Seeing the desperate gesture of the cold water dragon kicking its feet, the original smile of the woman in plain clothes returned to calmness. She did not make any big movements, and activated the sword technique. The Ziyuan Sword in her hand suddenly shot out like a thunderbolt. And go.
The inner elixir spat out by the cold water dragon also turned from the original dim light to dazzling at this time. He was ready to use all his spiritual power to infuse it into the inner elixir and deliver a fatal blow. It is difficult for ordinary spiritual beasts to cultivate the inner elixir. What comes out is like a treasure and will not be easily sacrificed in front of outsiders.
Because the loss of the inner elixir is equivalent to the complete destruction of one's cultivation. If it hadn't been injured today and one of its tails was cut off, the cold water dragon would not have been so angry that it would have spit out the inner elixir.
A shocking scene appeared! The cold water dragon was activating its spiritual power. The Ziyuan Sword, which was as fast as lightning and moved like thunder, killed it in the blink of an eye. It shot towards the dragon's head. "Pfft," minced meat flew across the entire upper body without a trace of blood. All frozen into ice slag.
"Bang... clatter" After losing his life, Hanshui Jiao's eyes dimmed and lost his spirit, and the body fell into the pool, causing a large splash of water. The woman in plain clothes rolled up the inner elixir of the cold water dragon with a single roll of her spiritual light. The inner elixir that had lost its spiritual power suddenly lost its luster.
Zhao Jiuge's eyes were almost shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He killed the cold water dragon with one sword! This woman's strength was too terrifying. Before Hanshui Jiao could even take action, the bright inner elixir dimmed, like a firework that was dazzling for a short period of time before finally being annihilated.
After the battle, the water level of the water pool had dropped a lot. The surrounding mountains were full of broken walls and ruins. The waterfalls flowing down were completely cut off from the top of the cliff due to the sharp sword light, and the flow was cut off.
Zhao Jiuge stared at the surrounding environment with his mouth open, marveling at the cultivation of the woman in plain clothes. At the same time, he also secretly made up his mind, no matter how long and difficult the road ahead is, I must surpass her! The young man's eyes were firm and his handsome face was full of stubbornness.
After the woman in plain clothes collected the inner elixir with a roll of spiritual light, the woman in pink palace clothes quickly collected the body of the cold water dragon in the pool. The sinews of the cold water dragon can be used to make magic weapons.
"Senior Sister Prajna, you are really lucky to have found a cold water dragon that has refined the inner elixir this time," the woman in pink palace clothes sighed, thinking at the same time that although there is hope that the elixir can be cultivated into the fourth grade now, the hope of cultivating the Nascent Soul is slim. Looking at the senior sister in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh.
"I have been cultivating since I was a child, and I want to pursue the immortal way and live forever in the world. No matter whether I succeed in tempering the elixir this time or whether I advance, I will try every means to improve. Only in this way can I take the road to the future. Farther away," came the cold words of the woman in plain clothes, and only when she talked about cultivation did her words waver.
"Senior Sister Prajna, let's go back to the master's door as soon as possible, lest the spiritual power in the inner elixir of the cold water dragon slowly loses over time." The woman in pink palace clothes thought that the existence of the proud woman in front of her would be generous on the road of cultivating immortals. Brilliant.
And if I cannot cultivate the Nascent Soul, I will only live a few hundred years longer than those ordinary people, and then my body will die and disappear, just like a dream. Maybe a mortal life will not last more than a hundred years, but it will be short and happy, and there is no need to worry about cultivation. You don’t have to be in danger all the time.
Those cultivators seem to have a long life, but they are spending their time in cultivation and cannot appreciate everything in the human world. Thinking of these women in pink palace clothes, I can't help but feel a little uninterested.
The woman in plain clothes nodded slightly, stepped in the air and stood on the yellow dragon boat again. For some reason, she looked at the boy subconsciously, and was a little surprised that there was such a big movement just now. The boy was still standing on the cliff like nothing happened. Looking at the spiritual power fluctuations in the young man's body, he realized that he was an immortal cultivator in the blood-moving realm.
At this time, the young man lost his restraint and shyness, his waist was straight, there was a hint of stubbornness in his calm eyes, and his delicate face was full of determination.
Looking at the young man's perseverance and stubbornness, he didn't know why his mood, which had never fluctuated since he started practicing, became slightly distracted. Then the woman in plain clothes shook her head lightly without thinking too much, and operated the dragon boat to turn into a stream of light and sail into the sky, slowly disappearing into the sky and finally disappearing.
