Just when Ning Zhe was worried about the third natal artifact, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sea of consciousness, as if something was about to tear his whole person apart......

Only then did he realize that the most important thing now was not how to advance to the Dan Realm in the future, but how to calm the two spiritual forces in the sea of consciousness now. Rainbow Literature Network, with you all the way!

Thinking of this, he endured the pain of Zhihai, injected spiritual power into the white bone ring, and took out two Xuanming Pills. Looking at the two black pills, his breathing paused for a moment before throwing it into his mouth.

Rumble!

A vast spiritual power was directly injected into the golden book of Zhihai, and the golden light that was about to dim suddenly brightened, almost forming a turbulent golden river in Ning Zhe's Zhihai.

And at the moment when this golden river formed, the colorful spiritual power above the sea of consciousness actually condensed into a circular spirit bead, allowing the golden river to be wrapped in it, and then slowly refined by the river.

Sensing this, Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this colorful spiritual power to be subdued like this? No, looking at the situation just now, he thought that it would take a lot of effort to be able to subdue it.

What he didn't know was that this Wangxiantai was originally used by a sect in ancient times to help disciples condense immortal power, so this colorful immortal power would be more violent every time it first entered the body, just to test whether this disciple could withstand such vast immortal power. And when this test is completed, this colorful immortal power will automatically turn into a part of the spiritual power in the monk's body, and then be absorbed by it.

At this time, Ning Zhe naturally didn't understand this, but the colorful immortal power began to be refined, which was also a good sign, so he closed his eyes again and began to absorb the surrounding immortal power. （.）

At this time, at the bottom of Wangsendai, there were already monks who stopped absorbing and stood up. Because the immortal power under Wangxiantai was already weak and there were many people, it only took a moment to absorb it. But despite this, judging from the expressions on their faces, they should also make a lot of profits.

After glancing at Ning Zhe with envy, they crushed the snow crystal in their hands and teleported out, after all, there was not much point in staying here.

Three days passed, almost all the monks had completed the immortal power infusion and left Wangxiantai, and even Ghost Wuya and Lu Yongzhao chose to leave early the next morning.

At this time, on the Wangxian Terrace, only Ning Zhe was still receiving immortal power infusion, and in a corner next to him, it was Zhou Li who was paralyzed on the ground. At this time, Zhou Li looked depressed and confused, and he didn't have the slightest intention of going out.

According to the rules, when the last monk completes the immortal power infusion, the heads of the four major sects will close the exit of the endless snow field. By then, everyone will be outspoken. Therefore, as long as Zhou Li did not take the initiative to spread it, no one could force him to leave Wangxiantai.

Sun Chu looked at the purple light curtain, a flash of expectation flashed on his face, and muttered: "This flower mist is really terrifying, it's actually three days, three days." You must know that the genius of my Snow Palace back then taught Luo Xue Zhenren, and he only lasted for five days......"

Sun Li, who was standing behind him, nodded and said, "Senior Brother Hua's Tianzong Talent is indeed not comparable to us, I hope he can break the record and impact the Huandan Realm in one fell swoop......"

Sun Chu frowned, and reprimanded unhappily: "No, although this immortal power is powerful, it is an external force after all, and it is impossible to be completely refined in a short period of time. So you can't have that kind of thought!"

Sun Li's face suddenly turned red, and it was the first time for him to be reprimanded by Sun Chu in front of so many people. But he had experienced the endless snow field, and he also knew that Sun Chu was for his good, so he didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously and continued to look at the purple light curtain.

"Sun Zhangjiao really has a good way of cultivating, this time it seems that the Snow Palace is really going to have a demon. In time, I'm afraid that the name of the first person in Northern Xinjiang will be this Flower Mist Flower Daoist!"

Although Sun Chu had the intention to acquiesce in the other party's words, he still had a lot of respect for the old man Kunji. After being silent for a moment, he shook his head and said: "Zilan City Lord's words are wrong, such a proud son of the heavens can't be taught by my grandson Chuke, he is a disciple of a senior, but he is just here to help me hit the name of the Snow Palace." ”

Hearing Sun Chu's words, everyone present was shocked, they originally thought that the biggest backer of this flower mist was Sun Chu, but they didn't expect that they would have another teacher. With Sun Chu's status and status, he shouldn't lie about this kind of thing, but when he saw the whole leopard, just a disciple was already powerful to this point, and you can imagine how terrifying Huawu's master is!

As soon as they thought of this, everyone's eyes looked at Ning Zhe slightly, and most of them had already classified Ning Zhe as one of the people who could never be offended. Only Zhou Yangwan, who was at the forefront, turned pale, and a strong hatred flashed in his eyes!

And behind Zhou Yangwan, there were a group of elders in Lianshan City, and an old man in green clothes was also standing in the middle of these elders, and under his lowered eyes were two calm gazes, when this gaze was cast into the purple light curtain, there would be a flash of scorching heat.

"Master, I've finally waited for this day, I've finally arrived!"

This person is Zhou Qing!

In this way, tens of thousands of monks in the square stood here quietly, all their eyes were on the black figure in the purple light curtain, and occasionally someone swept over the Zhou Li in the corner, and they all sighed softly: This Zhou Li is also a generation of Tianjiao, but unfortunately he was born in the same era with Hua Wu, and he was destined to be a supporting role......

Three days...... Five-day ...... Seven-day ......

It wasn't until the evening of the seventh day that Ning Zhe slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, the immortal vines around him had all withered, and the colorful light in the air gradually dispersed.

He glanced up at the sky and bowed slightly, as a sign of gratitude for this immortal infusion. This infusion of immortal power not only allowed him to condense the third natal artifact, but also made his first two natal artifacts grow a few points again.

What's more, his current cultivation has finally advanced from the high-level of the Self-Refining Realm to the high-level peak of the Self-Refining Realm, and he is still missing that last kick before he can become a Great Cultivator of the Huandan Realm.

However, he knew in his heart that this step from refining himself to returning the pill was too difficult and difficult, and countless talented monks fell on this step.

He sighed slightly, although he could feel that this advance would bring him a lot of benefits, and he urgently needed a retreat. But he also knew in his heart that this was not a place for retreat, and he had to go out first.

Thinking of this, he slapped the storage bag, took out all the snow crystals on his body, and prepared to crush them and go out.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a black shadow came out from the side and smashed towards Ning Zhe fiercely......