After a night of drinking and indulgence, Zhou Yuan directly devoted himself to the cultivation of the Profound Saint Body on the second day.
Although he has now obtained the Seven Cangxuan Techniques, it is obvious that only the Profound Saint Body can he cultivate at the fastest speed. As for the other techniques, he obviously doesn't have enough time to comprehend and cultivate right now.
After all, today's Da Wu is already gathering in the army and is about to launch an offensive against Da Zhou, and presumably his father is also doing his best to delay time, looking forward to his return.
So at this time Zhou Yuan, every second counts, he doesn't have much time to waste.
Holy source peak, back mountain.
On the water and fire forging dragon platform, Zhou Yuan sat cross-legged naked, then he looked at the rickety old figure on the edge of the cliff and said, "Old Xuan, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Do you really want to be promoted to the fourth level?" Old Xuan asked slowly while holding a bamboo broom.
This water-fire forging dragon platform has eighteen levels, and the intensity of each level is doubled and soaring. In the past, when Zhou Yuan practiced the Xiaoxuan Saint Body, only the first level was only the first level, and it was tortured to death. Now this Boy, actually want to directly try the fourth level.
Zhou Yuan's eyes were firm, and he nodded heavily.
The cultivation of the Profound Saint Body is even more difficult. Even if he has the foundation of the Profound Saint Body, it is not as easy as imagined to really cultivate the Profound Saint Body.
In the meantime, he also needs to put in penance.
Although it was painful to try the level 4 water and fire forging dragon platform, he should be able to bear it now.
When Old Xuan saw this, he fell silent for a while, and his old face was also awe-inspiring, and said, "Then you kid, get ready, don't die on this water and fire forging dragon platform. It's really dead."
Zhou Yuan grinned and said, "I can't die!"
Old Xuan didn't say much anymore, and the bamboo broom in his hand flicked gently.
Hum!
In the next instant, the ground here vibrated, and the big river below the cliff was also turbulent, with huge waves rolling.
And the two stone dragons entwined on the huge peaks on both sides, the stone scales all over their bodies were also brightened up a little at this time, and finally in the dragon's mouth, there were two violent torrents of water and fire origin gas erupting.
The whole world is half hot and half cold.
boom!
The fire and water erupted, and finally gathered in the place where Zhou Yuan was sitting, directly submerging his body.
Zhou Yuan's body trembled violently at this time, his skin began to be torn at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood was flowing down, but he was clenching his teeth, his face twisted, and there was an extremely low level of depression. The roar came out.
Elder Xuan looked at the figure stubbornly supported in the torrent of water and fire, holding the bamboo broom slightly with his dry palm, ready to rescue him at any time.
This one
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Boy, can't really die here.
At the same time, there was a sigh in his heart, because even he didn't expect that this little guy in front of him would become the first son of Cangxuanzong in just two years.
The most important thing is that he not only became the head of the Saint Child, but also became the first disciple of the Cangxuan Sect in the history to gather the seven arts through the Holy War...
"If the master is still there, I must be happy that the sect has gone out of such a arrogant..." Old Xuan muttered.
At the same time, on a mountain in the distance.
Yaoyao was sitting on a cliff, her slender legs stretched out from the cliff, her fair-skinned skin, as if she was glowing with a sparkling luster in the sun.
She shook her legs gently, and her eyes were looking at Zhou Yuan from a distance, who was in the torrent of water and fire, who roared in pain.
Yaoyao gently rubbed Tun Tun in his arms, pursed her red lips, and whispered softly: "This battle belongs to him, and we can't even intervene."
Although she felt a little uncomfortable looking at Zhou Yuan's painful cultivation, Yaoyao knew very well that this battle with Wu Huang and Dawu was Zhou Yuan's fateful battle.
Therefore, Cang Xuanzong didn't forcefully participate in it, and directly helped Zhou Yuan get rid of King Wu. This was actually a good thing for Zhou Yuan.