Zhao Jiuge kept looking at the woman in plain clothes in a trance, even after she disappeared, he was still watching, silently reciting Prajna and Luoshui Divine Art in his heart. Slowly he came back to his senses and saw that everything around him had returned to calm. If it weren't for the broken walls and ruins around him, the mess was still there, as if nothing had happened just now.
In the past few days, I have been practicing in the water pool. When the cold water comes into contact with my body, it turns into a trace of cold air and pours into my body. The increase in spiritual power is even more obvious when practicing. Zhao Jiuge has been wondering. It turns out that the water pool is already cold, and there is still something deep in the bottom of the pool. Practice with a cold water dragon. Originally planning to take Xiao Hei back to the valley, Zhao Jiuge changed his mind after being stimulated by the woman in plain clothes today.
He decided to practice in the water pool. Now that the cold water dragon has been killed by the plain-clothed woman named Prajna, there should be no danger in the water pool.
"Xiao Hei, when my cultivation reaches the late stage of the Blood Moving Realm, when I have reached the first level of Sanskrit Holy Body Technique, and I have cultivated a golden-patterned dragon, I will continue my journey. I will leave the mountain as soon as possible to find a sect to become my disciple, and I will cultivate in the future. Now that I'm strong, I still have a lot to do," Zhao Jiuge said complicatedly.
"Jiji..." Xiao Hei changed from his normal state and seemed very quiet when he heard the words. He looked at Zhao Jiuge without blinking with his eyes open, and pulled Zhao Jiuge's sleeves with his little hands. Zhao Jiuge touched Xiao Hei's head, jumped into the pool again, and suddenly felt a cold and heartbreaking pain.
The skills are running and spiritual power emerges. When he went to the water pool to practice, Zhao Jiuge found that the coldness of the water in the cold pool was a little thinner. He thought it might be because the cold water dragon was not there. Spiritual energy and cold energy are mixed together, slowly fused and transformed into spiritual energy as the body flows. With the movement of the Great Zhoutian, it surges to the Dantian and is slowly accumulated bit by bit.
The blood in his body is filled with a light golden color. As the spiritual power condenses, Zhao Jiuge is ready to let the spiritual power pass through the blood and infuse into the limbs, trying to break through the late stage of the blood moving realm.
There are no years in the mountains. Zhao Jiuge has been sitting cross-legged in the cold pool, his breathing gradually short and melodious, but the spiritual power in his body is still running, and the spiritual energy around him is rushing towards Zhao Jiuge. The days passed like this day by day.
More than half a month later, Zhao Jiuge's closed eyes opened, and his eyes flashed. He stood up, looked up to the sky, screamed loudly, and let out a long breath. The blood all over the body is now stained with light golden spiritual power.
Even the limbs of the body that were not stimulated by spiritual energy are now filled with fluctuations of spiritual energy. The skin is constantly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and automatically replenishing it into the body. For half a month, Zhao Jiuge's cultivation level suddenly reached the late stage of Blood Moving Realm!
While I was excited and happy, I couldn't help but think of the method of Sanskrit Holy Body. I decided to go back to the valley to recuperate and consolidate my cultivation. When the time comes, I will return to the cold pool to practice the magic. When the Sanskrit Holy Body has reached the first level, it will be the day to leave the mountain!
On the way back to the valley, Zhao Jiuge unexpectedly discovered that Xiao Hei, who had been cultivating for so many days without caring about him, had already reached the Spiritual Realm. Although he knew that Xiao Hei's mother had reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm, Xiao Hei should also have opened his spiritual wisdom. Although he knows how to practice, he still couldn't help but sigh when this scene really happened in Zhao Jiuge's eyes.
I haven't returned to the valley for more than a month, and everything in the valley has remained the same. When I walked into the valley, I smelled the familiar fragrance. It had been a long time since Xiao Hei's mother fought with the brown bear, but the potholes there and the mountains under the mountains were still there. Traces still remain.
As night fell, Zhao Jiuge, who was in the cave, looked at the sky outside the cave. A waning moon hung in the night. He listened to the chirping of insects around him and enjoyed the mountain breeze at night. He felt peaceful in his heart and thought about what had happened in the past few months. All kinds of things, like a dream.
I don’t know when I thought of my grandpa again, my eyes became wet, and I tried not to let the tears flow out. Finally, I fell asleep and entered the dreamland without knowing it. In my dream, I dreamed of the woman in plain clothes again, and then in the dream of the woman in plain clothes. That noble and cold face.
Zhao Jiuge slept very sweetly this time. He spent a month of practice in meditation, and it was rare for him to calm down and fall asleep. In his sleep, Zhao Jiuge had a delicate and resolute face, and the corners of his eyes were moist, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was smiling. sweet.