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After taking a closer look, he turned out to be the ancestor of the Blood Demon, a powerful man with the highest level of cultivation in the demonic world. He had broken through the Mahayana period for more than a thousand years. He had not dared to overcome the calamity because of his many evil deeds, and was waiting for the emergence of such a treasure.

He is bound to get the Heaven-capturing Good Fortune Pill.

"Blood Demon, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. We are also interested in the Heaven-winning Creation Pill and advise you to return quickly." Two more figures flashed up, but they were Yangming Sanxian and Xuanhui Sanxian who had not been born for a long time.

.One of them is a loose immortal of Six Tribulations, and the other is a loose immortal of Seven Tribulations. They are among the best masters in the Haotian World.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was hesitating when he heard a low and impatient voice coming from the Potian Palace, "Whoever dares to act recklessly on my Fenji Peak, get out immediately!"

Hey, you guys are so arrogant! The three great masters all showed angry faces. Before they could take action, they saw countless black sword lights shooting out from the Potian Palace, carrying a momentum that would destroy the world.

The three people hurriedly moved to resist. At first, they were able to do it with ease, but they could not get closer to Potian Palace. After two sticks of incense, the sword light was not exhausted, but the offensive became more fierce. Every sword light contained a fierce murderous intention, and they attacked overwhelmingly.

It's almost impossible to hide and avoid.

The three of them were gradually outnumbered and fell behind. Their bodies, which could be said to be invincible, were opened by countless wounds caused by the sword light. The wounds were bleeding profusely and the pain was unbearable. They could not be cured by spiritual power or elixirs. This is the Way of the Sky-Breaking Swordsmanship.

The power of the sword can even crush the laws of heaven. How can a mere mortal be able to withstand it?

The Blood Demon Ancestor fought and retreated, narrowly dodging a fatal blow and then escaped without hesitation. The two Loose Immortals looked at each other and then turned into streams of light and galloped away towards the sky. They didn't even show their faces.

Putting them in such a mess shows that their strength is far superior to them.

The Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique is indeed extraordinary!

Not to mention that the three of them suffered extremely serious sword wounds, which could not be cured by any kind of elixir. They could only consume spiritual power every day to nourish them. It didn’t take long for them to die one after another, which horrified all the powerful officials. Shan Wujixian

Zong and this group of people were already shocked beyond words.

"Xuanhui Loose Immortal is a Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal. He is the number one cultivator in our Haotian World. He is not the opponent of the Supreme Elder. Breaking Heaven Sword Dao, Breaking Heaven Sword Dao..." Peak Master Jianyuan repeatedly murmured, "Breaking Heaven Sword Dao"

The four words "Kendo", his face was full of awe.

"Yu Fei, try to stay away from Fenji Peak in the future." The stunning woman spoke carefully after being silent for a long time. Just now, she actually felt the power of the man's sword array to destroy the world, and she felt a ghost.

They all trembled. After counting with their fingers, that person had survived seven nine-nine tribulations, but now he was still safe and sound. Is it true that the way of heaven could kill him?

What kind of talent can create such a powerful cultivator? Not to mention in the three thousand worlds, even in the fairy world, he is probably a figure who stands at the top.

The woman frowned in thought, and after a long time sighed. Song Yufei's mood became more and more depressed, and he promised in his heart, but there was an unyielding look on his face.

When Master Chixiao returned to Chixiao Palace, the first thing he did was to summon his beloved daughter.

"The Supreme Elder has refined the Heaven-winning Creation Pill for Fang Xinghai. After taking it, even the waste from the Four Spiritual Roots can turn into a cultivation wizard in an instant. Do you still remember the life and death certificate you signed?"

Mo Yu lowered his head and replied, "Of course I remember."

"Then don't slack off in your practice in the future. Although Fang Xinghai has just started practicing now, the Supreme Elder is a chaos-level alchemy master and holds countless genius treasures in his hands. It is not necessary to refine a few pills for him to improve his cultivation.

It’s difficult. In the big competition ten years from now, it’s hard to predict whether you will win or lose.”

"My daughter knows, and she will definitely not delay her practice." Mo Yu agreed with his hand, his expression looking calm, but there was a lot of panic hidden in his eyes.

In the Potian Palace, Zong Yi was holding his disciple and soaking in the Broken Jade Spirit Pond. He picked up the water in the pool with his big hands and washed his disciple, while his fingertips slowly circled his disciple's round and smooth shoulders.

