After a night of alcoholism and indulgence, the next day, Zhou Yuan directly devoted himself to the cultivation of Xuan Sheng Body.

Although he has obtained the Cang Xuan Seven Techniques, it is obvious that only the Xuan Saint Body can he cultivate as fast as possible. As for the other Techniques, he obviously does not have enough time to comprehend and practice.

After all, Dawu is now gathering in large armies and is about to launch an attack on the Great Zhou. I believe his father is also trying his best to delay time and look forward to his return.

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

Shengyuan Peak, Back Mountain.

On the water and fire dragon forging platform, Zhou Yuan sat cross-legged with his upper body naked. Then he looked at the hunched old figure on the edge of the cliff and said, "Old Xuan, please trouble you."

"I really want to upgrade to level 4?" Old Xuan asked slowly with a bamboo broom in his hand.

There are eighteen levels of water and fire dragon forging platform, and the intensity of each level doubled. In the past, when Zhou Yuan practiced Xiaoxuan Holy Body, he was only the first and second level, and he tortured him torture. Now this kid is going to try the fourth level directly.

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

The cultivation of the Xuan Sheng Body is even more difficult. Even if he has the foundation for the small Xuan Sheng Body, it is not as easy as he imagined to really cultivate the Xuan Sheng Body.

In this case, he also needs to practice hard.

Although it is extremely painful to try the Level 4 Water and Fire Dragon Forging Platform, he should be able to withstand it now.

Seeing this, Old Xuan was slightly silent, his old face also became solemn, and said, "Then you guys, be prepared, don't die on this water and fire dragon forging platform. Then, your Great Zhou will be dead."

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

Old Xuan didn't say much, and gently whipped the bamboo broom in his hand.

Buzz!

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

The two stone dragons wrapped around 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 air erupted out 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 in the place where Zhou Yuan sat cross-legged, directly submerging his body.

Zhou Yuan's body trembled violently at this time, and the skin on his body began to be torn at a speed visible to the naked eye. Blood flowed down, but he gritted his teeth tightly. His face was twisted, and a low growl that was extremely suppressed came out.

Old Xuan looked at the figure that was standing firmly in the torrent of water and fire, and his dry palms slightly held the bamboo broom, ready to rescue him at any time.

This kid can't really die here.

At the same time, he also sighed in his heart, because even he didn't expect that the little guy in front of him would become the head of the saint of Cang Xuan Sect in just two years.

The most important thing is that he not only became the leader of the Holy Son, but also became the first disciple in the history of Cang Xuanzong to gather the seven techniques of the saint war...

"If the master is still there, I will probably be happy that such a genius has emerged..." Old Xuan murmured.

Meanwhile, on a mountain in the distance.

Yaoyao sat on a cliff, her slender legs stretched out from the cliff, her jade legs were white, and she seemed to be shining with a crystal luster under the sunlight.

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

Yaoyao gently rubbed the tantrum in her arms, pursed her red lips and said softly: "This battle belongs to him, and we can't interfere."

Although she felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Zhou Yuan practicing so hard, Yaoyao understood very well that the battle with Wu Huang and Dawu was Zhou Yuan's fateful battle.

Therefore, Cang Xuanzong did not forcefully participate in it and directly helped Zhou Yuan to solve the problem of King Wu. This was actually a good thing for Zhou Yuan.

Whether Wuhuang or Wu Wang, it was an obstacle that Zhou Yuan had to overcome on his cultivation path, and he had to overcome it himself. Only in this way could he truly get rid of the shadow that Dawu once left to him.

Only when he crushes all this upright can his thoughts be truly understood, and his eyes will shift from King Wu and turn to a farther direction.

Yaoyao was willing to help Zhou Yuan clear some obstacles, but she didn't want Zhou Yuan to lose his indomitable spirit because of her excessive help. So in the past two years, many times, she would rather stand behind Zhou Yuan silently and watch him overcome all obstacles. Even if he was covered in scars, the road to cultivation was already difficult. If Zhou Yuan wanted to truly go further, or even at the end of the path of source energy, he had to do this.

Especially this time...

I guess even Zhou Yuan herself would not be willing to get involved with Tuantun.

In his arms, he looked at Zhou Yuan, who was in the torrent of water and fire in the distance, shook his tail and then made a low sound.

"Do you think he will win..."

Yaoyaoyu put up a strand of black hair that fell on her cheeks, and a slight smile appeared on her red lips.

"Of course that's for sure."

...

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

Zhou Yuan's painful roar echoed the back mountain every day since that day, until the night fell.

Even Old Xuan was slightly moved by his resilience, and he understood in his heart a little, why he could do something that the disciples of Cang Xuan Sect had never done for so many years.

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

His body is stronger every day.

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

This transformation lasted for about half a month.

This day.

Xuan Lao, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, suddenly shook his eyelids, and he looked up at the intersection of the torrents of water and fire, and saw that the figure sitting cross-legged there seemed to be slowly standing up at this time.

There was no source energy emitted from his body. As the blood and flesh vibrated, the power of the body spread out, which gradually pushed away the torrent of water and fire.

roar!

The figure with its upper body was suddenly whistling to the sky.

The roar was like thunder, echoing with a bang, and the two torrents of water and fire suddenly collapsed.

boom!

As soon as he stomped his feet, his figure rushed up and landed heavily on the edge of the cliff. The huge rocks under his feet jumped and broke.

Old Xuan looked at him and saw that at this time, Zhou Yuan was circulating with his jade light. The jade light was more crystal clear than before. A force like a ferocious beast erupted from his body like a mountain torrent.

Seeing this, a hint of relief appeared on his old face.

"Zhou Yuan, congratulations, you have truly cultivated the Xuan Holy Body."

After nearly twenty days of hard practice, Zhou Yuan finally completely transformed the little Xuan Saint Body he had cultivated into the Xuan Saint Body!

Zhou Yuan felt the surging physical strength in his body, and the light surged between his eyes. He could feel the strength of his physical body at this moment. Only at this moment could he be truly considered the strongest person among the disciples of Cang Xuan Sect.

Transcends Shang Chunqiu's body.

call.

During Zhou Yuan's breath, a white air spurted out, and he saluted Lao Xuan.

"When will you leave?" asked Lao Xuan.

Now that Zhou Yuan's body has been formed, I'm afraid he can no longer hold it back.

"Tomorrow." Zhou Yuan's eyes were filled with high fighting spirit and he said in a low voice.

Old Xuan held the bamboo broom and smiled lightly: "Come back alive. You are the first disciple of my Cang Xuan Sect to gather seven techniques in all these years. Your future is still far away. A small Dawu Dynasty should not be your end."

Zhou Yuan raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The sunset reflected in his pupils, like red flames burning.

King Wu, some things do not belong to your great martial arts...
Chapter completed!