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It has been nearly three years since Xiong Lin broke through the seventh layer of Qi cultivation at the beginning. Xiong Lin finally filled up the dantian true qi again, and successfully carried out the second soul sacrifice magic weapon, successfully breaking through the eighth layer of qi training.

"There are eight layers of Qi training, and there is still one layer left...... When you reach the ninth layer of Qi training, you can prepare to build the foundation!" Xiong Lin felt that the eighth layer of Qi training that had just broken through, the dantian had doubled again, and the true qi was more condensed, and more importantly, he could already clearly feel that there was a faint spirituality awakening in the natal golden bell.

This spiritual cultivation is not easy, it is his continuous cultivation based on essence blood, true qi, and soul power, and it is also the harvest of refining the iron-blooded evil qi cultivation weapon many times on this battlefield.

Feeling the spirituality that was faintly about to be generated in the Natal Bell, Xiong Lin was sure that when he broke through the foundation, he would elevate the Natal Bell to a spiritual weapon.

Cultivating immortals, only when the natal weapon is promoted to a spiritual weapon, can it be regarded as a good hand in foundation building. Those who build the foundation and cultivate, but the natal weapon is still at the stage of the magic weapon, and they have not been promoted to the spiritual weapon, it is all a lack of cultivation, and the qualification of the natal weapon is not enough, so it is better to change the path of cultivating immortals in the Dan Dao.

Otherwise, one step behind, one step behind, will only be further and further away from those immortal cultivators who are walking in front, and it is even unknown whether they can go on the path of immortal cultivation in the end.

"One level away...... I only have one year left to sit in the Iron Mountain Pass...... Because of that 100,000 catties of thunder magnetite, the Great Zhou royal family helped me suppress that inner disciple, but if I return to the sect after a year, the Great Zhou royal family may not care about me!" Xiong Lin thought of this, and his brows suddenly furrowed again.

"Or do I apply to the sect, continue to sit here, and then provide 100,000 catties of thunder magnetite to the Great Zhou royal family?" Xiong Lin didn't know what to do for a while, frowned and thought for a long time, before he sighed, "Forget it, take it one step at a time, if there is no way in a year, I will apply to continue to sit here for three years!"

"Zhou Wu, hand over the iron-blooded pill for me!" Suddenly, a voice blew like a gust of wind, instantly sweeping over the entire Tieshan Pass, whether it was an ordinary soldier in the Tieshan Pass, or a Qi cultivator, a military general, and even the foundation building monk Prince Zhou Wu suddenly shuddered.

And Prince Wu Zhou's face changed greatly, and he immediately stood up and ordered:

"Beat the drums, point the generals, gather the troops, and set up the Xuanwu army array!"

"Yes......" The generals under his seat also realized that something was wrong, and rushed out of their respective barracks after rushing out.

"Tom...... Tong...... Tom tom tom ......" and at the same time, the drum of the general also sounded tightly.

Xiong Lin was in his own small garden, just stabilizing his newly broken cultivation, and was going to find Mo Su and Li Zhao to go to the Victory Building to drink and celebrate. I didn't expect that suddenly a cold voice, like a yin wind blowing, and the dignified killing intent in it actually made his heartbeat suddenly tighten.

"This is ......" Xiong Lin's eyes shrank, this sound like a yin wind blowing, with a faint awe-inspiring majesty, awe-inspiring killing intent, although it is weak, it is deeper and more unfathomable than the foundation building monk.

Xiong Lin had a bad guess in his heart, and he didn't even pay attention to the content of the voice.

"Tom...... Tong...... Tom tom tom ......" and suddenly remembered the gathering drum, which made Xiong Lin come back to his senses and take a deep breath, but Xiong Lin was not in a hurry to go out to meet the enemy.

First, he sorted out all his things in the small courtyard, put them in the storage bag, and then took out a moving blood slip and clasped it in his hand.

Because of his speculation about the coming enemy, Xiong Lin did not have the slightest confidence in holding the Iron Mountain Pass, so he had to prepare a way back for himself!

Everything was ready, Xiong Lin walked out of the courtyard gate, and turned his head to look at the courtyard next to him.

The courtyard was already empty, and half a year ago, Guan Ziyu and Lu Huanqing had already completed the task of sitting here and returned to the sect. It's just that before leaving, the two of them were unusual, and they didn't say goodbye to anyone, as if they didn't have the slightest friendship.

As for inviting Xiong Lin to join the Gentlemen's League, until he left, he didn't see Guan Ziyu mention it again. Xiong Lin frowned at that time and wondered if they knew about the conflict between themselves and the inner disciples, and they were worried about causing trouble, so they gave up on themselves.

Standing outside the courtyard, Xiong Lin looked up and could see that above the Tieshan Pass Tower, in mid-air, there was an old man with white hair and gray eyes and a somewhat rickety body, standing in mid-air out of thin air. It seems to be standing on the ordinary earth, like an ordinary hunchbacked old man, without half a bit of power.

It's just that feeling the incomparably cold, unfathomable aura as deep as a black abyss on the old man's body, Xiong Lin's face was extremely solemn.

"Such momentum, such a feeling...... Xiong Lin's heart sank slightly, and he had already confirmed his guess just now, "This is a Jindan monk!"

At this time, Prince Wu of Zhou also led a group of guards to stand behind the city tower, and behind him were the generals who led the troops. Those soldiers, under the leadership of one military general, kept shuttling back and forth, looking for a place to stand still, and they were faintly laying out a large array.

