Chapter 361 People have thoughts of joys and sorrows

Only because of sticking to one thing can the spirit be highly concentrated. Whether it is inner pain, indignation, tyranny, murder, or deep love and compassion, it can condense your own spirit to the most powerful level. In order to pursue the fanaticism of the highest level of power in the wilderness, Sang Mingyu happened to secretly fit the way of witch cultivation. In just seven days, he cultivated the subtle spiritual power to more than a foot long and a finger thick.

But immediately, the quenching came. Perhaps it was because of the purest spiritual power in the world that Shaoqi lost to him. At the beginning, the refinement he experienced was unimaginable by ordinary witches - the power of heaven and earth was directly bombarded.

In Sang Mingyu's inner vision, the spiritual pillar above his head had just sprouted, and the terrible power of heaven and earth condensed into a huge hammer like an entity, angrily hitting his spiritual pillar. There are dozens of giant hammers, and each hammer head is the size of a stone drum. It is hammered fiercely towards this newly grown seedling.

In the roaring hammer, Sang Mingyu's whole body seemed to be stabbed by a burning needle, and every hammer seemed to flatten his body and head. As soon as the spiritual pillar grew one foot, it was smashed into two inches long, as thin as hair. However, the purity is higher, and no matter how many strikes there are, they can't stop smashing.

Sang Mingyu endured inhuman pain and continued to cultivate the seedling. In another seven days, it grew into a thin arm, more than ten feet long. Now the blow was even more fierce. In just three days, this huge pillar of spirit was smashed into a foot long and thumb thickness.

Then continue to cultivate and continue to be smashed back. In the past three months, he has refined between heaven and earth like this. Until today, the pillar of spirit above his head has grown into a huge thing. In his inner vision, the whole "pillar" almost broke through the sky and went straight into the depth of the indifferent white clouds, and the thickness is like a huge tree held by three people. However, at this time, he was hit even worse. The huge hammer also turned into the size of a mountain. From the depths of the white clouds to the top of the halogen door, hundreds of thousands of giant hammers were set down to hit day and night. The heaven and earth were like an oven. The high temperature could almost melt the bronze into copper juice, and the pillar of spirit emitted a red color under the burning.

The sky and the earth changed color, and the breath changed from a high-temperature oven to a cold that could freeze and crack copper and iron. The pillar of spirit was frozen in an instant, and the huge hammer took the opportunity to smash it and knocked down one by one. Sang Mingyu had to continue to cultivate and continue to undergo quenching until no matter how the heaven and earth changed, the pillar of spirit was no longer affected, and he finally woke up from deep meditation.

Slowly opened his eyes, the sun shone through the Yumen, and the scenery between heaven and earth spread out in front of him layer by layer. He sat at the peak of Fengju Peak, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the dust, white clouds, mountains and peaks to the depths of the universe. He even saw the juice flowing in the trunk through the skin of the tree.

He heard the sound of thunder in his ear, but the sky was clear in front of him. He knew that a rain cloud was brewing thousands of miles away in the south. It would be the first rain of this spring. Three days later, it came over Fengju Yumen.

Touching the halogen door, there is nothing wrong, and the pain suffered in three months is like in a dream.

"Ming Yu, you are awake!" A teenager's surprised cry sounded in his ear.

Sang Mingyu turned his head and saw Bai Miao looking at him happily, holding a long white, jade-like strange bow in his hand, which was a broken jade bow made of Kunlun Hanyu, which he snatched for him from the treasure house of the temple in Yanggu.

"You slept for three months!" Bai Miao was surprised, "How's it going? Is there any harvest?"

Sang Mingyu nodded with a smile: "Yes, my spiritual strength has been achieved. What about you?"

"He has cultivated into the arrow of my spirit." Suddenly, a voice came from around.

As soon as the two turned their heads, they saw the young man standing beside him with ragged clothes and his eyes. The two kowtowed and saluted together: "Disciples, see the master!"

"Exit's free." Shaoqi waved his hand and looked at Bai Miao and said, "You and I don't have a master or apprentice. I just teach you an archery trick. In the future, I can't be an old disciple.

Bai Miao bowed his head and said, "Yes."

Shao Yu said, "Ming Yu, is the fire element in your body still there?"

"There it is." Sang Mingyu knew without running the elemental power, "It's just... the spiritual power is surging, but the fire elemental power is not an inch."

"Hey." Shaoqi said, "I don't cultivate elemental power, and I can't help you. As long as the fire elemental power in your body is not dissipated by spiritual power, you can practice both mental power and elemental power. As for how high the fire element can be, it depends on your own fate!"

Sang Mingyu doesn't know Wu Peng. He knows that this pair of cultivation skills are really a strange fate. He is afraid that he is unique in the wilderness, and he is also extremely happy: "Thank you, Master."

"Hmm." Shaoqi looked at the ethereal clouds outside the extreme peak and said slowly, "Now that you have practiced, it's time to fulfill your promise."

Sang Mingyu and Bai Miao looked at each other and remembered the heavy gift when he threw himself into the Shaoqi's door wall - the foot stone trampled on by Dong Yuejun and Wu Li's adultery. The lifelong ambition of the Shaoqi family is to revitalize the male power and suppress the female power. As a witch, the witch is one of the seven witches, the high priest of the Jintian clan, but he commits adultery with mortals, which is simply a great opportunity for the Shaoqi family.

Although Dong Yuejun has been stabbed to death by Jin Potian, Wu Li is still there. If he captures Wu Li and shows the viciousness of Wu Li's adultery to the whole wilderness, it will be a heavy blow to the whole Wumen, and even the Taiwu family is helpless. At that time, the witch gate blasphemes the gods and loses its reputation. The witch gate may even replace the witch gate and master the sacrificial power of the wilderness.

"Master, don't worry!" Sang Mingyu sighed, "Wu Li is currently fleeing from the Jintian tribe and living in seclusion in Luqi Mountain. The disciple will go and catch her back!"

"Very good." Shaoqi nodded and had no waves on his face, "Where is Zi Rui?"

As soon as the words fell, Sang Mingyu and Bai Miao suddenly felt a flower in front of them. A man in an ink robe seemed to gushe out of the mountain and stone silently. He stood quietly in front of the young man and bowed and saluted: "My disciple is waiting for the master's instructions."

"This is Zirui." Shaoqi introduced to the two of them, and then turned to Zirui, "Zi Rui, you follow Mingyu and Bai Miao to Lu Qishan and catch the witch rite secretly."