Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

call!
Su Bai swallowed all the alchemy energy floating in the room with his long breathing.

Between his lungs, it turned into a round little pill.

He slowly stretched his muscles and bones, making crackling sounds, and the abundant blood flowed through his body, nourishing his flesh, blood and organs.

call!
He pinched it gently with his five fingers, and the air slowly flowed out from his fingertips like soft water, creating ripples one after another.

As the ripples spread, the dust floating in the air was shattered into smaller particles.

Su Bai's eyes were bright, not cloudy at all, as bright as stars:

"It's done."

For ordinary people, these elixirs can be reborn, but if they want to condense their true forms, they are far from enough.

But for him, it was enough.

The more you know how to practice and the more talented you are, the more you can achieve greater achievements with fewer resources.

For geniuses, they can not only absorb more refining resources quickly, but also need less and gain more.

Only this kind can be called a genius.

How can a monk who has accumulated resources purely be considered a genius?
Of course, Su Bai didn't think that he was a genius.

But his vision is extremely high, his cultivation is good, and his foundation is deep.

Whether it is his understanding of cultivation or the efficiency of refining resources, he far exceeds the so-called genius in the ordinary sense.

It's a pity that this body was reborn from his blood. Ninety-nine percent of the blood in his body was crushed by that finger.

If you want to fully recover, this little pill energy can't make up for it.

But despite this, anyone can see at a glance that he has been completely transformed.

After the elixir energy in the room dissipated, Ye Yangfeng also came back to his senses:

"senior!"

"You, you...have you condensed your true form?"

He couldn't believe it.

When he was young, he was often immersed in medicinal liquids, and there was a dedicated person to massage his muscles and bones every day.

Moreover, he has been learning the Twelve Dragon Fist for as long as he can remember.

But it wasn't until he was 17 years old that he condensed his true form.

And among Ding Haicheng, this is considered a top-notch talent, but it's just not as good as those geniuses who have visions.

But even people with extraordinary talents, such as Chi Yunxian, Lin Longxiang, Wu Qingyun and others, only condensed their true forms after they were three years old.

But the senior in front of me...

There was no guidance, no inheritance, and my skills were seriously injured.

But in just over 20 days, the true form was condensed! ?
"It's just the beginning."

Su Bai slowly exhaled, and the silvery air flowed out from the window, turning into a ball of white smoke and exploding in the courtyard, swirling around the entire courtyard.

Looking up again, his face was smooth and warm, and every pore was tightly closed.

Each world's system has its own uniqueness. The system of the Xianwu Heavenly Realm that has been passed down for tens of millions of years is indeed perfect to an extreme.

In terms of physical fitness alone, it can be called a first-class cultivation system.

The transformation of the condensed true form starts from the inside out and involves all aspects.

Once achieved, both physical strength and lifespan will be significantly increased.

Its significance will not be inferior to breaking through the extraordinary realm.

And because of the gap in condensing the true form, as well as the gap in talent potential, the strength of the form-refining realm is also very different.

In terms of strength alone, the weakest ones only have the power of nine cows and two tigers, but the strong ones in the form refining realm may have the power of twelve dragons!

The difference is simply indescribable.

With the same true form, the disparity in strength and weakness may be even greater than the gap between the extraordinary realm and ordinary people.

In the Xianwu Heavenly Realm, only by condensing the true form can one truly enter the path of cultivation.

"If you want to truly condense it, you won't be able to succeed overnight."

Su Bai glanced at Ye Yangfeng.

After a day and night of nourishing with Dan Qi, Ye Yangfeng's injuries also improved slightly, but the change could be said to be minimal compared to his own.

"Senior, you don't want to cultivate only one realm."

Ye Yangfeng shook his head.

He could tell that the senior's condensed form of the galaxy had extremely high intentions, its shape was huge, and its upper limit was naturally extremely high.

In fact, tens of millions of years ago in the Immortal Martial Heaven Realm, the only way to practice was the Form Refining Realm.

A person who has cultivated to the ultimate peak is the most terrifying power, a king, and even a deity who can overwhelm the sea of ​​stars!

But if you only cultivate one realm, it will be too difficult, consume more resources, and the speed will naturally be slower.

Almost all people who are not extremely talented have no great achievements.

Therefore, within tens of millions of years, some great masters have expanded to the ninth step of cultivation based on the form refining realm.

"Of course I won't just cultivate in one realm."

Su Bai nodded.

The nine realms of the Immortal Martial Heaven Realm are the result of tens of millions of years of martial arts changes.

Behind every step of transformation are countless legends of outstanding people.

Wouldn’t it be a waste to cultivate one realm alone?

Moreover, as long as he condenses the true form, he can use his experience points to quickly break through to the ninth level of the form refining realm, and there is no need to practice slowly.

"That's good."

Ye Yangfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He is really afraid of this senior and wants to cultivate alone.

A person who is at the top of one realm can naturally become a king and dominate, but any realm among the nine steps of cultivation is the essence of martial arts developed by countless talented people.