Li Zhao, Xie Yun and the Heng brothers were still here, and they were also standing on the side of the military formation at this time, looking at the old man in the sky with a solemn face. And a group of scattered cultivators were also on the other side of the military array, and at this time they were also silent, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

Seeing this, Xiong Lin directly picked up the Five Elements Luo Yanbu and rushed to Li Zhao's side.

The old man in the air did not speak at this time, nor did he make any other movements, but just looked down with interest, the large array faintly formed behind Prince Wu of Zhou.

"Boom ......" finally stood in the designated position with the last pair of sergeants, and there were already 30,000 soldiers behind Prince Wu of Zhou, and under the military formation, the aura of these 30,000 soldiers gradually blended together, and blended with Prince Wu of Zhou in front.

"Is this your Zhou family's Xuanwu military formation? Legend has it that attack and defense are integrated, the more sergeants there are, the more powerful they are, and more than 10,000 can fight beyond the ranks?" Seeing that the military formation was formed, the rickety old man above said in a deep voice, and his voice was also like a yin wind blowing.

"Xuanwu!" Prince Zhou Wu did not answer, but turned over his hand and took out his natal spirit weapon, the iron-blooded banner, and planted the iron-blooded banner on the ground in front of him with a deep sigh.

"Xuanwu, Xuanwu, Xuanwu......" At the same time, a group of soldiers who had placed a military formation behind them also immediately reconciled, and shouted "Xuanwu" and soared into the sky.

And as the soldiers shouted, they saw bursts of iron-blooded evil qi gradually rising above the military formation, and countless iron-blooded evil qi diffused and rolled above the military formation, faintly as if they were about to gather together.

"Ang ......" Finally, in the louder and louder shouts of the soldiers, the iron-blooded evil qi above the military formation rolled and gathered into a Xuanwu image of a turtle and snake in a sound that seemed to be a dragon's roar and a turtle's roar.

As soon as the image of "Boom ......" Xuanwu became one, a powerful aura of iron and blood immediately burst out, rushing straight to the old man standing in mid-air above.

"Hey, okay, let the old man try your Zhou family's Xuanwu military formation!" The old man's gray eyes suddenly flashed a bloody light, and the rickety figure gradually rose, and as the figure rose, wisps of black aura around his body were like smoke and mist, diffuse, and finally faintly converged into a one-horned black python.

"Hiss......" The one-horned black python hissed at the sky, and an incomparably cold threat also erupted, colliding with the iron-blooded Zheng Zheng produced by the Xuanwu Army Array.

"Boom ......" seemed to explode thunder out of thin air, which actually shook the entire Tieshan Pass, and a few people in Xiong Lin and a group of scattered cultivators on the side were also set off by the momentum of the collision and fell into the distance.

Xiong Lin and the others had a burst of blood on their faces, and then turned white again, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Prince Wu of Zhou gathered the strength of 30,000 soldiers with the Xuanwu army array, and he has the power of Jindan!" Li Zhao relieved his breath first, and at this time, his eyes were shining at the Xuanwu formed by the accumulation of iron-blooded evil qi.

When Xiong Lin heard this, he also looked at the blood-colored Xuanwu in the sky, as well as at the old man. Both of them were Jindan-level existences, and they didn't even fight, just a collision of momentum, and the rest of the power actually made a group of Qi cultivators fly like ants.

Although this is also the meaning of the reluctance of the Qi cultivators to resist and retreat with their strength, it is enough to explain the gap.

Gritting his teeth, Xiong Lin's eagerness to build a foundation suddenly calmed down again. Whether it is Qi cultivation or foundation building, it is just the beginning! What he wants to pursue is higher and farther. Jin Dan, Yuan Ying, and even the gods!

"Did you hear what Brother Jindan said just now?" Suddenly, Henghai said with some doubts, "I seem to have heard that he was looking for Prince Wu of Zhou for some iron-blooded pill!"

"Iron-blooded Danfang!" Li Zhao exclaimed, and at this time he seemed to think about it, "Yes, I want the iron-blooded Danfang, could it be that the scattered cultivation fire fusion has succeeded?"

"Iron-blooded Danfang?fire melting?" Xiong Lin also frowned, remembering a battle he had encountered when he first arrived at this Tieshan Pass, and that battle ended hastily in the end. The reason was that Huo Rong tried to use the iron-blooded evil qi to refine the pill, and sucked all the iron-blooded evil qi on the battlefield into the Dan furnace, which eventually led to the explosion of the furnace.

And after the battle, the fire melt was taken away by Prince Wu of Zhou, and in the following year and a half, the fire melt seemed to disappear, and everyone never saw him again.

Thinking about it at this time, I'm afraid that Huo Rong was secretly controlled by the Zhou family at that time, and he has been studying the Iron Blood Pill, and now it seems that there are some results, and the Iron Blood Pill has come out. However, the Zhou family seems to be not secretive, and even leaked the news, which attracted this old man Jindan.

"Junior Zhou Wu, meet the seniors......" At this time, the Xuanwu army array was placed, and Prince Zhou Wu seemed to have some confidence, after fighting with the old man for a hard time, the Xuanwu array converged on the momentum of iron and blood, like a hibernating old turtle, shrinking all the minions.

"Dare to ask the seniors, but the Yin Corpse Dynasty is too high and the emperor is not old?" said Prince Wu of Zhou, who was neither humble nor arrogant, "The ancestors of the family often mentioned to the younger generations the scene of the battle with you back then. ”

"Oh, isn't Zhou Bin's old man dead? I didn't see him for so many years, I thought he was dead!" The old man also restrained the black aura around him at this time, and said in a cold voice.