Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

There is only the sound of lightning in the entire sky.

Yes... Feng Ruolan is about to start over the tribulation!

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ten years.

Ten years have passed, but Zhang Zichen has made no big progress.

Ten years ago, his wind-attributed primordial spirit had just cultivated from two-fifths of saturation to three-fifths of saturation.

But now, it is even more difficult for him to cultivate from this three-fifth saturation to a four-fifth saturation.

It can be said that if you don’t go through Huang Yuntianshu and want to cultivate your soul to the Great Perfection Realm, it will be difficult and almost impossible.

It is already good for ordinary people to be able to cultivate to a saturation of four-fifths.

Zhang Zichen's dark attribute soul, light attribute soul and wood attribute soul, have been cultivated to four-fifths and cannot improve any more.

This is something that Zhang Zichen has been unable to understand, and he has not yet said it.

But one day, he will carefully explore this matter and cultivate all his souls to the realm of Great Perfection. At that time, Zhang Zichen was also in the realm of the Great Emperor, and he was a powerful emperor!

Emperor, this is Zhang Zichen’s ultimate pursuit.

However, now, Zhang Zichen still has to get rid of the current predicament and strive to cultivate the wind-attributed soul to a saturation of four-fifths as soon as possible.

Huh Huh Huh Huh

The wind sounded.

The tornado surrounding Zhang Zichen was not only getting bigger and bigger, but also getting taller.

At first glance, it is at least as high as thirty stories.

Moreover, the power it reveals is also extremely powerful.

This is Zhang Zichen practicing.

And at this time, two old men in white clothes entered from outside the Rift Wind Valley.

These two old men, one of whom looks about one hundred years old, with a face full of wrinkles, while the other is not too old, maybe in his seventies or eighties, with a hunched back.

The two of them are strong men in the peak state of the later stage of the Holy Lord of the Feng family, and are about to enter this area to practice.

However, when the two of them were exposed to Zhang Zichen, they were both stunned.

The 100-year-old man pointed at Zhang Zichen's tall tornado and said in surprise: "Hey, brother, look, when is someone practicing here?"

Without waiting for the old man in his seventies or eighties to reply, the old man in his hundred years continued, "This breath is very strong!"

The old man in his seventies and eighties shook his head and said, "Yes, the breath here is indeed very strong! Old brother, look... look at this tornado, are they dozens of feet high? We are not much different from each other?"

"Uh..." the hundred-year-old man nodded, "Do you know who this is?"

"Me???" The old man in his seventies and eighties was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Haha... Old brother, ask who this is? How do I know? Hahaha... Look at me, I'm the same as you, have you just come in? I really don't know who this is!"

"This..." the old man over one hundred years old smiled bitterly, "Okay, I thought you knew!"

"Oh, I don't know!" The old man in his seventies or eighties waved his hand quickly and said, "Old brother, I have never heard of it!"

"Yeah, yeah! I understand." The old man, who was over 100, nodded slightly, and then sighed, "Oh, no matter who this person is, they are all from our Feng family. No matter which school they are in, as long as they are from our Feng family, that's fine."

"Yes, yes!" The old man in his seventies and eighties smiled, "Who said no? Old brother, after so many years, I am happy to see that the people in our Feng family are getting stronger and stronger!"

"I'm happy too!" The old man, who was over 100 years old, also laughed, "We are the younger generations, so the Feng family will not have to be bullied from now on. In the future, if one day a powerful emperor appears, then our Feng family can... be considered to have made it through."

"Hehe...hehe..." The old man in his seventies and eighties laughed a few times and said, "Yes, yes, old brother, our Feng family has been so many years, how many years have they been?"

"Uh...it's starting from ancient times anyway!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, since then, there has never been a powerful emperor in our Feng family, otherwise we wouldn't have…"

"Oh, stop talking, stop talking, brother, stop talking."

"Yeah, yeah, old brother, let's go! We should be very pleased to see these younger generations become stronger." Then, the old man in his seventies and eighties urged, "Old brother, let's go, let's go, let's practice too! Hahaha... If we accidentally break through the realm of the Emperor, then we will be the powerful emperor. Hahaha... Then we can take the Feng family to fly!"

"Hahaha... Yes, yes! Yes! What if we also enter the realm of the Emperor? Hahaha..." said the old man over 100 years old, "If there is this, then that's fine!"

As they were talking, the two old men had already driven the flying sword and slowly flew forward.

And in place, only the tornado where Zhang Zichen was spinning.

In this way, time continues,

Day after day, year after year.

In this way, three hundred years have passed.

Finally, Zhang Zichen's wind-attributed soul cultivated from three-fifths of saturation to four-fifths of saturation.

Moreover, next, Zhang Zichen spent another ten years continuing to practice. He wanted to continue practicing the wind attributes and see if he could succeed in practicing.

Of course, being able to cultivate to the Great Perfection state is the most perfect ending

However, Zhang Zichen never had this plan.

Because in this process, Zhang Zichen has been practicing the light attribute soul and dark attribute soul of the demon clan. These two souls have entered a saturation of four-fifths a few hundred years ago.

And now, although they have made some progress, this progress is very small and almost negligible.

Zhang Zichen knew that it would be very difficult and very difficult to move forward when he reached this state.

Therefore, any monk still has a long way to go in the future.

And Zhang Zichen, who has nine souls, has a long way to go.

I originally thought about seeing if I could cultivate this wind-attributed soul to the Great Perfection state, but after practicing for more than ten years, there was no big change, and I couldn't see any progress.
Chapter completed!