Mysterious God-level Scan

in the room.

Ye Zi Cang waved his hand and stepped down to isolate the breath.

With a flip of the white palm, the entry card appeared in Ke Yeecang's hand.

"Open the entry card, I want to go back."

"Yes, Master."

next moment.

Colorful swirls are here.

Ye Cang stepped into it.

Pavilions and pavilions, in a small courtyard.

Ye Zi Cang's figure slowly appeared.

"The air here is still good."

Take a deep breath.

Feeling the difference between heaven and earth, he laughed softly.

Immediately, Ye Zi Cang sat on top of the jade.

On the delicate face, there is a restrained cynical look, and there is a touch of determination.

"Turn on the nine-turn forging base!"

That's right, the reason why Ye Zicang returned to Jingyue Palace was to cultivate earlier.

That whirring sleep was just to wait for the people of the Yan clan to come.

And since he found it, Ye Zi Cangbian couldn't wait to return to Jingyue Palace.

Although Ye Zicang is usually cynical, he doesn't care about anything.

But once cultivation is related, it will be impatient.

Dripping water through stone is not a day's work.

If you don't advance, you will retreat.

Ye Cang understands these principles.

Even with the help of the system, Ye Ye Cang knew that he couldn't be lazy.

The voice fell.

In an instant!

A look of pain appeared on Ye Zi Cang's delicate face.

However, there is tenacity between the eyebrows!

A majestic and overwhelming heat flow slammed into Ye Zicang's body.

Even the soul has brilliance shining.

Nine turns forging the foundation, nine times forging the foundation, the foundation of everything.

For a metaphor.

The foundation before you was a river, and after the nine-turn forge foundation, it will be a vast ocean.

Incomparable.

Because of this, the pain is doubled, but it has strengthened my foundation.

After the nine turns, there will be no one in God who can match the strong foundation of Ye Zicang.

Just like the ancient immortal mountain looking down on the mountains.

Time passed slowly and slowly.

Endless perspiration soaked Ye Zi Cang's back, and even the filth of Ye Zi Cang's body could be seen faintly discharged.

The ultimate sublimation!

Ye Zicang is like a little god king who came into the world, immortal forest mortal.

Dao Dao misty, vast breath lingering.

one month, three months

Half a year passed slowly.

"boom!!"

A burst of shocking waves broke through the wall.

Ye Zicang roared in his mouth.

The sound of howling is strong, deterring nine heavens and ten places.

Its sound spreads, penetrates the restriction of the small courtyard, and ripples