Building a foundation, as the name suggests, is to lay a solid foundation for cultivating the truth, and building a foundation for people is actually a way to build a foundation, which is a big step to cut off the mundane dust of mortal bodies, and it is also a sign that a person has truly become a cultivator.

Qi refining period monks often say that a hundred years of cultivation is true, which means that a Qi refining period monk only has a hundred years of life, which is not much more than that of mortals in the world, so a Qi refining period monk can only be regarded as having the qualification to cultivate the truth.

The lifespan of a Qi Refining Period monk is only a hundred years since ancient times, so a Qi Refining Period monk will be called a hundred years of cultivation, and if he does not enter the foundation building period within a hundred years, he will only die of old age like those mortals in the world.

And the lifespan of a monk in the foundation building period was twice that of a monk in the Qi refining period, reaching an astonishing two hundred years. It can be described as otherworldly, and with the support of a long lifespan, the monks in the foundation building period have the opportunity to continue to climb upward. The most important thing is that Zhuji has laid the foundation for cultivation and touched the threshold of cultivation.

The Qi refining period monks are located at the lowest level of the entire cultivation realm, and their cultivation is poor and weak, and when they encounter a stronger monk, they may be killed by someone with a wave of their hands, which can be described as precarious, and only the monks in the foundation building period can barely have the power to protect themselves.

From a long-term perspective, Qi refining period cultivators can only be regarded as hovering at the very edge of cultivation, while foundation building can be regarded as truly touching the door of cultivation.

At the moment of successful foundation building, Zhang Fan lost the last trace of strength in his body and fell to the ground.

Bai Xiaosheng was also relieved, just now he also pinched Zhang Fan in a cold sweat, if Zhang Fan didn't survive, it was very likely that he would really hang up. In that case, he would have no hope of going out at all, so he had to wait for death in the bag.

The Yuan Shen that was about to dissipate slowly gathered in Zhang Fan's mind again. Those poisonous true qi gushing out of Zhang Fan's body also returned to Zhang Fan's body from all directions.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and sweat. Zhang Fan was physically and mentally exhausted, Zhang Fan just wanted to close his eyes and sleep now, but now was not the time to sleep.

Zhang Fan sat on the ground, looking at the puddles of black blood on the ground, and there were some insects the size of rice grains in the black blood.

There are insects in the body, and anyone who encounters them will feel uncomfortable in their hearts, and after taking a look at these black insects, Zhang Fan re-probed his body with his divine thoughts.

There were no more bugs in his blood, and they seemed to want to come out of his body. Zhang Fan's blood vessels exploded before, and these insects came out completely, and there was nothing left.

At the beginning, Master Wang used Zhang Fan's body to nourish poisons, but Zhang Fan absorbed the aura in the Qiankun bag and suppressed those red dots until they disappeared completely, and now Zhang Fan knows that those red dots have not completely disappeared, and these poisonous insects are probably formed by those red dots.

Although the curse-like poison that Master Wang left on Zhang Fan's body cannot be said to be lifted now, it also prolongs the time of the poison indefinitely.

Just when Zhang Fan succeeded in building the foundation. Outside the Qiankun bag, a large amount of poisonous mist churned and wrapped the Qiankun bag, and almost all living things within a radius of 100 zhang were dead. Except for Zhao Kuo and the woman in palace costumes, the other Quanzhen Sect monks have all died.

However, Zhao Kuo and the woman in the palace costume have not left yet. Still observing the black fog like a lead cloud from a distance.

"Senior brother, why don't we leave here, it won't be useful for us to stay here, if this person comes out, I'm afraid he will attack us!" The woman in the palace costume said with some uneasiness.

Zhao Kuo shook his head and said, "No, junior sister, you didn't expect it." There must be something wrong with this person, otherwise how could he suddenly stop attacking. And also took away our storage bags, if my estimation is correct, this person should be eaten by the poisonous mist, what elixir is needed to save his life."

