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At this point, Zong Yi's eyes brightened slightly, and he sighed, "It means turning all things into mist. If you can practice to this point, you can turn tangible things into intangible things with just a raise of your hands. As long as the cultivation level is lower than yours,

Or a magic weapon, when you touch it, it will instantly turn into mist and dissipate. It is one of the most powerful magic methods that I have ever seen in my life. That’s why I said it is very good."

Zhou Yun Sheng nodded while carving the jade slip. The recorded content was basically consistent with Zong Yi's explanation. He was completely immersed in his own understanding, holding the jade slip against his forehead and constantly revising and perfecting it with his spiritual consciousness.

Zong Yi took him out of the demon world, chose a cave full of spiritual energy, hugged him in his arms and fell into meditation. Three years passed since the two of them sat down.

Three years later, Zhou Yun Sheng handed the jade slip engraved with characters to Zong Yi and said with a smile, "Help me take a look."

Zongyi read it carefully and added the laws of time and space to the chapter on mist. Once these two laws are integrated, the practitioner who practices this technique can transform into mist and travel thousands of miles, coexisting with the vast world. When he hides

When he gets up, no one can find his traces. He can even turn into water vapor and attach to any cultivator's clothes or magical instruments, and he can travel to any place without anyone noticing.

After Zhou Yun Sheng took the jade slip, he thought for a long time and asked, "Since it can be attached to the body surface of cultivators, can it be used to invade their Dantian or Zifu with the spiritual energy?" As for what will be done after the invasion, the answer is self-evident.

The more this technique is perfected and revised, the more mysterious and unpredictable its power becomes. It doesn't look like a famous and upright technique, but more like a magic technique.

Zong Yi also noticed this, but didn't take it seriously. He touched the back of his disciple's head and said, "Of course it's possible, but you need to confuse the cultivator's mind to succeed. But you have to know that you can enter a powerful person at will.

It is a very dangerous behavior to act internally, and his soul can strangle you at any time."

Zhou Yun Sheng nodded, but said in his heart: It is not that dangerous just to introduce the poisonous gas that destroys people's soul. The mist itself is unpredictable, and the techniques derived from it are naturally very strange. Once you practice to the extreme,

Emitting a fog that stretches tens of thousands of miles can instantly kill thousands of monks.

The Wuling Root is not a useless spiritual root. This time it will disappoint Tiandao.

The two visited countless mist realms and perfected the technique bit by bit. In the last two years, Zong Yi took his disciple to the overseas fairy mountain with the most spiritual energy and the most dangerous power in Haotian World to practice.

Because the aura is too strong and compressed into tiny water droplets suspended in the air, this place is also shrouded in white mist all year round. It is impossible to see anything from five meters away. There are also strong winds and whirlpools formed by the agitation of the aura, which can destroy people above the tribulation stage.

The mighty force was caught in it and torn to pieces.

Therefore, no matter how rich the aura of overseas fairy mountains is, few monks dare to visit them.

Zong Yi pointed at the thick white spiritual mist in front of him and said, "Absorb it, as much as you can, and I will protect you as a master."

Zhou Yun Sheng licked his lips and said hoarsely, "Master, although the spiritual energy here is abundant and enough for me to absorb, I still have a faster cultivation technique that I want to try."

"What technique?"

"Double Cultivation Technique." Zhou Yun Sheng stared at his lover with burning eyes. He has endured it for eight years, and it is really not easy. You must know that he has always been a master who is willing to indulge in all kinds of things.

Zong Yi looked at him steadily, his eyes dark.

Zhou Yun Sheng saw his serious expression and stiff body, as if he couldn't accept the virtues of master and disciple. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: His lover in this life is not only facially paralyzed, but also a cultivator who doesn't know the style. It's not easy to win! Then...

Just wait a little longer.

He waved his hand, and was about to say that he was joking, but he saw Zong Yi handing over a jade slip, with a hoarse voice, "This is a dual cultivation method that I chose. Please remember each method one by one before we practice.

.”

Zhou Yun Sheng took the jade slip and put it against his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The so-called skills were actually some sexual intercourse postures, which looked very wild and obscene, and his level of shame was simply beyond the sky.

If he hadn't been prepared, would this person have taken out the jade slips as soon as he said he wanted to practice dual cultivation? He was watching from the side while he was memorizing the method. He was obviously familiar with it, and he didn't know how many times he had read it! Zhou Yun Sheng

He glared at Zong Yi fiercely, thinking that indeed a dog cannot change its habit of eating shit. No matter who this person becomes, he will still be that big pervert, but he has just changed from a bright coquettish one to a dull coquettish one.

