My Master Is a God

Ten days later, the second senior brother Xing Chenzi and the young senior sister completed the repair of the star array. This time with the help of the young senior sister, the power has been raised to a higher level. According to Xing Chenzi, after this repair, it should be able to defend against Immortal-level attacks. .

The second senior brother left, but the young senior sister stayed. However, Yang Yiyun was still practicing in seclusion, and it was already a month later when he found out.

Of course, after learning from the second senior brother that there were divine beasts ascending in the foreign world, he went into seclusion.

Still at the top of the old willow tree.

Now that Daoyuan's problem has been prompted by Master Tianji, Five-Colored Rice can definitely solve it.

Yang Yiyun entered the Qiankun Hukong and came to a corner of the elixir garden. Five five-color rice plants were already mature.

It looks similar to ordinary rice, but it is actually very different. After all, this is five-color rice, which is unique to the fairy world and a spiritual creature of heaven and earth.

It exudes a faint fragrance of grain and energy fluctuations, and it has not fallen off due to maturity. It still looks full of vitality.

The five rice plants have the attributes of the five elements, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. They have different colors and are really beautiful to look at.

Looking at fifty or sixty grains of rice on a rice plant, the five bahts add up to nearly three hundred. However, the use of this thing requires the five elements to be combined into one to be effective, which is equivalent to a set of five grains.

Yang Yiyun harvested five rice plants with a wave of his hand, and his spiritual consciousness swept away the number of three hundred, leaving only half of it. He planted another half, and it became a large area in the elixir garden. He stretched out his hand for a while and held out a large bucket of Arowana Lake water. After adding a drop of water of life and pouring it on the five-color rice, he believed that he would be able to harvest a large area in the future...

After finishing, he quit and started to repair Daoyuan. He used five grains of rice. After peeling, each grain exuded crystal light, full of energy and fragrance. He took it directly and turned it into a huge amount of energy in his body, which surprised him. Yes, it actually still has the power of the soul.

When looking inside, the five elements of rice energy represented by the five colors spread in the body, making the whole body feel very comfortable wherever it passes. It invades every acupoint and every inch of skin in the eight meridians, and goes straight into the Dantian Daoyuan. The power of planting five elements of rice complements each other, and the effect is beyond Yang Yiyun's expectations.

The cracks and injuries on Daoyuan were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under his inner vision...

The whole process didn't last ten minutes, when Daoyuan suddenly made a dull sound.

"Buzz~"

The next moment Dogen returned to normal.

When there is no movement, the energy starts to move automatically. The magic power circulates in the body. The powerful force once again penetrates the whole body. When there is magic power, there is strength. This feeling is very good.

Yang Yiyun An'an sighed: "Master Tianji's five-color rice is indeed the spiritual creature born from the sky as the old man said. It is really magical~"

The energy in the body was transformed by Yang Yiyun during the operation of the technique, and entered Daoyuan and became part of the power. He clearly felt that his cultivation had improved, and the mana in Daoyuan seemed to be close to the critical point and was about to break through. The realm of the Immortal Emperor, this made Yang Yiyun extremely happy. The realm of the Immortal Emperor, this is the realm that many immortals dream of.

To become an Immortal Emperor and claim to be the Emperor, he is not exempt from the common deeds. The key point is that his cultivation, strength, mana, etc. will reach a whole new level.

Naturally, he, Yang Yiyun, is not exempt from vulgarity.

Next, he ran his skills with all his strength and began to attack the realm of the Immortal Emperor...

Time passes minute by minute.

However, a month later, Yang Yiyun was a little frustrated and stopped because the power of the five-color rice in his body was completely absorbed, but he still had no breakthrough and failed to attack the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

"Hey~ As expected, the further you go, the more difficult it becomes to practice, one step at a time."

Yang Yiyun said to himself after stopping.

The mana in Daoyuan has reached the critical point, but he knows that it is useless. If you can't break through the level, you can't break through it. Any realm is a gate. After the mana reaches the critical point, you must break through this door to enter the next level. A realm, otherwise we can only stand still.

But sometimes it is not just the force of impact that can break through the bottleneck, but opportunity and insight are still needed to enter this door.