"Why do you want to practice the Heaven-breaking Sword Art? I heard that practitioners who practice this kind of sword art will die and be destroyed by the way of heaven." Zhou Yun Sheng looked worried.

"I was born to destroy the way of heaven." Zong Yi said calmly.

"What do you mean?" This is too arrogant!

"It doesn't mean anything, it's just a feeling, a kind of..." Zong Yi thought about it for a long time, and then said slowly, "A kind of responsibility."

A kind of duty? Zhou Yun Sheng pondered for a long time, vaguely guessing about the identity of his lover.

Zong Yi washed his disciple and carried him to the jade bed. He said very unbearably, "Before taking the elixir, I need to take out your damaged bones. It's very painful, so please bear with it."

"Just do it, I don't care." Zhou Yun Sheng waved his hand.

Zong Yi hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the blackened and broken bones from his disciple's body one by one. If these impurities were not removed, the disciple would be in more pain after taking the elixir.

"Fortunately, the skull was not injured." Zhou Yun Sheng joked happily.

Zong Yi leaned over and kissed his pale lips, inserted her tongue into his mouth, and passed a pill through it. Without the spiritual power to wrap it up, the pill immediately turned into liquid and flowed into his throat, bringing out a stream of hot air.

"Don't be afraid, Master is here. Master will definitely not let anything happen to you." Zong Yi hugged his disciple who was groaning in pain and gently wiped away the cold sweat that kept coming out of his forehead.

Zhou Yun Sheng was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word, and even his consciousness was blurred. This pain not only existed in his body, but also in his soul. It was like being immersed in a pool of sulfuric acid, or falling into rolling lava.

Burned by the fire of hell.

"Don't be afraid, disciple, it will be over soon." Zong Yi was heartbroken and kept kissing his disciple's tear-stained eyelashes. The severe pain was transmitted through his disciple's cold skin, almost making him unbearable.

After suffering a whole night, Zhou Yun Sheng woke up in Zong Yi's warm and spacious arms the next day, raised his arms, kicked his legs, and then rolled over and sat up.

"I'm fine, I can walk!" He shook Zong Yi vigorously.

Cultivation in the Mahayana stage does not require sleep at all. Zong Yi had already withdrawn from trance the moment his disciple woke up, touched his head and said softly, "Master, I will help you test your spiritual roots first, and wait for you to draw in the Qi."

I'll help you choose a suitable technique after you practice it." He has collected many top-level techniques, so that no matter what kind of spiritual root his disciple has, he can choose the right one.

Zhou Yun Sheng smiled and nodded. After breakfast, he went to the side hall for the test.

Zong Yi handed him a transparent crystal and said, "You don't need to do anything, just hold it in the palm of your hand."

Zhou Yun Sheng held the crystal and waited. After a few breaths, the crystal emitted a circle of gray aura, and a cloud-like gas gathered in the center of the stone, slowly spreading to the entire stone surface.

"What kind of spiritual root is this?" If Fang Xinghai's memory is correct, the gray aura does not belong to any kind of spiritual root.

"This is..." Zong Yi, who knew everything, rarely hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "This is the fog spirit root among the mutant spirit roots."

"Wogling root?" Zhou Yun Sheng asked with a glimmer of hope, "Isn't this kind of spiritual root rare?" Tell me now that I have a golden finger too!

"It is indeed very rare. Only one will come out in tens of thousands of years." Zong Yi nodded, seeing the joy on his disciple's face, he couldn't help but touch his head with pity, and added, "So there is no complete technique for you to practice.

.As far as I know, the last practitioner of Wulinggen only reached the golden elixir stage and then died. The technique was created by him and was not very powerful."

Zhou Yun Sheng's raised eyebrows fell down and he spoke calmly, "Does this mean that the Wuling Root is the useless Spiritual Root among the Heavenly Spiritual Roots?"

Zong Yi covered the back of his head with his big palm, pressed his unhappy face into his arms, and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, disciple, there is a teacher here. We can create our own techniques if we don't have them. Although the teacher is a sword,

He cultivates Taoism, but he also knows the methods of Taoism cultivation very well."

Zhou Yun Sheng quickly cheered up and said with a smile, "Okay, let's create our own exercises. I don't have any other strengths, my brain is quite smart, and my understanding is not low."

Seeing that her disciple was so cheerful and confident, Zong Yi felt relieved and couldn't help but kiss the top of his dark hair.

