A golden cloud was pierced through the sky, like a vast mysterious ocean, with ripples constantly rippling.
This scene made everyone in the sky of Xianfeng and on the ground stunned.
The Immortal Sect disciples and the Demon Sect monks couldn't help but stop fighting and looked up at the sky with shock on their faces.
There was a soft "buzz" sound, and a large amount of air flow overflowed from the fairy peak.
A disciple exclaimed: "Someone is condensing the golden elixir!"
"Who is it! Condensing golden elixir can cause strange phenomena in the world?"
An inner disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect was very puzzled.
"Condensing golden elixirs above the seventh level can cause strange phenomena in the world. Twenty years ago, I happened to be present when Ziyun condensed golden elixirs, but even the movement of the purple energy from the east was far less than the golden mist in front of me. So huge.”
A middle-aged man who had been a deacon in the sect for decades explained this way.
In the void, the four demon disciples Situ Huan, Zi Yun, Chen Jianshu, and Yu Qinghan have separated, each standing on a peak, looking at the source of the golden divine mist.
Situ Huan's eyes were like two black flames. The mana gathered in his eyes, staring at the sword light overflowing from the immortal peak not far away, and said in a deep voice:
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The spiritual energy in the Immortal World is severely depleted. How can it be possible to condense the eighth-turn golden elixir? Now I have been suppressing my cultivation for several years just to go to the Demon World and break through the eighth-turn golden elixir. Who has this Waiting for the ability?"
Standing on the mountain peak, Zi Yun and Chen Jianshu looked at each other, each seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
Both of them are the top talents of the younger generation of Wuji Immortal Sect, so they naturally know the gold content of the Eighth Turn Golden Pill.
"The eight-turn golden elixir is unmatched by anyone in this world. Could it be that he is a disciple of my Wuji Immortal Sect?"
Zi Yun's voice was sweet, and her tone was full of doubts at this moment.
"This direction is very possible, but with a disciple with such excellent qualifications, how could we not know about it?"
Chen Jianshu shook his emerald green snake-shaped sword and frowned.
"This direction is your husband."
Yu Qinghan looked excited, his phoenix-eyed brows revealed joy, and he looked towards the source of the golden energy.
She was the only one at the scene who knew who the source of the direction was.
My husband has reached the golden elixir!
This is really something to be happy about.
There are countless people who are stuck in the golden elixir realm in the world of immortal cultivation. They can successfully break through the golden elixir. This shows that your husband's cultivation qualifications are definitely not bad.
At this time, on the pumice stone, a majestic power spread from Zhao Huai's body.
A dazzling golden elixir was suspended in mid-air, and golden rays of light emitted.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered for it, converging on Zhao Huai's sky, like an invisible pen, carving some complicated mark on the golden elixir.
Now Zhao Huai's whole body, except for his heart, has been tempered by golden elixir, and his magic power is extremely powerful.
From a distance, it looks like a little golden man. The next step is the most important step.
Heaven and earth are endowed with manifolds.
This means that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is endless, growing and spreading, giving the golden elixir spirituality, so that future golden elixirs can continuously absorb the spiritual energy.
The so-called number of revolutions is how many marks the will of heaven and earth has carved on the golden elixir.
The greater the number of this mark, the stronger the golden elixir is.
After being condensed into the golden elixir, the proportion of the spiritual root in the cultivation path has been greatly reduced. This does not mean that it is unimportant, but that many functions have been replaced by the golden elixir.
Golden elixir is the origin, the product of monks who condense essence, energy and spirit to the extreme.
It is also the basis for reshaping the Nascent Soul in the future and destroying the Soul to create the Soul.
As time went by, the golden elixir patterns in front of Zhao Huai became more and more complex.
The first golden streak.
The second golden pattern.
It wasn't until the eight lines were outlined on the golden elixir and all of them were basically filled that the dense golden light slowly dissipated.
This means that he has finally entered the golden elixir realm!
"Wow!"
Zhao Huai stood up, moved his legs slightly, and the thousand-year-old pumice stone under his feet suddenly shattered.
