Seven days have passed quickly, and from today, the old monk will officially open the road of cultivating immortals for Dali and Xiaotian!

"Master!" Dali and Xiaotian came to the door of the master's room, "Come in!"

The two pushed the door in, only to see the old monk's house, the Jiupin scroll spread flat on the ground, "Which of you will come first?" The old monk looked at the two calmly, "I'll come first, master!" Xiao Tian walked out first and nodded vigorously at him!

"Go and sit down in front of that scroll!" The colorful glass lamp in the old monk's hand lit up! A silver light flew out and sank into Xiao Tian's eyebrows! "Xiao Tian, no matter what happens, don't be afraid! Master is here! You just need to meditate as usual!" Xiao Tian nodded!

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Legend has it that a long time ago, the heavens and the earth had not yet separated, and the mortal world at that time was like an egg! There was only Hongmeng purple qi in it! Hongmeng gave birth to Pangu, and then there was a groundbreak! People called this period the Hongmeng period! The Hongmeng purple qi that was originally conceived in the mortal world gradually dispersed due to the separation of heaven and earth, and after thousands of years of evolution, they became gods in the mortal world and even the fairy world!

The Nine Heavens Silver Thunder and the Buddha Front Flame are two of the more intense Hongmeng purple qi that were born of the divine objects!

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The old monk controlled the Nine Heavens Silver Thunder from Xiaotian's eyebrows to the dantian, and removed the impurities in Xiaotian's body little by little, but this process was extremely painful! It was like being electrocuted in his body! But Xiaotian still had to hold his teeth and persist. "Although it is only a wisp of the Nine Heavens Silver Thunder body!But it is still the Nine Heavens Silver Thunder!The energy is extremely domineering!" Although the old monk felt sorry for Xiao Tian, he could only rely on himself to insist at this time. If he has crossed it, the future will be destined to be brilliant, and if he can't cross it, he may not be able to cultivate for the rest of his life! The old monk knew that he would not fail at this time! With all his strength, he urged the silver thunder to wander through Xiao Tian's whole body, and finally came to the dantian! "Qi refining array, up!" The old monk looked intently at the magic circle on the Nine Rank Scroll, and little by little through the Nine Heavens Silver Thunder reproduced in Xiao Tian's dantian! This is an extremely mentally draining thing! The march is very slow!

Xiao Tian also entered a very mysterious meditation at this time!

One hour, two hours, three hours...... Finally, at the sixth hour, the reproduction was completed! The Nine Heavens Silver Thunder also became incomparably smaller, and it seemed that it would dissipate if he was not careful! The old monk would not allow it to dissipate, and quickly fixed it in the center of the formation, as if talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the Silver Thunder, "You will be the eye of this formation, I believe that this formation will not be unworthy of you!" The Nine Heavens Silver Thunder seemed to understand, and silently cultivated in the formation.

It's finally done!

The old monk exhaled a breath of turbidity, but Xiao Tian was immersed in meditation and had not yet woken up! Looking at Xiao Tian, who was covered with filth because of the removal of impurities in his body, the old monk threw him into the bathtub that had been prepared for a long time and soaked him, leaving him alone!

"Dali?" the old monk called softly, and Dali, who was sitting on the side and dozing off, immediately woke up!"Master, I'm here!" Dali quickly ran to the master, "Go, go and sit down in front of the scroll!" The old monk instructed Dali, "But, master, do you want to take a break!" Dali asked with concern, the spirit of the six hours was highly concentrated! No one can stand it! "No!" Dali can only be obedient.

The old monk did not immediately reproduce the formation for the vigorous, but carefully took down the painting that knelt down every day, "Next, please!" The colorful glass lamp on the palm of his hand flew out of a cyan light, and the fire in front of the Buddha was fired......