Zong Yi's wet little eyes made his heart feel hot, but his face became more solemn and he asked, "Have you remembered it well?"

Zhou Yun Sheng nodded hesitantly, but became a little passive.

"That's good." Zong Yi set up a magic circle to isolate the disturbance from outsiders, then took off his clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground, waving to his disciple, "Come to my master's arms."

Zhou Yun Sheng bravely walked over and untied his clothes several times before untying them. He sat cross-legged in his arms facing each other, with his legs wrapped around his waist. The two of them worked together as one to circulate their magic power, and soon they were immersed in the practice.

, the surrounding spiritual energy formed a huge vortex and poured crazily into the heads of the two people, making the mist surrounding the fairy mountain become thinner.

Two years later, Zong Yi sent his Yuanyang into his disciple's belly for refining, and he also sucked in his disciple's Yuanyang, his stern face showing an expression of satisfaction for the first time.

Zhou Yun Sheng woke up from the pleasure that lasted for two years, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were wet, and there was a hint of arousal in his eyebrows. He hung on Zong Yi's strong arms and gasped, and heard Zong Yi's voice when he withdrew from his body.

There was a puffing sound, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Zong Yi put on the Taoist robe for him and spoke seriously, "Disciple, hurry up and practice. When the broken pill transforms into an infant, we can use both soul and soul to practice. The feeling will be very different, and the progress will be rapid."

Zhou Yun Sheng stared at him speechlessly. Of course he knew what it felt like to use both soul and soul to cultivate. Just like in the previous life, they directly used their souls and bodies to intertwin each other. The pleasure was countless times greater than now.

Please don't say such shameful things in such a serious tone. I have seen through your evil intentions a long time ago! He squeezed Zongyi's strong pecs.

Zong Yi held his hand instead, put it to her lips and kissed it, her tone full of endearment, "Disciple, please don't be naughty, or you will miss the sect competition if you practice double cultivation again."

The sect competition? Zhou Yun Sheng immediately put on his Taoist robe and looked inside his dantian. A miniature black hole was suspended in the center of his dantian, with stars twinkling from time to time inside. The outer transparent crystal shell turned into pale gold, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.

"What level am I at now? Golden elixir?" he asked in confusion.

Zongyi probed into his body and fell silent when he saw the golden stone.

While I was thinking about it, dark clouds suddenly gathered above my head, and rumbling thunder rolled over from the sky. This was undoubtedly the golden elixir.

The dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the lightning is like a dragon flying through the clouds. Judging from the momentum, it turns out to be a nine-nine-fold calamity.

Zhou Yun Sheng sneered, "It seems that the heavens cannot tolerate us. Master, please retreat quickly to avoid being affected." Over the years, while perfecting his skills, he has also been refining his soul and body. His soul power has been restored to half, and his body has been restored.

If you practice the technique to the sixth level, you should have no problem surviving the thunder tribulation.

Zong Yi silently withdrew from the area covered by the calamity cloud. If Heaven senses his presence, there will definitely be another ninety-ninth calamity after the ninety-ninth calamity, which would be bad.

Zhou Yun Sheng had also experienced the world of cultivating immortals and knew what it was like to withstand a thunderstorm. However, this time it was more difficult than ever before. The surface of his body was burnt black layer after layer. If he had not practiced the art of body refining, he would have been dead at this moment.

The path of death disappeared. The stone in his Dantian kept vibrating, sucking the thunder into his internal organs, and even made him almost explode.

This thing is usually easy to use, but I didn’t expect it to be so deceptive during the tribulation. Zhou Yun Sheng had no choice but to hold on. When he had his last breath, all the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations finally fell, and the crazy influx of souls

His body, which was almost on the verge of death, was restored to its original state.

Looking inside the dantian, the shell surrounding the black vortex becomes more and more dazzling with golden light, and there is faint purple electric light swimming on it. The black vortex can absorb spiritual energy and the power of the five elements, and naturally can also absorb the power of thunder and lightning. If used in the Mist Transformation Art, the power will be

It can be greatly improved, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Zhou Yun Sheng smiled with satisfaction and stepped out of the charred land.

Zong Yi stretched out her arms to hug him, and looked up at the sky, with a murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

The Supreme Elder has never stepped out of the Wuji Immortal Sect in four hundred years, but this time he took his disciples on a trip for ten years. In these ten years, two Supreme Elders in the Mahayana period died due to the failure of overcoming the tribulation.

