Uncrowned Evil Emperor

When Feng Jueyu was thinking hard and had no clue, suddenly Yan Gu came from his practice, grabbed him by the hair, and sat cross-legged on the stone bed, looking like he wanted to rip off all his hair. He couldn't help asking: "Feng Jueyu Brother, what's the matter?"

Feng Jueyu looked up at Yan Gu dully, then shook his head in a trance: "It's nothing."

Halfway through the speech, Feng Jueyu raised his head again and asked, "Brother Yan Gu, do you know where there is the original aura of the gold element?"

"The original aura of gold?" Yan Gu was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the broken gray stone that fell under Feng Jueyu's feet, and said suddenly: "Have you refined the chalcedony?"

"That's right." Feng Jueyu picked up the stone, and said with a look of dumbfounding: "There is a lot of gold's original aura in this chalcedony, but it can't provide me with enough opportunities to break through."

"Have you absorbed the original aura of gold?" Yan Gu stood up as if seeing a ghost, walked to Feng Jueyu, looked left and right, and asked in surprise, "There are no adverse reactions?"

Feng Jueyu spread his hands: "No, I just don't think it's enough."

Yan Gu rolled his eyes directly, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Feng Jueyu quickly supported Yan Gu, and said with concern: "Brother Yan Gu, are you okay?"

Yan Gu managed to stand still, looked at Feng Jueyu like a monster, grinned and shook his head and said, "Brother Feng, you are really a strange person."

"How to say?"

Yan Gu was extremely depressed and said: "As we all know, spiritual powers with different characteristics cannot be integrated together. You can change the aura in the chalcedony through the process of absorption, but you can't just change the aura of gold that is useless to you. Absorb it with modification? This is you, if you were someone else, you would have died from the backlash of different spiritual powers, I have to say, you are really strange."

Feng Jueyu immediately understood what Yan Gu meant, and he also knew that what Yan Gu said was right, but he was different from ordinary people, not to mention that he could use the new source to open the door of the same type of space, even if he couldn’t, he would not return it. Is there Hong Yuan space?That is a magical exotic land that can release all things.

Feng Jueyu smiled wryly, and said: "Yes, I also think I am very strange. You see, I have cultivated all four kinds of origins. I thought that since there is no opportunity to break through, I tried to integrate into one source. As a result, Still failed."

Listening to Feng Jueyu's annoyed complaints, Yan Gu almost wanted to take this guy's head off to see what's inside. This kind of thing that everyone should avoid, he actually wanted to figure out the way, I really don't know what he is A fool is still a fool.

Although a little speechless, Yan Gu knew that Feng Jueyu couldn't use the usual theory, and the self-cultivation of spiritual power was enviable. They could choose the source of cultivation at will.

Yan Gu took a few deep breaths, finally calmed down, stared at Feng Jueyu for a while, and then reluctantly said: "Although I don't know your cultivation method and current situation, but if you have any troubles, you can talk to me. Tell me, at least tell me where you are stuck now, and I will help you analyze it."

Feng Jueyu couldn't help being overjoyed, and said bluntly: "It's very simple, I feel that the original aura of gold in this piece of chalcedony is not enough, it's still far behind, what should I do?"

Yan Gu jumped up like a corpse when he heard the words, pointed to the broken gray stone and asked: "Is a whole piece of chalcedony not enough?"

Feng Jueyu touched his head, and said bitterly: "It's far away."

Yan Guqi didn't say a word for a long time, stared at Feng Jueyu without blinking for half an hour, and then said angrily: "Then I can't do anything, you are not refining and swallowing, you are eating Chalcedony, how can there be so much chalcedony for you to waste."

"Uh..." Feng Jueyu lowered his head in frustration, his whole body was like a deflated ball.

After a long time, Yan Gu shook his head speechlessly, and sighed: "I can't help it, you still... Huh?"

He was just in the middle of speaking when he suddenly stopped and said, "Maybe there is a way."

"What way?" Feng Jueyu raised his head with his eyes wide open.

Yan Gudao: "Didn't you cultivate the divine power of the earth spirit method? You must know that the earth can produce gold. You can try to squeeze some of the source of gold from your own spiritual law and divine power."

Feng Jueyu was stunned, and said, "Is this possible?"

Yan Gu sat down in front of him, and said solemnly: "You have to know that the spiritual power cultivated by a practitioner is the original power, but it has been changed through the body, but its essence has not changed, it is a kind of original source. , Take the origin of the earth as an example, maybe your spiritual power is strong and abundant, but in fact you have relatively few pitiful characteristics of the complete origin, but it may not be impossible to obtain it through continuous squeezing methods, if you don’t believe me, give it a try.”

Hearing the words, Feng Jueyu immediately sat up cross-legged, gathered the spiritual power of the earth, and immediately sent it into the Hongyuan space. Gathered together in the Yuan space, it instantly turned into a hill.

