Venerable Yuan

After a night of drunkenness and indulgence, Zhou Yuan devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cultivation of the Mysterious Saint Body on the second day.

Although he has now obtained the seven Cangxuan skills, it is obvious that only the Xuansheng body can be cultivated at the fastest speed. As for the other skills, he obviously does not have enough time to understand and practice them at the moment.

After all, Da Wu is already gathering a large army and is about to launch an attack on Da Zhou, and his father must be doing his best to delay time and look forward to his return.

So at this time, Zhou Yuan was fighting against every second, and he didn't have much time to waste.

Shengyuan Peak, back mountain.

On the water and fire dragon forging platform, Zhou Yuan was sitting cross-legged with his upper body bare. Then he looked at the hunched old figure on the edge of the cliff and said, "Mr. Xuan, please excuse me."

"Do you really want to advance to the fourth level?" Elder Xuan asked slowly, holding a bamboo broom.

There are eighteen levels in this water and fire dragon forging platform, and the intensity of each level is doubled. In the past, when Zhou Yuan practiced the Xiaoxuan Holy Body, he was only tortured to the point of excruciating pain at the first level. Now this Boy, I want to try the fourth level directly.

Zhou Yuan's eyes were firm and he nodded heavily.

The cultivation of Xuansheng Body is even more difficult. Even if he has the foundation of Xiaoxuan Saint Body, it is not as easy as imagined to really cultivate the Xuansheng Body.

In the meantime, he also needs to practice hard.

Although it would be extremely painful to try the fourth-level water-fire dragon forging platform, he should be able to bear it now.

Seeing this, Mr. Xuan was silent for a moment, his old face became solemn, and said: "Then you kid, be prepared, don't die on this water and fire dragon forging platform. Then, you, Da Zhou, will It’s really doomed.”

Zhou Yuan grinned and said: "I can't die!"

Elder Xuan said no more and flicked the bamboo broom in his hand.

Buzz!

The next moment, the ground here shook, and the river below the cliff also surged with huge waves.

The stone scales on the two stone dragons entwined on the giant peaks on both sides also lit up little by little at this time. Finally, two extremely violent torrents of water and fire source energy erupted from the dragon's mouth.

The whole world is half hot and half cold.

boom!

The torrent of water and fire erupted, and finally gathered at the place where Zhou Yuan was sitting cross-legged, directly submerging his body.

Zhou Yuan's body trembled violently at this moment, and the skin all over his body began to be torn apart at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood flowed down. However, he gritted his teeth tightly, and his face was twisted, with an extremely depressed expression. A roar came out.

Xuan Lao looked at the figure that was holding on tightly in the torrent of water and fire, holding the bamboo broom slightly tightly in his withered palm, ready to rescue at any time.

This kid can't really die here.

At the same time, he felt a little sigh in his heart, because even he didn't expect that the little guy in front of him would become the head of the Saint Son of Cangxuan Sect in just two years.

The most important thing is that he not only became the head of the Holy Son, but also became the first disciple in the history of Cangxuan Sect to combine the seven arts into one through the Holy War...

"If the master is still here, he will probably be happy that the sect has such a talented person..." Mr. Xuan murmured.

At the same time, on a mountain peak in the distance.

Yaoyao was sitting on a cliff, her slender legs sticking out of the cliff. Her jade legs were so white that they seemed to glow with crystal luster in the sunlight.

She shook her legs gently, and her eyes were looking at Zhou Yuan from a distance, who was roaring in pain while being in the torrent of water and fire.

Yaoyao gently rubbed Tuntun in her arms, pursed her red lips slightly, and said softly: "This battle belongs to him, and none of us can interfere."

Although she felt a little uncomfortable seeing Zhou Yuan training in such pain, Yaoyao understood very well that the battle with Wu Huang and Da Wu was Zhou Yuan's fateful battle.

Therefore, Cangxuan Sect did not forcefully participate in it and directly helped Zhou Yuan deal with King Wu. This was actually a good thing for Zhou Yuan.

