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At this moment, Jiangchuan was surprised to find that the zhenqi he had held to the limit with his perfect state of nourishing qi was slowly growing.

It's like the bottom of a wooden barrel is widened and the walls of the barrel are heightened, making it no less than a large tank. The amount of water it can hold will naturally increase dramatically.

The infuriating energy in the Dantian was washed away from impurities and gradually became denser, almost forming a water drop-like existence.

His bones were already close to the aura of heaven and earth. At this moment, between his breaths, a thin aura surged toward him, as if he had been blessed by the legendary providence and favored by fate.

What made him even more overjoyed was that his eyebrows were itching, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

But every time when the critical moment comes, he always lacks a little strength, as if there is an invisible barrier blocking him on the road ahead.

This is the limit of realm.

Jiang Chuan understood clearly, but he was unwilling to do so.

This was a rare opportunity, and he didn't want to miss it in vain.

He began to run the skills crazily, and the cloud energy around him reappeared, and the white carp he transformed into took on a physical form and was surrounded by water mist.

The rich green light outside seemed to sense his reluctance, or maybe it was out of his closeness to the Bibo Dharma. The already extremely rich divine flower was spewing out at this moment, covering the river like a big green bell.

At first glance, the other thirty-five people's divine brilliance combined was not as much as Jiang Chuan's alone.

The river and the river seemed to have turned into a cyan sun, blooming with a divine blue light.

Even the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was meditating with his eyes closed outside the formation was almost blinded by the dazzling light.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was full of disbelief.

He thought of Jiang Chuan's identity.

"Is it possible that this boy is one of the two Tianlinggen disciples in Yunshui Sect?"

The Confucian scholar's expression gradually became cloudy and uncertain.

If this is the case, then when this junior comes out, will he absorb the jade divine flower and life energy from the opponent's body?

Within this thousand-mile radius, Yunshui Sect and three other sects were the well-deserved local overlords, and he did not want to offend such forces.

But looking at the sapphire divine flower that was so rich that it became a real thing, I really didn't want to give it up.

His character was not bad, but he had relaxed his mind by practicing evil methods, indulged in pleasure in the world, and wasted countless time before he came to regret it.

Although the foundation was built by luck, the lifespan could not be extended much due to excessive loss of original energy. After painstaking search, a divine object such as the Sapphire Divine Flower was found on the ruins of Qiandao Lake.

However, this item was designed for Qi-Yang Realm disciples, and he who had already established the foundation could not obtain it, so he released the news and attracted many Qi-Yang Perfection monks to cooperate with it.

Once you get there, you can get the sapphire divine flower, strengthen your vitality, and improve your roots and bones.

Secondly, it can absorb the life essence of these nourishing and perfecting monks and extend their life span.

Even if he was discovered by these Qi-nurturing minor cultivators, no one would dare to turn against him due to his cultivation, let alone publicize it, so as not to be targeted by others.

But Jiangchuan is different.

If this boy really possesses the Heavenly Spiritual Root, then he is the core disciple of Yunshui Sect, and the person who will carry the cauldron in the future. Once he is injured, he will definitely fight to the death.

When he thought that he might be chased by Jin Dan, he couldn't help but secretly curse.

Are the elders of the Yunshui Sect so clever that they let such a fairy out of the gate? Aren't they afraid of being arranged by others to create a "Heaven's Jealous of Talents"?

Seeing the rich divine essence being swallowed into the body by Jiang Chuan and gradually being refined, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes flashed with greed.

He has made a decision.

After obtaining the Green Jade Divine Flower, he left Qiandao Lake and Xuzhou, and went to Liangzhou where the magic was flourishing, where he practiced seclusion for a period of time.

He didn't believe that the other party would go to Liangzhou to hunt down a half-disabled disciple.

And just when Confucian scholar made his decision, Jiangchuan also reached a critical moment.

With Shenhua's continuous help, he finally broke through the barrier with his brows twitching, and a brand new power different from Zhenqi burst out of his body.

At this time, he not only saw what was in front of him, but also what was very strangely happening around him and behind him.