In terms of realm, the last time he practiced, he touched the gate of the Immortal Emperor Realm. This time, after feeling that the power in Dao Yuan was enough, the impact still failed. In fact, he still felt that he was still a little short of realm understanding.

Sometimes, even if it's just such a glimmer, it's a killing blow.

He did not continue to listen. At this time, this state does not require sufficient energy, but requires sufficient state of mind.

Otherwise, it is meaningless to absorb more energy.

So he stopped and couldn't break through this door, which meant that his cultivation understanding was still insufficient and he had not reached the opportunity. He could only find an opportunity in the future, and it would naturally fall into place.

Thinking about it, you should be satisfied. From the time he flew into the immortal world to the peak of Qiankun Immortal King's cultivation today, the time is barely five thousand years. According to the words of the second senior brother, he is already enough to be a monster.

So Yang Yiyun was satisfied.

He knew that he would be able to successfully break through to the realm of the Immortal Emperor, but he still needed an opportunity. There would always be a breakthrough, so it was better to let nature take its course and not force it.

But now he has reached an expectation in his heart. His magic power and realm have reached the critical point. He can clearly feel the gate to the realm of the Dao Immortal Emperor.

Maybe in the next moment, as long as the opportunity comes, we will be able to succeed.

After Yang Yiyun finished his work, he glanced at the old willow tree. The old willow tree lost three natal leaves for him. To be honest, regardless of whether it was a transaction between them, he was actually grateful to the old willow tree.

In this regard, Yang Yiyun thought about it and waved his hand and took out two drops of water of life. With a flick of his finger, the two drops of water of life fell on the trunk of the old willow tree and were absorbed instantly. Then the old willow tree burst out with a green halo.

There is a strong breath of life emanating from it.

Yang Yiyun actually didn't know whether the water of life had any effect on the old willow tree. Taking out the water of life from two places this time was completely a kind of compensation that he felt sorry for.

He thought to himself that he hoped it would be useful, because he knew the preciousness of the three natal leaves consumed by the old willow tree.

He never thought about whether his water of life would have a restrictive effect on the old willow tree. After all, the water of life could control the demon clan.

However, he thought that the mysterious, powerful and ancient old willow tree was a creature from Shinto, and the water of life might not have any effect on the old willow tree.

I never thought about whether there might be a misunderstanding.

But what happened next was completely beyond his expectation, or he underestimated the power of the water of life.

After two drops of water of life entered the trunk of the old willow tree, the breath of life burst out like never before, and a colorful halo exploded. Then Yang Yiyun saw what a real dead tree was.

The willow branch directly at the location where the old willow tree was struck by lightning grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye, slipping six leaves.

It was only at this time that the old willow tree seemed to wake up from its deep sleep, and exclaimed: "Hey... what did you do to me, kid?"

Lao Liushu's voice changed with panic, and instead of calling herself sister as usual, she called herself herself, which sounded somewhat hostile to Yang Yiyun's ears.

When Yang Yiyun heard that Old Liushu's tone was wrong, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained: "Sister Shu, please don't misunderstand me. I just saw that you were trying to heal me last time when my vitality was seriously injured. I felt sorry for you. I gave you two drops of vitality-filled fairy water in your hand." Just water it and see if I can help you. I really have no other meaning. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

In fact, Yang Yiyun had already guessed at this moment that the water of life was causing the restriction, but he was too guilty to tell the truth. He could only say that he was helping out out of kindness, and he did not tell that this was the most precious water of life in his Qiankun Pot.

If the water of life restricts the old willow tree, it means that the old willow tree wants to control him. This old pervert is a divine creature. Yang Yiyun is afraid. If he is angry, he will not be able to keep a willow branch and beat him to death.

Just listen to the old willow tree say: "There seems to be some kind of power similar to the Shinto contract in the boy. Although it is indeed very helpful for me to have my own body, I can feel it. If I completely absorb your power, I will be restricted in some way. This is the power from Shinto, or it is beyond the scope of Shinto, what are you doing?"

Yang Yiyun became more and more nervous as he listened to Lao Liushu's questions. What should we do about this matter?

He didn't expect that the water of life actually had the power to bind the old willow tree. Now that this old pervert felt it, how could he get over it?