After measuring the spiritual roots, Zhou Yun Sheng began to introduce Qi into his body. After all, it was a body that had been transformed by the Heaven-winning Creation Pill. He had excellent aptitude. In just a quarter of an hour, he had captured a lot of spiritual energy and introduced it into the Dantian along the meridians. However, before the spiritual energy was completely

After precipitation, they rush to escape from the Dantian.

Zhou Yun Sheng tried it a few more times, but it was still like this, as if the spiritual energy was repelling him.

What is going on? Could it be that Heaven does not recognize his own existence? Thinking about this, he sneered. What kind of Heaven is it? It is the Lord God. Of course it will not recognize him as a traitor. It is equivalent to the mist of the waste spiritual root.

The spiritual root is probably its masterpiece as well.

After trying for four hours, Zhou Yun Sheng gave up and opened the door to find his master.

"How come you haven't introduced the Qi into your body yet?" Zong Yi held his disciple's fingertips and explored his Dantian with his spiritual consciousness, his eyes showing surprise. The Heavenly Creation Pill can increase a person's potential to the limit, so it stands to reason

I can't tell you how long it will take for the apprentice to get started.

"Heaven rejects me and refuses to allow spiritual energy to enter my Dantian." Facing his lover, Zhou Yun Sheng felt that there was nothing he could not say.

Zong Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a smile, "It turns out that my disciple is not tolerated by the law of heaven, which is very good." After saying this, he pondered for a moment and took out something from the ring.

Zhou Yun Sheng went over to take a look, and found that it was a strange stone with a transparent outer layer and a dark inner layer that was in the shape of a whirlpool. An extremely frightening suction force faintly came from the heart of the stone, stimulating the surrounding aura, and even more

The light emitted by the luminous pearls placed in the palace was also absorbed and became erratic, drawing wisps of light in the air.

"What is this?" Zhou Yun Sheng asked in surprise.

"This is..." Zong Yi paused suspiciously for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "You don't need to ask any more questions, you just need to know that this stone can absorb everything, even light. Put it in your Tian Dan, and the problem will be solved."

It can even absorb light, isn't it just like a black hole? Zhou Yun Sheng took the stone and took a closer look. The more he looked at it, the more it looked like a miniature black hole, but with a transparent shell on the outside. He glanced at Zong Yi and said tentatively, "

Could it be that you don’t know the origin of this stone?”

Zong Yi looked embarrassed and said nothing.

"Where did you find it?" Zhou Yun Sheng continued to ask.

"From..." After another suspicious pause, Zong Yi said frankly, "I don't know where this stone came from. One day, it suddenly appeared in my ring and absorbed all the treasures in it.

.The teacher thought it was very important and kept it."

Zhou Yun Sheng thought of the black hole that absorbed them in the previous life, and his lover's growing strength, and had to lament his luck. Fortunately, he met his lover, otherwise he would definitely not be able to escape the master god's evil hand.

"My disciple, give me a drop of blood essence. I will refine it and put it in my disciple's belly." Zong Yi took out a small jade bottle.

Zhou Yun Sheng dropped the blood essence into the jade bottle.

Another three months passed, and Zong Yi finally refined the stone and sent it into his disciple's belly using a secret method. This time he practiced again, and the feeling was obviously different from the last time. No matter how much spiritual energy was around, Zhou Yun Sheng could absorb it without any feeling of saturation.

, if Zongyi had not placed several spiritual veins in the hall and set up a concealment formation, the strong spiritual energy whirlpool would have attracted the attention of all parties.

It only took a short month for Zhou Yun Sheng to cross the Qi refining stage and enter the later stage of foundation building. Building foundation at the age of sixteen can be regarded as a young genius, but the prerequisite is that he started practicing at a young age. He started practicing at the age of sixteen and was sixteen

People who have built foundations year after year have never been seen in other worlds, not to mention the vast world.

"Your soul was injured before. Practice this technique first to repair your soul." Zong Yi called his disciple to his seat and handed him a jade slip.

Zhou Yun Sheng input his spiritual power and realized that this was an extremely rare soul refining technique that could refine the soul by absorbing the light of the sun and moon. It was so thoughtful to give him whatever he needed. He climbed onto Zong Yi's lap and hugged him

The waist was silent for a long time.

Zong Yi hugged him quickly, inserted her five fingers into his hair and rubbed it slowly, saying softly, "I really love to act like a coquettish girl, just like in my dream."

The corner of Zhou Yun Sheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he really didn't understand. It was clear that they had so many warm and sweet memories, why did he always remember his most embarrassing side firmly, but couldn't remember his domineering, cool and handsome side?
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