With him as the center, everything within a radius of three feet was displayed under the "eyes".

This is the spiritual consciousness that only monks in the foundation-building stage have.

Although it is not as wide as the spiritual consciousness of a Foundation Establishment monk, this is definitely an ability that only a Foundation Establishment monk has.

Jiang Chuan wanted to look up to the sky and roar to express his joy, but when he thought of the threats outside the formation and the running skills, a cool feeling flowed through his heart, taking away all distracting thoughts.

He began to use his tiny spiritual consciousness to refine the spiritual weapon.

Time flies, and as the Jade Divine Flower is continuously refined, many monks on the futon also stop practicing their martial arts.

Almost everyone has a look of desire and dissatisfaction in their eyes.

It would be nice if there were a little more.

But it is a pity that their merits and deeds are gone.

Several people were unwilling to hit the stone tablet with their true energy again, but this time the stone tablet did not react at all, as if it had fallen silent.

Although Jiangchuan was the last one to get the divine flower into his body, the "Yun Shui Jing" he practiced was very consistent with the divine flower and could be refined by him faster, so he obviously got the most, but he was not the last one to wake up.

He stood up and looked around, and saw the young man in purple standing opposite him, nodding slightly at him.

Jiang Chuan also nodded slightly.

Everything is left unsaid.

Until the last person stood up, the thirty-six monks who had fully nourished their Qi looked at each other, and a tacit understanding spread silently.

At the same time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar also opened his eyes, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Very good, you didn't disappoint me. Now, it's time to fulfill the promise."

With that said, he took out the teapot-shaped spiritual weapon.

"There is not much Yin Spirit Water left in this pot, and it can only open a passage once.

"You should hurry up and don't get trapped in it. Even I won't be able to rescue anyone by then."

Sure enough, the expressions of many monks in the formation changed slightly.

No matter how good the sapphire divine flower is, it must be able to be enjoyed.

"Please ask senior to take action."

It was still the old man in black among the Jiu San people in Nanhe who took the lead to step forward, and several brothers around him also made the same move.

With the example set, others began to ask.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled with satisfaction and took out the teapot.

Wisps of Yin Spirit Water spilled out, beginning to corrode the remaining power of the formation.

Jiangchuan calmly retreated to the rear, only a few steps away from the stone monument.

Looking at the young man in purple, he is also doing the same thing.

It was obvious that this guy had no intention of taking action from the very beginning.

Jiang Chuan's mouth twitched.

The young man in purple responded with an innocent smile.

In fact, not only the two of them, but also several unwilling monks came to the stone tablet.

A young man in gray clothes at the rear has already stepped towards the stone path behind the stone monument with one foot.

But then, there was a scream, and the body exploded into a mist of blood.

"I have warned you before that the power of the remaining formation on the stone path will obliterate all outsiders.

"The only way out is with me."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's unhurried words were heard, and a portal had been completely opened up in the remnant formation.

It's now.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Chuan and the young man in purple retreated straight to the stone monument, and stepped on the stone path under the incomprehensible eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

It did not trigger any killing power from the remaining formations.

Jiangchuan even had time to scatter a cloud of air and roll up the dead monk's storage bag.

"Junior, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar never thought that these two people would actually choose to escape from the most unlikely place. Seeing the two figures getting further away, he quickly distracted and used a miserable bone spear, followed the passage, and crossed the stone monument.

Stab both of them.

At this moment, the other monks who were gradually walking out of the passage saw this scene. Without any hesitation, they rushed out almost in unison, and at the same time sacrificed the most powerful treasures on their bodies.

The leader, the old man in black, waved his sleeves, jumped up, and stabbed the middle-aged Confucian scholar's throat with a pair of daggers only one foot long.

Before the sharp point of the dagger reached, the murderous aura shocked the Confucian scholar's eyelids.

This was a long-planned blow.

How could he find the energy to pursue Jiang Chuan and the two men with spiritual weapons? He could only try to avoid the spiritual weapons that everyone sacrificed, while helplessly watching the two figures disappear on the stone path.

"puff."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

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