Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Chapter 408: A golden elixir is swallowed into my belly, and my fate is up to me.

The extremely cold light covers everything here, and frost is the only color.

Although Weasel had already anticipated and knew the horror here before entering this area, he still never thought that the weirdness of this place was far beyond his imagination!

He dug through the frozen ocean and entered the abyss, constantly experiencing the progressive cold, just to find time to adapt and repair, making it appear that he had fallen into this extreme cold.

And things were exactly as he expected. During that long period of time, it relied on its own strength to withstand almost all the extreme cold power.

Under the crushing force of this huge extreme cold force, he has been able to neutralize it all through his soul, and is almost not affected too much.

But at this time, another accident happened.

Click!

The power of extreme cold enveloped the surroundings and suddenly erupted without any warning, just like a blizzard suddenly blew up in the originally calm sky. Under the seabed, the originally violent and untamable power of extreme cold was like a volcano. Spurting covers all directions!

This scene happened too suddenly and too quickly, leaving the weasel completely unresponsive.

His body was immediately frozen together. There were originally wisps of flames entwining around him, but now they were frozen into ice cubes. Those crystal flames were as bright and transparent as if they were embedded in gems.

Not only that, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowing in his body seemed to have been pressed on the still button, and even his spirit was almost frozen.

"not good!"

Weasel was keenly aware of the complexity of this situation, because under the pressure of this extremely cold force, the vast spiritual sea in his body was gradually freezing!

The Zi Mansion high in the sky was slowly turning into the color of frost, as if it was about to be enveloped and submerged. A strong wind blew on the calm sea, and the power of death gradually spread over his body!

"Open it for me!"

The weasel roared, and when the situation was not good, he used his trump card without any hesitation, and used the secret method immediately!

The fire is boiling, the golden flames seem to have turned into gold, and the scorching temperature is burning the heaven and earth!

In the remains of the First Emperor, he found various magical powers, many of which were specifically designed to act on the spirit body, making his spirit body extremely powerful, incomparably tough, and unstoppable. Influenced by the outside world!

He originally wanted to use this magical power to deal with some god-level remnant souls. After all, those remnant souls are more of a spirit body than a kind of killing between bodies. If he can control them If it has weaknesses, perhaps it will be easier to deal with when facing a real war.

I didn’t expect it to come in handy in a place like this!

Along with Weasel's actions, runes one after another shone in his body, like brilliant golden torches, illuminating every corner of the spiritual sea!

Originally, under the invasion of that force, the territorial waters within his body were almost frozen. The thick extreme cold covered the sea surface and the thick heaven and earth spiritual energy below, making it almost impossible for him to mobilize the fluctuations of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, before he was completely frozen, he took action, ignited the blazing flames, and used magical powers to melt the extremely cold sharp ice. If he was really frozen by the extreme cold, his body alone would It is impossible to stop the erosion of the surrounding extreme cold, and the consequences will be absolutely disastrous.

At the same time, his body twisted again, his heart beat violently, and the extremely powerful Qi and blood began to become hot again, and one rune after another of consciousness flowed in his blood, like a Like another chisel, it shattered the frozen blood and veins, allowing the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth to continue to twist in his body.

"call"

The microcomputer was not completely lifted. Groups of spiritual flames were burning slowly, lifting the ice. However, the surrounding extremely cold atmosphere was eroding almost every moment.

All his five senses and spiritual senses were suppressed to the extreme by the white power of the extreme cold law, almost extinguished, and almost turned into a piece of ice.

In this despair, Weasel still persisted and refused to back down, using various magical powers and spells, as if he wanted to resist it all, but in the end he was frozen by this power and his spirit was broken.

Although these magical powers and spells can temporarily strengthen one's soul and consciousness, in the final analysis, they are just temporary secrets and magical powers that cannot always compete with these extreme colds.

But the weasel has no sense of taste, and he has other backup plans. He should have been stunned, but after his mental breakdown, the weasel did not die.

His spiritual origin seemed to explode, but in his forest, an ancient scroll emerged. It was the scroll of Nuwa from the ancient times!

This is definitely one of the most powerful treasures in the world. It was left by the great gods in ancient times. There is no need to express too much about the mysterious power in it.

It is precisely because of the paintings of Nuwa Empress here that Weasel can enter this area so boldly to practice and test here.

Although his mental strength is not enough to support the extreme cold around him, if he has the blessing of Nuwa Niang, he will not be afraid at all.

Empress Nuwa glowed, buzzing and shining. Under his powerful power, the exploding spiritual origins almost regained their vitality in just a short moment, ignited again, and were even more vigorous than before. .

However, the moment he recovered from life and death, Weasel took away the scroll of Nuwa and did not continue to resist according to his strength.

Because he remembered clearly that he came to this area to exercise, to obtain various magical powers and spells to improve and enter the golden elixir realm.

The picture of Nuwa is indeed strong enough to protect him from any danger, but that also loses the meaning of tempering himself.

First there was extreme heat, then extreme cold.

He is reshaping himself and reshaping himself between this constant alternation of hot and cold!

All kinds of noisy laws were intertwined in his mind, and the two extreme environments were constantly impacting him. At this moment, the weasel understood clearly.

If he just chooses between the extreme cold or the extreme heat, he may not be able to break through to the golden elixir realm and help him take the most critical step.

Although he has almost learned a lot of magical powers and spells, he still lacks a key point to master them.