Speaking of this, Zhao Kuo sneered again: "Except for a few Zhuji Dan and spirit stones in our storage bag, there is no antidote pill at all, if this person is eaten by the poisonous mist and dies, then the poisonous mist magic weapon will belong to us." ”

The palace woman's eyes lit up, revealing a sudden look: "Yes, how can such a powerful poisonous mist be used by him, a monk in the early stage of foundation building, hmph, this person has sabotaged our Quanzhen Sect's plan to attack the Wudang Sect's camp, and he deserves to be poisoned!"

Whether it is a monk or a mortal, they are afraid of poison like a tiger, and even if there are some people who use poison, it is only slightly enough. A monk like Zhang Fan in the early stage of foundation building used such a powerful magic weapon, and there was indeed a high possibility that he would be devoured and die.

But after waiting for a long time, the black fog remained unchanged as before.

"Senior brother, this black fog will not dissipate, should we just wait?" the woman in the palace costume asked again.

"Yes, why hasn't this black fog moved for a long time, could it be that this person is dead, let me go in and take a look." After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement in the black fog, and Zhao Kuo wondered if the Wudang monk in the poisonous fog was dead, so he walked cautiously towards the black fog step by step.

Even Zhao Kuo, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, after entering the center of the black fog for a few feet, his body suddenly stiffened, a trace of chill came from the soles of his feet, and his body immediately had a feeling of numbness and stiffness, and after slowly taking a few steps back, Zhao Kuo resumed his actions.

Fortunately, his body is full of spiritual power, and he is only on the edge of the black mist. Zhao Kuo's face was suspicious and looked at the black poisonous mist, but in the end, he still gently released a trace of divine thought, but when this divine thought appeared, it was also corroded by this poisonous mist.

"Even divine thoughts can be corrupted"!

Zhao Kuo's heart was shocked, and he was secretly surprised, and at the same time, he was even more determined to get the magic weapon of the poisonous mist.

Although the divine mind was corroded by the poisonous mist, Zhao Kuo also vaguely saw a gray cloth bag floating in the center of the poisonous mist, and when he saw this cloth bag, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but have a trace of joy on his face.

That cloth bag must be the magic weapon of the poisonous mist, and the Wudang Sect monk has long since disappeared, presumably so corroded by the poisonous mist that even the bones are gone.

Zhao Kuo decided to continue to stay where he was, he didn't believe that this poisonous fog would continue to exist like this, and when the poisonous fog dispersed, he would be able to get the magic weapon of the poisonous fog at that time.

Zhang Fan sat in the Qiankun bag, reached out and grabbed two insects in his hands, these insects crawled between Zhang Fan's fingers in a very small way, like a small spot on his fingers.

Looking at the black insects that stayed quietly between Zhang Fan's fingers, Zhang Fan pondered whether to kill these insects completely, or just throw them outside?

But looking at it, Zhang Fan inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy with this insect. Zhang Fan shuddered, how could he have a sense of intimacy with these insects, although Zhang Fan was somewhat willing to believe it, but this was the case.

But these Zhang Fan can feel that this little black insect has a strong attachment to himself, just like an attachment to his mother.

These poisonous insects are produced from Zhang Fan's body, and there is a mother-like feeling for Zhang Fan, if someone attacks Zhang Fan, I am afraid it will also cause these small poisonous insects to attack and counterattack.

It's a pity that Zhang Fan doesn't know these now.

"Zhang Fan, your physique is a poisonous body, your poisonous blood is fierce and domineering, even the monks are killed immediately, these little insects can devour your poisonous blood and be born, I'm afraid it won't be simple. Now you can stay in the bag of these little bugs and see what changes will happen in the future".

Just as Zhang Fan was pondering how to deal with these insects, Bai Xiaosheng said.

Zhang Fan thought about it, these insects didn't hurt him for the time being, so he left them in the Qiankun bag. (To be continued......)