Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

Outside, the moment Jì Hou walked out of the Deacon Hall, thick clouds of calamity rolled and gathered in the sky like splashing ink, becoming so black that it seemed to be able to swallow everything. Thunder shuttled endlessly, sometimes piercing the sky, and the roar was like thousands of horses galloping, continuously, shaking the mountains and rivers of the entire Four Sacred Sect.

Facing the power of heaven and earth, Jì Hou's eyes were extremely determined, without any fear, and he rushed straight towards the surging cloud of calamity. His actions seemed to offend the sky, causing the laws of heaven and earth to respond instantly, sending down endless punishments in order to test his Taoist heart and cultivation.

At the moment when the calamity cloud suddenly appeared, all the high-level monks in the Four Saint Sect felt it, and their eyes almost simultaneously turned to the east, where the holy land of the Qinglong lineage was located. An indescribable wave spread, indicating that a vision had occurred.

"There is someone in the Qinglong lineage who has broken through the golden elixir? It's unbelievable!" Stationed in the Xuanwu lineage, a white-haired golden elixir elder made calculations with his fingers. However, he found that the heavenly secrets were chaotic, and he could not understand the tribulation breaker no matter what. Identity information, I can’t help but frown and marvel.

"The aura is strange. It seems that it is not the juniors I know well... Who is this person? How could he hide it so deeply and have no reputation before?" Suzaku lineage stationed, a bold woman wearing fiery red clothes. Sitting alone on the top of the palace, holding a wine flask and drinking heavily, her eyes shone with surprise and curiosity.

And at the station of the Baihu lineage, a Jindan master who was practicing with his eyes closed sensed the majestic aura of transcending tribulation, opened his eyes slightly, without much emotion on his face, and said calmly: "The sect has another addition. A person with a strong golden elixir is really a gratifying thing." Then he immersed himself in practice again.

"Is there someone who has overcome the tribulation? Could it be that boy Ji?" Elder Han suddenly opened his closed eyes while the Qinglong lineage was stationed, his face full of surprise. He thought about it carefully in his mind, and after a moment, he suddenly realized it, with an unstoppable smile on his face: "This kid really brought me a huge surprise!"

At the same time, a bolt of lightning as thick as a python struck down from the sky and hit Jì Hou's body directly. His expression remained unchanged, and he calmly and calmly circulated the magic power in his body, forming an invisible shield to firmly protect himself.

The heavenly calamity poured down like a violent storm, and in a short period of time, all eighty-one purple sky thunders fell. But this is just the beginning. The real challenge is that after the ninety-nine and eighty-one purple sky thunders, there is another extremely powerful divine sky thunder waiting for him. Only by successfully surviving this last thunderstorm can the golden elixir be truly forged, and the road to a higher level will be opened.

The solemnity and silence of the Deacon Hall was broken by waves of surprised whispers. Many Foundation-Building Deacons who were concentrating on practicing in the hall walked out of their respective quiet rooms one after another. They gathered under the Deacon Hall and looked up with burning eyes at the man above who was going through the golden process. The figure baptized by Dan Jie Lei. In the wild dance of thunder, Jì Hou looked resolute and his posture was as straight as a pine tree, as if no power from heaven could shake him in the slightest.

"This man looks very familiar to me. Isn't this the disciple who was taken away by Elder Huang a few days ago?" A deacon pointed at Jì Hou in surprise, his words full of surprise, "I remember Daoist friend Shu once said, this man You have just been promoted to Foundation Establishment not long ago, why are you facing the Golden Core Tribulation now?"

When everyone heard the sound, they all turned their attention to Shu Chengdao. Shu Chengdao smiled bitterly and shook his head, with helplessness written on his face: "Indeed, fellow Daoist Ji told me personally at the time that he had just broken into the foundation, so I had no reason to doubt it. But looking at the current situation, he was clearly hiding his strength. , In fact, the foundation building has been completed, and I have half-stepped into the golden elixir realm. I may call him Taoist Fellow Ji from now on, but I have to call him elder."

