Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

In the Fenglei Palace, a seven-colored cloud floated on the top of the palace.

A purple-haired woman sat on the edge of the cloud, with a pair of clear and lively eyes looking at the purple and green palaces below. A faint smile hung on her delicate face, and her lavender dress fluttered slightly in the breeze, revealing her fair and delicate skin, which was so soft that it could be blown away.

The slender waist twisted slightly, and while her hands supported the cloud, a pair of small feet wrapped with purple chains and small bells swung back and forth under the cloud, making a jingling sound.

The woman's eyes with purple halo seemed to have found something, and she uttered words full of joy from her red lips:

"Husband, that little monk is so powerful, he smashed your puppets with one slap, one by one, one by one, and he has reached the fifth level."

"The foundation of the Buddhist Heavenly Dao, plus the Great Golden Body Skill, is invincible in the same realm. My puppets are naturally not a match." Behind the purple-haired woman, a handsome man in a green shirt was brewing tea with elegant manners. When he heard the purple-haired woman's words, his handsome face with a faint smile on his face slowly turned around.

After speaking, he held two exquisite purple clay tea cups and handed one to the purple-haired woman.

The purple-haired woman took the teacup with a smile and took a sip. Her eyes, full of purple charm, lit up, her jade feet swayed, and the bell sounded crisp and pleasant. She smacked her lips:

"My husband's tea-making skills are getting more and more perfect."

"My wife, please don't laugh at me. I have cultivated thousands of tea trees and studied the tea ceremony for ten thousand years to achieve this achievement. Compared with those geniuses in the tea ceremony, it is not worth mentioning." The man in green shook his head slightly, but the smile on his face showed that he was still happy when he heard the purple-haired woman's praise.

"Hehe... Yes, it has been more than ten thousand years. I hope we can get rid of the shackles of this small world this time." The purple-haired woman laughed and continued to look at the bottom of the palace. The purple lightning in her eyes flashed slightly, penetrating the heavy restrictions of the palace, and the scene inside the palace was also reflected in the depths of her purple eyes.

The next moment, she seemed to have seen something extraordinary, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her expression immediately became ecstatic:

"My husband, my husband, there are two, two Heavenly Dao Foundation Buildings..."

The purple-haired woman's small hand holding the seven-colored cloud trembled and clenched, and she actually broke off two lumps of cloud directly.

The green-shirted man couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he saw this.

...

After Wang Fu stepped into the light curtain of the gate of the Wind and Thunder Palace, he saw a passage paved by colorful clouds. At the end of the passage, there was a vortex that was slowly rotating. Jiang Yan beside him had disappeared. Wang Fu walked towards the cloud vortex with the mentality of making the best of it.

The colorful clouds were the way, and the light was overflowing, which surprised Wang Fu greatly.

After a few breaths, he walked into the cloud vortex, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly came over him, making him unable to open his eyes. When he regained light, he was already in front of a huge building.

This is a huge tower, several dozen feet high, all black, but covered with flowing light, standing alone on the earth, like a pillar supporting the sky. The sky was dark, with occasional flashes of lightning, illuminating the four directions.

Wang Fu then realized that the surroundings were shrouded in thick black fog, and the only way forward was the giant tower in front of him.

"Black Room Tower." Wang Fu looked up at the three gilded characters on the plaque of the giant tower, and cast out the poisonous black cloud cover to protect his body, and then pushed the door in.

Stepping into the giant tower, he was in a wide space of a hundred feet wide and a hundred feet high. The space was built of unknown black materials and looked indestructible. The ground was made of pieces of flat wood grain materials about a foot long, and they fit together perfectly.

Wang Fu looked at this huge space and was no longer surprised. The use of space in the Wind and Thunder Palace had reached a level that was unpredictable.

Even if a leaf suddenly turned into an endless space, Wang Fu would not be too surprised.

The next moment, he saw two figures sitting cross-legged in the center of this space, with their eyes closed and resting.

The two men also found Wang Fu. One of them, a man in an orange robe with three suns embroidered on his chest, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Fu, and uttered a voice full of joy:

"Finally someone is here."

Wang Fu looked at his robe and recognized that the other party was from the Sanyang Valley of Daxia Xiuxian World.