He did not fall, but stood in the air, blasted away by the pressure of the golden elixir.
Wearing a white gown, the whole person looks as elegant as a fairy. The golden elixir brings a golden glow, giving it a sacred feeling.
Zhao Huai clenched his fists with five fingers, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.
He took the golden elixir back into his body.
Just the physical strength, he felt many times stronger than before.
If he meets the demon cultivator who self-destructed the golden elixir again, he can kill him with one palm, so where is the chance of self-destruction?
In front of the eighth-turn golden elixir, all the inferior and high-quality golden elixirs gave way.
Invincible in the same situation, all equal under the sixth level.
The only ones to worry about are the geniuses of the Seventh Transformation Golden Pill.
"It's time to lend a helping hand to Madam."
Zhao Huai murmured softly, and escaped, turning into a golden rainbow light that shuttled through the sky.
At the Wuji Immortal Peak, Situ Huan faced Zi Yun, and Chen Jianshu said:
"Even if the most talented genius is born, it can't save your Wuji Immortal Sect."
"The Demon Sect has accumulated hundreds of years of anger, can you bear it?!"
Situ Huan snorted coldly, put away his playful attitude, and took out a dark staff from the Lord of the Rings with bright stars emerging from it.
"This is... Ten Thousand Bones Purgatory."
When Zi Yun's beautiful eyes saw this magic staff, a trace of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and fear flashed in her eyes.
"The magic weapon Ten Thousand Bones Purgatory Staff is actually in your hand."
Chen Jianshu said solemnly.
As far as he knew, the Ten Thousand Bones Purgatory Rod was one of the ten magic weapons of the Heavenly Demon Palace and could be traced back to the medieval times.
He was made from the core skulls of 10,000 Yuanying monks and soaked in the blood of a demon emperor.
Extremely evil and infinitely powerful.
Logically speaking, such a precious magic weapon should be kept in the hands of the Grand Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
This Situ Huan is really the thorn in the side of the Demon Sect, and he is willing to bring out such a magical weapon.
Situ Huan saw the reaction of the two people and sneered: "I know better than I thought. Yes, this is the Ten Thousand Bones Purgatory Staff. Although with my current cultivation level, I can only exert the power of one magic weapon, but It’s more than enough to deal with you.”
Of course he understood the principle of change after a long period of time. He had to make a quick decision and seize the time to deal with the three people in front of him.
The three of them spent a lot of time fighting him in a wheel battle. Although he would not be defeated, he could only rely on the power of the magic weapon to kill the three of them.
Just as Situ Huan was injecting mana into the Ten Thousand Bones Purgatory Scepter, a golden rainbow suddenly flashed from the sky.
"call out!"
There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a large number of blue arcs appeared in the sky. Thunderclouds appeared in the blink of an eye, and there was the appearance of lightning and thunder.
The sound of "bang" resounded, and thunder fell from the sky like dragons and snakes.
A phantom of a demon suppressing the prison appeared on Situ Huan's body, resisting these thunders.
"Madam, I'm here."
Zhao Huai's figure appeared in mid-air and came to Yu Qinghan's side.
And he took out the Three Thousand Thunder Seal Technique that had not been used for a long time.
Now that he has reached the golden elixir realm, the power of the thunder talisman has reached a higher level. The thunder he struck just now is the most powerful thunder that can lead the sky to overcome the tribulation.
"How does it feel to have entered the golden elixir realm?"
Yu Qinghan asked with a smile on his face.
"It's very good. I have accumulated it for so long just for today. It's a pity that I haven't been able to step into the ninth level. The more I practice, the more I feel that the path to immortality is unattainable."
Zhao Huai seemed to have some insights and said this.
Yu Qinghan carefully reminded: "It's not over yet. This Demon Sect Demon is so powerful that he has reached the perfection of the Golden Core. Even if I want to defeat him, it will be difficult for me to do so."
"Don't be afraid, today my husband and I will take action together to see what this devil is capable of."
Zhao Huai said with burning eyes.
At this time, Situ Huan's laughter rang out from the center of the crater struck by thunder: "Zhao Huai, Prince of Great Yan, the future Lord of Great Yan, hahaha, you really did not disappoint me. Until now, you have He is qualified to be my opponent."
