Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 163 Finally enters the golden core, there is a sword fairy above the infinite
The sky was pierced with a piece of golden cloud, like a vast and mysterious ocean, constantly rippling with circles of ripples.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the sky and on the ground of Xianfeng was stunned.

The disciples of the immortal sect and the cultivators of the demon sect couldn't help but stop fighting, and looked up at the sky with shock on their faces.

There was a soft "hum", and a large amount of air flowed out of the fairy peak.

Some disciples exclaimed: "Someone is condensing the golden core!"

"Who is it! Can the condensed golden core trigger the vision of heaven and earth?"

An inner disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect was very puzzled.

"Concentrating golden elixirs above Rank 20 can trigger a vision of heaven and earth. I happened to be there when Ziyun condensed golden elixirs [-] years ago, but even the movement of the purple qi coming from the east is far less than the golden fog in front of me." huge."

A middle-aged deacon who has been in the sect for decades explained in this way.

In the void, Situ Huan, Zi Yun, Chen Jianshu, and Yu Qinghan, the devil sons of the Demon Sect, had already separated, each standing on a peak, looking at the source of the golden mist.

Situ Huan's eyes seemed to be two groups of black flames, the mana gathered in his eyes, staring at the sword light overflowing from the fairy peak not far away, he said in a deep voice:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Immortal world's aura is severely exhausted. How could it be possible to condense the eighth-rank golden elixir? Now, I have been struggling to suppress my cultivation for several years, just to go to the heavenly demon world to break through the eighth-rank golden elixir. Who has this wait for it?"

Standing on the mountain peak, Zi Yun and Chen Jianshu looked at each other, each seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Both of them are the top talents of the younger generation of the Wuji Immortal Sect, so they naturally know the gold content of the Eight Rank Golden Elixir.

"Eight-turn Golden Elixir, no one in the world can match it, could it be my disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect?"

Zi Yun's voice tended to be sweet, and her tone was full of doubts at the moment.

"This direction is very possible, but there are disciples with such excellent qualifications, how could we not know?"

Chen Jianshu shook the emerald green snake-shaped sword, frowning.

"This direction is my husband."

Yu Qinghan's expression was agitated, and the brows of his phoenix eyes showed joy, and he looked towards the source of the golden energy.

At the scene, only she knew who the source of the direction was.

Husband broke through to Jindan!

This is really something to be happy about.

There are countless people who are stuck in the Golden Core Realm in the world of cultivating immortals, and they can successfully break through the Golden Core, which shows that your husband's cultivation qualifications are definitely not bad.

At this time, on top of the pumice stone, a majestic force spread from Zhao Huai's body.

A dazzling golden elixir was suspended in mid-air, and streaks of golden light radiated out.

The aura of heaven and earth gathers for it, converging in Zhao Huai's Zhou Tian, ​​like an invisible pen, engraving complicated imprints on the golden elixir.

Now Zhao Huai's whole body, except the position of the heart, has been tempered by the golden elixir, and his mana is extremely powerful.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a statuette, and the next step is the most important step.

Manifolds of heaven and earth.

It means that the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth is endless, grows and spreads, and endows the golden pill with spirituality, so that the future golden pills can continuously absorb the spiritual energy.

The so-called number of revolutions is how many imprints the will of heaven and earth have engraved on Jin Dan's body.

The greater the number of marks, the stronger the golden core.

After condensing the golden elixir, the proportion of the spiritual root in the cultivation path has dropped significantly. It's not that it is not important, but that many functions have been replaced by the golden elixir.

The golden elixir is the origin, and it is the product of monks condensing essence, qi, and spirit to the extreme.

It is also the basis for reshaping the Nascent Soul and breaking the baby to shape the Soul God in the future.

As time went by, Zhao Huai had more and more lines of golden elixir in front of him, and it became more complicated.

The first golden streak.

The second golden pattern.

It wasn't until the eight lines were outlined on the golden elixir that they were almost completely engraved that the dense golden light slowly dissipated.

This means that he has finally entered the Golden Core Realm!
"Wow!"

