The raging sea of fire gathered in the Dantian, and the mana became crystal clear and almost liquefied drop by drop.
Three hours later, heaven and earth sensed something, and two gold and silver flowers grew next to the lead flower above Liu Qiao's head.
The flowers are in bud, and gradually bloom from the flower bones to perfection. The fresh air and purple air are injected into it. The white flowers are also called silver flowers. The purple flowers are also called golden flowers.
Only when the three flowers gather at the top can one become the true Yang God. After the three flowers gather at the top, he condenses his pure mana into a wisp of immortal energy.
The immortal energy circulates throughout the body and transforms into an innate immortal body. Only after cultivating for a total of 129,600 years can a ray of immortal golden light bloom, the heaven and earth will not be destroyed, all things will not be destroyed, and time will not invade. Only then can one reach the level of deputy leader.
Liu Qiao made up his mind to cultivate a total of 3,600 years of magic power in Heaven, and then began to condense the immortal energy.
Although he can now start to gather his magic power and break through the difficulty of becoming a true immortal, the success rate is very small. It is only an 80% probability. What is the difference between an 80% probability and seeking death?
Liu Qiao chose to lay a solid foundation and stabilize his position.
The three flowers gathered at the top, and wisps of mysterious matter condensed in the Yuan Shen. The Yang Shen became more powerful and agile.
After holding his breath and concentrating for twelve days, Liu Qiao spit out a white sword. The white sword plunged into the rock in the mountain and then disappeared, leaving a bottomless hole.
"Congratulations, Master, your realm has reached a further level." Chang Long looked at it with envy. Now his skill has been more than 1,100 years old.
When his magic power reached a thousand years, he survived the dragon tribulation, but he had no treasures and no inheritance, so he was half-dead by the thunder tribulation. It took more than three hundred years of self-cultivation to recover.
Chang Long was still frightened when he saw his master going through the catastrophe. He thought about how he had been lying alive in the Qingshan Cave for more than three hundred years, and the disciples he had recruited during those years did not pay much attention to him.
Liu Qiao saw Chang Long's problem sharply and took out the elixir from the space ring.
"Disciple, you have worked hard these years! Master has left the elixir here, please take it."
Chang Long was moved to tears. His family knew about his family affairs and knew that his master was not rich either.
At that time, the master and the apprentice didn't know each other even if they didn't fight each other. The master wouldn't like him even if he had the resources at that time.
Chang Long held the elixir with both hands. The golden elixir melted immediately after entering his stomach and mouth. The mild medicinal power began to repair the hidden wounds left by the catastrophe.
"The Tao should not be taught lightly, and the Dharma should not be taught to the six ears." Liu Qiao is very satisfied with the number of true disciples now, which is controlled at a delicate balance.
Among these twelve disciples, three have excellent qualifications and have reached 700 years of magic power. Although the other ten disciples have achieved magic power, they can't even overcome the eight difficulties, so let's not mention them.
Liu Qiao looked at the few people with majestic eyes, "You have accumulated enough magic power for your cultivation, why do you still dare not survive the natural disaster?"
The nine people lowered their heads and whispered: "I have seen the scene of three senior brothers surviving the catastrophe. I have even seen more than 30 senior brothers who did not survive the eight tribulations and were buried in Qingshan Cemetery with a wisp of fly ashes."
Cultivation is to go against heaven. Although these core and true disciples practice the skills left by Liu Qiao and exchanged with Yang Jian.
But its essence is quite mild and neutral, and it is also a medium-to-high-quality method.
"If you don't advance in cultivation, you will retreat. How can you practice without having the courage to move forward?" Liu Qiao scolded several people.
The nine people's stomachs shrank after being scolded, and they did not dare to look directly at Liu Qiao.
"I'll give you three days. If you don't dare to overcome the catastrophe, just go down the mountain!" Liu Qiao waved his sleeves and left.
Chang Long left a sentence immediately after: "If you are greedy and afraid of death for pleasure, why bother? It is not as happy as the wealth and honor in the world, which comes in a dream."
The nine people felt as if they were struck by lightning, and then they suddenly realized that they had lost the innocent heart of seeking the truth in the first place.
The three people felt disheartened and felt that even if they were given another three years, they would not dare to overcome the disaster, so they kowtowed three times in the direction of Chang Long and led a group of people to the top of the mountain.
The remaining six people looked at each other, and they all saw the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes. After encouraging each other, they returned to the cave to reorganize themselves and prepare to survive the disaster.
"Master, it's okay to keep these people and hold the position of elder." Chang Long said when he saw Liu Qiao softening.
"Apprentice, you don't understand the inertia of all things. If they stay, it will certainly increase the Qingyun Sect's combat power by several levels." Liu Qiao took a sip of tea and said slowly.
"The most important thing about a sect is the ethos passed down from top to bottom. If even the true disciples dare not overcome the calamity, and everyone in the sect is indifferent, the sect will disappear in the long river of history sooner or later."
Chang Long carefully tasted what Liu Qiao said, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became.
"Sun Wu, please remember: if you don't advance, you will retreat. There is no third way. There was no third way in ancient times, not now, and there will not be in the future." Liu Qiao casually pointed at Sun Wu.
"Mana is something you cultivate day in and day out. The mana you get out of thin air must eventually be returned."
Sun Wu listened carefully and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching!"
"Chang Long, you are superb in martial arts. Please teach Sun Wu yourself! Be careful not to teach him the method of cultivation. Now is not the time." Liu Qiao warned him again and again.
"yes."
Three days later, only four disciples walked out of their caves. Looking at the other two junior disciples, they turned into lifeless statues.
The four disciples held each other's hands and cried. The hundreds of years of friendship between the brothers were now reduced to ashes.
Never again can I see the young boy shouting out with great hope: "Brother, after we finish our studies, will we be able to wield swords all over the world?"
"The road is ruthless. Once you have embarked on this road, don't look back! Either the disaster will come and you will become ashes, or you will live forever and gain the Tao and become an immortal." Liu Qiao's voice was like an enlightenment, brushing away some dust in the hearts of the four people.
Chang Long couldn't bear it and said through a message: "Master, can you inform the people in the underworld to retain the memories of the two of them for reincarnation?"
"Okay, I plan to do that too. But I have to wait until those two are sixteen years old. Let's give them a surprise then!" Liu Qiao looked at the four people happily.
Cry. After crying, you will be stronger to face all difficulties in spiritual practice.
"Listen, the four of you, if your cultivation is strong enough, instead of just watching here, it is possible to bring them back to life."
Liu Qiao's words were like a ray of dawn, breaking through the gloom in several people's hearts.
The four people knelt down together and said, "The incompetent disciple is here to beg the Patriarch to save the two of them." The relationship between the six people was very good, and the four of them kowtowed to the point where their heads were bleeding, as if they didn't realize it.
"Your master, I am a dragon. I only have the power to move clouds and rain. However, my master is under the jurisdiction of the Jade Emperor and needs to avoid suspicion." Chang Long took over the topic and sang a red face himself.
Several people went from being excited to feeling disappointed. A fighting spirit suddenly ignited in their hearts and they continued to practice for the sake of...the resurrection of their senior brother/brother.