Youth's Cultivation

"I, I can guard Qingyun sect and promise that no one will hurt Qingyun sect disciples!" What immortal Qingyang said is true.

Wang Xiaohu really doesn't want to invite an old ancestor back to Shifu, Shiniang and the whole Qingyun gate, because the real Qingyang immortal who has erased his memory will think that he is still the original ancestor! In case of danger, the old boy is greedy for life and afraid of death. It's not necessarily a good thing for the whole Qingyun gate. With Ling yuxu, Qingyun gate will be safe in a thousand years. Do you need someone else to guard it after a thousand years? In Wang Xiaohu's heart, although he is somewhat dissatisfied with Ling yuxu, Ling yuxu must be more reliable than Qingyang immortal!

"I don't trust this guy. When I leave here, I'll find a place to erase all his memories and let him start a new life. It's also worthy of this grandmaster!" Wang Xiaohu made a decision and left xuanhuangzhu.

A real life in Qingyang is lost. But he knows that this place has the final say of Wang Xiaohu, the Dragon God is another ox, and Wang Xiaohu says he asks him to drink tea, and he shut up. However, after countless years of experience, immortal Qingyang also has a weak view of life and death. One move is wrong and everyone loses. But there are no those things. I'm afraid he has turned into dust now! Hey!

From the hundreds of star charts, Wang Xiaohu looked for common orifices, and then connected them one by one, which was equivalent to connecting twelve new pulses to his Dantian.

However, there are only about 1000 orifices along with each one. There is less than one in Chengdu. It is a long way to go to get through all orifices!

After completing the construction of the twelve hidden veins, Wang Xiaohu began to practice again and condense the golden elixir.

Once again, Wang Xiaohu obviously felt that the speed of spiritual power entering the body was faster. Although it was less than one Chengdu, it really increased. Can the twelve hidden veins still increase the cultivation speed, which is good news!

With the passage of time, the spiritual power in Wang Xiaohu's body became stronger and stronger, and the spiritual spring was compressed to the extreme, like a vortex. It seemed that at a certain moment, the circling spiritual liquid changed qualitatively. At the most central position, there appeared a fire red ball, the size of a grain of rice, its color was red, emitting a light golden flame, and with the spiritual liquid circling in, The red golden elixir is growing slowly, but as a party, Wang Xiaohu feels obvious!

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In a flash, another three months later, Wang Xiaohu took a long breath and stood up to move his hands and feet. At the moment, in his Dantian, there was a red golden pill the size of a dragon eye suspended, surrounded by golden flames, which should be related to his absorption of a large number of Golden fireworks Saint lion's blood. The power of his spiritual fire seems to have increased a lot than before!

End, shut up and go out? Wang Xiaohu thought about it and sat back. A purple and golden pill exudes a strong aroma. Taking a breath makes Wang Xiaohu feel comfortable!

Yunling purple golden elixir can make the golden elixir improve three levels of accomplishments. Although it seems more cost-effective to wait until the golden elixir turns six, it will make the foundation more unstable. It is rare for Wang Xiaohu to practice for such a period of time and push the accomplishments to four turns of the golden elixir. Although it means to "help the seedlings grow", he estimates that he will have to run around for some time in the future, Moreover, there is a soul cutting formula. Wang Xiaohu doesn't worry about the instability of the foundation. When the golden pill turns nine, Zijin will certainly cut the soul once!

At the entrance of the golden elixir, the spiritual power this time is completely like a flood breaking the dike. It doesn't need Wang Xiaohu to refine and surge in. His golden elixir seems to encounter a great tonic and absorb these energy madly.

Three days later, Wang Xiaohu's golden elixir seemed to reach an extreme, with a crack, then two or three! Wang Xiaohu's face was slightly pale, and the golden elixir turned nine times. Each turn was a process of refining, breaking and then standing. This pain is inevitable.