Most of the true qi has been transformed into innate true yuan, and there is still a part, because the tolerance of the meridians has a limit, and their soul power is insufficient, so they cannot be transformed in time.

Although Li Cuiling was a little unhappy, she also regained her confidence after venting.

On the road of cultivation, no one is indispensable to some difficulties and obstacles, and such a little setback is really nothing to him.

It's just that Lin Lei went on a rampage all the way and went straight to the innate nature, and he didn't feel this process of being able to assimilate his own true qi into true yuan a little bit, and constantly refining his own meridians with true yuan.

One step at a time!

In fact, even if he is a proud son of heaven who cultivates in many immortal sects, there is almost no cultivator who can go straight to the innate in one step.

After all, this kind of breakthrough in the great realm is often accompanied by an increase in lifespan.

And increasing life expectancy and living longer is a very life-threatening thing, and if you want to do such a thing, you have to go through unimaginable difficulties and obstacles.

"Ling'er, since you have broken through the innate nature, why don't we go to Baiyang City, have a good celebration, and by the way, find out about the situation in the Han Mansion. ”

Being able to break through the innate is a very celebrating thing for the practitioner, and from then on, the essence of life begins to embark on the path of evolution.

With the improvement of cultivation, the more thoroughly it evolves, and finally transcends the shackles of mortals and reaches the realm of transcendent sanctification.

"But by Brother Lei's orders. ”

Li Cuiling's heart is full of tenderness and sweetness, being able to keep up with Lin Lei's cultivation realm, not far behind, which makes her excited, she clearly understands that if the two people are too far apart, they will not be able to come together in the end, even if they come together, it will not harm a happy life.

Both men are very cautious.

took the illusion talisman and conjured up two middle-aged men with ordinary appearances, this time, they were unwilling to conjure up that kind of radiant boy brother again, it was too eye-catching.

The two men both had square faces with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and they both looked upright.

......

Hanfu.

Han Baichuan ordered the housekeeper to go out of the house, and after going to the street to find his son Han Biao, he read and meditated in the study.

As for the Daogu Zhenren from Chengyang Mansion, after coming here, he found a secret room in the depths of Han Mansion, practiced in the secret room, did not eat or drink, stood in it, and never came out so far.

Cultivation has reached a certain level, whether it is in terms of strength, lifespan, or experience, the gap between cultivators and ordinary physical mortals has widened.

Cultivators who cultivate their physical bodies and souls are naturally strong and strong, and their souls are strong, whether it is learning things, or memorizing or understanding things, they are faster than ordinary mortals, I don't know how many times.

It's like the difference between a dragon and an ant, so it's easy for a practitioner to be especially reluctant to deal with the laity.

If it weren't for the fact that ordinary people are loved by heaven and earth, and contain the great luck of heaven and earth, and wantonly killing mortals will detract from their merits, these practitioners would have no regard for mortals at all.

Most cultivators are mixed in the red dust, either for merit or to refine their minds in the rolling red dust... But few of them come for the well-being of the living beings in this red dust.

Yet several hours passed.

Han Baichuan was a little restless in the study, and an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.

It's the sixth sense.

This feeling in the dark has saved Han Baichuan's life many times.

He believes that this time he is afraid that misfortune has also happened.

Thinking of this, his face sank slightly, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a sacred mountain, which made him a little suffocated.

"What the hell is going on, and why does it give me a sense of disaster?"

He put down the book in his hand, and the whole person sometimes paced back and forth in the study with an uncertain expression, and an impetuous aura gradually spread from his body.

"There are ancient real people in the mansion, what demons and monsters dare to come here to be powerful?"

With his head down, he muttered to himself.

Then, his face changed suddenly, and he lost his voice, "Could it be that Biao'er and the housekeeper had an accident?"

Thinking of this, he could no longer continue pacing in the study, calming down his mood, at least from the look on his face, he was a little moody.

Creak.

Pushing open the door of the study, Han Baichuan hurriedly walked out.

"What about people?"

"Where did they all die?"

A loud voice sounded in the Han Mansion, when even a lot of subordinates heard it.

"I've seen the master!~"

"Blessed old man!"

When the subordinates saw Han Baichuan, they all saluted very respectfully.

Han Baichuan had already cultivated his prestige, and he had great majesty in the Han Mansion.

He is a well-deserved emperor of the Han Mansion, and he is hard to chase after him.

"Has anyone seen the butler come back?"

"When he returns, let him come to my study immediately. ”

"In addition, send someone to find it, let the housekeeper come back as soon as possible with the son, and when you go, bring more good hands, now the war is in chaos, and it is not peaceful. ”

Still methodical and arranging things.

"Master, the housekeeper and the son haven't come back yet, so the little one will take someone to find it. ”

As the second steward of the Han Mansion, he stood up at this time, but some of the martial artists in the mansion shrank their heads, after all, the matter of the Han Mansion offending the cultivators had secretly spread in the mansion.

The prince and the chief butler have all gone out, and they are gone forever, and many people have beaten small drums in their hearts, and they are uneasy, afraid that they have all been killed by the cultivators.

It's still safe inside, with a powerful cultivator in charge, but it's too dangerous outside, and no one wants to go out and take risks.

Of course, they also understand that if they stand up in such a dangerous moment, once they can get out of the way, the rewards will be extremely rich.

"Who wants to go with me?"

The second housekeeper looked at everyone in the house, but everyone bowed their heads and didn't dare to look at them, for fear that he would catch the strong man, and even some people had secretly pushed out of this place and disappeared out of the sight of Han Baichuan and the second housekeeper.

The heavens and the earth are big, the living is the biggest, and the people in the house, even if they are powerful warriors, do not have the courage to face the real cultivators, the cultivators have many means, have magic weapons, and are extremely powerful, which can be compared with martial artists.

They clearly understood that some of the cultivators were sword immortals, and when a flying sword appeared, thousands of martial artists had to bow down, and some were cultivators of Qimen Dunjia, a few ordinary stones, in the palm of their hands, they could also arrange a peerless killing formation, with supreme power.

To go out is to find death!