Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Looking at the sky full of stars, Chu Zheng was a little lost in thought for a while.

Five hundred original qi, not to mention how much energy is needed to extract and transform, just transforming these original qi resources and treasures will also cost a lot.

Fortunately, Chu Zheng still has a lot of fairy jade and various fragments on him, and these five hundred original qi are not too difficult, but it will take some time.

The Emperor Jade Bi is a very rare treasure that can assist in cultivation and is also a treasure for self-protection.

The repair panel can no longer support Chu Zheng as before. He now needs a strong enough spiritual object to protect himself.

In addition, the most important thing is that he must deal with his own calamity.

Chu Zheng has a sense of being surrounded by calamity. At most, he will face calamity in a few days, and it is impossible to determine whether it will be natural or man-made disasters.

A few days is too tight. It is too late to transform into an incarnation to experience the calamity. He can only save himself.

In fact, except for the first time, this time's disaster was the first time that his true body was truly consciously preparing to survive the disaster.

After thinking for a while, Chu Zheng pulled out his own panel and took a look.

[Name: Chu Zheng]

[Cultivation: Refining Qi: Initial stage of Return to Void, Immortal Path: Initial stage of Immortal Tribulation (first stage)]

[Root bone: Yin-Yang Immortal Bone (super-quality), Five Elements Spirit Body]

[Skills: Record of Eternal True Tribulation (10th level), Taixuan Divine Fire Sutra (8th level)...]

[Magic Powers: Return to the Origin (10th level), Gathering Qi to Replenish the Heaven (9th level), Law of Heaven and Earth (9th level), Shrinking the Earth into an Inch (9th level), Returning to Heaven (9th level), Samadhi True Fire (9th level), Swallowing Stars (9th level), Moving Stars and Changing Constellations (9th level), Escape from the Sky and Five Elements (8th level)...]

[Talents: Spirit Eyes (7th level), Soul Capture (7th level), Wandering in the Sky (7th level), Soul Seizing (7th level)]

[Repairer: 7th level (132/16000)]

[Number of repairs remaining on the day: 5]

[Currently repairable: Emperor Jade Bi (0/500)]

The innate magical powers have been enhanced as the cultivation level has been promoted.

Looking at the panel, Chu Zheng frowned slightly. The number of repairs has increased. After coming to this world, the number of repairs has remained at about three times.

After entering the Immortal Tribulation Secret Realm, the number of repairs has changed, and it has increased by two times.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng took out the broken jade disk, took out a wisp of the original energy, and used up one repair time.

The next moment, his body shook slightly. The original energy in his palm was still there, but the immortal power converted from his body had been consumed by a considerable part.

Looking at this scene, Chu Zheng's eyes condensed slightly. As he had speculated a long time ago, the existence of the repair panel was more like a magical power. With his own strength, he could also activate it, but there were limitations.

The relationship between him and the repair panel has reversed. Before, the repair panel absorbed spiritual energy to help him, but now, he needs his own immortal power to activate the panel.

The number of repairs refreshed daily has never been limited. When his cultivation is strong enough, he may find more wonderful uses.

After calming down his thoughts, Chu Zheng took out the spiritual jade book, looked at the empty jade page as usual, and frowned slightly.

Song Lingxue would send him a letter every two months, without fail, but in the past six months, Song Lingxue has not sent him a letter again, and the few letters he sent were like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.

This situation inevitably made him a little worried. The spiritual jade book was made of his golden body. Once it was damaged, he would know immediately. Now he had no sense at all, which only meant that the spiritual jade book was intact.

If the jade book was just lost accidentally, it would still be easy to say, but I am afraid that Song Lingxue had an accident.

But judging from the previous communications, Song Lingxue should be practicing in the martial arts hall, and should not encounter any trouble.

Maybe she was just in seclusion and didn't have time to reply...

With a sigh, Chu Zheng put away the jade book, and with a thought, he took out a stream of fairy air extracted from the wreckage.

