's True Qi eliminated a large number of impurities, and this impurity hovered above the Dao Foundation, separated by the Chu River's aura wrapped in a cloud of spiritual energy.

Now Chu He's Dao Ji is already considered a mid-to-upper grade, as long as there are enough resources and a certain ability, it is still very promising to be promoted to Jindan.

In today's final law, those who have such a foundation-building quality are all proud sons of big families and gate factions.

However, of course, Chu He would not stop like this, and the aura condensed into a heavy hammer, constantly smashing down.

100 combos, extremely high frequency.

With repeated bangs, the air once again resounded with a buzzing sound.

The 'secret room', which had been tightly covered in steel outside, was constantly trembling at this time, and the powerful power bred in it seemed that it might explode at any time.

100 bombardments, heavy falls.

The Dao foundation of the Chu River has become extremely clear, and macroscopically speaking, it is already a flawless foundation, and if it is blocked by no special reason, it can become a primordial baby.

Overhead and around it, the walls of graphite polymerization began to be ground by the powerful force of the vibration, turning into fine powders and scattering them.

In the dantian, the huge aura is wrapped in the same lot of Dao poison impurities.

The breath was already turbid, but Chu He forced himself to continue.

If you want to become an extraordinary person, you must do what an extraordinary person can bear. The foundation of the road is the foundation of the avenue, and the more solid the foundation, the higher the achievements in the future.

After three hundred bombardments, Chu He could no longer squeeze out a trace of Dao poisonous impurities, as if Dao Ji had reached a perfect state.

But this is impossible, there is no such thing as perfection in this world.

Perhaps, but at least the Chu River can't touch it yet.

The aura that was holding back was already black and white, and the black Dao poison occupied almost one-third of the range. Once it can't be controlled, it will pour back into the Daoji.

At that time, the Daoji of the Chu River will be blown up, and the light will start all over again, and the qualifications will be greatly reduced. The heavy is that the dantian is broken, the sea is incomplete, and it is impossible to cultivate.

Of course, if that's the case, you can really make up for it with a reincarnation disk afterwards, but after all, that thing was made, and I'm afraid there are some flaws, but I don't know it for the time being.

Boom! Boom!

Five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred!

A thousand! The huge shock had already blasted the steel plate that had been welded to death by Brother Pingtou outside the secret room, and pieces of graphite stone had collapsed and flew out. Wisps of spiritual energy began to leak out quickly, and in contact with the turbid heaven and earth of the outside world, they were unexpectedly erased by an invisible force.

When the critical point of 1,000 was reached, a trace of gray miscellaneous gas was finally squeezed out of the near-perfect Dao base.

Chu He hurriedly took out the Vitality Jade Bottle and spit out the mixture of Dao Poison Qi and residual Spiritual Qi in his mouth.

One by one, the aura group was placed beside him, Chu He kept touching and absorbing it with his hands, and when the aura group around him was exhausted, Chu He shook the graphite ash on his body and stood up from the ruins.

If it weren't for the fact that the high-quality water system aura group would not be enough in the end, I was afraid that I would be able to directly rush to the foundation building ninefold and directly repair the nine-storied pagoda. Chu He was slightly pity, but he did not regret it.

Being slow also has the advantage of being slow, at least he can more fully understand the power of this level, and then practice the nascent true element more easily.

Feeling the majestic and pure true element in the body, Chu Hekou recited scriptures and performed the water dragon chant.

With the dissipation of a part of the true element, a huge stream of water turned into a swimming dragon, washing all the shattered steel plates and graphite ash on the ground out of the underground garage.

Even without the help of Heaven and Earth Aura, it can only be activated with its own True Yuan, which is still far stronger than when it was used in the dungeon. Chu He nodded.

In the past, when the same Dao technique was used in the Qi refining period, when it was used in reality, the water power was not much stronger than the water flow rushed out of the tap pipe.

When the water wandered out, Brother Pingtou turned around the corner and said, "Your true yuan is really strong, it is also a foundation, I cast spells, but the power is far inferior to you." ”

Brother Pingtou had already successfully built the foundation before Chu He entered the Dragon Palace.

Like him, Sister Mimi and Jiang Xiaobai have successfully built the foundation.

Hearing this, Chu He wiped the ink ash on his forehead with a towel and said, "You are following the path of a soldier, which is more suitable for close combat, and the power of spells is naturally inferior to mine." ”

Brother Pingtou just smiled when he heard this, and didn't say anything more.

"That's right! After the surnamed Qin asked you to come out of retreat, he called him, as if he was looking for you. Speaking of Uncle Qin, Brother Pingtou's expression was not good.

Through such a long period of contact, Chu He has also figured out some things that he didn't know before. For example, when Brother Pingtou was a soldier, he was a squad leader of a special forces. When he led a group of brothers to arrest drugs and traffickers in the gold and triangle, he unexpectedly encountered a powerful cultivator.

The other party is a cultivator of desire and demonic path, and he practices the two demon species of greed and killing.

Brother Pingtou's group of brothers almost all died at the hands of that man. Only Brother Pingtou escaped because of some cultivation, and waited for the monks sent by the Cultivator Committee to support.

Later, the cultivator was rounded up by the masters of the cultivator committee and driven out of the country. After that, there was no news.

Brother Pingtou has been inquiring about his whereabouts all these years, just to take revenge. Of course, because of this, Brother Pingtou has no good impression of cultivators who cultivate desire and demonic paths.