His death caused the Wuji Immortal Sect’s heart to wander.

Will the Supreme Elder come back? He practices the Heaven-breaking Sword Dao, could it be that he has also fallen? The disciples of the sect are talking about it, and they all hope that the Supreme Elder is safe and sound. If the Supreme Elder falls, Wuji Immortal Sect will surely

It will lose its status as the number one sect, and even worse, it will be suppressed and besieged by other major sects.

However, Song Yufei and Mo Yu had no hope at all that the Supreme Elder would return. In the past ten years, they had lived a very unsatisfactory life. Mo Yu could not get rid of the control of his inner demons and could not improve his cultivation. Song Yufei was isolated by his fellow sect, and even Lei Yuanfeng

All his fellow apprentices also avoided him like a snake or a scorpion.

Whenever he takes on a sect task that requires teamwork, other team members will always force him to quit for various reasons. No one wants to cooperate with someone who can harm the entire sect for profit. They are worried about dying like Fang Wenguang.

Not sure.

Song Yufei had no choice but to go on missions with Lei Yuanfeng's senior brothers as much as possible. But although they would not reject him explicitly, they would try to stay away from him and exclude him. After a few times, Song Yufei felt that it was boring, so he went out to practice alone.

, Fortunately, there is a mysterious immortal in the jade ring who protects him, safe and sound. He also has extensive knowledge and extraordinary eyesight. He helped him find several hidden caves, obtained several valuable treasures and a Taoist inheritance, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds.

By the time of the sect competition, he was already at the late stage of Jindan cultivation and was considered the leader among the disciples of the same class.

Master Chixiao stood on the stage to encourage the disciples. Under the stage, Zou Yiming asked in a low voice, "Do you think the Supreme Elder and Fang Xinghai will come back? Didn't he sign a life-and-death certificate with his junior sister at the beginning? He also said he wanted hands.

Blade you and me."

"I'm afraid he has died outside." When he said this, Mo Yu's expression was very cold.

Song Yufei smiled and waved his hand, "Everything in the world is unpredictable. You might be back in the next moment."

His words came true, as a black sword light was seen galloping from the horizon, directly penetrating the sect's defensive formation, and stopped above the martial arts field. The Supreme Elder and his disciples stepped down in the air.

The two wore identical black mysterious robes and identical white jade hairpins. One was tall, the other was thin, one had a handsome face, and the other had a feminine and enchanting face. Although their temperaments were very different, they stood together.

It seems extremely harmonious and harmonious.

Master Chixiao immediately ended his lecture and led everyone to the ceremony.

Zong Yi said calmly, "Has the competition started?"

"It's been a few days. Yesterday's competition for foundation-building disciples has ended. Today is the competition for golden elixir disciples." Master Chixiao secretly checked Fang Xinghai's cultivation level, but he couldn't sense a breath at all.

"That's it, let's get started." Zong Yi walked towards the main seat, stretched his arms out of habit, and wanted to hold his disciple on his knees.

Zhou Yun Sheng gave him a warning look and spontaneously stood behind him.

Mo Yu raised his head and stared at Fang Xinghai, his eyes full of killing intent. Zou Yiming blew out a puff of air from his nose, Fang Xinghai was extremely disdainful.

Song Yufei looked at the two people on the stage without leaving any trace, and asked in his heart, "What is Fang Xinghai's current cultivation level?"

The woman swept it away with her spiritual consciousness and smiled slowly, "It's just the early stage of the golden elixir. I will never be your match."

Zong Yi noticed that the woman's spiritual consciousness had touched his disciple, and his face became cold. He looked intently, and a black spiritual light penetrated the jade ring along his line of sight, hitting the woman's chest, making her almost cry out in pain.

, and a cold voice rang out in the woman's mind, "You dare to spy on my disciple, Fang Xiaoxiao. If you do it again, you will definitely be driven out of your mind."

Just one glance can severely injure herself. For the first time, the woman truly realizes the horror of Zhenren Dingguang. Practitioners who practice the Heaven-Breaking Sword Dao are indeed heaven-defying existences. Those late emperors and immortals in the immortal world who have eyes above their heads are really

It’s time to come and see Haotian World.

The woman gathered her consciousness, endured the pain, quietly escaped into the attic, and laid out layers of defensive formations.
Chapter completed!