Zhao Huai stood up, moved his legs lightly, and the thousand-year-old pumice stone under his feet was instantly crushed.

He didn't fall, but stood in the air, and a wave of golden core's coercion blasted him away.

Wearing a white long gown, the whole person looks elegant like a fairy, and the golden elixir brings a golden light, which has a sacred feeling.

Zhao Huai clenched his fist with five fingers, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

Take Jindan back into the body.

Just the strength of his physical body, he felt that he didn't know how many times stronger than before.

If he meets that demon cultivator who blew himself up again, he can kill him with a single palm, so how can there be any chance of self-destruction?

In front of the eight-rank golden elixir, all kinds of low-quality elixir and top-grade elixir give way.

Invincible in the same realm, all equal under the sixth rank.

The only thing to worry about is those arrogances of rank seven golden elixir.

"It's time to help Madam."

Zhao Huai murmured softly, and his body escaped, turning into a golden rainbow light, traveling across the sky.

In Wuji Xianfeng, Situ Huan faced Zi Yun, and Chen Jianshu said via voice transmission:
"Even if the most talented Tianjiao is born, it will not be able to save your Wuji Xianzong."

"The Demon Sect has accumulated hundreds of years of anger, can you bear it?!"

Situ Huan snorted coldly, put away his playful attitude, and took out a black magic staff from the Lord of the Rings with bright stars emerging from it.

"This is... Ten Thousand Bone Purgatory."

When Zi Yun's beautiful eyes saw this magic staff, a trace of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and fear flashed in her eyes.

"The magic weapon Ten Thousand Bone Purgatory Rod is actually in your hand."

Chen Jianshu said solemnly.

As far as he knows, this Ten Thousand Bone Purgatory Rod is one of the ten magic weapons of the Heavenly Demon Palace, which can be traced back to the Middle Ages.

He is made from the core skulls of [-] Nascent Soul monks and soaked in the blood of a demon emperor.

Incomparably evil and infinitely powerful.

It stands to reason that such a precious magic weapon should be kept in the hands of the Grand Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

This Situ Huan is really the heart and soul of the Demon Sect, and he is willing to let him bring out such a magic weapon.

Seeing the reaction of the two, Situ Huan sneered and said, "It's better than I imagined. Yes, this is the Purgatory Rod of Ten Thousand Bones. It is more than enough to deal with you."

Of course he understands the reason of Fengjiu's change, he must make a quick decision and hurry up to deal with the three people in front of him.

The three of them spent a lot of time fighting with him in a wheel battle. Although he would not be defeated, to kill the three of them, he could only rely on the power of the magic weapon.

Just as Situ Huan injected mana into the Ten Thousand Bone Purgatory Scepter, a golden rainbow flashed across the sky.

"call out!"

There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a large number of blue arcs appeared in the sky, and thunderclouds appeared in the blink of an eye, resembling lightning and thunder.

The sound of "Boom" resounded, and the sky thunder fell like a dragon and snake.

A phantom of the Heavenly Demon Suppressing Prison appeared on Situ Huan's body, resisting the thunderstorms.

"Ma'am, here I come."

Zhao Huai's figure appeared in the air and came to Yu Qinghan's side.

And took out the Three Thousand Thunder Seal Jue that hadn't been used for a long time.

Now after the Golden Core Realm, the power of the thunder talisman has been improved to a higher level. The sky thunder he just hit was the most powerful thunder that led the sky to cross the tribulation.

"How does it feel to have stepped into the Golden Core Realm?"

Yu Qinghan asked with a smile on his face.

"Very good. I have accumulated for so long, just for today. Unfortunately, I failed to step into the ninth rank. The more I practice, the more I feel that the road to immortality is unattainable."

Zhao Huai seemed to have a feeling and said this.

Yu Qinghan carefully reminded: "It's not over yet. This Demon Sect Devil is powerful and has reached the golden core perfection. Even if I want to defeat him, it will be very difficult."

"Don't be afraid, my husband and I will fight together today, let's see what this devil can do."

Zhao Huai said with burning eyes.

