Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 129 Foundation Building
In just a few breaths, Song Sheng was burned to ashes.

The temperature of the dry blue-purple flame is so high that it can melt even a low-grade spiritual weapon, not to mention the physical body of a foundation-building practitioner.

Of the four spiritual fires of the Nine Changes Flame Spirit Art, the Dry Blue Purple Flame is not the strongest yet.

If one is lucky enough to comprehend the four spirit fires, one's magical powers will skyrocket to the point of exaggeration.

However, in the previous thousand dharma sects that have stood for thousands of years, there has never been a monk who has mastered four kinds of spiritual fires at the same time.

"Leave as soon as possible."

Chen Ping waved to the ground, and the long purple needle flew into his sleeve.

After swallowing a few "Returning Qi Pills" and repeatedly confirming that he did not miss any belongings, Chen Ping stepped on the steamer and left here.

Although his magic power is only less than [-]%, it is still effortless to cast low-level spells such as the fire wheel.

After half an hour.

Not far from the line of sight, dotted with a group of bright red reefs, shining under the scorching sun.

"Wow"

The waves beat against the rocks, splashing a few feet of white and crystal clear water.

Chen Ping put down the spirit boat, stuffed more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones in the core of the formation, and after choosing a direction, activated the formation.

"boom"

"boom"

Just less than a mile away from the coast, I heard loud rumbling noises, and it seemed that even the sea shook slightly.

Chen Ping looked at the source of the movement, and there was an ice-silver cloud of mushrooms exploding brilliantly, and the aftermath was bursting. Even though it was so far away, he could still slightly sense the amazing destructive power.

"The direction of Jinrui City."

Chen Ping squinted his eyes, and continued to drive the spirit boat.

Everything in between should come to an end.

Now, only building the foundation is his top priority.

Where sky and water meet, it is boundless.

Along the way, when Chen Ping encountered a deserted island, he paused and resumed his mana.

If there is a prosperous island occupied by monks, they will retreat far away.

Referring to the map of the sea area, Chen Ping changed several directions one after another before choosing a sea area and driving at top speed.

……

Two years later.

On a cliff hundreds of feet high, Chen Ping stood with his hands behind his back.

Not far below the cliff is the vast sea.

This deserted island is more than 2000 miles away from Jinrui City.

The island is not big, almost the same size as Lantian Town.

In the map of the sea area, there is not even a label for this island.

On weekdays, there are more than 100 mortal fishermen living on the island.

Chen Ping opened up a cave on the edge of the cliff, and set up a solitary mountain sword formation.

The natural aura in the island is extremely scarce.

Therefore, every few days, Chen Ping would refine a Qibao Great Returning Pill with three patterns.

In addition, he drank the eight pieces of bitter pine that he bought at a high price from Jin Chenna. In the past two years, his mana has reached the peak of Qi training, and there is no room for further improvement.

Enjoying this rare time of solitude, Chen Ping stretched his muscles comfortably.

On the open right hand, there are two storage rings.

One is silver gray and the other is orange.

They were from the two Foundation Establishment period monks who died at his hands.

Tao Tianqi and Song Sheng.

Song Sheng's net worth is higher than he imagined.

The master cultivator of the island, who has the resources of an island, is indeed not comparable to ordinary foundation builders.

Although this orange ring is also a low-level storage ring, it contains a lot of cultivation resources.

There are 3 spirit stones alone, and the total value of other items is more than [-].

What he likes the most is the purple silver needle spiritual weapon Song Sheng used to attack him back then, the purple light needle.

This treasure forcibly shook a finger of extinct flame, but it just lost its inspiration. It can be seen that the material of this needle is special, not inferior to the Phoenix Sword.

Moreover, a piece of low-grade spirit ban, hidden breath ban, was embedded in the purple light needle.

Once the needle hides its body, only the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment can barely sense its position.

However, the Purple Light Needle is the natal spiritual weapon that Song Sheng practiced day and night, and its power is far superior to ordinary middle-grade spiritual weapons.

If it falls into his hands, the power will be directly reduced by [-]%.

After all, the natal magic weapon he pursued was the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword that could help him stand at the same level as Yuandan or even Jindan, not just a purple light needle.

"It's time to build the foundation."

When the last seabird returned to its nest, Chen Ping withdrew his gaze and returned to the cave calmly.

Generally, there are two hurdles for Qi training monks to advance to Foundation Establishment.

One is how to convert the gaseous spiritual power that has been compressed to the extreme into a liquid state.

The second is to find ways to expand the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness to a radius of ten inches.

For Chen Ping, these two points are really as easy as cracking candy.

He has long since broken the restriction of the level of consciousness.

The soul power of the ninth level of Qi training is comparable to that of the middle stage of foundation establishment, and it is estimated to be very rare even from the ancient times when the immortal way was prosperous.

As for the Mana Pass, he was practicing the Nine Changes Flame Art, which already had a [-]% chance of breakthrough.

Taking into account the blessing of the spirit root and the experience of his previous life, Chen Ping felt that he was [-]% sure.

The only fly in the ointment is that he is only forty years old, but because of practicing the Mara forbidden spell and using the Mara blood explosion technique once, the actual age of this physical body is already over 50 years old, and the vitality in his body has seriously declined.

There is a [-]% chance of building a foundation, and the missing one is here.

But [-]% certainty is extremely rare.

Even if you fail, there is nothing to regret, just rest for a few years and try again.

Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky!

"let's start!"

Chen Ping sat on the futon in a leisurely manner, no longer restricting the spiritual power in his body.

In the next moment, the mana compressed to the limit suddenly rushed to all parts of the body, and the severe pain hit, but Chen Ping just wrinkled the tip of his nose.

I saw him with a solemn expression, constantly circulating his magic power, gathering the spiritual power in his spiritual acupoints and meridians to his dantian.

After a stick of incense time passed, the spiritual power at the dantian began to condense and shrink a little bit, and began to change from a gaseous state to a liquid state, and slowly condensed.

The spiritual power at this moment is like a wild horse running wild, rushing violently, and constantly bombarding hundreds of spiritual acupoints and meridians on Chen Ping's body.

The essence of building a foundation is to make the body stronger, so as to accommodate more and higher levels of mana.

The mana on Chen Ping's body was continuously condensed, turning into drops of psychic liquid that contained terrifying power.

And these spiritual fluids entered the body again, constantly bombarding the meridians on the body, making them more solidified.

From gas to liquid is such a process.

When the spiritual liquid in the dantian poured into his body, Chen Ping took several Qibao Great Returning Pills one after another, and the medicinal power instantly turned into spiritual liquid, forming a perfect cycle in his body.

Time is passing, one day, two days, three days...

Day [-]!
"boom"

With a roar in his mind, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes.

The body was three feet away from the ground without wind, and the whole person floated in the air, and then turned into a cyan light and rushed out of the cave, soaring towards the sky!

Flying in the sky, a foundation-building monk.

It's been eight years since I seized the spirit once, and I'll hit the fairy road again and climb to the top again!

　The foundation has been established, a new beginning, there is nothing to say, friends who like it, give Zhang a monthly ticket to support it!It will be even more exciting later! ! !

　　
　
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