When Ye Xiuwen used up the last of his spiritual power to throw Jun Xiaomo up, he actually didn't think too much.
There was only one thought in his mind, that is, he could not let Jun Xiaomo fall with him.
The wind was rustling in the ears, and the abyss above the head was rapidly moving away. Jun Xiaomo's heartbreaking shout came from the distance - "Senior Brother!!!"
Ye Xiuwen tried to pull the corners of his lips, but in the end they pursed into a straight line.
The little junior sister will be sad for a while this time, just like last time she thought "Little Tuanzi" was dead.
Maybe this stubborn little junior sister will cry again? But he could no longer comfort the other party.
With such regret, Ye Xiuwen closed his eyes, and the gap above his head that turned into a white line finally completely disappeared from his eyes.
…
I don't know how long it took, but Ye Xiuwen woke up. He woke up with bursts of tearing pain in his body.
… not dead
Ye Xiuwen looked up and found that the crack above his head could no longer be seen - this only meant that he was far, far away from Jun Xiaomo, so far away that he could not see where Jun Xiaomo was.
A feeling of disappointment arose in my heart, but there was also a sense of joy.
I'm glad I'm not dead, I'm glad I still have hope of going back. Ye Xiuwen knew very well that with Jun Xiaomo's temperament, if something happened to her this time, she might not be able to adjust for a long time, and she might even do some extreme things.
For example, jump down and find yourself...
I have to say that Ye Xiuwen knew Jun Xiaomo quite well. If Jun and his wife hadn't arrived in time, Jun Xiaomo might have actually jumped.
Ye Xiuwen sighed softly, collected all his thoughts, and began to observe the surrounding environment.
… net
Only then did Ye Xiuwen realize that he was lying on a huge net. There were some dark shadows on the net, and he couldn't tell what they were.
The elasticity of this net is very good, which is why Ye Xiuwen was not thrown to death.
Ye Xiuwen struggled to sit up, pursed his lips, and began to crawl to the side of the net... Along the way, he encountered those black bones, not only human bones, but also the bones of spiritual animals.
This net looks more like a Shura field, or a hunting ground.
Ye Xiuwen's heart was raised high, he released his consciousness vigilantly, and his whole body was tense and ready to fight at any time.
However, until he touched the edge of the net, he encountered no unexpected situation.
Ye Xiuwen breathed a sigh of relief, climbed out of the web, and stood on solid ground. This place is still the depths of the abyss of death. No light can penetrate from above, and it is surrounded by depressing darkness.
"Well..." Ye Xiuwen snorted and covered his heart.
He was about to break through the level barrier before, but then a series of things broke this process. Now the activity of spiritual energy in his body has finally reached its peak. If he doesn't find a place to stabilize his cultivation and break through the barrier, he will probably explode. The body died.
At this time, it was too late to carefully search for a suitable place. Ye Xiuwen thought for a while and simply sat on the floor. He took out several formation diagrams from the storage ring and spread them beside him. After activating the formation diagram, he closed his eyes and started. Get up and meditate.
Although this move is dangerous, under the emergency situation, he cannot be tolerated to continue delaying.
The defensive formation emitted a faint blue light in the depths of the dark abyss of death. Ye Xiuwen's heart was beating wildly at first, but when he began to meditate, he gradually calmed down.
Ye Xiuwen entered a mysterious realm. He could "see" the spiritual energy running around in his body being gradually smoothed out, along the meridians on his body, and slowly entering the Dantian.
The Dantian was originally a foggy nothingness, and all the spiritual energy was evenly distributed throughout the Dantian, like friendly neighbors living in peace and harmony.
Ye Xiuwen guided the spiritual energy to circulate in his body for two weeks, until the spiritual energy in his Dantian and meridians completely calmed down and could flow with his thoughts.
At this time, Ye Xiuwen could feel obvious swelling and pain in his meridians and Dantian.
This is a sign that the spiritual energy in his body slightly exceeds the endurance of his meridians and Dantian. It is also a sign that Ye Xiuwen can break through the barrier of the twelfth level of Qi training and hit the foundation building stage.
With a thought in his mind, Ye Xiuwen slowly guided the excess spiritual energy in his meridians to flow into his dantian.
The spiritual energy in the Dantian trembled slightly under the infusion of new spiritual energy. Slowly, the misty white began to become rich and clear.
While Ye Xiuwen compressed the spiritual energy in his meridians into his dantian, the spiritual energy from the outside began to slowly replenish his meridians, keeping his meridians in a state of fullness and swelling and pain forever. The white mist began to slowly rotate in the same direction...
I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour, or maybe several days, Ye Xiuwen only felt a strong sense of turmoil coming from his dantian, and then there was a "boom", as if something inside exploded. His mind went blank, and the spiritual energy around him began to rush toward his Dantian and meridians crazily.