In the Fenglei Palace, a seven-color cloud floated on the top of the palace.

A purple-haired woman sat beside the cloud, with a pair of clear and lively eyes looking at the continuous purple and green palaces below. There was a faint smile on her delicate face, and a light purple dress fluttered slightly in the breeze, revealing her fair and delicate skin, which was so soft that it could be blown away.

Her waist twisted slightly, and while her hands supported the clouds, her feet wrapped with purple chains and bells swung back and forth under the clouds, making jingling sounds.

The woman's eyes with purple halo seemed to have found something, and she uttered words full of joy from her red lips:

"Husband, that little monk is so powerful, he smashed your puppets with one slap, one slap, one slap, and he has reached the fifth level."

"The foundation of the Buddhist Heavenly Dao, plus the Great Golden Body Skill, is invincible in the same realm, so my puppets are naturally not a match for him." Behind the purple-haired woman, a handsome man in a green shirt was brewing tea in an elegant manner. When he heard the purple-haired woman's words, his handsome face, which was always wearing a faint smile, slowly turned around.

After speaking, he held two exquisite purple clay tea cups and handed one to the purple-haired woman.

The purple-haired woman took the teacup with a smile and took a sip. Her eyes, full of purple charm, lit up. Her jade feet swayed, and the bell sounded crisp and pleasant. She smacked her lips:

"My husband's tea-making skills are getting more and more perfect."

"My wife, please don't laugh at me. I have cultivated thousands of tea trees and studied the tea ceremony for ten thousand years to achieve this achievement. Compared with those geniuses in the tea ceremony, it is not worth mentioning." The man in green shook his head slightly, but the smile on his face showed that he was still happy when he heard the purple-haired woman's praise.

"Hehe... Yes, it has been more than ten thousand years. I hope we can get rid of the shackles of this small world this time." The purple-haired woman laughed and continued to look at the bottom of the palace. The purple lightning in her eyes flashed slightly, penetrating the heavy restrictions of the palace, and the scene inside the palace was also reflected in the depths of her purple eyes.

The next moment, she seemed to have seen something extraordinary, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her expression immediately became ecstatic:

"My husband, my husband, there are two, two Heavenly Dao Foundation Buildings..."

The purple-haired woman's small hand holding the seven-colored cloud trembled and clenched, and she actually broke off two lumps of cloud directly.

The green-shirted man couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he saw this.

...

After Wang Fu stepped into the light curtain of the gate of the Wind and Thunder Palace, he saw a passage paved by colorful clouds. At the end of the passage, there was a vortex that was slowly rotating. Jiang Yan beside him had disappeared. Wang Fu walked towards the cloud vortex with the mentality of making the best of it.

The colorful clouds were the way, and the light was overflowing, which surprised Wang Fu greatly.

After a few breaths, he walked into the cloud vortex, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly came over him, making him unable to open his eyes. When he regained light, he was already in front of a huge building.

This is a huge tower, several dozen feet high, all black, but covered with flowing light, standing alone on the earth, like a pillar supporting the sky. The sky was dark, with occasional flashes of lightning, illuminating the four directions.

Wang Fu then realized that the surroundings were shrouded in thick black fog, and the only way forward was the giant tower in front of him.

"Black Room Tower." Wang Fu looked up at the three gilded characters on the plaque of the giant tower, and cast out the poisonous black cloud cover to protect his body, and then pushed the door in.

Stepping into the giant tower, he was in a wide space of a hundred feet wide and a hundred feet high. The space was built of unknown black materials and looked indestructible. The ground was made of pieces of flat wood grain materials about a foot long, and they fit together perfectly.

Wang Fu looked at this huge space and was no longer surprised. The use of space in the Wind and Thunder Palace had reached a level that was unpredictable.

Even if a leaf suddenly turned into an endless space, Wang Fu would not be too surprised.

The next moment, he saw two figures sitting cross-legged in the center of this space, with their eyes closed to rest.

The two men also found Wang Fu. One of them, a man in an orange robe with three suns embroidered on his chest, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Fu, and uttered a voice full of joy:

"Finally someone is here."

Wang Fu looked at his robe and recognized that the other person was from Sanyang Valley in Daxia Xiuxian World.