In ancient times, those powerful overlords cultivated one realm alone because there was only one realm.

But today's martial arts road has nine levels in total, and it would be too foolish to insist on cultivating one level alone.

The two of them exchanged a few words, mostly Su Bai talking and Ye Yangfeng listening.

The Twelve Dragon Fist that Ye Yangfeng originally practiced was not very good.

Su Bai speculated that the person who created that boxing technique was so accomplished in boxing that even if he did a somersault, he could not touch his own knees.

However, some of the principles of boxing also have some effects, so they cannot be discarded easily.

In particular, Ye Yangfeng has more than 20 years of attainments in this boxing technique.

Therefore, Su Bai spent some merit points and started to deduce based on this Twelve Dragon Fist.

call!
Ye Yangfeng crossed his legs and closed his eyes, only to feel a slight chill between his eyebrows. It was Su Bai's finger that touched his eyebrows.

"Deduction!"

Su Bai muttered to himself in his heart.

This was the first time that he had used his deduction ability on other people.

Since he emptied the poisonous spiritual energy and saved countless living beings, his current merit points have reached tens of millions.

Therefore, he naturally didn't care at all about this consumption.

hum!
The next moment, Ye Yangfeng's heart was slightly shaken, and he felt a ray of light suddenly bursting out from the void in his mind.

This ray of light was not very strong, but as it flashed through his mind, it was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

It seems to be the first light that opened up in the universe.

The eternal darkness ends now!
Roar!
Then, there was a shocking dragon roar and a sudden explosion.

As the dragon's roar spread, the pores all over Ye Yangfeng's body began to relax, and his scalp became numb.

And in the moment when the golden light burst out, a majestic dragon evolved and danced in his heart.

The terrifying coercion and high-spirited spirit of that divine dragon made Ye Yangfeng's mind intoxicated for a moment.

He felt that this was the real dragon!

And this is just the beginning.

Roar!
Roar! !

The next moment, dragon roars emerged one after another from the void.

Dragons are entrenched in the sea of ​​​​mind, or sneaking in the abyss, or leaping in the sky...

Dragons have hundreds of forms and a hundred kinds of majesty.

At this time, many postures of Shenlong seemed to appear in Ye Yangfeng's mind at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, ten thousand dragons roared!
Between the vertical and horizontal intertwining, in Ye Yangfeng's heart, it gradually turned into a brilliant and brilliant sun!

The Great Sun True Dragon Fist!
In a trance, the essence of boxing skills filled Ye Yangfeng's mind, describing the various changes in the boxing path.It was like the ancient Heavenly Lord and the Holy Emperor were preaching in front of him, making Ye Yangfeng's heart tremble.

Senior, he...could he not be the Holy Emperor, the Heavenly Lord?
After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

The way Ye Yangfeng looked at Su Bai had changed dramatically.

If it were not for the 9000 million years since ancient times, there had never been a similar flower, and the ancient Holy Emperor, Heavenly Lord, Heavenly Emperor and other overlords would never have reappeared.

He almost thought that the senior in front of him was the reincarnation of Gu Tianzun.

This method is too terrifying!

But even so, a trace of deep awe inevitably flashed through his heart.

Such boxing skills have surpassed his imagination...

"This Great Sun True Dragon Fist is just a shape. How you want to perfect it depends on yourself."

Su Bai said something, then took out more than 100 Condensing Pills from the wooden box and threw them to Ye Yangfeng.

Then, he put all these wooden boxes into the Qiankun Bag.

He has not pushed this boxing technique to its peak.

First, he knows very little about the techniques in this world. If he continues to forcefully deduce them, he will naturally consume more merit points.

Secondly, for Ye Yangfeng, too perfect skills are not a good thing, but a kind of strangulation.

A perfect skill is enough to cover up all the aura of a person.

If Ye Yangfeng had obtained the perfect method, he probably wouldn't take the initiative to study boxing on his own.

This is not a good thing for subsequent practice.

In addition, he can't continue his cultivation and create perfect methods for Ye Yangfeng one after another, right?
The path of spiritual practice ultimately depends on oneself.

call!
He didn't pay attention to the thoughts in Ye Yangfeng's mind and slowly closed his eyes.

"call!"

Ye Yangfeng took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart.

He pinched the Condensing Pill and returned to his room.

He was so excited that he forgot about it for a moment.

The countless pills he had exchanged for were all collected by Su Bai.

hum!
After Su Bai closed his eyes, many spiritual imprints appeared in his mind.

That was the spiritual imprint he obtained from the many magic weapons and magic weapons in the Treasure Pavilion.

These spiritual imprints contain the cultivation insights of the original master of magical weapons and magical weapons.

The martial arts practice in the Xianwu Heaven Realm has reached its peak, whether it is a magical weapon or a magical weapon.

They all contain many insights from the users.

Ninety percent of these many magic weapons and magic weapons are all kinds of swords, guns and clubs, and only a few of them look like seals or small tripods.

