Finally, Leng Mei seemed to have made up her mind, and formed the mudra of cultivation with her hands again, and her whole body directly entered the state of cultivation.
Leng Mei was not worried about this very dangerous thing in the eyes of other cultivators. For the sake of strength, Leng Mei was willing to take such a risk.
In the alchemy room, Leng Qiuzhi, who was standing behind Leng Mei at the moment, was slightly startled when he saw that Leng Mei was planning to practice in one go. However, this surprise did not last long, and he changed.
It became a touch of relief.
Leng Qiuzhi waved his hand, and a protective shield formed by soul power enveloped the entire alchemy room.
When cultivators are practicing, the most taboo thing is that the cultivation state will be broken. This will have a huge impact on the cultivators. The most serious consequence is that they may no longer be able to improve their strength in the rest of their lives.
In this world where strength is valued, if there is no strength, it will indeed be a thing that makes life worse than death!
After doing these things, Leng Qiuzhi didn't move anymore. He closed his eyes and rested in a corner of the alchemy room with his hands behind his back. He seemed to have entered a state of meditation, quietly guarding Leng Mei.
For Leng Qiuzhi, Leng Mei could be regarded as his close disciple. Seeing his disciple so focused on training, Leng Qiuzhi also felt a sense of relief in his heart.
To be precise, Leng Mei's performance has always made him very satisfied. Whether it is the practice of alchemy or the improvement of her own cultivation, Leng Mei has always shown her extremely diligent side. How can this be done?
Why not make him happy?
Leng Mei put all her thoughts on her cultivation at this moment and did not notice the changes in the outside world.
I saw that above Leng Mei's head, an energy cyclone with colorful colors was gradually taking shape, and waves of energy were also coming towards this cyclone.
The small bright spot emitting golden light that had just been undergoing transformation in Leng Mei's body slowly appeared from between Leng Mei's eyebrows, and gradually rose into the colorful vortex.
As Leng Mei's cultivation handprints were formed, the cyclone gradually began to rotate under this pull. At the same time, many energies between heaven and earth also gathered towards the center of the cyclone.
I saw streaks of mottled energy gathering rapidly from all directions, gradually condensing into streaks of energy essence in the cyclone.
Because of the injection of this energy, the colorful cyclone did not speed up, but instead gradually slowed down.
The energy between this piece of heaven and earth is not as pure as the last time on the fairy island. The energy in this piece of heaven and earth is not very pure. It not only contains the energy needed for the phantom energy, but also more.
They are useless impurities.
Feeling the change in the speed of the cyclone's rotation, Leng Mei frowned slightly. This speed is too slow. If we continue at this speed, I don't know how long it will take to obtain enough energy!
Due to the change in her mood, the cyclone above Leng Mei's head also trembled slightly. The speed that was already close to a turtle speed became even slower. In the end, the cyclone also stopped directly.
The cyclone stopped rotating, which made Leng Mei anxious. If this happened, he would have to withdraw from the cultivation state, which would make all his efforts just now in vain.