Regardless of Wu Huang or King Wu, Zhou Yuan had to overcome obstacles on his cultivation path, and he had to overcome it. Only in this way could he truly get rid of the shadow that Da Wu once left him.
Only when he smashed everything upright, his thoughts could be truly understood, and his gaze would shift away from King Wu and cast a further direction.
Yaoyao is willing to help Zhou Yuan clear some obstacles, but she does not want to cause Zhou Yuan to lose a forward-looking spirit because of her too much help. Therefore, in the past two years, many times, she would rather stand behind Zhou Yuan in obscurity. Watching him go through the thorns and thorns, even if he was also covered in scars because of this, but the road to cultivation is inherently difficult. Zhou Yuan wants to go further, even at the end of the Origin Qi, then he It must be so.
Especially this time...
Presumably, even Zhou Yuan himself wouldn't want her to get involved with Tun Tun.
Tun Tun, who was in his arms, glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was in the torrent of water and fire in the distance, and also wagged his tail before letting out a low cry.
"Do you say he will win..."
Yaoyaoyu held a strand of blue silk hanging down her cheek in her hand, and her red lips wrinkled with a small smile.
"Of course that's for sure."
...
The cultivation in the back mountains never stopped for a day.
Zhou Yuan's painful low roar, every day since the dawn of the day, echoed in the back mountain, until night fell.
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With his resilience, even Elder Xuan was slightly moved, but he had a vague understanding of why he was able to do things that Cang Xuanzong's disciples hadn't done for so many years.
However, even though Zhou Yuan suffered all the pain under the torture-like tempering, he did not endure the pain in vain.
His physical body is stronger day by day than day by day.
The jade skin and silver bones of the Xiaoxuan Saint's body were gradually facing the mysterious jade skin, and the star silver bones began to transform.
This transformation lasted for about half a month.
This day.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, the old Xuan's eyelids flicked, and he raised his eyes to the place where the water and fire converge, and the figure sitting cross-legged seemed to be slowly standing up at this moment.
There was no source qi radiating from his body, the flesh and blood shook, and the power of the flesh was diffused, actually pushing away the torrent of water and fire gradually.
Roar!
The bare-chested figure screamed up to the sky fiercely.
The howling sound resounded like thunder, and the two torrents of water and fire suddenly broke apart.
boom!
When he stamped his foot, his figure rushed up and landed heavily on the edge of the cliff, and the boulder under his feet bounced to pieces.
Old Xuan looked at him, and saw that Zhou Yuan at this time was full of jade light. The jade light was more crystal clear than before, a force like a beast, from his body, such as It erupted like a torrent.
When Old Xuan saw this, a touch of relief appeared on his old face.
"Zhou Yuan, congratulations, you have truly cultivated the Profound Saint Body."
After nearly twenty days of hard work, Zhou Yuan finally transformed the Little Profound Saint Body he had cultivated into a Profound Saint Body!
Zhou Yuan felt the surging physical power in his body, and the light surging between his eyes, he could feel the strength of his physical body at this moment, and at this moment, he could truly be counted as a disciple of Cangxuanzong’s generation. The strongest person.
Beyond Shang Chunqiu's body.
call.
In Zhou Yuan's breath, there was a white air puffing out, and he saluted the old Xuan.
"When will you leave?" Old Xuan asked.
Now that Zhou Yuan's physical body is already formed, I'm afraid he can't stand it anymore.
"Tomorrow." Zhou Yuan's eyes were full of high-spirited fighting spirit, and said in a low voice.
Old Xuan holding a bamboo broom, smiled faintly: "Back alive, you are the first disciple of my Cang Xuanzong who has gathered the seven arts in one body for so many years. Your future is still far away, a small Dawu dynasty. , Shouldn't be your end."
Zhou Yuan raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The setting sun was reflected in his eyes, like a red flame burning.
King Wu, there are some things that don’t belong to you Dawu...
So, are you ready
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