At a height of thousands of feet, white clouds were moving rapidly at the foot of Tangcheng. The cold wind roared and roared. A thick layer of frost quickly formed on the wind and thunder wings, becoming extremely heavy.

Suddenly, a ray of lightning spread rapidly like a net on the surface of the purple-green winged body, and in an instant, it smashed the thick frost. However, the ice was born and destroyed, endless, and no one could withstand such consumption.

[The Master is above, victory or defeat is here!]

[Ah, the child's words are unpredictable, the strong wind blows away! I must have succeeded in one go, so how could I say "failed"?]

After cheering himself up for a while, Tang Cheng flapped his wings, like an arrow from a string, shot into the Nine Heavens Glorious Wind.

Unlike the cold outside, the nine-day gale wind is as warm as spring, as if taking a hot bath in the nine-day cold weather, it feels so comfortable that people can't help but moan.

Water is soft, so it can be hard.

As soon as he entered the Nine Heavens Gangfeng, Tang Cheng felt a needle-like qi invasion around his body quickly. The magic tricks to protect him were useless, and the pervasive infiltration made people shudder.

The higher you go, the thicker you feel, as if you jumped from the soft spring breeze into the steaming hot spring. When you reach the ninth floor, it feels like you are trapped in the volcanic mud, with fatal murderous intent hidden in the gentleness.

The difference between the nine-level gale wind is very obvious, but it is not as clear as Tang Cheng imagined. Each layer is an insurmountable obstacle. On the contrary, there is no obvious dividing line between each other. It can be said that every cultivator in the Yuan Liquid Stage can charge to the ninth level of gale wind to ignite the true talisman.

However, this is not the case. Not everyone dares to enter the ninth level of Gangfeng to form pills. In statistics, less than one-tenth of all cultivators in the cultivation world will penetrate into the Nine Heavens Gangfeng to form pills, while less than half of them will succeed.

There is great danger here.

The power that a monk can accommodate is limited. If it is not as good as a day for more than ten years, polishing the acupoints bit by bit makes it more tough and can accommodate more Yuan liquid; if there is no strong body that can accommodate the powerful Yuan Dan, then ignite the true talisman in the ninth layer, the only consequence is that the whole body bursts and collapses, and is transformed into the most fundamental Yuan Qi by this gale. The clear energy dissolves in the gale wind, the turbid energy descends, and falls under the white clouds.

Only the most powerful magic weapon can last forever in the gale wind. There are rumors that someone picked up the magic weapon of an ancient monk in the gale wind, and his strength increased dramatically.

Of course, this probability is even more sad than buying lottery tickets in later generations.

"scold!"

Tang Cheng calmed down and shouted lightly, and the thought moved and the talisman was ignited.

The White Cloud Talisman of Chasing Wind was ignited without wind in an instant. In a blink of an eye, the Dantian was like an insatiable Taotie, madly devouring the Yuanli. The Yuanli in the acupoints was just like a big river entering the sea, pouring into the Dantian, but it could not cause any turmoil.

The Taoist true talisman is burning, but there is a layer of purple smoke like the morning glow that rises from the morning, colorful and colorful.

In an instant, the primordial power of the 365 acupoints was evacuated. However, the true talisman in the dantian had just burned one tenth, and the glass-like texture obviously made it burn for an extra long time.

Once the Yuan power is exhausted, the innate clear energy flows backward from the bridge of heaven and earth, and its momentum is like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, pouring into the heart.

In the blink of an eye, too much innate clear air poured in, making Tang Cheng feel that the acupoints seemed to explode. The severe pain was like pouring into Jingxi with the water of the Yangtze River that surging thousands of miles away. The fragile embankment could not bear such pressure at all.

The silver relics rotated a few times, and Tang Cheng sat cross-legged in the air while his spiritual consciousness soared. This action is particularly difficult now. Put your hands on your lower abdomen and use all your strength to practice the difficult technique of Shu Road. Only Tang Cheng can control his body with his terrifying spiritual consciousness. If someone else is replaced, he will not even move his fingers, let alone meditate in the turbulent wind.

With the constraints of the martial arts, the violent Yuan power in the acupoints was slightly restrained and became a little softer. This was like putting a bridle on the violent bison, just a little restraint. If it was made completely obedient, it would be just a joke.

It was just a few breaths, and I wonder how many innate clear air was pouring into the dantian and the purple mist breath made the color messy.

Although it was only a moment, it was as long as a lifetime in Tangcheng's feeling. In the dantian, the original position of the true talisman was filled with chaotic matter, purple, green and gray, and the extremely small wind and thunder wings were floating in it, constantly being washed by the mixed Yuan power, as if they were sacrificed and refined over and over again.

In the dark, Tang Cheng seemed to have lost consciousness and was confused, not knowing the flow of time.

Suddenly, the white cloud talisman of Chasing Wind was burning, and the chaotic matter contracted sharply. In the blink of an eye, a rotating golden ball condensed into the dantian, extremely round, as big as a pigeon egg, with billions of light emitting on the surface.

If you look in the dantian, it will be a golden sun shining all over the world.

"The kettle of thousands of acres shines on the world, shaped like a millet; half a furnace of flames shatter the void and turns into a golden elixir!" Tang Cheng's long chant was filled with joy.

From cutting through many obstacles, jumping into the Nine Heavens Typhoon, to forming a golden Yuan Dan, it only took half a stick of incense, but no matter what the slightest mistake was made in that link, Tangcheng would end up destroying the elixir.

Now the hardships are finally over!

Tangcheng used endless hard work to achieve the most perfect conditions. Just practicing the difficult practice of Shu Road makes people almost desperate.

The three-dimensional liquid was greatly improved, and three re-repairs almost exhausted all Tangcheng's property. If it were someone else, it would be difficult to raise so much finance, and there was no will to move forward bravely and never retreat.

The efforts will eventually pay off.

With the Yuan Dan completed, Tang Cheng felt that the world was very different. His understanding of the vitality was simply changed qualitatively. Wherever his eyes reached, the vitality was divided into seven colors and brilliances, and all kinds of attributes were in control. In addition, the spiritual consciousness was also enhanced a lot, although this enhancement was far from the explosive growth when the relics were formed.

Tang Cheng looked around and explored in the gale of wind with difficulty. This was Tang Cheng's habitual action in a strange environment. Tang Cheng thought he would not find anything, but suddenly realized that there was a strangeness a hundred feet ahead.

【Do I still have this kind of luck?】

Tang Cheng let out a light exclamation, flapped his wings and stepped forward, and suddenly he cracked the barrier. He reached out and took off the foreign object. It turned out to be an extremely delicate golden bell.
Chapter completed!