A majestic mountain derived from the innate treasure 'Seven Heavens'.

Xiang Wuxian, who had climbed all the way up, had now come to a huge and boundless platform.

In front of him, a giant cyan monument stood.

The stele body is printed with three golden characters, and the book is on it - Zhuang Shentian.

Puzzled, Xiang Wuxian quickly looked away and cast his gaze on the platform in front of him that was obscured by a cloud of dark mist.

Chance must be in that mist.

In line with the idea of striking first, he sacrificed two defensive magic weapons to the uninjured first, protected his body, and released his spiritual power to cover the four directions, and then he carefully stepped on the platform, and his body disappeared into the dark mist.

After walking a few steps, a yin wind suddenly came, and he had already vigilantly spewed out the Natal Sword Pill towards the uninjured mouth, and slashed down.

What was surprising was that the sharp slash of his natal sword pill was like a slash in the air, and it had no effect.

The yin wind hits the body, and the double defense is like a void, directly penetrating the body.

In an instant, Xiang Wuxian only felt the uncontrollable crazy beating of the Mud Pill Palace, and his headache was splitting.

But at the same time, his spiritual power, which had not improved since his cultivation had reached the peak of returning to the void, had grown at an astonishing speed.

In the time of more than ten breaths before and after, Xiang Wuwu's spiritual power increased by more than two, and the bad feeling of cold hitting his body also dissipated as his mental power multiplied.

In ecstasy, Xiang Wuxian accelerated the speed of exploration.

Not long after, another strange yin wind blew, and this time, Xiang Wuxian did not take any precautions, and let it pass through his body and burrow into his mud pill palace.

Sure enough, it was the same as before, and after this stimulation, his spiritual power increased significantly.

Again and again, again and again, when Xiang Wuxian walked out of the dark mist and came to the upward stairs at the end of the platform, he had already absorbed five strange yin winds.

Standing in front of the stairs, Xiang Wushu couldn't help but hesitate.

There is such a magical power in the world, and the five yin winds have increased my spiritual power by more than three times, and now it is comparable to the peerless dollar fetus.

Do you want to go back to the dark fog and strengthen it again?

After hesitating for a long time, Xiang Wuxian chose to continue to climb the stairs.

The Seventh Heaven means the Seven Heavenly Chances.

Who knows if only one person can get these opportunities, delaying my precious time to be one step ahead, and if someone else takes away my opportunity?

The second person to come to the "Zhuang Shentian" is the elder of the Zuo family, the Zuo Guiyuan who is at the peak of unity.

When he met him, it was almost the same as Xiang Wuxian.

However, as a martial cultivator, what has grown several times is qi induction.

Now, Zuo Guiyuan, who walked out of the Xuanxi mist, definitely has reason to believe that now just by relying on the locking of the qi machine induction, he only needs a simple killing intent, and he can also shock the ordinary Dan Realm martial arts cultivator into an idiot, without moving half a finger.

Since then, the six great families and the grandmasters of the government have come to the "Zhuangshentian" one by one, and they have all benefited from heaven without exception.

After walking out of the dark mist, Zen Master Xiaofeng, although there was a surprise in his expression, after all, whether it is Fa cultivation or martial cultivation, the most difficult thing to enhance is spiritual telekinesis and qi induction, this time it has been strengthened several times in one fell swoop, how can he not be excited.

But even so, there was still a trace of uneasiness between Zen Master Xiaofeng's eyebrows at the moment.

He has studied Buddhism for many years, and he has cultivated the authentic "Bayeux Sutra" of Buddhism, although this strange yin wind penetrated into the Mud Pill Palace and caused his spiritual power to skyrocket, but at the same time, Xiao Feng also sensed a trace of evil qi that was so small that it was almost impossible to sense.

This evil spirit is too small and secretive, if it weren't for him, a Buddhist, it would be impossible for others to find out.

Stopping at the foot of the steps, Xiaofeng did not climb again, but sat down, proclaimed the Buddha's name, locked the Mud Pill Palace, condensed all his spiritual power into a ball, and purified everything with the secret method of authentic Buddhism.

After a long time, Xiaofeng Zen Master's eyebrows revealed a wisp of hair like a strange black gas, and only then did he drill out, that is, lightning rushed into the dark mist not far away.

After getting up, Zen Master Xiaofeng looked shocked.

I used the Bayeux True Sutra to cleanse the Mud Pill Palace, but I could only force out one-tenth of the evil qi hidden in my Mud Pill Palace.

It's hard to tell what kind of horror lies in this fog.

This ruin seems to be as deep as the sea, but in fact it is indescribably strange, and the road after that must be careful and careful.

However, at this time, at the foot of the mountain, the true yuan in Chu Muchen's body had reached the critical point of the peak of the Xuan Realm, and there was no way to increase it.

The abundance of spiritual energy here has exceeded Chu Muchen's estimate, it has only been less than half a day, and under the full operation of Da Luo Xingchen Jue, he has already set foot in the realm.

Suddenly, Chu Muchen, who was in a state of concentration, suddenly got up, raised his arms and raised his head, and the behemoth aura in the outside world seemed to be summoned by him, rolling up a whirlpool of aura that could be discerned by the naked eye, and frantically pouring into the former's body.

At the same time, the true yuan force in Chu Muchen's body quickly liquefied, blended into the blood veins, attached to the bones, filled the internal organs, and finally condensed into one hundred and eight water droplets, which merged into the Purple Mansion to build the origin.

These one hundred and eight True Yuan Water Droplets, each of which contains the power that is not inferior to the lifelong cultivation of ordinary Baodan Palm Monks.

Under the control of Da Luo Xingchen Jue, these water droplet true elements traveled through a hundred veins, and finally resided in various positions in Chu Mu's body, if Chu Muchen's physical body was regarded as heaven and earth, then these one hundred and eight water droplet true yuan could be regarded as the one hundred and eight most shining stars between heaven and earth.

And even at this time, Chu Muchen had not stopped cultivating, although the realm had arrived, the Star Luo Immortal Body had not yet been completed.

The wisp of Xuanyin Qi sealed in the Purple Mansion was subdivided by Chu Muchen into hundreds of threads, and with a strange node, it was integrated into his own meridian bones one by one.

The terrain can be molded and the star Luo is immortal, but it needs to complement the yin and yang qi, and now it only has the qi of the Xuan Yin to condense the bloodline, which is not complete.

And Chu Muchen didn't have the Xuanyang Qi available at the moment, but he had already thought about it, and the green refining star flame in his palm burst out, and when he thought about it, he peeled off a lotus heart fire tip from it, opened his mouth suddenly, and swallowed it.

Although the tip of the lotus heart is not as good as the breath of Xuanyang, it is also similar, even if there is a trace of regret, in the future, if you find the breath of Xuanyang, you can make up for it.

This place is full of strangeness, and if the Star Luo Immortal Body is not cast earlier, the deity will be uneasy.

As the lotus heart fire entered the abdomen and refined, yin and yang were all contained, and Chu Muchen could not suppress a series of painful roars.

I saw that in just a few minutes, his body grew and fell, sometimes skyrocketing into a three-meter giant, sometimes condensing to a dwarf child, over and over again, I don't know dozens of times.

It is precisely because of this that Chu Muchen's body is now full of broken flesh, muscles are torn, and even bones are cracked.

Under such severe pain, Chu Muchen still forced out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and bared his teeth and roared: "If there is a third chance to cast the Star Luo Immortal Body for the third time in life, the deity will not dare to guarantee that there will be this patience, it is really painful!"