The exercises of the two Wulinggen are low-level exercises, and they are not perfect. They have already reached the sky in the early stage of cultivation, and it is impossible to break through. Zhou Yun Sheng gave up the details after a few days.
Then there is the book "The Art of Refining the Body with the Nine Revolutions of Chaos". The cultivation method can be called extravagant. The first transformation is the art of refining skin, which needs to be accompanied by ten thousand years of spiritual marrow, ten thousand years of meat, one of the essence of five elements, and one of ten thousand years of essence. A pair of indestructible skins can be made by soaking in the liquid medicine mixed with the treasures such as the annual explosion of spirit fruit for seven to seventy-nine days.
The second transformation is the art of bone refining, which requires dozens of top-level medicinal pills such as transforming magic pills, bone washing pills, Ningbi pills, Jinhuan pills, etc., until the ordinary bones are refined into immortal bones, not to mention how difficult the process is. Collecting these elixir is a very long process.
The third transformation is to refine the internal organs, the fourth transformation is to refine the eight meridians, the fifth transformation is to refine the spiritual orifices, the sixth transformation is to refine the dantian, the seventh transformation is to refine the purple palace, and the eighth transformation is to refine the dantian. Tempering the Yin God and the ninth turn to tempering the Yang God, each turn needs to be accompanied by extremely precious spiritual herbs or medicinal herbs, otherwise the success will be lost.
However, once you complete the ninth rank, you can have an immortal body, and every part of the body is indestructible and indestructible, and can be turned into a weapon.
After reading the jade slip, Zhou Yun Sheng had no choice but to sigh at Tian Dao's love for the Son of Destiny. With this exercise, not to mention finishing the ninth rank, that is, only cultivating to the seventh rank, in this vast world, it is already the most powerful existence, no matter whether it is four or nine tribulations, six or nine tribulations, or ninety-nine tribulations. Heavy calamities can be easily overcome.
Fortunately, Zong Yi snatched the practice technique, which was considered a great opportunity for Song Yufei. However, it is an opportunity for the protagonist, and it may be a catastrophe in the hands of the cannon fodder. Let's not mention how this practice is against the sky for the time being, these unfamiliar names of medicinal herbs and spirit herbs cannot be found in Haotian World.
Zhou Yun Sheng handed the jade slip back to Zong Yi and sighed, "It's a good practice, but we're afraid we can't find all the spirit pills and spirit grass inside, and it's useless if we take it."
Zong Yi glanced at it briefly, and said indifferently, "Pills can be refined by a teacher, and spiritual herbs can be found by a teacher, from the realm of the gods to the realm of demons, there is no place that a teacher can't go to. There are many, let’s practice the first transformation first. Heaven can’t accommodate our master and apprentice, we can’t say that we can’t reach the Golden Core Stage, and our apprentice will have to go through nine or nine calamities, so this body refining technique is just right to use.”
Zhou Yun Sheng nodded in agreement. He knows too well that Tiandao wants to kill himself, not only in the Jindan period, I am afraid that every breakthrough in the future will be bombarded by nine thunders. Tiandao is also a bully and afraid of hardship. It can't help its lover, so it picks up its own soft persimmon.
And pinch it, sooner or later cut off its hands.
Seeing Disciple's sudden embarrassment, contempt, and sneer, with a rich and lovely expression, Zong Yi's heart was filled with ripples, and he hugged him to his knees and kneaded for a while.
For Zong Yi, the medicines needed for the first turn were not very precious. He took them out of the ring and put them into the broken jade pond. Bai Ruyu was also extremely tenacious, so he led him to the various fog areas in Haotian World to practice.
They first came to the psychedelic fog, and most of the monks who entered here were trapped in the illusion and could not break free, exhausted their spiritual energy and died. The fog here can not only refract light to form a mirage, but also reflect the secrets hidden in the depths of the monks' hearts, causing them to have demons.
They did not die from external causes, but they tortured themselves to death.
Zhou Yun Sheng lingered in the fog for two years, and after seeing countless ghosts and ghosts, did he absorb the spiritual energy in the fog and go elsewhere.
Next, they visited the place of poisonous miasma in the Demon World. This place is shrouded in poisonous mist all the year round. Its toxins can not only corrode the body of the cultivators, but also damage their dantian. What's more, it can also attach to the cultivators' primordial spirit, slowly causing them to die.