Elder Bai stood on the ground after the ceasefire and confrontation, with a Bagua mark appearing between his eyebrows, and said seriously: "Situ Huan, as the direct disciple of the Demon Lord, has an endless supply of methods and magic weapons. If you want to defeat him, in addition to having the same level of strength, You must also have the corresponding natal magic weapon to be added to your body. My disciple and His Royal Highness both grew up in the secular world, so in terms of background, they are still a little behind."
A Nascent Soul from the Demon Palace worshiped the old man. Seeing that Situ Huan could still remain calm under the hands of all the geniuses, and even maintained his momentum, he praised: "You are worthy of being the Demon Son. He can sit in the position of the No. 1 Demon Son for a hundred years." For a long time, when the four ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Palace arrive, where will your immortal sect still have a way to survive?"
After speaking, the words revealed a bit of coldness.
They are just one of the demon sect's armies. Are the monks of the entire ten demon sects more than just the ones in front of you?
The ten entrances to Lingshan such as Yujing Gate, Longquan Gate, Dangu Gate, and Shanya Gate are all under attack by the Demon Gate. How long can they last?
It's just that the Yujing Gate, as the gate where the Wuji Immortal Sect is seated, is the most difficult to crack.
Scenes like the black clouds and demonic tide in front of us are happening everywhere in Lingshan.
After taking a thunder talisman to transcend the tribulation, Situ Huan stood in the deep pit intact, his black robe fluttering in the wind, looking noble, with unblemished black hair. He smiled confidently: "So what about the eighth-turn golden elixir? No matter it is The Empress of Great Xia and you, Prince Dayan, can only be my stepping stones. I will step on you and ascend the road to immortality. Zhao Huai, I will completely destroy Dayan in front of you."
On the top of the mountain of Wuji Immortal Sect, these words fell in the ears of every disciple.
Zhao Huai's identity was completely known to everyone in the Wuji Immortal Sect.
"He is Prince Dayan?!"
"Oh my god, he actually condensed the eighth-turn golden elixir!"
"What! The eighth-turn golden elixir? I heard that no one in the entire world of immortal cultivation can condense the eighth-turn golden elixir!"
"But he is facing Situ Huan, the most powerful person in the Demon Sect for a century. This battle is hard to predict!"
Although Zhao Huai's identity was scary, as he was the Prince of Great Yan who caused a lot of uproar, and he had also condensed the eighth-turn golden elixir that no one in the world could match, which caused widespread discussion, but everyone was obviously more afraid of the reputation of Demon Son Situ Huan.
Situ Huan's reputation has existed for decades, and no young disciple is unaware of it.
After hearing Situ Huan's words, the panic of the demon cultivator's disciples also calmed down a lot.
Lord Demon's cultivation strength is visible to all the world. It is enough to suppress everything. He can kill a sect at will, but he can't kill a prince who has subjugated his country? So what if it was just a year after the restoration of the country? Can it be compared with the Great Yan Empire that his ancestors had just established? How big of a storm can it cause?
Zhao Huai was very calm in the face of Situ Huan's remarks. Who doesn't know how to talk?
You will know the truth only after taking action.
"Prince Dayan, let me see what you are capable of!"
Situ Huan's voice was faint, coming from a distance, and a powerful demonic shadow condensed, like a solid body, and hit him.
Zhao Huai stretched out a hand, and the infinite mana in the golden elixir flowed out, attached to his body surface, and gathered together golden runes.
The golden fist was punched out, getting bigger and bigger, condensing into a mountain-sized shape, and striking at Situ Huan's phantom of the demon.
This battle was the first time that Zhao Huai entered the Golden Pill, but despite this, he also used his full strength.
"boom!"
The immortal peaks around Wuji Immortal Sect were shaken.
Both of them were outstanding figures in the world, and the power they erupted was very terrifying. The overflowing pressure even caused many of the foundation-building monks on the ground to kneel down. They felt that the aura of the two men was very amazing, and they were so shocked that they could hardly breathe. His body trembled.
