Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 176 Three thousand five hundred feet

Very tired!

Coming out of the Jinzhu space, all the chaotic thoughts were gone, and Chen Ping only had this kind of feeling left.

Just like last time, more than [-]% of his soul power disappeared out of thin air.

Looking sideways at the hourglass again, only three grains of black fine sand dripped down.

One sand and one breath, that is to say, only three breaths have passed since he rushed into the vortex.

But according to his mental calculation, it was obvious that at least half an hour had passed.

"A treasure that changes the rules of the world!"

Chen Ping's expression became startled and uncertain.

The law of one realm is supreme, like a cage, imprisoning hundreds of millions of living beings, and it is difficult for even a true immortal to crack it.

But the Golden Pearl Space can break free from the shackles of the law and delay the passage of time, which is enough to prove that it is a true top-level treasure.

"Proving the way is hopeful! I will definitely dig out the secrets of the golden bead. One day, like the venerable who picked up the treasure of opening the world, I will be able to cultivate unimpeded all the way to the state of transformation!"

Chen Ping, who came back to his senses, was ecstatic, and danced a few laps in the secret room.

He has always been in a stable state of mind and rarely reveals such extreme emotions.

From this we can see how exaggerated the shock and surprise Jin Zhu brought him.

Afterwards, Chen Ping settled down, lay down on the spot, and slowly closed his eyes.

Unknowingly two days passed, when the soul broke away from the sluggish slump, followed the movement of his feet, and stood up straight again.

Then, he grabbed it with his palm and crushed the picture pearl.

"buzzing"

A green curtain was sprinkled in the air, and first a figure sitting cross-legged appeared.

This is his physical body.

At that time, his soul should have just entered the golden bead space.

At the second glance, Chen Ping immediately saw a horrified scene.

Outside his physical body, in the ten-inch space, unexpectedly there were streaks of light white hair-like objects floating in such a dense, innumerable way.

In the third eye, at the same moment as the pale white hair formed, a blood-red cloud burst out from his dantian, constantly changing its shape, like drops of blood falling down, and like blood beads reuniting.

"Oh!"

However, before he really took a closer look, the light curtain of the Photo Bead suddenly shattered inch by inch, and a huge bell sounded in his head, causing unbearable pain in his ears, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be turned upside down thousands of times at once.

Immediately, Chen Ping's eyes went dark, and he staggered to the ground, his clothes soaked in wet sweat.

After a stick of incense, he finally woke up from the dizziness, his face was full of horror.

"Mysterious Silk Metaphor."

Chen Ping's eyes flashed, and he murmured.

The endless light white hair before was just the reward from the laws of heaven and earth after the thunder calamity, the mysterious silk metaphor!
There is no need to mention the rarity of this thing.

Yuandan and Jindan monks can only get a sliver if they are promoted successfully.

But the mystical metaphors gathered outside his body just now are far more than tens of thousands.

Moreover, Xuansi Fayu seemed to be entering his body, but was isolated from the outside world by the blood cloud that appeared inexplicably.

Chen Ping was sure that the blood cloud must be the vision of the golden bead manifesting.

As for the golden bead preventing the infiltration of the mysterious silk metaphor, could it be that it is consciously rejecting the law of heaven and earth?
With a sudden tremor, Chen Ping tried his best to resolve the curiosity and anxiety in his heart.

He is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, and it is still too early to explore these deepest secrets about the world.

With a movement of the divine mind, a piece of golden-patterned Dharma leaf floated out of the storage ring.

Chen Ping took a deep breath and pressed it to his forehead without hesitation.

"boom!"

Tens of thousands of strange golden characters rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, followed by six-petaled red flowers all over the sky, and it was the scrawny old man in Taoist robes who taught him the Dharma.

"A single thought makes a supernatural power come true."

The old man tapped his fingers, and the petals spun quickly, rolling towards Chen Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

……

A full three months later.

