Kavenka's life is worse than death!

Chapter Eighty-Five: Building the Foundation

It wasn't until a long time had passed that Yan Shan reacted, and at this moment he glanced at Wang Cheng very carefully, took a deep breath, showed a respectful look on his face, and bowed to Wang Cheng at this moment: "Yan Shan, the third-level Cangyan tribe, meet your lord!"

The moment he heard these words, Wang Cheng's face suddenly became strange, he glanced at Yan Shan thoughtfully, and asked in surprise, "This Cangyan tribe?"

Glancing at Wang Cheng, Yan Shan forcibly calmed himself down, he had already regarded Wang Cheng as a big man of the sixth-level tribe, he could never be rude in front of the other party, and even he had already thought about it, if this adult could protect his Cangyan tribe, then those third-level tribes, who would dare to bully them?

Taking a deep breath, Yan Shan introduced the Cangyan tribe to Wang Cheng little by little. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Cheng listened with a flat expression, occasionally asking a few questions, and after a while, he had some understanding of the Nine Continents of the Underworld.

"My lord, why don't you go back to the tribe with me, so that we can do our best to be a landlord. ”

Yan Shan said respectfully, Wang Cheng glanced at him, and then shook his head.

Yan Shan was immediately disappointed, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Glancing at the other party, Wang Cheng smiled slightly, took out a handful of lower-grade spiritual weapons from the storage bag, and handed it to Yan Shan.

After doing this, he glanced in the direction of the Cangyan tribe, his eyes showed thought, and the next moment his body turned into a long rainbow and left here.

Yan Shan looked at the spiritual weapon in his hand blankly, his breathing suddenly became short, this kind of spiritual weapon was the first time he had seen it, at this moment, he glanced at the direction Wang Cheng left, and after bowing respectfully again, he grabbed the flying sword and ran towards the tribe quickly......

Wang Cheng came to a barren mountain, this mountain is extremely desolate, only a few scattered trees, after a few glances, he immediately carved out a cave here, and after laying a few formations at the entrance of the cave, he sat cross-legged in the cave and began to meditate and cultivate.

"It's time to start building the foundation. ”

Wang Cheng's expression was thoughtful, for more than a year, although his strength has improved a lot, but the cultivation realm has not improved much, this land of nine grades is full of crises, although he is not afraid of the foundation building realm, but if he encounters a monk Jiedan, he is not even qualified to escape.

Even he remembered that the fate of this Immortal Cave was often obtained by a monk who had a knot, and he was just condensing his qi at the moment, and if he wanted to increase the chance of getting the inheritance, he had to build a foundation.

At that moment, he began to meditate with his eyes closed.

Time passed, months passed in a blink of an eye.

In the distance, a slightly thin figure came towards the barren mountain where Wang Cheng was located with difficulty at this moment.

It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, his face was pale, his whole body was full of wounds, his eyes were always staring at the barren mountain in front of him, and his eyes showed a look of determination.

This young man is Yan Shan.

"Wild Swallow Department, this time you are dead, dare to rob the baby that the adult gave me, you are absolutely dead this time!"

Yan Shan gasped, his steps were unsteady, he fell to the ground and got up again, he looked at a bone bead in his hand, and crushed it without hesitation at this moment, and suddenly a white air flow diffused out, and after he absorbed it all, his breathing calmed down slightly.

He continued to walk with difficulty, his eyes were always focused on the barren mountain, and the color of hope rose in his heart, he had excellent eyesight since he was a child, when Wang Cheng left, he saw very clearly that the other party fell on this barren mountain.

He didn't know if the lord was still on the barren mountain, but no matter what, he had to take a look, thinking of the face of the barren swallow department, and the sighing face of the old clan, whatever he said this time, he would find the adult......

Three days passed, and at last he came to the bottom of the barren mountain, and his breathing became rapid again, and his expression became paler and paler, like gold paper.

His vision had become blurry, and a feeling of dizziness erupted from his mind, and he bit his tongue violently, taking advantage of this brief lucidity, he exerted all his strength to shout.

For a long time, his voice echoed all around, but no one appeared in front of him, and with a wry smile, his eyes slowly closed, and his weak body fell under the barren mountain.

Not long after he fell, Wang Cheng slowly appeared in front of him.

Wang Cheng looked at Yan Shan, frowned slightly, swept his senses, calmly glanced at the location of the Cangyan tribe, grabbed Yan Shan's body at this moment, and his body turned into a long rainbow and flew to the sky.

After a long time, Wang Cheng slowly landed near the Cangyan Ministry, and after putting Yanshan down, he groaned slightly, glanced at the Cangyan Ministry, and then turned around and left.

Returning to the cave of retreat, he continued to sprint to the realm of foundation building, he roughly guessed something about Yanshan, but at this moment he didn't want to provoke right and wrong, building the foundation early was his main task at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed, and on this day, on the barren mountain where he was retreating, two figures, an old man and a young man, suddenly appeared here.

