After this step was completed, Ning Hong faced each other with his palms, forming a momentum of embracing Tai Chi, and slowly controlled the Qing Qi to converge into a Tai Chi pattern at the bottom of the dantian, slowly rotating.

"Animism, how does this feel?" he wondered, not knowing what to do next.

Finding that Ning Hong frowned and stopped, Hua Fengyu said slowly: "All things have spirits, all things have qi, the mind is natural, and the pure qi has spirits." ”

The mind is natural, pure and spiritual?

His mind sank into the dantian, staring at the Tai Chi pattern at the bottom that mechanically rotated with his mind.

It's a little less spiritual, but if this group of pure qi has spirituality, then won't it become aura?

Although he was puzzled, Ning Hong still did it, he knew that Mentor Hua couldn't talk nonsense without a purpose.

Empty his mind and imagine himself in a forest, cheerful and peaceful, birds singing and flowers, the insects around him slowly crawling, chirping happily, and a vibrant picture unfolds in front of him.

As the picture appeared, He Ning Hong continued to silently recite the mantra in his heart, and above his dantian, the chaos stone seemed to understand something, began to rotate slowly, and began to sprinkle gray aura circulating on the appearance of the dantian, slowly penetrating, transforming this Ning Hong's dantian.

Although it was only an imagination, as the mind gradually emptied, this imagination was out of his control, and there was a trace of green gas wrapped around his whole body on the flowers, trees, and flying beasts.

Looking around, there was also a faint green on the decaying leaves on the ground, and the green gas of the leaves that had just fallen from the branches of the trees turned dim from the light.

"What is this? Is this the breath of all things, the breath of life?"

On the outside. The aura on his body continued to surge, wrapping him into a transparent silkworm chrysalis, and the thin layer of silkworm chrysalis blocked the entry of the aura outside, which was extremely strange.

He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the imagination and did not find out.

Hua Fengyu was shocked, "The homologous aura hinders the homologous aura, it turns out to be the aura pupae, oh my God!"

The pupa of the aura is a kind of vision in the process of transformation.

When ordinary people transform their aura into magic, they only have a vision at the last step, that is, the most ordinary vision, and a transformation funnel appears on the cover of the heavenly spirit.

And the aura turns into a chrysalis, this is only those talents are all exaggerated, no, it should not be exaggerated, it is simply a demon that will appear, and the appearance of this vision means that this person must become a spirit mage.

Moreover, Ning Hong's condensed aura silkworm chrysalis is extremely condensed, impermeable, too amazing, and becoming a spirit mage is a sure thing.

"Boy, it seems that you can't stop without thinking about it, hehehehe" Hua Fengyu grinned happily, extremely excited, and was sure that Ning Hong was the one who made his ancestral crystal ball shattered.

Before, when it came to the last step, even if Ning Hong wanted to stop, he couldn't stop it.

There is a very strange place about the transformation of aura into magic power, that is, as long as there is a trace of magic power transformed in the body, the dantian will automatically convert all aura into magic power, and it is irreversible and unstoppable.

And the aura turned into a pupa and Ning Hong was immersed in his own fantasy world, he didn't feel it at all, and he didn't know where he had come, and when he woke up, he had completely transformed at that time, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle.

At this time, Ning Hong was in the fantasy forest, there was no fight here, all the creatures lived in harmony, he was happy, and his mind was empty, he had forgotten that he was transforming his magic, closed his eyes, and lay on the grass to enjoy the sun.

In heaven and earth, those creatures are all different, but all creatures have one thing in common, that is, life, the breath of life, the spirit of life.

Isn't the unity of the two the aura of life?

After he fell asleep, a thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, and the lightning struck the vibrant forest when all the creatures in the forest did not react, and then the thunder roared.

The big tree in their arms was cut in the middle by lightning and turned into charcoal, and a faint flame slowly emerged from above, and the breeze made the flame crumble and seem to be about to be extinguished.

The tiny flame gripped at the charred branches, spreading, and finally the wind did not extinguish him, but made him, spreading the whole tree into a terrible demon that spread around it.

The whole forest, there were screams of creatures mixed with the crackling sound of fire, and in the blink of an eye, the entire forest was covered, and the birds and beasts were scattered, and the surviving birds and beasts left the forest and disappeared into the darkness outside the forest.

It's just that the boy closed his eyes, as if he didn't feel the changes around him, and the fire spread to his side, and finally engulfed him.

Through the flames, it can be found that there is an aura silkworm chrysalis about to wrap around his body, no matter how fierce the fire is, it can't invade the silkworm chrysalis, but just slide over the surface.

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the white clouds seemed to be blackened with ink.

The dark clouds gradually converged to form a large dark cloud that obscured the sun's brilliance, and the sky gradually became darker.

In this world, except for the bright and flickering firelight on the ground, everything is pitch black.

A golden thunderbolt exploded in the sky, cutting through the darkness, tearing the earth apart after splitting, and the first drop of rain fell first, and behind it, thousands of compatriots.