At this time, Situ Huan's laughter sounded from the central area of ​​the pit that was struck out by the sky thunder: "Zhao Huai, the Prince of Great Yan, the future Lord of Great Yan, hahaha, you really didn't let me down. Until now, you have just Qualified to be my opponent."

Standing on the ground, Elder Bai, who was confronting the truce, had a gossip mark between his brows, and said solemnly: "Situ Huan, as the direct disciple of the demon lord, has endless methods and magic weapons. To defeat him, in addition to the strength of the same realm, There must also be a corresponding natal magic weapon, my disciple and His Royal Highness both grew up in the secular world, so the background is still a little bit worse."

An old man who worshiped the Nascent Soul of the Demon Palace, saw that Situ Huan was still able to maintain his composure under the hands of Tianjiao, and even maintained his aura. For a long time, when the four great patriarchs of the Tianmo Palace arrive, how can your immortal sect survive?"

Speaking of the latter, the words revealed a bit of coldness.

They are just one of the army of the Demon Sect, and the monks of the entire ten sects of the Demon Sect are more than just the few in front of them?
Yujing Gate, Longquan Gate, Pill Valley Gate, Shanya Gate and other ten entrances to Lingshan are all under the attack of the Demon Gate. How long can they last?
It's just that Yujing Gate, as the gate of Wuji Immortal Sect, is the most difficult to crack.

Like the scene of the black cloud and demon tide in front of me, it is happening everywhere in Lingshan.

After taking a thunderbolt, Situ Huan stood intact in the deep pit, his black robe fluttering in the wind, he looked noble, his hair was clean, and he smiled confidently: "So what about the eight-turn golden elixir? Empress Daxia, or you Prince Yan, can only be my stepping stones, I will step on you and climb the road to immortality. Zhao Huai, I will completely destroy Dayan in front of you."

On the top of the mountain of Wuji Immortal Sect, these words fell into the ears of every disciple.

Zhao Huai's identity was completely known by everyone in the Wuji Immortal Sect.

"He is Prince Yan?!"

"My God, it's actually him who has condensed the rank-eight golden elixir!"

"What! Eight-rank golden pill? I heard that no one in the entire world of cultivating immortals can condense eight-rank golden pill!"

"But he is facing the No. 1 Situ Huan of the Devil's Gate for a century, so it's hard to say this battle!"

Although Zhao Huai's identity was frightening, he was the Prince of Yan who made a lot of noise, and he also condensed the eight-rank golden pill that no one in the world could match, which aroused extensive discussions, but everyone was obviously more afraid of the prestige of Situ Huan's devil son.

Situ Huan's reputation has existed for decades, and there is no young disciple who does not know it.

Hearing Situ Huan's words, the flustered mind of Mo Xiu's disciples also calmed down a lot.

Lord Mozi's cultivation strength is world-renowned, enough to suppress everything, can kill a sect at will, but can't kill a prince who has subjugated the country?So what if he had just returned to the country for a year, could it be compared with the Great Yan Empire that his ancestors had just established?How big a storm can it cause?

Facing Situ Huan's remarks, Zhao Huai was very calm. Who wouldn't speak up?
See the real chapter when you shoot, and you will know when you hit it.

"Prince Yan, let me see your skills!"

Situ Huan's voice was faint, struck from a distance, and the powerful specter condensed, like a solid body, and smashed towards him.

Zhao Huai stretched out a hand, and the infinite magic power in the golden core flowed out, attached to his body surface, and gathered golden runes one by one.

The golden fist was punched out, and it became bigger and bigger, condensed into a mountain-sized one, and hit Situ Huan's demon phantom.

This battle was Zhao Huai's first attempt at Jindan, even so, he used all his strength.

"boom!"

Immortal peaks around Wuji Immortal Sect trembled.

Both of them were outstanding people in the world, and the power they erupted was very terrifying. Even the overflowing pressure caused the foundation cultivators on the ground to kneel down. They felt that the aura of the two of them was amazing, and it was difficult for them to breathe for a while. The body shakes.