"Ah Shan, you said that the adult was saved on this mountain?" The old figure, dressed in shabby animal skin clothes, had an extremely old face and dense wrinkles.

"Clan Elder, I came here once last time, but unfortunately I fainted at the bottom of the mountain, but when I woke up, I returned to the vicinity of the tribe, and that adult must be here!" Yan Shan said excitedly, for fear that the old man would not believe it, he also pointed to a certain direction under the mountain, and explained in great detail what happened a month ago.

The old man in animal skin groaned, his cloudy eyes looked at the peak, his hands formed a few obscure seals, and there were words in his mouth, and the next moment, Wang Cheng, who was in retreat in the cave, suddenly opened his eyes, and his divine sense gushed out and poked out far away, and he immediately found Yan Shan and the old man in animal skin.

His brows furrowed slightly, the old man in animal skin, the aura emanating from his body was extremely strange, and his strength was equivalent to about the middle stage of foundation building.

Through Yan Shan's words before, he knew that in this Nine Continents of the Netherworld, the cultivators in it were called cultivators, and there were nine levels in total, and Yan Shan belonged to the first level, which was equivalent to the strength of about five layers of condensation.

After pondering for a while, he slowly closed his eyes, ignored Yan Shan and the old man in the animal skin, and continued to cultivate.

Condensing Qi to Building a Foundation is an extremely difficult process, and many monks are at the peak of Qi Condensation, and they will not be able to step into Foundation Building for the rest of their lives.

Building the foundation is the real transition period for mortals to become monks, and it can be said that only when the foundation is built can it be regarded as truly stepping into the path of cultivation.

At the peak of condensation, Wang Cheng has been in this realm for many years, and it is not too difficult to build a foundation at this moment, meditating and spitting, the aura in heaven and earth slowly gathered towards him, and was absorbed by him one by one.

"Ahsan, it seems that the adult you met is gone. ”

At this moment, the old man in the animal skin slowly opened his eyes and said to Yan Shan on the side with a sigh.

Yan Shan gritted his teeth, took a deep look at this barren mountain, and then left here with regret and the old man in animal skin in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

On this day, Wang Cheng slowly woke up from his seat.

"It's so difficult to build this foundation......"

His expression was a little gloomy, and he had tried many times over the past year to build the foundation, but in the end the result was all in failure.

Building a foundation is very important to him at this moment, which is directly related to whether he is qualified to compete for the immortal inheritance of this Nine Places of the Underworld, no matter what, he must successfully build the foundation.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to rummage through all the memories of Zhuji, and after constantly summing up his experience, he once again began to try to impact the Zhuji realm.

Time passed, and seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, from the outside, the barren mountain where Wang Cheng was retreating suddenly began to grow plants since two years ago, and now at a glance, there is already a lot of green.

On this day, Wang Cheng suddenly woke up from meditation, and a breath of foundation building emanated from him.

At this moment, Wang Cheng looks like he has changed greatly from before, and he has a dusty temperament between his gestures.

At the moment when he reached the foundation, a subtle sense emerged in his heart, it was some kind of strange call from the depths of the Nine Continents of the Underworld, Wang Cheng looked at a certain place, and there was a hint of thought in his expression.

The next moment, he resolutely walked out of the cave and flew quickly towards the place where the induction came.

His expression showed a hint of expectation, and he had a faint guess in his heart, the place where this induction came from was definitely related to the inheritance of the immortals.

With him constantly flying. Gradually, he saw several foundation-building monks like him flying towards the place where the sense of induction had come from.

Gradually, he came to a tribe, which was very large, and there were no natives of the Nine Continents in it, but it was composed of foreign monks.

After Wang Cheng came here, he immediately saw many disciples of the Spirit Desolate Sect, and in silence, his body flew down and landed outside this tribe, thinking about the disciples of the Spirit Desolate Sect walking there.

The monastic tribe was very large, and it was lined with stone houses and surrounded by five peaks, as if the five fingers of a man were raised as if they were about to grasp the sky.

Wang Cheng's arrival immediately attracted the attention of a group of disciples of the Spirit Desolate Sect, there were not many disciples who could go to this land of nine grades, and when they saw Wang Cheng, after confirming his identity, they nodded slightly.

Wang Cheng calmly walked to the side of the disciples of the Spirit Desolation Sect, and after a while, he got a message that in these five peaks, it was the place where the immortal inheritance was located.

It's just that these five peaks are the land of the Kuyan tribe, it is the majority of the fourth-level, and there are six fourth-level ancestors in it, you know, the fourth-level powerhouse on the Nine Continents of the Netherworld, its cultivation is equivalent to the master of the Jiedan, for these outsiders, if they want to enter these five peaks, they must exterminate the Kuyan tribe.

On the side of the monk tribe, there are only five Jiedan monks at the moment, and Nanmo who led the team this time is one of the main forces, they fought against the Kuyan Department a few days ago, and now they are recovering from retreat, preparing to fight again.

After finding a stone house to live in, Wang Cheng pondered slightly.