Chapter 130 of the Main Text Volume of Haoyu True Immortal: The Golden Bead Space. Just at the moment when Ice Smoke Stone was in hand, the golden beads suddenly appeared in the Dantian without any warning.

This bead is about the size of a Bigu Pill and has a soft light golden color.

In the one-inch space around it, a circle of strange purple thunder and lightning flashed around it.

Back then, he was so silent under the suppression of the boundless thunder calamity that he was about to lose his soul.

It was the thunder and lightning on the golden bead that quickly pulled away, and finally turned into a long rune whip, which forcefully dispersed the thunder and lightning.

Chen Ping still remembers this.

"Is there no further reaction?"

Chen Ping looked a little cautious, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then clamped the ice smoke stone between his two fingers and pressed it tightly against his abdomen.

However, at this moment, the golden beads in the Dantian made violent movements and began to spin rapidly.

As the speed of the golden bead became faster and faster, the lightning on the body fell off, like tentacles that were guided, and they wrapped around the ice smoke stone in an instant.

"呲呲"

In the blink of an eye, the ice smoke stone melted completely, like boiling snow, and was finally condensed into a drop of blue water.

"this......"

Chen Ping was frightened and subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

Ice smoke stone is a fourth-level ore!

Even if he advanced to Yuan Dan and used dry blue and purple flames, it would still take several years to melt the ice smoke stone.

If this lightning had hit him, he would have been annihilated on the spot.

At this time, the golden beads suddenly stopped rotating, and the lightning tentacles wrapped in the essence of ice smoke stone suddenly retracted, passed through Chen Ping's dantian, and sucked it into the body.

Then, streaks of golden light shot out from the beads, eventually forming a strange vortex about two inches in diameter.

There are tiny particles of colorful dust floating around the vortex, and they seem to follow a specific trajectory when swimming, which is extremely strange.

"boom!"

A huge roar suddenly sounded in the space of his mind, and Chen Ping felt a pair of big hands grab his proud soul, and then he was pulled into the vortex without any resistance.

An extreme darkness surrounded his sight, and a coolness from ancient glaciers came from the depths of his soul.

The soul power in his whole body was like ice stone that had not melted for thousands of years, solidified and stiff.

After thirty breaths, the chill in the soul dissipated, and a hazy light rose in the darkness.

In the dim light, Chen Ping discovered that he was stepping on a piece of brown soil, which looked ordinary.

Taking himself as the starting point, outside the space of ten feet, he could not see the scenery in any direction around him.

Because this space was covered with a thick layer of pale golden mist, no matter how much his consciousness penetrated, he could not extend it.

"Could this be the Golden Pearl Space?"

Chen Ping glanced around and saw that the surrounding area was empty, with nothing but dirt.

"Senior Jinzhu?"

Chen Ping's heart moved, and he tentatively sent a soul message to nearby people.

However, what responded to him was a long silence, as quiet as death.

For a moment, Chen Ping frowned.

He was at his wits' end, and he had never been so clueless about anything as he was today.

But he had a strong intuition that this space was far wider than imagined.

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping became certain in his eyes and used his spiritual consciousness to slowly approach the edge of the thick fog.

Five feet, three feet, two feet, one foot.

The closer you get to that critical point, the harder it will be.

It's like stepping into a muddy swamp, every small step requires a lot of strength.

When he reached the edge, a strong squeezing feeling came from all directions. At this moment, Chen Ping seemed to be surrounded by a closed bubble, his head was swollen to the point of bursting, and his soul flickered.

"open!"

Chen Ping gathered his consciousness, slapped his palm on the thick layer of fog, and punched it hard, and a big hole suddenly appeared.

A dazzling light shone from the hole. Regardless of the weakness of his soul, Chen Ping stepped forward and crossed over.

After stopping his body firmly, he took stock of everything around him.

The ground beneath my feet was still the same brown soil as before, but there were three and a half people-high transparent light shields upside down on the ground.

Glancing around, what was floating inside turned out to be pieces of golden book pages.

There are six leaves floating in the mask on the left, seven leaves in the middle, and nine leaves on the far right!

These pages are about the size of a palm, each trailing a light red stream.

"Is it the legendary golden-patterned leaf?"

Chen Ping murmured in his mouth, and there was a storm in his heart.

This world has been open for thousands of years, and there are countless techniques and secret techniques that have been handed down.

According to the strength of the power, it is divided into four levels: red, yellow, black and sky.

Each major level is subdivided into lower level, middle level, and upper level.

Chi, Huang, Xuan, including most of the heavenly skills are basically recorded in classics, jade slips, and even monster animal skins.

But the upper level Tianpin is a special existence.

This level of skill touches the foundation of heaven and earth and seizes the destiny of creation. It is almost a divine thing that towers over this world.

Often every word is difficult to understand and contains thousands of variations.

Thousands of words combined, there are endless annotations.

Even for extremely talented monks, it usually takes hundreds or even thousands of years to master a heaven-level advanced skill.

No matter how ordinary people are with ordinary qualifications.

As a result, the golden pattern leaf was born.

The true body of the Golden Pattern Dharma Leaf is the True Yang Sycamore Leaf.

The True Yang Wutong Leaf is a sixth-level divine item.

Because it has the magical power of evolution and the effect of manifesting laws, the value of each piece will not be less than an Infant Transformation Pill!

The god-transformation monks who intend to pass down the high-level skills of the heavenly level can choose to leave their cultivation insights and experiences in the sycamore leaves and seal them.

It will not dissipate within a hundred thousand years.

This is the origin of the golden pattern leaves.

It doesn't mean that you can't understand the heaven-level advanced skills without the golden leaves.

But absorbing the golden pattern leaves is like having a powerful monk who is proficient in this technique teach it personally, and the cultivation process will be improved a thousand times.

Shadow beads also have this effect, but it is not as miraculous as one ten thousandth of the golden leaves.

There was a milky white ball of light floating on each mask. Chen Ping's consciousness carefully sank in, and he immediately got a detailed introduction.

"Array-Breaking Immortal Thunder Technique!"

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed, and his expression immediately became extremely moved.

He guessed correctly, what was suppressed in the light mask was actually the golden-patterned Faye.

With great shock and horror, Chen Ping came into contact with the other two balls of light.

"Taiyi Yan Divine Technique!"

"Xuan Nu Dian Feng Gong!"

"Three advanced heavenly skills!"

Chen Ping's eyes had become numb. He stood quietly, seeming to have forgotten everything.

"Twenty-two True Yang Wutong leaves, twenty-two Infant Transformation Pills!"

Suddenly, Chen Ping's eyes turned red and he roared crazily.
Chapter completed!