The third, fourth, and fifth Sundays were running, and the bottleneck seemed even more shaky.

However, just like a bottle full of water, no matter how hard you try, as long as the operation of the week is over, the aura will dissipate and it will never be able to be filled again.

Shen Yun felt that he only needed to add a little bit of aura to break the bottleneck, but it was just this little bit that it was difficult to get him stuck.

This is just like the situation when the previous breakthroughs failed, Shen Yun frowned.

There are still four Sunday chances, and if it doesn't work, it will have to be next time. I secretly wondered in my heart, was the medicinal power of the Naqi Pill insufficient?

However, at this time, he didn't think much about it, so he swallowed three Naqi pills again.

The sixth time I took Naqi Dan, I ran Zhou Tian......

Suddenly, a very pure and incomparably thick aura entered from the Heavenly Spirit Gai empowerment.

Shen Yun was taken aback, and he didn't know where this came from. The opportunity is rare, and now I can't take care of it so much for the time being, and only concentrate on guiding that group of aura and circulating along the meridians.

This aura is very condensed, and it immediately spreads all over the body along the meridians, forming a stream of heat that goes straight to the dantian.

The hot flow of spiritual energy suddenly turned into a sharp arrow, rushed violently, and forcibly squeezed into the dantian.

In the dantian, there was a long-lost "click" sound, and the bottleneck was broken!

This voice was inaudible to outsiders, but Shen Yun felt it very clearly, like thunder, as if a certain porcelain vase in the dantian had been broken.

At this moment, the mana in the dantian was tumbling endlessly, and the space was rapidly expanding.

It didn't take long for the mana ball to gradually stabilize, and the mana ball at this time was nearly twice as large as when the Spirit Silence Third Layer Great Perfection was complete, with nearly two fists in size.

Shen Yun's whole body was like an initiation, and the 108,000 pores were extremely relaxed.

At this time, the middle of the dantian was on the upper side, and a flickering translucent sphere was still slowly rotating at an extremely slow speed, and it was obvious that when it broke through just now, the five elements aura absorbed by this sphere was much more than usual, but it did not change much.

Although he had broken through, the rich aura above his head was still in the initiation.

Regardless of anything else, continue to guide that group of spiritual energy to operate for the seventh week, so as to consolidate the stable realm in time.

Nearly an hour later, the Nine Rounds of Zhou Tian were finished, and the aura disappeared.

Shen Yun was pleasantly surprised to find that after only one hour of cultivation, his cultivation had progressed rapidly, and he had actually fixed the realm steadily at the early stage of the fourth layer of spiritual silence.

You know, after the breakthrough, it would take at least a few months of retreat to achieve this effect.

Shen Yun was full of smiles, opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and was about to feel the changes brought about by the four layers of spiritual silence.

But suddenly he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him, it was so abrupt that he was shocked into a cold sweat.

Shen Yun hurriedly stood up, his mind was racing, and he instantly understood where that aura came from, so he respectfully saluted and thanked: "Senior Shen Yun, meet the seniors, thank you seniors for their help!"

"Don't be polite, just go with the flow. The middle-aged man's voice was very thick and slightly magnetic.

After Shen Yun thanked him, he looked at the visitor, and saw that this person looked like he was in his forties, dressed as a scholar, dressed in an ordinary gray cloth robe, spotless.

The middle-aged scribe's first impression of Shen Yun was ordinary, like a mortal, but when he saw that pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through other people's souls, as deep as the sea, he felt extremely extraordinary.

What's even more strange is that above the middle-aged scribe's eyebrows, there is a strange pale white mark, like nine flying knives fan-shaped, and flickering brightly and darkly.

The next moment, Shen Yun noticed that the prohibition he had laid did not show the slightest trace of damage, just like a middle-aged scribe appeared directly in his prohibition.

Following the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, Shen Yun realized that Xue Ling was actually in the hands of the middle-aged scribe.

At this time, he was lying on his stomach obediently and did not say a word, while the middle-aged scribe looked at Xue Ling gently, with a doting look.