"Prince Dayan's strength is so amazing! He can draw with Situ Huan just after breaking through the Golden Core."

Watching the battle from a distance, Zi Yun was taking a pill on the ground, when Chen Jianshu saw the two people fighting, he was secretly startled.

They had consumed too much mana in the battle just now, so they could only rest temporarily.

Yu Qinghan stood beside her, her red lips were sparkling and moving, and her beautiful eyes were like flowing autumn mist, and said: "Situ Huan has fought us for a long time, and his physical strength and mana have not recovered. This is also one of the reasons, but even so, we must thoroughly Defeating Situ Huan is still a bit worse."

Zi Yun nodded in agreement: "Situ Huan, as a demon son of the Demon Sect, did evil and killed countless monks from the orthodox sect with bloody methods. This person looks elegant and dignified on the surface, but in fact he does everything. Many innocent people scattered Xiu Ye is often killed by him when he goes down the mountain, just to practice the 36 transformations of the Heavenly Demon, this person is the enemy of the Immortal Sect."

Chen Jianshu saw Zhao Huai's figure gradually unfolding a defensive posture high in the air, frowned, and said:

"No, Prince Yan doesn't have a weapon in his hand, and Situ Huan has more than one magic weapon on him, it's too disadvantageous."

Yu Qinghan also saw the change in the sky, worried in his heart, turned around and clasped his fists at the two true disciples and said:
"You two, can I borrow the sword to use it?"

"Of course it's okay to borrow a sword, but my sword has a strange shape, and most people may not be used to it." Chen Jianshu took out his emerald green snake-shaped sword.

"Use mine."

Zi Yun took the initiative to speak and handed out her purple spirit sword.

Yu Qinghan took the sword, took a look at it, and found that the sword was thinner and longer than ordinary swords, and there were incomprehensible lines engraved on the purple sword.

"This sword is called Zidian, it weighs three catties and ten taels, and it is four feet and nine inches long. I found it from the Jiange and recast it from a broken fairy sword. It can be used."

Zi Yun explained, explaining the origin of the spirit sword.

"Thank you."

Yu Qinghan nodded his thanks, then his figure escaped and shot towards the sky.

high in the air.

Zhao Huai had already sacrificed the eight-rank golden pill, struggling to resist the ghosts one after another.

"The eighth transformation of the demon, the demon god whispers."

Situ Huan was condescending, and phantoms overlapped one after another, and he let out a low drink.

A majestic ghostly shadow emerged, bigger than all the previous ghostly shadows.

"It's been a long time since I used this change, Zhao Huai, if you die from this trick, you deserve to die."

Situ Huan sneered directly.

In his heart, he was still shocked that Zhao Huai could fight him to this extent without the magic weapon of his destiny.

It can be seen that the power of the rank eight golden elixir is strong.

Zhao Huai narrowed his eyes, and suddenly sensed a danger from the void.

It has to be said that Situ Huan's strength is really strong. It stands to reason that he has just broken through, not to mention that the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, he should be invincible.

But in the end, he still suffered the loss of not having a magic weapon.

The Demon God Whisper condensed by Situ Huan devoured towards Zhao Huai with murderous intent.

Zhao Huai is not a fool, and immediately prepared to avoid the edge.

But soon he discovered that this phantom has been following him, unable to get rid of it at all, like a nameless cursed god, following you.

"Husband, take the sword!"

At this time.

There was a crisp sound in the air.

"Zheng!"

A simple flying sword flew towards Zhao Huai.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed the flying sword with his big hand.

Upon closer inspection, it was a thin sword with purple patterns.

After getting the flying sword, Zhao Huai's gaze suddenly became sharp, and his fighting spirit gradually boiled.

The sword intent on his body kept rising, and even the purple spirit sword in his hand emitted a frightening light.

The sword intent climbed to the extreme, and the swords in the hands of many Xianmen disciples trembled slightly, and the swords of the nine-story Jiange also let out bursts of humming.

They all moved in the direction of Zhao Huai.

At this moment, it was like ten thousand swords worshiping.

(End of this chapter)