"It sounds scary, but as long as you cover your body with a layer of spiritual energy to isolate the poisonous mist, it will be fine. The damage of mist to cultivators is really limited." Zhou Yunsheng said after standing in the poisonous mist for seven, seven, forty-nine days. .
Zong Yi waved his hand, "You have to stand for another seven, seven and forty-nine days."
Zhou Yun Sheng didn't say anything, and he really stood for seven, seven and forty-nine days. On the last day, his face was pale and his lips were purple. When he saw Zong Yi appearing from the mist, he half-knelt on the ground weakly.
Although the surface of his body was covered with a layer of spiritual energy, his skin and robe were still covered with fine water droplets. I don't know when, the mist actually penetrated his defense and invaded his body. The process was so slow and silent that he didn't notice it until the very last moment.
Zong Yi immediately took him into his arms, fed him a clearing emptiness pill, and input his own spiritual power to help him detoxify and eliminate toxins.
"Is it better?" He touched his disciple's cheek lovingly.
"It's much better." Zhou Yun Sheng nodded and laughed softly, "Those poisonous mists can actually be attached to the spiritual energy and absorbed by me. As long as I absorb the spiritual energy, I cannot avoid being hurt by the poisonous mist. However, are there any monks in the world who do not need to absorb the spiritual energy? ? No, so this is the most basic and most powerful method for fog spirit root cultivators - attaching the mist refined by oneself to the aura."
Who said that Wu Linggen is the most useless and weakest spiritual root? When they really understood the horror of fog, they would never think that way again.
Fog is a liquefied gas, and vice versa, a vaporized liquid, which can change form into form, and form form into form. It was born out of thin air and is everywhere in the blink of an eye. Its biggest characteristic is diffusion, invasion, and attachment. It does not seem to be harmful, but it can mix the power of the five elements together to form a very destructive method.
It is actually a substance that can encompass all things. Even if it has no form, it can cause destructive damage to practitioners.
After Zhou Yun Sheng laughed, he took out the jade slip and slowly engraved a few words on it: Mist Dissolving Art. One, mist; two, mist; three, mist.
There are many repetitions of these words, and when they are combined together, they feel like they have no beginning or end. However, Zong Yi swept away with his divine sense and nodded happily, "Very good."
"Can you understand?" Zhou Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows.
Zong Yi opened his wide Taoist robe, wrapped his disciples in his arms, and said slowly, "One, turn the mist into mist, compress the spiritual energy into water mist to form a domain that is unique to you, and you can fight enemies in this domain. Get twice the result with half the effort; second, atomize, turn your body into mist, make your body visible and invisible, you can hide, attack, and escape; third, turn into mist…”
Speaking of this, Zong Yi's eyes brightened and he sighed, "It is to turn all things into fog. If you can cultivate to this level, you can turn tangible things into intangible things with just the lift of your hand. Or a magic weapon, when you touch it, it will instantly turn into mist and dissipate. It is one of the most powerful methods that a teacher has ever seen in his life. Therefore, it is very good for a teacher."
Zhou Yun Sheng nodded while engraving the jade slip. The engraved content was basically the same as Zong Yi's explanation. He was completely immersed in his own comprehension, and he put the jade slip on his forehead and constantly revised and perfected it with his divine sense.
Zong Yi took him out of the demon world, picked a cave dwelling full of spiritual energy, and embraced him in his arms. Three years have passed since the two sat on the toilet.
Three years later, Zhou Yunsheng handed the jade slip engraved with characters to Zong Yi, and said with a smile, "Help me take a look."
After reading it carefully, Zong Yi added the laws of time and space in the chapter on atomization. Once these two laws are combined, the practitioners who practice this method can transform into mist and travel thousands of miles, be with the vast world. When he hides, no one can find his trace, and he can even turn into water vapor and attach to any cultivator's clothes or instruments, traveling to and from any realm unknowingly.
After receiving the jade slip, Zhou Yunsheng pondered for a long time and asked, "Since it can be attached to the cultivator's body, can he invade their Dantian or Zifu with his spiritual energy?" As for what he would do after the invasion, the answer was self-evident.
