The purple smoked dragon is the manifestation of the true essence that impacts the purple mansion; the mysterious meaning of the sky is the meaning of the fire under the heavenly way and the monk of the fire.
If the Yanlong can win, then the purple mansion will be opened and the foundation will be built. The little consistent fire will also merge with the monks, making the monks reborn; if the Yanlong loses, the foundation will fail. It is difficult to determine the consequences at that time...
The cultivators gathered their eyesight and held their breath together, looking at the purple smoke dragon.
But when they saw it clearly, they all changed color again.
Among the purple smoky dragons, black spots are messy and clothed, although there are not many, but they are all over it.
This is clearly the impurity contained in the true essence, and went to the Purple Mansion with the true essence!
As we all know, people with miscellaneous roots will suffer from impurities depending on how excellent your talents and comprehension are. Even though most of the aura that enters the body through the miscellaneous spiritual roots belongs to the same primary spiritual root, some of those secondary spiritual roots must be brought in more or less, and will gather in the body all year round.
At the same time, many monks will take pills to encourage them to enter the territory and replenish their cultivation. There are also impurities in the spirit pill. Unless there is a high-grade pill, the impurity is very small and can be excreted from the body with the breath. If the other middle-grade and low-grade pill are used too much, the impurities in the inside will also accumulate, which is the same. A spiritual meeting, transformed into that kind of black particles, densely covered in the true essence.
Looking at the smoked dragon in this Cheng Kishi Zhenyuan now, the black particles are like pits, and the grains are distinct, and they have obviously been deposited for many years. He dared to attack the Purple Mansion at this time, he was really not afraid of death!
But also because of this, all the monks were aware of it.
This Cheng An, I am afraid that the foundation cannot be successfully built...
Xu Ziqing is a bit worried on her face, and she is also a fellow of the same way. Seeing that he can't build the foundation, I only hope that he will not be in danger of life.
It is a pity that the sky does not fulfill the wishes of the people, under the heavenly way, the threshold of cultivating immortals, stuck firmly to the death, severe and ruthless!
Everyone saw Yanlong rushing forward quickly, but in the mysterious meaning of the sky, a group of fire was suddenly spit out!
The color of the fire was white, like curd, but the momentum was so great that when you touched the smoke dragon, it was as if the flames were stained with kerosene, and they climbed up in an instant and continued to spread!
In the blink of an eye, the milky white flames wrapped the entire smoke dragon and turned it into a white fire dragon, which is really beautiful!
But all the monks present could not help turning pale.
What they saw was not good-looking, but terrible!
At this moment, there was a scream in the cave.
"what-"
This scream was extremely sharp, and the fire dragon in the sky gradually shrank. It turned out that the smoke dragon was swallowed by the fire, and it was almost burning out!
The smoke dragon finally dissipated in the air, and at the same time, the cry gradually died down, and no one's voice came from the cave...
The soul is gone.
Cheng An’s foundation building failed!
There is no more suspense, Xu Ziqing and the monks are slightly sad.
This Cheng An was the first of all monks to build the foundation. The reason why many people came to see it was not only to take the opportunity to gain insights and increase experience, but also to have a sense of observation and hope for its success, and to add a little more to yourself. confidence.
Unfortunately, Cheng An failed.
He was defeated by his excessive pride. Isn't this a wake-up call for everyone
Don't be overwhelmed, even with the help of Tier 3 spiritual veins, even if the aptitude is far better than others, it can't ensure the success of foundation building. If you are careless, it is like this journey, and there is no chance of reincarnation!
The monks thought for a long time, only to leave this place in twos and threes.
Xu Ziqing sighed softly, and turned around to leave.
But the next moment, he was stopped by someone.
"Xu Ziqing, wait a minute!"
The voice was very unfamiliar, Xu Ziqing stopped and looked back.
The people he saw were unexpected, but also expected.
Zhang Chi, the only disciple left by Wuliangzong whose cultivation level is above the 9th level of Qi refining, is also a down-to-earth and dedicated practitioner.
However, Xu Ziqing had reminded him through Su Xin before the retreat for half a year, that this person's character is indeed quite good, but it is too pedantic, and there is a stick in his mind. This temperament allowed him to progress quickly in practice, but it also made him loyal to Wuliangzong regardless of right or wrong, without knowing it was his own plan.
Xu Ziqing turned around and faced Zhang Chi.
At this time he called to himself, presumably the method will not be far from their previous analysis.
Sure enough, Zhang Chi walked quickly, and said: "Friend Xu Dao, I want to make an appointment with you."
Xu Ziqing sighed secretly, then smiled slightly: "Daoyou Zhang, you and I have no friendship, are you here to make an appointment for a discussion, or for the side?"
Zhang Chi paused: "This... is just an appointment."
He is clumsy in his tongue, and he is not used to showing off. He clearly knew that he was going to do something wrong with this young man in a green shirt. He couldn't tell his purpose bluntly, and he didn't know how to fool it, so he was a little confused.
Xu Ziqing knew that this matter could not be avoided. Seeing him like this again, he couldn't help being a little funny and a little helpless. He thought for a while before he said, "Daoyou Zhang, no matter what you want, you have to get a charter. Senior Tang has an order not to fight with your life. If you are to learn from each other, you have to stop."
Zhang Chi also thought for a while, and said: "It's not a discussion, it's an appointment."
Xu Ziqing is clear.
In other words, even if it can't hurt people's lives, it won't show mercy. I'm afraid, he secretly got what Hu Guangyuan asked, and he wanted to use it on himself.
