The Dangerous Cultivator

Taking Xu Yi's cultivation as an example, and how he hasn't seen it, how to break the air, break the practice, and irreparable, it is common knowledge shared by the cultivation world.

But in the end he had the idea in case, after all, one person is short and the others are long. Although Dayue is a land of scarce resources and practice is wild, it can't stand the same billions of souls and countless monks.

From ancient times to now, how many practice methods should be born, and an infinite number of monks are born. Inconsistent security, among them are those who are amazing and brilliant, and meet people around.

Poorly, maybe we can find a way to rebuild the sea of ​​gas. Taking a step back 10,000 steps, even if he does useless work, he is just talking more, and what is the loss?

Xu Yi waved his hand to stop the hustle and bustle, "It is not necessary for you to find a way to rebuild the sea of ​​gas. As long as there are clues, you can report to me that Xu will never let you down."

Hearing Xu Yi said that everyone naturally said nothing more, and now they were ordered to go.

The three-day period is over.

The news that Xu Yi, the world-famous strongman, has returned to the mountain, like a hurricane and tsunami, has stirred the whole practice world.

During this period, Yuan Qinghua also rushed over and returned more than ten Wanbao medicines left by Xu Yi.

The two were drinking at the table around Qingping, remembering the past, sitting from dusk to Tianming, Yuan Qinghua returned.

I haven't seen it for a few years. Yuan Qinghua is not only plump but also very old. Looking at his back, Xu Yi Suosheng felt, this is probably the last time he and he met in this life.

In the long river of life, there is no more Yuan Qinghua.

Lament the sorrows of life, envy the boundlessness of the world.

On the evening of the same day, more than thirty soul-sense powerfuls gathered in Futu Mountain, and after everyone presented Xu Yijin with Xu Mijie containing treasures in turn, Xu Yi took out the soul charm.

Thirteen pieces of earth soul charms exuding abundant spiritual power, one by one in front of them.

The powerful souls of all sentimental spirits all hold their breath and breathe, their eyes shoot out, almost a crazy light.

Xu Yilang whispered: "When I checked Xu Mijie and discussed the amount, I will issue it immediately, and the lottery will be held later."

After half an hour, more than thirty sentimental souls retreated,

Obsessed with the conspiracy to get the soul charm, the soullessness that never got. But no matter what kind of emotion, who dares to reveal in front of Xu Yi.

After the crowds retreat, a **** bloody battle over the soul charm will surely set off,

Even within Xu Yi's perception range, seven or eight miles away, a **** battle had begun.

Earth Soul Rune was sent out in full, and whoever wins and loses, this is what Xu Yi will not ignore.

With tens of millions of treasures, Xu Yi left Futu Mountain.

All the way west, but half a day, I saw a mountain peak obliquely inserted in the clouds, under the golden sunlight, the lush mountain peaks are full of trembling green, the sparkling river flows slowly from the top of the mountain and merges into a large river Maple trees, red leaves like fire.

The mountain is the perineum mountain, and the river is the Yinlong River.

Xu Yi returned to Xu Jiacun, who was in this world.

The original wooden house had long since collapsed, leaving only a pile of yellow thatched grass obliquely covering the broken firewood.

Xu Yi stretched his fingers subconsciously, but found that no fire broke out, shook his head and smiled bitterly, a fireball popped up, ignited the pile of dilapidated thatch, and burned the old site of the hut into a flat ground.

Then he turned into the mountain forest again, logging as beams, pinching soil into walls.

Divine thoughts urged, thoughts flowed all over the body, and all things were controlled by the law. Suddenly, Xu Yi became the most wonderful craftsman in the world.

Within an hour, a log cabin in Xuanchang was completed.

Take out a daily necessities from the self-bearing ring, Xu Yi set up a home here.

In the days that followed, he wandered into the forest day by day, sneaking in the river, and looking up at the tomb of Rhubarb in the evening.

Life seems to be relaxing, but it is full of boredom. The root of his mood is dark in the end.

Few months passed, although Xu Yi had a boring life, he didn't forget the business, and he filled the medicine every moment.

During the 30th day, hundreds of thousands of treasures were swallowed by him.

The original force of life was restored to the extreme, and the new wounds and old wounds were recovered.

Not only that, but the weak real soul also restored to its original state in the 30-day supplement.

However, the progress of the inner circle of the true spirit circle is still extremely slow, and there is almost no trace of progress.

Of course, continue to take treasure medicine, relying on the accumulation of tens of millions, Xu Yi believes that in the end, it will be able to complete the circle of true spirit.

But in this way, the utilization rate of Baoyao is really too low, and it is a violent thing.

Although the treasure medicine is easy to obtain, it is not so wasteful. Besides, his practice may be the last step left.

Yes, in his opinion, the great circle of true spirit may be the end of his spiritual practice.

Lost the sea of ​​air, even if he condenses the spirit, he will not be able to stabilize because the spirit cannot be purified.

Due to the lack of Zhensha, it is impossible to cultivate the true element, and naturally, no mana can be derived.

Therefore, in his opinion, the circle of true spirit may be the period of cultivation in this life.

On this day, Xu Yi was sitting under the old locust tree in front of the wooden house to read the book. There were sulky thunders in the sky, and a large block of Mo Yun gathered again. He realized that the effectiveness of this hidden Dan was exhausted.

Thoughts invaded Xu Mijie, but found that the stock of hidden Dan was running low, with only thirty remaining. According to the consumption of one piece in three days, it can support more than a hundred days, and the time converted to the northern court of the Holy Court is only worth one month. By that time, his veins of gravity must still be there.

The thunderous sky in the sky is getting louder and louder, the clouds of ink are condensing, and the previously clear sky is almost completely dark. The dark cloud curtain hangs low, and it seems that with a lame hand, it can tear the dark cloud off.

Xu Yidun was frustrated and lazy. It seemed meaningless to persist in this corpse, so it would be better to die in the thunder and lightning.

Born and died in Sri Lanka is also a complete cycle.

Fang Sheng was thinking about this, and he gave birth to great regrets again, familiar figures, and unforgettable pictures, hovering in his mind.

Xu Yimeng gritted his teeth: No, I can't give up! What is it that Qihai breaks? I thought that Lao Tzu couldn't even achieve the condensate at the beginning, but eventually it has reached such a high level.

With a brutal attack in his bones, Xu Yi quickly called out a hidden Dan and swallowed it.

As his temperament was restrained, Shenhua was hidden, and the dark clouds disappeared, and the sky was clear, as washed by water.

Xu Yi stared at the sky foolishly, his gaze followed the passing clouds, and he could not return to God for a long time.

A flash of lightning flashed across his mind, he slammed his thigh, jumped several feet, rejoicing like a child, and continuously flipped in the air.

"Thunder land, this world is not a land of thunder spirits!"

Xu Yi murmured to himself, then laughed long and long, the laughter continued for a long time, shaking the mountains, ripping the river, the mountains and the countless birds beeping.

Xu Yi laughed, and the joy in his brows couldn't be hidden.

Like me from the world, please collect: (www.wuxiaspot.com) I write the fastest literature update from the world.