While Pei Xihe was thinking carefully, he realized that Yin Changfeng, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be waking up.
His blood was flowing, and the brilliant ink-gold luster escaped from it. It seemed that Pei Xihe's previous exploration had touched the self-defense instinct of Yuan Yan's blood. A blurry figure continued to solidify from the ink gold, holding a scroll and a long pen, exuding frightening power.
Pei Xihe couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes. He thought that as one of the three major forces, Yuan Yan attracts an endless stream of outstanding talents from the heavens. Everyone has the opportunity to be selected into the core decision-making center of the 'Hall of the Emperor of Hell', and the Yin family He is still able to maintain the mainstream of orthodoxy, and his bloodline is truly outstanding.
She raised her right hand, tapped her index finger, and the magical power turned into sparkling light spots, blending into the power of the ink-gold bloodline, and actually forcibly calmed it down.
The portrait disintegrated, and the feeling of being watched and judged also dissipated.
Pei Xihe blinked lightly, thinking that he had never seen Yin Zhisheng exert this bloodline power back then, but according to Yin Changfeng's memory, Yin Zhisheng's bloodline would only be stronger and more extraordinary.
This woman is a demon cultivator, and her cultivation technique is the "Thirty-Third Heavenly Demon Code", which is also known as the three holy scriptures of demons along with "Tao Heart Demon Seed". Even if it is a fragment, it cannot be underestimated.
How could Pei Xihe make the mistake of underestimating the enemy when he had done so many things to make others capsize in the gutter.
Yin Zhisheng guards the 'door' and has the power to control the great formation set up by Yuan Yan. Combined with the power of the formation, even if Pei Xihe has become an immortal, he may not get any benefits. rice.
Otherwise, she could just call in and find an opportunity to get through the door. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is vast, how beautiful it is.
Now we can only use Yin Changfeng as a medium to test it out.
A cold light flashed in Pei Xihe's eyes, and a ray of extremely black thought force shot out from the mud ball and poured into Yin Changfeng's Jiang Palace.
The demon threads of the seven emotions and six desires can turn the monk into a puppet, all under her control. But after all, he had no enmity with Yin Changfeng, so Pei Xihe just used this technique to subtly exert mental suggestions so that the situation could develop in the direction he wanted.
This technique will not harm Yin Changfeng himself, but it can make him act according to his own thoughts, and this influence cannot be noticed by the owner. Even if he has doubts in his heart, it will not take him half a moment to do it himself. The thought kills the denial.
After the inner demon thread silently integrated into the little Yuanshen, Pei Xihe felt that he had a sense of control over the person in front of him.
She waved her finger, and Yin Changfeng on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a smile on Pei Xihe's lips. As his thoughts turned, Yin Changfeng actually took out a purple jade futon from the storage ring. It was clearly a cultivation treasure.
He sat cross-legged and scratched his head. He couldn't help but feel confused and muttered to himself: "Weird, why do I want to practice so much?!"
It's strange. Yin Changfeng has known that he is a lazy person since he was a child. He only relied on his aunt's supervision and investment of resources, and the Yuanyan bloodline did give him an excellent training foundation, which allowed him to achieve his current level of cultivation. . He thought that the Mahayana cultivation was enough to live for ten thousand years, and it was good to eat, drink and have fun. It was not that important whether he became a god or not. Happiness was the most important thing.
But why did I suddenly have the idea tonight that I would be unhappy if I didn’t practice?
Black light suddenly fluctuated in his pupils, and it disappeared in a flash, but the doubtful thought of Yin Changfeng was like ink words stained by water. The traces changed from thick to light, and then completely submerged, making it impossible to recall.
The futon under him emits purple radiance, making his practice smoother.
Pei Xihe's smile in the dark became even stronger.
She had almost recalled what happened back then. Yin Zhisheng was by no means an easy man, whether it was his qualifications or his scheming. If he rashly manipulates Yin Changfeng to go forward, he will definitely alert the enemy and make Yin Zhisheng realize that something is wrong.
There needs to be an excellent reason, for example, the nephew finally changed his ways, worked hard to practice, practiced all the way from the early stage of Mahayana to the late stage of Mahayana, and is about to survive the ninety-nine ascension tribulations. Given how much Yin Zhisheng valued his nephew, it was inevitable that he would devote his energy to taking care of him.
After all, in the Upper Immortal Realm, as long as you have some qualifications and foundation, there will be no bottlenecks in the Immortal Realm before. However, the Heavenly Tribulation of Feathering is the real threshold. Only the real gold can survive the Heavenly Tribulation. Refined by fire'.
And Yin Changfeng's previous cultivation mostly relied on blood, taking pills, and refining spiritual materials to pile up. If he wanted to get through safely, Yin Zhisheng had already told him that he would personally train him.
Therefore, Pei Xihe's first step is to completely roll up Yin Changfeng, the rotten fish, the way a tadpole rolls up a frog.
He must reach the late stage of Mahayana in the shortest possible time, and then he can go to the Holy Sacred Site of Yin and ask for his guidance to become a heavenly being.
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Spring goes and autumn comes again, seven years are unspeakable.
Yin Changfeng didn't know why, but for 2,678 days and more than 32,136 hours, he practiced day after night, month after month, year after year.
Yes, practice.
Not even a drop of water came in, and he kept fighting for a moment. He hung a plaque outside the cave saying "Do not disturb your practice" and has been fighting until now. After careful calculation, Yin Changfeng's previous two or three hundred years of practice combined were no match for the more than seven years of hard work.
Why? He was mourning in his heart, but practice seemed to have become a kind of instinct. If he didn't practice, he would feel that something was wrong all over his body. He wished that there were thirteen hours in a day, and every time he always wanted to run another cycle before it would end.
Yin Changfeng has never been short of qualifications, bloodline, and resources. Therefore, the results of these more than seven years of hard practice are particularly remarkable, and it has truly entered the later stage from the early stage of Mahayana.
Pei Xihe stared at him in the dark, feeling as if he had finally raised a cub.
The golden-haired fox waggled his tail, because a few months ago he finally achieved the fifth level of immortality, and now he was in a very good mood. He looked at her with a smile and said: "Are you the only one who still raises cubs? If he knew that he had been sleeping for seven years I practice sleeplessly all because of you, so I don’t want to shave you alive.”
Pei Xihe spread his hands and said ruthlessly: "He can't beat me."
The Upper Immortal Realm is different from other smaller worlds. It has unique cultivation conditions, perfect laws, and easier enlightenment. The real obstacle is the 'Episode of the Immortal'.
This is a line drawn, the former is mortal, the latter is immortal.
Now that Yin Changfeng had reached the level of cultivation, he knew the dangers of the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation without any hint from Pei Xihe, so he quickly sent a message to his aunt to explain the situation, then packed his baggage and went to find Yin Zhisheng for advice. .
The opportunity Pei Xihe had been waiting for finally arrived.
Since most of Yin Changfeng's cultivation was transformed from elixirs and spiritual substances, and he rarely practiced outside, his foundation naturally seemed shallow and unstable in comparison. If he wanted to survive the thunderstorm safely, Yin Zhisheng had to spend a lot of time giving guidance.
After all, human energy is limited. By then, Yin Zhisheng's control over the door will naturally be reduced, which is an excellent opportunity for Pei Xihe to seek a breakthrough.