Xu Ziqing is not the one to escape, so she simply nodded: "Zhang Daoyou's kindness is hard to come by. If you ask for a battle, you can just ask for a battle. Can you want a witness?"
Zhang Chi shook his head: "No need."
Wuliangzong only left two people, and there was another poor cultivation base chosen because of the spiritual roots, but there were four people in the Sanxiu League, each with extraordinary cultivation bases. Zhang Chi didn't want to let them stay for fear of hindering him.
Xu Ziqing saw it from side to side. Su Xin just watched people build the foundation and realized something. He has already hurried back to the cave. The other two of Zhuo Han, Yanran and Xingjian also left. He was the only one who moved slowly, but now it is not easy to call again. people. Think about it a bit, then come down.
After these hours of painstaking cultivation, Xu Ziqing also wanted to know how her own strength has progressed. This relaxation can be regarded as a sharpening stone!
Zhang Chi had planned for a long time, so he took Xu Ziqing to the back mountain, far away from this mountain wall, and prevented others from watching.
Xu Ziqing didn't say anything but let him go.
Soon, the two were standing opposite each other.
Zhang Chi is not welcome, and once his arm shakes, a flying sword appears in his palm.
This flying sword is about three feet long, with a sharp blade, and a brownish color all over it, which shows that he is practicing the exercises of the earth genus. The defense of this type of exercise is the strongest, and if it is to attack, it is relatively weak.
However, Xu Ziqing is a wood genus, if compared with attack power, it is even worse than the earth genus.
Seeing that Zhang Chi was ready, a blue light flashed in the palm of his right hand, and he also grabbed the steel-wood sword.
Zhang Chi didn't have any nonsense, and only said: "I'm here!" He immediately flew up, grabbed the flying sword, and turned to Xu Ziqing's side!
Seeing that he was extremely fast, Xu Ziqing took a deep breath and chopped out the steel-wood sword obliquely, just against the flying sword and knocked out a "ping" sound.
Only after he met him shortly, Xu Ziqing felt that the steel-wood sword seemed to have pierced into a swamp, as if trapped in it, and could not be easily pulled out.
However, this was nothing more than a stalemate, but the next moment, he saw a dagger appeared in Zhang Chi's left hand, but it was pale gold, and his figure was depressed, so he stabbed at Xu Ziqing's dantian!
Xu Ziqing frowned. It turned out that the purpose of this Wuliangzong was to abolish his Dantian!
His dantian had already been abandoned once, thanks to the accidental hitting and inhaling the essence of Yimu in the cave at the bottom of the lake, he was able to repair it completely. Now he can't expect to get the Essence of Yimu again. If he is abolished at this time, he will be in vain for nearly ten years of hard work!
Thinking of this, Xu Ziqing couldn't help but feel a trace of anger.
If you just want to overwhelm him in strength and get some face back, it doesn't matter. The big deal is that if you win or lose, you will be rewarded. It happened to use this method, and the moves were more like a sneak attack, with no demeanor at all. He also thought about being deceived by Nian Hongzhi and the other three people back then, and he became more and more unhappy.
So Xu Ziqing rustled out a lot of grass stalks in his left palm, covering his entire palm, then he immediately pressed down his palm, grabbed the dagger, and squeezed it firmly!
Zhang Chi raised his head, his expression was quite surprised. He didn't expect that this seemingly gentle young man would be so cruel that he dared to grasp the magic weapon with his hand.
It was indeed Xu Ziqing's heart that was cruel. Even if the grass stem was a spiritual thing, it was very flexible, but it was far from resisting the benefits of the magic weapon, and could only slightly hinder it.
Xu Ziqing clenched the dagger tightly and grasped it abruptly, so that the dagger pierced the stem of the grass to the end and entered the flesh for three points, causing him to bleed.
While Zhang Chi was surprised, Xu Ziqing's legs differentiated and stood in the posture he was most familiar with in the past six months, while the steel-wood sword in his right hand pressed down hard to shift the blade of the Relaxing Flying Sword, and then vibrated his wrist again, slashing heavily. Down!
"Qiang—"
Zhang Chi only felt that his right arm was bearing the weight, and a pain came from the tiger's mouth, and he could barely hold the flying sword! But at this moment in the battle, unable to remove the flying sword from his hand, so he had to let go of the dagger and dodge back.
With this miss, Zhang Chi knew that there was no more chance, so he made a decisive decision and gave up the magic weapon dagger.
Xu Ziqing moved slightly, and the dagger that was caught in the flesh disappeared instantly and was put into the storage ring.
Afterwards, he retracted the grass stalk, revealing the bloody palm.
Xu Ziqing looked calm and urged Yimu's power. In a blink of an eye, the wound scabs and gave birth to powdery flesh, and soon the powdery flesh turned into white flesh, and the wound before it looked like a dream.
The whole process was completed in a blink of an eye, and he now knew how harsh the other party wanted to play, and he no longer had the slightest hint of mercy.
In today's situation, it's not that you are endlessly dying, you also need to have a person lying on the spot!
Zhang Chi also thought the same way. Before Xu Ziqing took the self-treatment, he had already changed to a sword style, swung the sword with his crossarm, raised it high, and fell heavily!
"Don't let an inch of earth-crack! Crack! Crack!"
In an instant, the flying sword hit the ground, and the yellow light overflowed.
Where the tip of the sword fell, the ground was tumbling with billowing smoke and dust, cracking every inch, like a spider web, constantly approaching Xu Ziqing's feet—