Different from before, at this time, Ye Xiuwen could no longer feel the swelling and pain of his Dantian and meridians being filled. Instead, he had a strong desire to absorb spiritual energy, as if his Dantian and meridians were suddenly expanded countless times. .
However, this was not Ye Xiuwen's illusion. With this outbreak, he finally successfully reached the foundation building stage, and the Dantian, meridians, and even bones and blood in his body underwent qualitative changes.
If Ye Xiuwen's dantian and meridians were just a lake and a few creeks before, now Ye Xiuwen's meridians and dantian are like rivers and oceans. The amount of spiritual energy that can be contained in them is by no means comparable to that of a Qi-training level monk.
After Ye Xiuwen calmed down, he looked inside the Dantian and meridians and found that there was a small liquid vortex spinning spontaneously in the Dantian. All the spiritual energy slowly gathered into this small vortex, and then slowly The earth was set free.
This is the difference between monks at the foundation building stage and Qi training level monks. When the monks reach the golden elixir stage from the foundation building stage, this small vortex will undergo further compression and change, and eventually form a solid, round golden elixir. Dan.
However, according to the book, the color of the small vortex in the foundation building period is generally related to the monk's spiritual root type. The wood type is green, the thunder type is purple, the fire type is red, the earth type is brown, and the water type is brown. It's blue... and Ye Xiuwen has wind spirit root. Logically speaking, it should be a translucent color, like a clear river.
However, the small vortex in Ye Xiuwen's dantian exuded a faint golden color.
gold? Why gold
A flash of confusion flashed through Ye Xiuwen's heart.
At this moment, an angry shout interrupted his thoughts: "You kid! You actually dare to absorb all the golden aura of this deity. How brave you are!!!"
Ye Xiuwen opened his eyes suddenly and saw a black shadow rushing towards him quickly. He instantly took out his frost sword from the storage ring and swung it quickly in the direction of the black shadow. The sword energy, much more powerful than before, struck straight in the direction of the black shadow.
"Tsk, tsk, that's not a bad reaction." In the darkness, Ye Xiuwen couldn't see clearly the other person's appearance, but he thought the voice sounded very old.
This reminded him of Mr. Chi, but it was obvious that Mr. Chi was rushing to the clan with his fresh disciples and his own descendants, and he would definitely not appear here.
Ye Xiuwen fought hundreds of moves with the opponent. At first, for the sake of caution, he always focused on defense. Later, he gradually switched from defense to active offense.
This was not because the other party was at a disadvantage. On the contrary, Ye Xiuwen could feel that the other party was very powerful, and it was definitely not comparable to him, a monk who had just entered the foundation building stage.
But he didn't detect murderous intent from the opponent. Although the initial roar was indeed very bluffing, after dozens of moves, Ye Xiuwen felt that the opponent seemed to be correcting his offensive and defensive methods.
Ye Xiuwen was originally a person with high talent in cultivation, otherwise he would not have been appointed as an implicit disciple by Hanjian Sect at a young age. Now, the master seemed to be willing to teach him, so Ye Xiuwen naturally studied with a serious attitude.
Gradually, he felt that he had gained a new understanding of swordsmanship.
"Yeah, yeah, not bad, it's you." After a few hundred moves, the expert who couldn't see his appearance suddenly said to Ye Xiuwen.
just me? Just me
A flash of confusion flashed through Ye Xiuwen's heart, and in the next second, he felt a pain in his neck, and he fainted.
When he woke up again, Ye Xiuwen found that the environment around him had changed. It was no longer the dark underground of the abyss of death. Instead, he was in a room full of medicinal fragrance. This room was full of sunshine and bright. And make people feel happy.
Could it be that he was rescued by an expert and returned to the ground
As soon as this thought arose, he could no longer suppress it. He hurriedly sat up and got out of bed, planning to open the door and take a look at the scene outside.
"Drink! You baby, why are you running down here in such a hurry? Do you know that this bed of mine is a good thing, and I still feel bad for you occupying it!"
An old voice echoed in the room. Ye Xiuwen was about to find the source of the voice when he saw an old man walking in from the door.
When the old man saw him getting out of bed, he couldn't help but glared at him angrily.
Ye Xiuwen didn't understand the current situation at all.
"Excuse me...did this senior save me?" Ye Xiuwen asked politely with his hands raised.
"Hmph! Do you think I am such a kind person?" The old man raised his white eyebrows and asked Ye Xiuwen sideways.
Ye Xiuwen stopped talking because he really didn't know how to reply to the old man.
"This doll of yours is really boring, not as interesting as the female doll in your memory." The old man said in disgust, stroking his beard.
"Did you read my memory?" Ye Xiuwen frowned.
"Why, can't you? Before I accept a disciple, I have to find out the person's character, right?" The old man glared at Ye Xiuwen again.
Ye Xiuwen: "..."
Take on a disciple