All magical powers, spells and techniques must be integrated together before it is possible to take that step.

And the most critical step to take that step is to reshape yourself and reshape everything!

Because each of these ancient era cultivation methods is prepared for the most powerful cultivators.

After all, he became a monk halfway.

Not only him, but all the cultivators on the entire earth have become monks halfway and have no conditions to practice since childhood. Since then, their bodies have accumulated too many impurities.

It is constantly broken and reorganized here, and those magazines and cholera can be eliminated.

"After my spiritual body collapsed, it seemed to be stronger than before when it regrouped. It seemed that the impurities had indeed been removed."

The weasel's eyes lit up, vaguely aware of it.

Why does this mental body keep collapsing and reshaping like a piece of steel being repeatedly tempered, becoming more and more tough?

A large part of the reason why he cannot master the many magical powers and spells he currently masters is that they are inherently incompetent. Although each of these magical powers and spells are extremely powerful, he himself cannot exert his full strength, let alone master them.

In this case, if you can improve your fundamental understanding, there may be some benefits.

This method of removing impurities from the spirit body, soul, and body is an extremely effective means of improving one's understanding.

"I understand, does it mean that you have to switch back and forth between these two places?"

It occurred to Weasel that he was not a procrastinator.

I took action almost as soon as I thought of this method.

Sure enough, when he rushed out of the extremely cold realm and entered the scorching hot place where the lava was rolling, his soul couldn't bear it again and cracked.

But this time he persisted longer than before, and even the filth that separated after the collapse was less than before.

At the same time, his understanding and understanding of various magical powers and spells seemed to suddenly increase a lot, as if they were growing out of thin air.

Seeing this, Weasel finally understood that if you want to enter the Golden Core realm, you must reinvent yourself and improve your most fundamental understanding and root strength. People without sufficient talent cannot enter the Golden Core realm.

"This is simply abnormal. If there is no real leader, who can think of this step?"

The light in Weasel's eyes flashed. It was an incredible process to reach this point. He was constantly reshaping himself, his body and spirit. This was changing almost everything on his path of cultivation, and changing his original nature. The heel!

How many people have been able to do this kind of thing throughout the ages? Moreover, he is almost considered to be the top cultivator on earth. Even he is not qualified to advance to the golden elixir realm. Who else can be qualified?

"Is it possible that we have to let them all roll back and forth in this extreme cold and heat for a few times in the future?" Thinking of this, the weasel's scalp went numb. He is not a perverted sadist. His soul and body are constantly regenerating. The feeling of collapse and reorganization is really uncomfortable.

But given the current situation, there really aren't many options to choose from.

After cultivating this path, the further back you go, the harder it becomes. With transformation like his, constant sharpening of spirit, and almost Nirvana, you can barely move forward on this path. Although it is extremely painful, it is indeed broadening. A road is a great benefit.

And this kind of thing is really easy to say but difficult to do.

Who can do this process of constant collapse and rebuilding? Throughout the ages, it is simply impossible to be a person who is not a person of great perseverance.

And a place that can crush their spirits and souls at the same time is definitely not easy to find in this world.

Having found the right path and the real method, Weasel no longer hesitated and quickly practiced back and forth between the two places, sitting cross-legged back and forth.

Lava and fire burned his soul, and the cold heat shattered his body.

The weasel constantly transitions back and forth between the two, constantly collapsing back and forth, but each time he survives death.

And during this process, all kinds of impurities in his soul and body were gradually eliminated, like a piece of jade gradually dissipating all the bad things.

At the same time, the spells he had learned were being invisibly refined, and all kinds of insights poured into his mind as if they were free of money.

Originally, he couldn't find any way forward in cultivation, but now it was very clear in front of him, as dazzling as the sun in the starry sky. He just needed to keep moving forward.

A faint flame burned, slowly boiling in his Zifu.

These flames are constantly compressing and smelting everything around them, vaguely trying to form a singularity, an ancient elixir.

I don't know how long this devil-like life lasted. Even the weasels were tortured to death, and in the end they simply gave up.

I don’t know how long it lasted. After a long, long time, the weasel finally opened his eyes in the lava and extreme cold.

"This is the golden elixir realm, I seem to have reached it."

The fierce divine fire boiled, and at the same time, a brilliant golden light appeared above his head.

It seemed to be a small elixir, and its body showed the purest golden color.

And around it were unicorns roaring, fire flying, and ice dancing wildly, all spinning around the weasel.

It's as if these things are alive as spirits, resonating with the weasel's every breath.

The weasel sat cross-legged under the sea water, full of energy, and all kinds of magical powers condensed into a unicorn.

He felt like a flame was burning in his Purple Mansion, wrapping her endlessly in it. The insights over the years were like gods coming to the spiritual sea.

Is this the golden elixir realm? I succeeded and actually stepped into the legendary realm.

The weasel was breathing rapidly, almost unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

Who would have thought that before entering the ruins of the First Emperor, he just wanted to obtain a few magical powers and spells to get some help in the future war? Now it seems that the harvest this time far exceeds previous imagination.

"But it doesn't seem to be very stable. It can only be regarded as a half-step golden elixir."

Weasel noticed that the golden elixir in his body was very small, probably not even the size of a thumb. It was just the first one, like a young child, and still had a long way to grow.

"We should be able to find ways to consolidate it."

(End of this chapter)