The more perfect and revised this practice method is, the more unpredictable its power becomes. It doesn't look like a well-known and decent practice method, but more like a magic art.
Zong Yi also noticed this, but he didn't take it seriously. He touched the back of his disciple's head and said, "It's possible, but you still need to confuse the cultivator's mind to succeed. The internal organs are very dangerous behavior, and his primordial spirit can hang you at any time."
Zhou Yun Sheng nodded, but said in his heart: As long as we introduce the poisonous gas that destroys the soul, it is not too dangerous. The fog itself is unpredictable, and the exercises derived from it are naturally incomparable. Once they are cultivated to the extreme, they can instantly kill thousands of monks by releasing a fog that stretches for tens of thousands of miles.
Wuling root is not a waste spirit root, this time it will disappoint Tiandao.
The two visited countless fog realms and perfected their exercises little by little. In the last two years, Zong Yi brought his disciples to the most abundant and most dangerous overseas immortal mountain in the Haotian world to experience.
Because the spiritual energy is too strong, it is compressed into tiny water droplets and suspended in the air. This place is also shrouded in white fog all the year round. It is impossible to see objects from five meters away. Moreover, the turbulent winds and vortexes formed by the agitation of the spiritual energy can make the people above the calamity era. Mighty was involved in it and twisted into pieces.
Therefore, even if the spiritual energy of the overseas immortal mountains is rich, few monks dare to visit.
Zong Yi pointed at the thick white spiritual mist in front of him and said, "Absorb it, as much as you can, and protect the Dharma for you."
Zhou Yun Sheng licked his lips and said hoarsely, "Master, although there is plenty of spiritual energy here, enough for me to absorb, but I still have a faster cultivation method that I want to try."
"What technique?"
"Double cultivation practice." Zhou Yun Sheng stared at his lover with fiery eyes. He has endured for eight years, and it is really not easy. You must know that he has always been a master who has no meat and no love.
Zong Yi fixedly looked at him, his eyes were pitch black.
Seeing his solemn expression and stiff body, Zhou Yun Sheng couldn't help sighing in his heart: The lover in this life is not only a paralyzed face, but also a cultivator who doesn't know how to behave, so it's not easy to climb up and down! Then wait a little longer.
He waved his hand and was about to say that he was joking when he saw Zong Yi handing over a jade slip with a hoarse voice, "This is a double cultivation practice that I have chosen, please remember each method one by one and we will practice again. ."
Zhou Yun Sheng took the jade slip and pressed it against his forehead, the corners of his mouth twitched. The so-called Dharma gates are actually some intercourse postures, which look very wild, very violent, and their shame is beyond the sky.
If he hadn't been prepared long ago, would this person be able to take out the jade slip as soon as he said he wanted to double cultivation? While he was memorizing the method, he watched from the side, obviously he knew it by heart, and he didn't know how many times he had read it! Zhou Yun Sheng glared at Zong Yi, thinking that a dog can't change from eating shit, no matter who this person becomes, he is still that big lecher, but he has changed from being bright to being boring.
Zong Yi was stared at by his wet little eyes and his heart was hot, but his face was even more solemn, and asked, "Do you remember it?"
Zhou Yun Sheng nodded hesitantly, but instead became somewhat passive.
"That's good." Zong Yi set up a magic circle to isolate the outsiders from nuisance, then took off his clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground, beckoning to his disciple, "Come to the teacher's arms."
Zhou Yun Sheng daringly walked over, unfastened his belt a few times, and sat cross-legged in his arms, his legs wrapped around his waist. The two merged into one to run the mana, and soon became immersed in the practice. The surrounding spiritual energy formed a huge vortex and madly poured into the top of the two people's heads, making the fog surrounding the fairy mountain thin.
Two years later, Zong Yi sent his Yuan Yang into his disciple's belly for refining, and he also sucked his disciple's Yuan Yang. For the first time, his stern face showed a contented expression.
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 spring love between his brows. He hung in Zong Yi's strong arms and panted, and when he heard Zong Yi's snoring sound as he exited his body, the hairs all over his body stood up.
Zong Yi put on the Taoist robe for him, and said seriously, "Teacher hurry up to cultivate. After breaking the pills and transforming them into infants, we can use Yuanshen to double cultivation, and the feeling will be very different.
