Fairy

Wang Xian put his hands on the two big ears of the refining cauldron, pouring his true essence, urging the true essence to make the heavy water boil, and the water aura in the heavy water turned into small snakes and burrowed into the iron embryo of the fairy medicine hoe , nourishing the iron embryo.

Wang Xian's eyes were scattered at the beginning, and he became more focused. His gaze was fixed on the iron embryo, looking at every air bubble rising above, urging the true essence to blow away the air bubbles in the iron embryo, making the iron embryo more dense. uniform.

After ninety-nine and eighty-one procedures, the iron embryo is red all over, exuding steaming heat, and making a continuous sizzling sound.

"All the processes have been completed. Whether the iron embryo is even or not can be seen by hitting it with a thousand-hammer hammer." Wang Xian stared at the iron embryo, held a thousand-hammer hammer, and looked at the iron embryo that rushed out of the refining tripod, vigorously With a knock, there was a jingle, and the iron embryo shook, and the impurities were a little less, and it did not break or crack.

"The rudimentary form of the fairy medicine hoe has been successfully refined, and the rest depends on beating." Wang Xian's eyes flashed, and he reached out to take the iron embryo and put it on the thousand-hammered refining bed, and beat it with a thousand-hammered hammer.

The sound of jingling and beating echoed in the refining room. Gradually, Wang Xian entered the realm of selflessness and desire. He could only hear the simple jingling sound in his ears.

Wang Xianfu tapped the fairy medicine hoe again and again in his heart, and every time he tapped, a picture of what he had passed before would appear in front of his eyes, and the pictures of his life of more than [-] years emerged one by one.

Wang Xian completely forgot the time. He kept beating the fairy medicine hoe for five to twenty-five days, and entered a mysterious realm. On this day, there was no longer any picture in front of his eyes, only the aura exuding Immortal medicine hoe, and the hammer in his hand has been turned into powder.

A kind of perception lingered in his heart, his sea of ​​qi, returning to the sea, the weak stellar energy in the sea of ​​consciousness formed a circle, and began to breed stellar energy by itself, endlessly.

"Unknowingly, I have broken through the state of mind of the empowerment stage, reached the state of concentration, and stepped into the real stage." Wang Xian did not have the excitement of being promoted to the real stage, but his heart was abnormally calm.

He has imagined countless times the excitement and excitement when he stepped into the real stage, but he never thought that he would be so calm when he really stepped into the real stage. Maybe this is the state of mind that a true stage practitioner should have, joy and anger It does not appear in the color, and the color of Mount Tai collapses in front of the eyes without changing the color.

Empowerment, True God, Profound Ancestor, Primordial Spirit, Divine Ability, Asking, Conferred God, the seven realms are the paths pursued by a cultivator in his life. The practitioners at the empowerment stage are only the first glimpses of the way of cultivation, while the practitioners at the True Astral stage are only It can be regarded as truly stepping into the cultivation world and becoming a member of the cultivation world.

Wang Xian understands that he has only entered the True Astral Stage, and he is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the triple realm of the True Astral Stage, Condensing the Astral, Imbuing the Spirit, and leaving the soul. His next goal should be the Condensing Astral Realm.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and ten thousand years of practice begins in the present. Wang Xian understands the truth of cherishing every moment of the present, and did not rush forward. He stepped into the true stage, ended the retreat, and pushed open the refining room door, walked out with firm steps.

"Shopkeeper, you're out of customs." Song Zhong, dressed in fancy clothes, greeted Wang Xian with a smile on his face, and hurriedly urged: "The birthday banquet of Grand Master Song Daishan is today, and it's almost noon now. Time wasted."

Wang Xian smiled slightly, saw the golden carriage and the two unicorns parked in the backyard, and said: "Old Song, you are all ready, wait for me for a while, I will refine a piece for Master Song Gift."

"This is a waste treasure recovered by the shopkeeper during his retreat. Let's give it to the shopkeeper first." Song Zhong handed a storage bag to Wang Xian.

Wang Xian took the storage bag, swept it with his consciousness, and saw that there were a lot of waste treasures inside, one piece of waste treasure attracted his attention, and said with a smile: "That piece of waste treasure is being upgraded as Master Song's birthday present. suitable."

Stepping into the refining room again, after a cup of tea, Ji Xian came out, sacrificed the flying sword, stepped on the flying sword, and ordered Song Laojia