The rain hit the fire-stained forest, was swallowed by the monstrous flames, and turned into steam, covering the forest with a layer of white vapour, hazy and mysterious.

It's just that the boy lay on the only small surviving lawn without the slightest reaction, breathing steadily, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, he must have had a sweet dream.

The fire was high, and the water vapor was like a flame provoking the dark clouds.

Above the sky, the original subtle rain suddenly increased, and every moment there was the size of a projectile, falling from a height of thousands of feet, and every drop of water was a cannonball, smashing the ground into tiny cracks and depressions, and splashing rocks.

The flames could no longer evaporate the droplets, and the dripping fell on the flames, suppressing the fire by an inch, until the last trace of flame was extinguished, and the dark clouds dispersed.

After the darkness, the light appeared again, the rain had passed, and the rainbow hung high, but the beautiful seven-colored bridge was incompatible with the lifeless, dilapidated forest.

The sun rises and sets, day after day, year after year, the seasons change, and I don't know how many seasons have passed.

In the ruined forest, in the charred and dilapidated earth, tender seedlings emerge.

If you look closely, it is by Ning Hong's side.

There are no nutrients on the ruined earth, the seedling is still growing tenaciously, it has been decadent, it has wanted to give up, it has wanted to wither, but in the end, looking at the ruined forest, the belief in restoring it to its original state made it persist, and it bloomed in the dilapidation.

This small flower is ordinary, but it is something to be proud of, and it scatters its own seeds in four directions, allowing more flowers to bloom around.

The fragrance of flowers attracts birds, beasts and insects in the distance, and more and more creatures appear in this place, and the original dilapidated disappears, only life, only a sea of flowers.

No one remembers that unknown little flower has returned its body to the earth and selflessly dedicated itself to those who come after it.

All this is completely unknown to the boy lying in the sea of flowers.

......

In the outside world, in Hua Fengyu's room, Ning Hong sat cross-legged for half a month, and the aura silkworm chrysalis had been wrapping him in it.

"How can this be?" Hua Fengyu muttered.

In half a month, Hua Fengyu stayed by Ning Hong's side, sleepy and leaned against the wall to sleep, and ordered his subordinates to send food every day.

He went from excitement at the beginning to shock to worry.

Generally speaking, it only takes two hours at most for the transformation of aura into magic power, and if the transformation is not successful within two hours, it means that there is no chance to become a spirit mage.

But the layer of aura silkworm chrysalis on the surface of Ning Hong's body is real, and he clearly knows that the appearance of this vision is destined for Ning Hong to become a spirit mage, but this has been half a month, and I don't know how many times it has exceeded two hours.

He was worried that Ning Hong would have problems without eating for so many days, and he had to know that the people who had opened the pulse realm could not really open the valley yet.

During this period, he thought about interrupting Ning Hong, but the strength of that layer of aura silkworm chrysalis was beyond his imagination, and the usual gentle means could not be broken at all, if it wasn't for worrying about affecting Dao Ning Hong's safety, he really wanted to find an open space to shoot with all his might, but this idea was just an idea, it was too dangerous, and if he was not careful, Ning Hong might be wiped out.

There is also the fact that Ning Hong's face in the silkworm chrysalis has always been ruddy, without the slightest pale weakness due to hunger, which makes his high heart relax a little.

At the same time, the Chaos Stone above Ning Hong's dantian no longer drooped its aura, and it regained its calm again.

On the dantian, the gray aura was also fully absorbed, and Ning Hong's dantian transformation was completed, and there was a touch of gray on the white dantian.

A foot above his Heavenly Spirit Cover, a projectile-sized spiritual qi funnel began to appear.

"Are you going to succeed?" Looking at the aura funnel that suddenly appeared, Hua Fengyu was shocked, and then he was ecstatic.

"Even if it's not the legendary demon, it must be extremely close, I didn't expect there to be such a seedling in this small big Li country, hahaha"

The surrounding aura gradually merged into it, and after just a few breaths, the aura funnel grew into a foot tall.

Hua Fengyu immediately stared at the lower mouth of the funnel, his fists clenched, and he was extremely excited, "It's time to start transforming." ”

"Hmm~"

Under his surprised gaze, no magic power was transformed under the aura funnel, but the funnel was raised and expanded by a foot again.

You must know that when a normal person is transformed, the height of the aura funnel is one foot high, and this height of more than one foot has really never been seen by him, and his heart is shocked.

The excited body continued to tremble, and his heart said: Could this be the transformation process of the legendary genius, this kind of thing that is not recorded in the book, I actually saw it with my own eyes.

Imagining Ning Hong as the kind of talent in the legend makes sense, and it can also soothe his shocked heart.

After the aura funnel reaches five feet, it will no longer increase in height except that the aura is still flowing in.

Grunt!

Looking at the aura funnel that was many times larger than normal, Hua Fengyu's throat rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the joy on his face could not be concealed.

Only, just when he thought this was the end.

Multiply.........