Zhou Yun Sheng stared at him speechlessly. Of course, he knew what it was like to cultivate with the primordial spirit. Just like in the previous life, they used their souls to entangle themselves, and the pleasure was countless times that of the present.
Please don't use such a serious tone to say such shameful things, I have already seen through your evil intentions! He pinched Zong Yi's strong pectoralis major.
Zong Yi took his hand instead, put it on his lips and kissed her, with a doting tone in her voice, "Don't be naughty, disciple, you will miss the Zongmen competition if you double-do it again."
Zongmen Big Competition? Zhou Yun Sheng immediately put on his Taoist robe and looked inside his dantian. The miniature black hole was suspended in the center of his dantian, and the starlight flickered in it from time to time, and the transparent crystal shell on the outer layer turned pale gold, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.
"What level am I now? Jindan?" He asked in confusion.
Zong Yi penetrated into his body, and when he saw the golden stone, he was silent.
While thinking about it, dark clouds suddenly gathered above the head, and the rumbling thunder rolled over from the sky, so there was no doubt that it was a golden pill.
The dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the lightning is like a dragon traveling through the clouds. Judging from the momentum, it is actually a ninety-nine calamity.
Zhou Yun Sheng sneered, "It seems that the Dao of Heaven can't tolerate us. Master, you need to step back to avoid being affected." Over the years, he has been refining his soul and body while perfecting his exercises. If the technique is practiced to the sixth rank, it should be no problem to withstand the thunder tribulation.
Zong Yi silently withdrew from the area shrouded in the robbery cloud. If Tiandao senses his existence, there will be another ninety-nine calamities after the ninety-nine tribulations, which would be bad.
Zhou Yunsheng had also experienced the world of immortal cultivation and knew what it was like to carry a thunderstorm, but this time it was more difficult than ever. His body surface was blackened layer by layer. If he hadn't practiced the technique of body refining, he would have died by now. The stones in his dantian kept vibrating, sucking Lei Jie into his inner organs, making him almost explode.
This thing is usually easy to use, but I didn't expect it to be so tricky when transcending tribulation. Zhou Yun Sheng couldn't help it, he could only hold on, and when he had his last breath left, nine thousand nine hundred and eighty-one thunder tribulations finally fell.
Looking inside the dantian, the outer shell covering the black vortex became more and more golden, and there was a faint purple electric light cruising on it. The black vortex can absorb the power of spiritual energy and the five elements, and naturally it can also absorb the power of thunder and lightning.
Zhou Yun Sheng smiled in satisfaction and stepped out of the charred ground.
Zong Yi stretched out his arms to hug him, looked up at the sky, and saw Sen Ran killing intent in his eyes.
Elder Taishang has never stepped out of the Wuji Immortal Sect in four hundred years, but this time he took his disciples to travel for ten years. In the past ten years, two Taishang elders in the Mahayana period have fallen because of the failure to cross the calamity, causing the hearts of Wuji Xianzong to float.
Will Elder Taishang come back? He practiced the Heaven-shattering Sword Dao, could it be that he has also fallen? The sect disciples talked a lot, and they all hoped that the elder Taishang would be safe and sound. If the Supreme Elder falls, Wuji Immortal Sect will definitely lose the status of the first sect, and even worse, it will be suppressed and besieged by several other major sects.
However, Song Yufei and Mo Yu did not want Elder Taishang to return at all. In the past ten years, they have been very unhappy. Mo Yu couldn't get rid of the control of his inner demon, and his cultivation base couldn't make an inch. Song Yufei was isolated by the same family, and even Lei Yuanfeng's brothers and sisters avoided him like snakes and scorpions.
Whenever he took on the sect task of teamwork, other team members would always force him to quit for various reasons. No one wants to cooperate with a person who can kill him for the sake of profit. They are worried that he will die like Fang Wenguang.
Song Yufei couldn't, so he could only try his best to work with Lei Yuanfeng's brothers and sisters. But although they would not reject him outright, they would try to stay away from him and exclude him. After a few times, Song Yufei felt boring, so he went out to practice alone. Fortunately, there was a mysterious fairy in the jade ring, which was safe and sound. He also had extensive knowledge and extraordinary eyesight. He helped him find a few hidden caves, and obtained a few treasures and a Taoist method. Inheritance, strength grows by leaps and bounds.