"Prince Dayan's strength is so amazing! He just broke through the golden elixir and was able to draw with Situ Huan."
Watching the battle from a distance, Zi Yun and Chen Jianshu were secretly frightened when they saw the two fighting. Zi Yun was taking a tonic pill on the ground.
They had just spent too much mana in the battle and could only take a short break.
Yu Qinghan stood beside him, his red lips were shining and translucent, and his beautiful eyes were like flowing autumn mist. He said: "Situ Huan has been fighting with us for a long time, and his physical strength and magic have not recovered. This is one of the reasons. But even so, we must thoroughly Defeating Situ Huan is still a bit behind."
Zi Yun nodded in agreement: "Situ Huan, as a devil from the Demon Sect, did evil and killed countless monks from the righteous sect with bloody methods. This person looked elegant and noble on the surface, but in fact he did everything he could. Many innocent people were scattered. Xiuye is often killed by him when he goes down the mountain, just to practice the thirty-six transformations of the demon, this person is the enemy of the immortal sect."
Chen Jianshu saw Zhao Huai's figure gradually unfolding a defensive posture in the sky, frowned and said:
"No, Prince Dayan has no weapons, and Situ Huan has more than one magic weapon. This would be a huge disadvantage."
Yu Qinghan also saw the changes in the sky and felt worried. He turned around and cupped his fists towards the two true disciples:
"Boy, can you lend me your sword?"
"Of course there is no problem in borrowing a sword, but my sword looks rather strange, and most people may not be used to it." Chen Jianshu took out his emerald green snake-shaped sword. It has a curved shape that ordinary swordsmen are really not used to.
"Use mine."
Ziyun took the initiative and handed over her purple spirit sword.
Yu Qinghan took the sword and took a look at it. He found that the sword was thinner and longer than ordinary swords. The purple sword was engraved with incomprehensible lines.
"This sword is called Zidian. It weighs three kilograms and ten taels and is four feet and nine inches long. I found it from the sword pavilion and recast it from a broken fairy sword. I think it can be used."
Ziyun explained, explaining the origin of the spirit sword.
"Thanks."
Yu Qinghan nodded and thanked, then his figure escaped and shot towards the sky.
High in the air.
Zhao Huai has already used the eighth-turn golden elixir, struggling to resist the demonic shadows.
"The eighth transformation of the demon, the devil whispers."
Situ Huan stood down from a high position, and the demonic shadows overlapped him, and he gave a low drink.
A towering ghost-faced shadow emerged, larger than all the previous demonic figures.
"It's been a long time since I've used this change. Zhao Huai, if you die under this move, you deserve to die."
Situ Huan sneered.
In his heart, he was still shocked that Zhao Huai could fight him to this point without his own magic weapon.
This shows how powerful the Eight Turns Golden Pill is.
Zhao Huai narrowed his eyes and suddenly sensed a danger from the void.
It has to be said that Situ Huan is really strong. It stands to reason that as soon as he breaks through, he should be invincible, not to mention the Buddha who blocks and kills the Buddha.
But in the end, I still suffered the loss of not having a magic weapon.
The whispers of the devil condensed by Situ Huan moved toward Zhao Huai to devour him with murderous intent.
Zhao Huai was not a fool, so he immediately prepared to avoid the edge.
But soon he discovered that this demonic shadow had been following him and he couldn't get rid of it at all, like a nameless god of curses, following you.
"Husband, take the sword!"
At this time.
A crisp sound came from the air.
"Zheng!"
An ancient flying sword flew in the direction of Zhao Huai.
He had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he grasped the flying sword with his big hand.
If you look closely, you will see that it is a purple-patterned thin sword.
After getting the flying sword, Zhao Huai's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his fighting spirit gradually boiled.
The sword intent on his body continued to rise, and even the purple spiritual sword in his hand emitted a frightening light.
The sword intent rose to the extreme, and the swords in the hands of many immortal disciples trembled slightly, and the swords in the nine-story sword pavilion also made buzzing sounds.
They all moved in the direction of Zhao Huai.
At this moment, it was like a thousand swords worshiping.