There was a lot of chatter in the crowd, and some people began to ask curiously: "Have you ever heard of the past deeds of this fellow Taoist Jì Hou?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. It seemed that before that, Jì Hou was like a new star that suddenly appeared, breaking into their sight without warning.

"Perhaps, Daoyou Ji is a peerless genius secretly cultivated by the sect, so he has kept it secret." A deacon made a bold speculation, his tone full of speculation and expectation.

As soon as this statement came out, many people immediately agreed: "What this fellow Taoist said is indeed reasonable. In this way, it can explain why Elder Huang took away fellow Taoist Ji in such a hurry a few days ago. I'm afraid it was just for discussion. The specific details of his tribulation."

The discussion in the crowd became more and more heated, and they used their words to weave various possibilities about Jì Hou. Although these were just speculations, they made the image of Jì Hou gradually fuller in their hearts. In this world of cultivation full of mystery and variables, Jì Hou's identity seems to be being revealed one by one, and it becomes increasingly confusing. In the hearts of everyone, the once unknown Jì Hou has now become a potential stock that is secretly cultivated within the sect and is expected to reach the top.

At this moment, the place where Jì Hou was standing was shrouded in thick clouds of calamity. The clouds were like huge whirlpools, containing endless pressure and destructive power, as if they were accumulating a catastrophe of heaven and earth. A few breaths later, a purple lightning bolt pierced the sky and headed straight for Jì Hou with the power to tear the heaven and the earth apart. Its power was even more terrifying and frightening than the previous thunder disaster.

Jì Hou's face was solemn, and his brows revealed unprecedented perseverance. He gritted his teeth and followed the secret of Meng Zhang's Luck Spirit Art, and struggled to mobilize all his magic power to resist. Between the lightning and flint, the huge force of thunder struck, making him secretly exclaim: "The disaster of this disaster is beyond imagination!"

"If I continue to resist like this, I will use up all my mana in just one stick of incense." Just as Jì Hou was about to adjust his strategy and save mana in a more subtle way for a protracted war, he suddenly felt that the pressure from the outside world had suddenly disappeared. .

The majestic sea of ​​mana around him temporarily lost its target to fight against, like a wild horse running wild with nowhere to vent.

"it's over?"

He looked up in astonishment and saw that the originally oppressive calamity clouds were quickly dissipating, and the sunlight was like a sword, piercing through the thick clouds and spreading to the earth.

"It seems that this test is really over." Jì Hou felt a burst of joy in his heart, and at the same time he felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before.

At the moment when the calamity cloud rolled like thick ink and was finally dispersed by the laws of heaven and earth, Jì Hou suddenly felt that the long-dormant magic power in his body awakened like a wild beast and began to surge uncontrollably. The mana beads that originally occupied one side of the meridians, under the pull of this mysterious force, deviated from their original trajectories and converged towards the Dantian like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

Those mana beads that condensed the essence of his countless days and nights of hard work merged and squeezed with each other in his Dantian, just like metal refining in a furnace, removing impurities, leaving only the purest power. Finally, after a burst of dazzling golden light, a round and flawless bead with a faint golden light took shape.

At this moment, Jì Hou knew very well that this was the golden elixir that practitioners dreamed of, marking his official entry into the golden elixir stage. However, this is only the beginning of the story, not the end.

After overcoming the tribulation, Jì Hou felt that his cultivation had not stagnated at the early stage of the Golden Elixir, but continued to climb crazily as if driven by some invisible force. Long before crossing the tribulation, he had advanced his cultivation to the late stage of the Golden Core.

After a while, the magic power in Jì Hou's body surged like a flood gate, and his consciousness became as vast as the vast ocean. He closed his eyes and looked inside, only to see that the golden elixir, which was originally only the size of a thumb, was rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, nourished by the vast magic power.

Like a river breaking through the ice in spring, the volume of the golden elixir continues to expand until it becomes as big as a fist, and its surface glitters with golden light, as if it contains endless energy. And this is the distinctive feature of the late Jindan monks.

Jì Hou was immersed in this unprecedented powerful feeling. The double surge of mana and spiritual consciousness made him feel as if he had touched a new world, which was an existence that was extremely open and profound.