Whether Wu Huang or King Wu, they are obstacles that Zhou Yuan must overcome on his path of cultivation, and he must overcome them himself. Only in this way can he truly get rid of the shadow that Da Wu once left him.

Only when he crushes all of this upright can his thoughts be truly understood, and his gaze will shift away from King Wu and cast in a farther direction.

Yaoyao is willing to help Zhou Yuan clear some obstacles, but she does not want to cause Zhou Yuan to lose his indomitable spirit because of her excessive help. Therefore, in the past two years, many times, she would rather stand behind Zhou Yuan in obscurity. Watching him overcome thorns and thorns, even though he was covered in scars because of this, the road to cultivation is already difficult. If Zhou Yuan wants to truly go further, even to the end of the path of Origin Qi, then he It must be so.

Especially this time...

Presumably, even Zhou Yuan himself would not be willing to let her get involved with Tun Tun.

Tuntun in his arms glanced at Zhou Yuan who was in the torrent of water and fire in the distance, and also wagged his tail, and then made a low sound.

"Do you think he will win..."

Yaoyaoyu held up a strand of blue hair hanging down her cheek, and a slight smile appeared on her red lips.

"That's for sure."

...

The practice in the back mountain never stopped for a day.

Zhou Yuan's painful low roar echoed in the back mountains every day from dawn until night fell. Even Elder Xuan was slightly moved by his resilience, and he vaguely understood why he was able to do something that the Cangxuan Sect disciples had not been able to do for so many years.

However, although Zhou Yuan suffered a lot of pain under the almost torturous temper of water and fire, he did not bear the pain in vain.

His body is getting stronger day by day.

The jade skin and silver bones of Xiaoxuan Holy Body are gradually facing the xuan jade skin, and the star silver bones begin to transform.

This transformation lasted for about half a month.

This day.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Mr. Xuan's eyelids suddenly twitched and he looked up at the intersection of water and fire. He saw a figure sitting cross-legged there, seemingly standing up slowly at this moment.

There was no Origin Qi emanating from his body. As his flesh and blood shook, the power of his body spread out, gradually pushing away the torrent of water and fire.

Roar!

The naked figure looked up to the sky and roared.

The roar was like thunder, echoing loudly, and the two torrents of water and fire suddenly burst apart.

boom!

As soon as he stamped his feet, his figure rushed up and landed heavily on the edge of the cliff. The boulder under his feet broke into pieces.

Elder Xuan looked around and saw that Zhou Yuan was filled with jade light at this time. The jade light was more crystal clear than before, and a power like a ferocious beast came from his body. It erupted like a flash flood.

When Mr. Xuan saw this, a look of relief appeared on his old face.

"Zhou Yuan, congratulations, you have truly cultivated the Mysterious Saint Body."

After nearly twenty days of hard training, Zhou Yuan finally transformed the Little Mysterious Saint Body he had cultivated into the Mysterious Saint Body!

Zhou Yuan felt the surging physical power in his body, and the light surged between his eyes. He could feel how strong his physical body was at this moment. Only at this moment could he truly be regarded as the most powerful physical person among the disciples of Cangxuan Sect of this generation. The strongest person.

Beyond Shang Chunqiu's physical body.

call.

Between Zhou Yuan's breath, white air spurted out, and he bowed to Mr. Xuan.

"When will we leave?" asked Mr. Xuan.

Now that Zhou Yuan's body has matured, he may not be able to bear it any longer.

"Tomorrow." Zhou Yuan said in a low voice with high-spirited fighting spirit in his eyes.

Elder Xuan hugged the bamboo broom and said with a faint smile: "Come back alive. You are the first disciple of our Cangxuan Sect in so many years to combine the seven arts into one. You still have a long way to go in the future. A small Dawu Dynasty , shouldn’t be your end.”

Zhou Yuan raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The setting sun was reflected in his eyes, like red flames burning.

King Wu, there are some things that don’t belong to you, Da Wu...

So, are you ready?