Emperor of Nine Suns

That mighty golden light, like a round of bright scorching sun, hangs high in the void. Although it is invisible to the naked eye, as long as you open your spiritual sense a little, all the monks in the outer door area can sense the expanding golden light!

For a sect like Biquan Xianzong, this kind of situation is probably very common. Almost every day, there are disciples who succeed or fail to hit the big realm. But for those successful people, the "broken mirror aura" they emitted rose to a height of three feet at most, and lasted for a few breaths before dissipating. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

But Chu Chen's bright "broken mirror aura" directly transformed into a blazing sun, which hung high in the sky with hundreds of feet of light, making everyone in the outer gate of Biquan Xianzong raise their heads almost at the same time.

When that aura that belonged exclusively to Chu Chen radiated, the entire outer sect of Biquan Xianzong was filled with intense shock.

In the ancient temple outside the gate, Elder Huang sat on a futon, his expression as calm and indifferent as ever. The moment that round of golden glare appeared, his heart moved slightly, and when he sensed the familiar breath in the void, an unbelievable look of shock appeared on his face.

"It's that little guy? Two months ago, he was only at the second level of the spiritual energy stage. In such a short time, he broke through to the spiritual water level? It's really hard to understand. First, he became a little medicine saint. , and now..."

Slightly frowning, Elder Huang had a slight look of approval in his calm eyes, "I have been silent for three years, and if I don't fly, I will fly to the sky. Two months ago, I was still thinking hard about the monthly prescriptions. I didn't expect that once it broke out, there would be such a big improvement! This... I didn't expect, I was wrong at the beginning!"

As an elder of the outer sect, Elder Huang is probably the elder who knows the disciples of the outer sect best in the entire Biquan Xianzong. After all, any outer disciple had to contact him every month and hand in a sufficient amount of medicine. Having been an elder of the outer sect for so many years, Elder Huang asked himself that his eyesight had reached the point of perfection.

As long as he takes a look at any disciple, whether he is talented or not, and what he will achieve in the future, he will know everything in his heart.

As for Chu Chen, in the previous three years' performance, Elder Huang had long classified him as one of the most untalented and unsuitable mediocrities. Such a person, begging for nothing and staying at the outer gate of Biquan Xianzong is purely wasting time.

But now, he suddenly realized that he was wrong. That round of special golden broken mirror aura was brilliant, gentle and pure, which obviously represented Chu Chen's extremely rich accumulation. With such a solid foundation, as long as you go step by step, you can almost ignore any difficulties on the way of practice. Future achievements, when unlimited!

The most obvious example: that is the proud son of heaven who is now regarded as the most amazing talent in the outer sect,

Yao Jinghai. When he first broke through the realm of aura, the mirror-shattering aura it emitted was far from being so kind, pure, and blazing!

Could it be that this little guy will surpass Yao Jinghai in future achievements?

In Elder Huang's heart, a thought that made him feel unbelievable suddenly skipped over.

Outside the Longmen Grotto, the gray-clothed elder and the white-clothed elder, who seemed to be sleeping forever, opened their eyes at the same time.

They can see the shock in each other's eyes. They have been guarding outside the Longmen Cave for countless years, and how many people have "successful" under their noses.

But it was the first time they sensed such a domineering aura!

"Why does the breath of entering the spiritual water realm make me feel so dangerous?" The gray-clothed elder frowned deeply.

"This brat's Wèilái also makes me feel terrible." The elder in white said slowly.

At the same time, in the Valley of Green Flowers, when Tong Meng was concentrating on painting a painting in her room, suddenly, that familiar throbbing that seemed to originate from the soul made her arms tremble slightly, With a slip of the pen.

Immediately, a thick ink mark was left on a picture that was about to be completed.

"Snapped!"

The paintbrush full of thick ink fell on the drawing paper, looking at the spiritual light in the distance outside the window, Tong Meng subconsciously squeezed her mouth hard.

But in his eyes, he couldn't hold back the tears that dripped down.

"Brother Chu, you, you finally succeeded..."

Big, big bean-sized teardrops rolled down, three years, a whole three years...

No one understood better than her how hard and depressing Chu Chen had been waiting for this day.

For three whole years, he has not made any progress in his cultivation. The sneer on the surface, the pointing in the dark, the inadvertent contempt and white eyes every time they pass each other.

Chu Chen never said anything. He just tried harder, harder, harder than anyone else.

Tong Meng once watched helplessly as he insisted on entering meditation, meditating, and practicing the "Ling Ling Jue" that had almost no effect day after day.

There is also the figure who is struggling in despair in order to get together the monthly prescriptions.

And now, amidst all the cold eyes and ridicules, he finally condensed his first drop of spiritual water.

Spiritual Water Realm, successfully broke through!

What kind of vastness, concentration, and thickness is the aura emitted by the broken mirror aura.

Every monk can sense that the aura is so domineering and powerful!

"Brother Chu, I know, you will succeed, you will!"

For Tong Meng, this is Chu Chen's persistence, and it is also her own persistence.

Countless people had persuaded her to leave the legendary sect's number one waste early, to find her own bright future, and open up her way.

The greatest pressure Tong Meng endured came from the Zongmen. The Zongmen didn't want this talented girl to break her wings because of a trash, but she carried it firmly and stood by Chu Chen's side.

Tong Meng has never wavered, she firmly believes in her heart that Chu Chen will not be silent forever, he will succeed, he will.

Now the dawn is finally here!

Youleng Valley, the ancient temple of refining medicine.

The elder Lingxin who was busy was slightly taken aback, stopped the work in his hands, and looked up at the aura in the distance.

A smile subconsciously flashed across her beautiful eyes: "This kid really didn't disappoint me."

At first, I just needed a disciple to do odd jobs. Since no one was willing to do this hard work, Chu Chen, the legendary number one trash in the outer sect, came over, and Elder Lingxin reluctantly accepted.

Unexpectedly, with his amazing talent in the way of medicine, and constantly subverting his own ideas, Wèilái's achievements will obviously be higher than his own.

Originally, she thought that she would be numb to any miracles created by Chu Chen, but she did not expect that this time he would condense the first drop of spiritual water. She clearly remembered that when Chu Chen came to her, she was still in the early stage of spiritual energy.

This practice of Sùdù is too crazy, and the aura of spiritual water he condenses is incomparably domineering. Lingxin could only sigh softly. Does Chu Chen want to leave a way out for the young monks of his generation?