By the time of the Zongmen Grand Competition, he was already at the late stage of Jindan's cultivation, and he was considered a leader among the disciples of the same session.
The real person Chixiao stood on the Qiongtai and encouraged the disciples. Under the stage, Zou Yiming asked in a low voice, "Do you think the elder Taishang and Fang Xinghai will come back? Didn't he sign the life and death certificate with the junior sister? Blade you and me."
"I'm afraid I'm already dead outside." When he said this, Mo Yu's expression was very gloomy.
Song Yufei smiled and waved his hand, "The world is unpredictable, maybe I'll be back in the next moment."
His words really came true. I saw a black sword light galloping from the horizon, directly penetrating the defense formation of the sect, and stopped in the sky above the martial arts field. The elder Taishang and his disciples volleyed down.
The two of them were wearing the exact same black mysterious robes and the same white jade hairpins on their heads. Only one was tall, the other was thin, the other had a handsome face and the other had a feminine and demonic face. Appears to be very harmonious.
Immortal Chixiao immediately ended the lecture and led everyone to the ceremony.
Zong Yi said lightly, "Has the competition started?"
"It's been a few days. Yesterday's foundation-building stage disciples' competition has ended, and today is the Jindan stage's competition." Master Chixiao secretly investigated Fang Xinghai's cultivation, but he couldn't sense any breath at all.
"So, let's get started." Zong Yi walked towards the main seat, and habitually stretched his arms, trying to place his disciples on his knees.
Zhou Yun Sheng gave him a warning look and stood behind him spontaneously.
Mo Yu raised his head and stared at Fang Xinghai, his eyes full of killing intent. Zou Yiming exhaled a breath of air from his nose, and the other party Xinghai was extremely disdainful.
Song Yufei looked at the two on the stage without a trace, and asked in his heart, "What is Fang Xinghai's cultivation base now?"
The woman swept away with her divine sense and smiled slowly, "It's just the initial stage of Jindan, it's definitely not your opponent."
Zong Yi noticed that the woman's consciousness touched his disciple, and his face became gloomy. He stared at it, and a black aura penetrated the jade ring along his line of sight, hitting the woman's chest, making her almost lose her voice, and a cold voice exploded in the woman's mind, "He Fangxiao dares to Spying on my disciple, if there is another time, it will make your soul fly away."
With just one glance, she can inflict heavy damage on herself. For the first time, the woman truly realized the horror of Dingguang Zhenren. The cultivators who practiced the Heaven-shattering Sword Dao really are the existences that defy the sky, and the Immortal Emperors and Immortal Venerables with eyes higher than the top of the Immortal Realm should really come to Haotian World to have a look.
The woman restrained her consciousness, endured the pain, and silently escaped into the attic, and deployed layers of defense formations.
Song Yufei didn't know what happened to the woman, so when he got the answer he wanted, he didn't ask anymore, and easily watched other people's fights.
On the stage, Zong Yi summoned the real person Chixiao to his side, pointed to his disciple and said, "Change Mo Yu, Zou Yiming, Song Yufei's opponents to Xing'er. Did you forget the vow ten years ago?"
"Don't dare or forget. Just ask the elder Taishang again, if they accidentally hurt the disciple, what should they do?"
"What's not to be dealt with, it's still the old saying, if I die, then my skills are inferior to others, and I have nothing to do with others, and vice versa." Zhou Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Zong Yi grabbed his wrist and scolded him severely, "How many times have I told you, don't always put the word 'death' on your lips!" He always felt terrified and panicked when he heard it.
Zhou Yun Sheng's gloomy face immediately showed a soft color, and he obeyed the promise, "Don't say it again, this is the last time."
Only then did Zong Yi ease his expression and look at Master Chixiao, "You can arrange it. Zongmen is more fair than Dou Su, and I will never interfere."
The elder Taishang has a straightforward personality, and he will not fail to speak if he does not intervene. The real person Chixiao put down his high-hanging heart and ordered someone to change the number of games.
Mo Yu and Zou Yiming were eager to try, and their thoughts of killing surged. Song Yufei was a little distressed. He wanted to kill Fang Xinghai, but he was afraid of offending the elder Taishang. It was a question of whether to kill him in half or seven.