135 breaks through nine layers

The outside world changes color, but it does not affect Wang Fan's hard work to practice. Moreover, thanks to the adventures of previous years, he has accumulated enough foundation. After successfully entering the eighth layer of Qi practice, he will attack the ninth layer of Qi practice, intending to break through the nine-layer bottleneck in one fell swoop and truly enter the threshold of foundation building.

In fact, it is not a good thing to improve his cultivation so quickly. When the realm is unstable, it is very easy to go crazy. But at this time, he lost contact with the outside world. He didn't know how Feiyumen and Lingxiaoge could solve it at all. He thought that there was still a war outside. In order to protect himself, he urgently needed to improve his strength. The unstable state was only It's good to put it behind, and the lotion doesn't need to be used for money. It used to be one drop at a time, but now it doubles or even triples, three or four drops at a time, and even in the end, he stays in the homemade bathtub and can't come out.

Thanks to such hard practice and the role of the Taoist magic mirror, he has absorbed the ice grass and fire beads in the tarantula nest, and has stored a large amount of water and fire spiritual power. His cultivation speed is amazingly fast. As soon as the eighth layer of practice is consolidated, he rushed to the peak of the eighth layer.

In less than half a month, he felt that he was full of spiritual power and fully equipped with the conditions to impact the nine-layer bottleneck of qi training.

But he was not in a hurry and consolidated it for three or four days. Once again, he felt that he was full of spiritual power, and his hands and feet were full of strength. From time to time, his shining eyes were white, blue, red and yellow.

"Five kinds of aura emitting five colors of light. It seems that I'm ready at this moment."

The nine layers of Qi practice are completely different from other layers. Once it breaks through, it marks the monk's entry into the threshold of foundation. In Lingxiao Pavilion, the disciples of the Outer Gate all aim to practice the ninth layer of Qi.

Of course, the ninth layer of Qi practice is the real threshold. Many monks may not be able to break through it in their lives. With such rich resources as the refinery peak, the iron master is trapped in the eighth floor and can't break through for a long time. In the end, Wang Fan gave him a bottle of the best washing liquid. He practiced for nearly a year before he stumbled through the lucky breakthrough.

Wang Fan has accumulated a lot, but he is not 100% sure, but the good thing is that he has a "killer" gathering elixir.

"One pill is not good. I'll take two. Two pills are not good. I'm taking one pill, but I don't believe I can't break through."

He said to himself, as if the spirit elixir was a sugar bean. He chewed and ate it. If Master Iron was still alive, listening to what he said today, he would definitely close his eyes on the spot, fall to the ground, and die of anger.

Everything is ready, only the east wind. Wang Fan meditated again, running his spiritual power for a week, calmly picking up the elixir and putting it in his mouth.

The fragrance of the Juling elixir is refreshing, and the mouth melts, and the fragrance is overflowing. But at this time, the melted Juling elixir suddenly turned into white, blue, red and yellow five strands**, and "swoosh" into his body.

His meridians convulsed closely, and the pain of burning fire came in an instant. Unexpectedly, there was the pain of absorbing the two spiritual forces of water and fire in the tarantula's nest that day.

"No, how could this happen?" He was shocked and quickly ran the method, trying his best to guide the five spiritual forces to run in the right direction, but usually he runs the skills in order. How can he run them one by one at this time? So all kinds of spiritual forces, regardless of each other, run around along the meridians.

The spiritual power contained in the gathering elixir is extremely huge. It is usually taken by the foundation monks to break through the bottleneck. Although it can also be used in theory, it is under the care of the elders, and it is necessary to prepare a few gentle elixirs to cooperate with each other. As he is rashly swallowed, it is not supported by spiritual power and explodes the meridians and die. He is a useless person with broken meridians and can't lift his hands and shoulders.

"It's over." He tried this taste in the tarantula nest. At that time, he vowed never to try again in the future. Unexpectedly, he experienced it again today, and what frightened him more was that it seemed to be just the beginning.

Just as his internal organs were burning, his spiritual power rushed around and came to Dantian.

Since the devouring side can't have the essence of flesh and blood, the silent magic mirror has suddenly turned rapidly, and the smooth front emitting five-color spiritual light. Through his body, the whole cave is shining, and the violent and uncontrollable spiritual power is smooth, and the five spiritual power is gradually integrated, according to the special meridians. Turn around.

Wang Fan was shrouded in the five-color spiritual light. The pain just now disappeared in an instant. Unexpectedly, he was comfortable and lazy to fall asleep.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep. Now I'm breaking through the ninth layer of air practice. I can't help it. I must resist." He tried to open his eyes and said to himself desperately, but his eyes still closed involuntarily, and soon his steady breathing sound came.

Wang Fan had a dream. In the dream, he shocked the world. With one punch, the sky cracked a gap, and the earth trembled under his feet. The world worshipped him as a god and did not dare to obey.

But suddenly, his verbal blood fell to the ground, and the people who were crawling under their feet got up and laughed. Then he was shocked and afraid. He saw that these people who approached him suddenly turned into a skeleton, which was the dead bones in the strange hall.

"Ah!" He screamed and woke up sweaty. His whole body was sore and soft, as if he had experienced a big war.

"I'm so tired!" He stretched out and immediately thought that he fell asleep when he broke through the ninth layer of Qi practice: "It's over, it's over, it must be a failure. It's a blessing in misfortune not to blow up my meridians and abolish my cultivation."

Thinking so, he quickly ran his spiritual power and found that the meridians were still good, so he couldn't help but be relieved, but then he stopped shouting: he suddenly found that the spiritual power in his body was much stronger than before.

"Did you succeed in breaking through the bottleneck?" He was surprised and surprised.

When others broke through the ninth level of qi practice, they were going to die and live, and they were probably disappointed. When he broke through, he was good, but he just slept for a while. Although he had a very strange and terrible nightmare and woke up, he was tired and weak all over, but compared with others, it took no effort.

"What the fuck is this?!" He couldn't help grinning and screaming, jumping up happily, but then fell to the ground with a "bang" and hugged his head and screamed.

It turned out that he was overjoyed and forgot that he was now in the cave. When he jumped up, he hit the earth and stone. Although he is now a nine-level monk, the toughness of his body has risen to another step, but his forehead is still hard as hard as a stone, and he shouts endlessly.

After celebrating fiercely for a while, he finally calmed down and felt that since the predetermined goal had been completed, it was time to get out of the deep mountains and forests, but after thinking about it, he would return to the sect now, either as cannon fodder or as a cooli. Anyway, he was not as good as himself.

"Come on, I'd better go home and take a look at the cultivation of my younger brother and sister by the way."