Youth's Cultivation

Suddenly, there was a vast sea of complacency in front of him. He was completely stunned. Compared with the vast ocean, he was just a small Witch seeing a big witch. It was ridiculous that he was complacent and thought he was magnificent.

But soon, he flowed into the ocean, lost himself

After countless years, a drop of water jumped from the ocean, and his consciousness seemed to recover at this moment. I was just a drop of water

No, I don't know it's a drop of water. I'm a clear stream, a Pentium river, falling in this endless ocean. I'm the ocean!

But the sea is too big. A drop of water is a drop of water after all. There will never be a day in the sea.

Therefore, this drop of water began to integrate with. This time, it was not just a simple blend, but swallowed refining and took it as its own.

Day by day, year by year, I don't know how long it has passed. Wang Xiaohu feels that he has forgotten the years. When he habitually wants to devour it, he finds that he has dominated the vast ocean and has not deliberately devoured the integration.

Years are quiet. I don't know how long it has been. This vast ocean has fallen into a lonely and invincible realm. There is no enemy, no future, only long memories.

One day, he was tired of all this, but he was unable to change. In silence, he broke out. Rough waves, rivers and rivers, mountains and rivers were broken, and the once vast ocean burst into rain. He fell into rivers and the earth. His consciousness gradually sank, and only one drop still retained his wisdom. He remembered that he was just a drop of water

This drop of water flows in the river, melts into the sea, disperses in the heaven and earth, and turns into rain, carrying on its own reincarnation again and again.

Wang Xiaohu was immersed in the reincarnation of that drop of rain, but Ling Xuan's face gradually changed. What's the matter? Wang Xiaohu's breath is getting weaker and weaker. Even the flame in his body is extinguished, and only a trace of undetectable vitality is still running.

But if lingxuan calls, Wang Xiaohu cannot be awakened.

Renyuan pill, is this the horror of refining Renyuan pill? In the process of sinking, I forget myself, forget that I am a human alchemist, and regard myself as a pill, or a drop of medicine, a drop of water

Lingxuan dared not interrupt Wang Xiaohu forcibly for fear of something more uncontrollable.

On the 49th day of July and the 81st day of September, the liquid medicine in Wang Xiaohu's body had already been absorbed and refined, and his spiritual power had completely reached the level of fit state, but his mind was immersed in the reincarnation of that drop of water!

"Hey, kid, with his current strength, without thousands of years, how can he complete the Enlightenment of reincarnation..." in xuanhuang bead, the ancestor of Medicine Valley opened his eyes and said a very unhappy sentence.

However, the shameless dragon was full of confidence in Wang Xiaohu. "Xiao Chang, God will bet with you. This boy will wake up in three days!"

Xiaochang? Changsheng Dan is not Xiaochang

"Hum!" The ancestor of Medicine Valley was still full of resentment against the shameless dragon and ignored him.

The shameless dragon was bored, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he waited happily for his prophecy to come true.

One day, two days and three days, Wang Xiaohu still hasn't changed at all. The shameless dragon can't hang on his face. Is he wrong? Isn't this boy so bad?