"These insights are of some use."

Su Bai slowly closed his eyes.

The monks in the Immortal Martial Heaven Realm are kings with their physical strength, and their strong physique blocks the leakage of their spirit to some extent.

If he hadn't been to Zhenbao Pavilion before, it would not have been an easy task for him to obtain these spiritual imprints.

……

Dinghaicheng is a large city that stretches three thousand miles from east to west and more than five thousand miles from north to south. It is like an ancient divine beast crawling in the wilderness.

Nine major rivers, including the Chilong River, surround it.

This is the capital city of Dinghai Mansion and one of the oldest royal cities in Dongzhou.

The Tianwu Kingdom is also the only dynasty with two royal cities among the hundreds of dynasties in Eastern Continent.

Dinghaicheng is also known as the Western Capital.

This city has a large population and endless prosperity.

Although it was only early in the morning, it was already crowded.

The voices of millions of people woke up this huge city that had been sleeping all night.

And it's time for Yanyun Pavilion at the corner of Nancheng to close its doors for a rest.

"Uncle Wan."

Boom!Boom!
A female voice with a long tail tone sounded together with the knock on the door.

He woke up thousands of dragons who had stayed all night in the pile of rouge and powder.

"It's three o'clock in the morning, it's time for you to get up. The man outside the door has been waiting for you all night."

"Let him wait."

Surrounded by pink arms and jade legs, thousands of dragons stretched themselves out:
"It's just a dog of the Lin family, so what if we let him wait outside for another ten days and a half?"

As he stood up, the seven or eight women in Yingying Yanyan got up to change their clothes one after another, regardless of the soreness all over their bodies, as if their bodies had been abused by elephants all night.

Gray outfit, boots, a straw hat...

These things together formed a middle-aged man with a lazy face, a slender figure, and a strong body.

"Grandpa, go slowly."

Several women were scantily clad, with unstoppable sleepy looks on their delicate faces.

"Who said I'm leaving?"

Wan Qianlong sat in front of the table and tapped lightly: "Yun'er, why are you even skipping the food and drinks?"

"Where you dare, where you dare!"

Outside the door, a middle-aged woman who still retains her charm pushed the door open and immediately said with a smile:

"It's just that we can't afford to offend Mr. Lin. If you want ten tables and eight tables tomorrow, we have them too, and we'll give them to you too!"

As he spoke, he motioned to the women in the room to get out quickly.

Several women, as if granted amnesty, immediately hurried out of the room.

There was only one girl who was pretty and very similar to a middle-aged woman. She walked the slowest, limping.

"Oh, time makes people old!"

Wan Qianlong shook his head slightly, looked at the woman in front of him, and sighed: "Forty years ago, when I came here, your mother was only twenty-eight years old. Now, you are not too young."

"Master, you will never grow old."

Looking at the thousands of dragons that Yingwu looked like 40 years ago, with no trace of time left behind, the middle-aged woman also had a somewhat complicated expression on her face.

Even with today's world, not everyone can practice it.

Three or four generations of them have worked in Yanyun Pavilion for almost 60 years, isn't it just to enable future generations to embark on that path of cultivation?
But how can it be so easy for poor people to change their lives?
"The ancient Holy Emperors and Heavenly Lords will all decay and die, let alone my thousands of dragons."

Wan Qianlong shook his head and sighed:

"That's all, for the sake of your grandparents and grandchildren serving me together for 40 years, let the Lin family's puppy come in."

"Thank you Lord Wan for your great kindness."

The middle-aged woman immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

After a while, the pale Lin San walked into the house: "Lin San has met Uncle Wan!"

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still look like you!"

Facing Lin San's compliment, Wan Qianlong snapped his fingers impatiently:

"Say something quickly, fart if you have something to say!"

Lin San lowered his head, covering the anger in his eyes, and immediately said respectfully: "Go back to me, sir, there is a fat sheep in Chishui City!"

"Oh?"

Wan Qianlong took off his straw hat and his eyes lit up:
"How fat?"

"Even if it is only 500%, it will be enough for you to live in Yanyun Pavilion for [-] years."

Wan Qianlong narrowed his eyes:
"is it?"

……

Lin's Mansion is located in the north of Dinghai City, only ten miles away from the City Lord's Mansion. It covers a vast area, has thousands of servants, and has as many pavilions as a forest.

In an exquisite pavilion in front of a huge artificial lake, Lin Longbai threw fish food into the water and looked down at the golden carp chasing after each other in the lake.

Then, he asked casually:
"Then the old nymphomaniac agreed?"

"Back to the Second Master, the old nymphomaniac didn't say anything. It's just that he accepted the pill that the Second Master gave him."

Lin San knelt down behind him with a low eyebrow, her face full of shame, and she asked anxiously:
"Second Master, will that old bastard also take something and not do anything for us?"

"If you don't say it, you just agreed."

The corners of Lin Longbai's mouth raised with a cold smile:

"My things are not that easy to get!" (End of Chapter)