On the way, Chen Ping swallowed a few bigu pills, and spent the rest of the time absorbing the insights contained in the golden pattern leaves, and opening up the meridian cycle of the second layer of the Tai Yi Yan Shen Jue.

In an instant, Chen Ping opened his eyes.

The pupils were full of brilliance, and his gestures and gestures seemed to blend with the surrounding environment, and his temperament was completely different from before.

Taiyi Yan Shenfa, the second level of cultivation is complete!
The spiritual consciousness has soared to [-] feet, which has far surpassed the ordinary Dzogchen monk who established the foundation.

Moreover, the purity of the soul has been improved to a certain extent.

The help in coordinating the physical body, detecting illusions, refining alchemy, making talismans, and controlling puppets has been greatly enhanced.

"The second petiole."

Chen Ping lowered his head and looked down. Sure enough, after absorbing the Zhenyang sycamore leaves, only a crystal clear petiole remained.

Putting it away meticulously, he turned around and shattered the stone door of the secret room.

After half a day, Chen Ping returned to Fuge Mountain by driving Dunguang.

After setting up the big formation, he quietly observed Xue Yun's movements, and found that she had recovered to the fifth level of Qi training.

It shouldn't be long before he can recover to the seventh level of Qi training.

Without disturbing her, Chen Ping withdrew his consciousness, and then pinched a secret formula, and the sound transmission paper crane flew down the mountain.

After a quarter of an hour, a man in yellow rushed towards the top of the mountain. When he saw the bamboo house in front of him, he finally slowed down out of breath.

This person is Chen Qiudong, the deacon of the Internal Affairs Hall.

After receiving the paper crane from Chen Ping, he immediately put down all the affairs at hand and rushed to Fuge Mountain without stopping.

"Qiu Dong, don't be impatient, this elder just wants to know something about you."

Letting go of the passageway of the formation, Chen Ping smiled at him and said gently.

"Seventh Elder summoned, how dare Qiudong delay."

Chen Qiudong respectfully saw the ceremony, and then sat down properly.

"Did Chen Dieyu break through?"

Chen Ping tapped the teacup with his fingers, and asked casually.

Chen Qiudong nodded, and said a little nervously: "A month ago, Chen Die...no, the eighth elder succeeded in establishing the foundation."

Pantothenic acid's words were filled with a taste of food.

Chen Dieyu didn't use the Foundation Establishment Pill, but she still succeeded in breaking the rank.

This kind of luck and perseverance is really enviable.

Chen Qiudong had mixed feelings in his heart. As soon as he entered Foundation Establishment, Chen Dieyu's status rose rapidly, and he was no longer able to call him by his first name.

"happy event."

In this regard, Chen Ping only spit out two words lightly, and then changed the subject: "Has the worship hall recruited new monks?"

"After Xing Linnian, three more guest officials were recruited, all of whom were at the ninth level of Qi training."

Chen Qiudong replied truthfully.

"It's not bad. Continue to publicize the treatment of the worship hall. I believe that more and more casual cultivators will come to seek refuge in the future."

Chen Ping said leisurely, neither happy nor sad.

"Yes!"

Chen Qiudong said respectfully, and at the same time, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

After such a long period of time, only a few third-class guests were recruited into the worship hall, and he was very worried that Chen Ping would blame him.

It's not that he's lazy, he has consciously used all the resources of the Internal Affairs Hall to promote the worship hall.

But in the nearby sea area, the number of casual practitioners on the ninth floor of Qi training is limited.

Moreover, the Jin family, the newly promoted Yuandan power, is too close to Haichang Island, and a large number of monks, even if their salaries are lower, will squeeze under the wings of the Jin family.

Great shade under the tree.

The Jin family is in full swing, Chen Ping thinks it is extremely normal for those neutral casual cultivators to have this choice.

Therefore, he did not blame Chen Qiudong for doing things badly.

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(End of this chapter)