Then Feng Jueyu began to squeeze. This process took a little longer, just like peeling cabbage, continuously squeezing the essence of spiritual power into the middle of the mountain, and peeling off layer by layer. , Not long after, as expected, he got a ball of original aura the size of a fingernail.

Feng Jueyu was overjoyed, he broke free from his cultivation, and said excitedly, "It really works."

Yan Gu showed a clear expression: "I'm right, you can see if there is the source of gold in the original aura."

Feng Jueyu followed the rules, but the result disappointed him greatly: "No."

Yan Gu said anxiously: "That's because you haven't squeezed enough, keep going, get as much as you want, and you'll see the clues if there's too much."

Feng Jueyu worked quickly, this time he almost used all the spiritual power in the Qiandanqiao acupoint, and almost turned into a mountain range stretching thousands of miles in the Hongyuan space.

Squeeze and strip again, and finally get a ball of original aura about the size of a basketball.

This time, Feng Jueyu observed carefully, and he found a little golden star in the aura.

The origin of gold?

Feng Jueyu blurted out, woke up quickly, and said to Yan Gu: "Really, soil can produce gold."

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that there was no Yan Gu in front of him. He turned his head to look, and at some point, Yan Gu had returned to his stone bed and was flipping through the classics.

Feng Jueyu hurried over and said in great surprise: "Brother Yan Gu, the method you said is really effective."

Yan Gu raised his lazy eyelids, and asked indifferently, "You're awake."

"..." Feng Jueyu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Yan Gu put his hand on his forehead and was extremely depressed, pointing to Feng Jueyu's stone bed and said: "You have been sitting there for a whole day..."

"One day?" Feng Jueyu was almost choked to death by his own saliva, and he felt dazed for a while. Only then did he realize that he sat on the stone bed for three full days in order to squeeze out the original aura of gold. Practiced.

At this time, Yan Gu smiled and said: "It is useful, but it seems that this method is very slow in effect, but it is better than nothing, now you know what to do."

"Understood." Feng Jueyu nodded, and said to Yan Gu: "I'm going back to practice." Halfway through, he turned his head and said to Yan Gu: "Here are some pills."

Yan Gu simply took out the medicine bottle, threw it to Feng Jueyu, and said, "Just put it on the ground, take it whenever you need it."

Feng Jueyu took a bigu pill in his hand, returned to the stone bed and sat down again.

Then, he began the long practice of hoarding the aura of gold...

Sitting down, he continuously squeezed the spiritual power of the earth, directly quenched the little sesame-like golden original aura, and then put it into the aura ball, and then continued to squeeze, so it went round and round, day by day. It's been so boring...

In the days that followed, Feng Jueyu didn't go anywhere as if he was possessed, not even getting off the stone bed, and kept turning the spiritual power in the dantian of Qiandanqiao Point into a tiny source of gold, Keep hoarding, keep accumulating.

A month passed, and Zhi Wucai looked at Feng Jueyu, who was resting with his eyes closed and hoarding spiritual energy, and asked in great perplexity, "What is he doing?"

Yan Gu cast a glance: "I'm dazed."

"Oh!"

Two months passed, Zhiwu said: "Is this not over yet?"

Yan Gu: "Probably not enough."

Three months have passed, Zhi Wucai: "When is the head?"

Yan Gu: "God knows."

Four months have passed, Zhi Wucai: "It all stinks."

Yan Gu: "Why don't we change places and stay away, the smell is too bad."

Five months later, Zhiwu just lit a circle of incense in front of Feng Jueyu, and said to Yan Gu: "Oh, the effect is not good."

Yan Gu glanced at it: "..."

Six months have passed, Zhi Wucai: "..."

Yan Gu: "..."

Seven months, eight months, nine months...

Although Feng Jueyu was in the Lingjin Cave, he was basically supercilious. He almost turned into a stone sculpture. From morning to night, from day to night, he constantly squeezed the golden aura from his body. He believes that as long as he has the strength to grind an iron pestle into a needle, he will surely succeed.

With Feng Jueyu's untiring accumulation over the years, the golden aura mass is constantly getting bigger.

Another three months passed...

Feng Jueyu sat in the cave for a whole year. During this year, except for eating a bigu pill every once in a while when he felt hungry, he basically kept silent and did nothing but squeeze his spiritual energy. Dry.

For a whole year, the four seasons outside the cave changed, the spring was warm and the autumn was solstice, the summer was hot and the winter was cold.

But at this time, the golden aura had grown to the point where it was as bright as the sun and the moon.

A year is neither long nor short, and to Feng Jueyu, he is completely deaf to what is going on outside the window. Yan Gu and Zhiwu are the ones who see and admire his persistence and hard work.

A year later, finally, the aura group has undergone earth-shaking changes.