[Immortal Qi (Level 8): The medium for the transformation of immortal beings, extracted from the bones of true immortals, can slightly increase the cultivation speed of immortal calamity secret realm cultivators and true immortals, and make up for the damage of immortal things. 】

Now that he has entered the immortal calamity, he should be able to absorb this immortal Qi.

Chu Zheng took a breath, and the immortal Qi flowed in from his nose, circling around his mouth and tongue, and went straight into his internal organs and dantian.

A surge of immortal power exploded in his dantian, and the immortal power that had been lost was instantly replenished, and then it skyrocketed several times.

After a long while, Chu Zheng opened his eyes, feeling the surging immortal power fluctuations in his body, and his eyes became more and more blazing.

The effect of immortal Qi is indeed amazing. A wisp of immortal Qi, apart from the external objects such as incense, vows, and elixirs, at least saved him twenty years of hard practice, and his cultivation level increased a lot.

You know, he himself is a super-grade immortal bone, plus the five elements immortal roots, his talent is already far beyond ordinary people.

At normal speed, even without external interference, Chu Zheng can enter the realm of true immortals in a thousand years at most by practicing on his own.

Now, with at most three more immortal qi, he can enter the second level of immortal tribulation, and there is no sign of unstable foundation.

Gathering qi to make up for the sky is worthy of being a ninth-level magical power. It has gradually shown some power by taking advantage of its strengths and making up for its weaknesses.

However, in the current situation, Chu Zheng dare not cross the line before solving the tribulation.

In addition, whether it is extracting immortal qi or extracting the origin of qi, it is too time-consuming for him.

Chu Zheng sat quietly on the top of the mountain for a night, leaving only one repair to protect the body, and the remaining repairs were all used on the imperial jade.

When the sky was getting dark, he got up and went down the mountain, strolling towards the northeast of the Dali Dynasty.

When the calamity has not yet begun, the Qi Refiner can only wait quietly. Chu Zheng is also a little curious. He is now in the Qingyun Realm without any cause and effect. How will the heaven and earth finally bring down this calamity?

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Between the rugged mountain roads, a figure staggered along the path.

"Gu..."

Bai Nian looked bitter, tightened his belt a little more, and raised his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead.

Confucianism and Taoism are quite different from other Taoisms. Before your cultivation reaches a certain level, you cannot live without food and you still need to eat.

The bookcase he carried when he went out had been exchanged for dry food some time ago.

At this moment, he already regretted that he had left in too much haste and had not prepared anything.

Nowadays, in this barren mountain and wilderness with no village in front and no store behind, there is nowhere to eat and nowhere to beg.

"Heaven is going to entrust this person with a great responsibility, and he must first work hard on his mind and body..."

The hunger in his belly made Bai Nian feel dizzy, so he could only distract himself by reciting the saint's sayings silently.

However, the words of the sage cannot satisfy our hunger.

After a while, he stopped chanting the saint's words and whispered helplessly:

"Students don't want to take on big responsibilities, so they'd better not suffer the pain of hard work..."

Before he finished speaking, there were a few more figures on the narrow mountain road.

Bai Nian's eyes suddenly lit up: "The saint has appeared?!"

When he saw the person, his mouth watered for a while, his heavy steps suddenly became lighter, and he trotted to meet them.

After getting closer and seeing the faces of these people clearly, the smile on Bai Nian's face suddenly faded and turned slightly white.

Five or six monks with strong physiques were scattered on the roadside, standing or squatting, holding weapons and looking fierce. They were obviously not good people.

Several people soon spotted Bai Nian not far away. After reacting, they all spoke with impatient expressions:

"After waiting for a long time, a poor scholar came. It's really unlucky."

"He looks pretty good. I'll tie him up, take off his clothes, and sell him back into the city. I can get some money for drinks."

"What if he is a student from some academy and a Confucian master comes to visit him? I'm afraid he won't be able to get any favors from him, so why don't he forget about it?"

"What the hell, tie him up first, then take off his clothes, cover his face, turn around and become mute, they are all hairless pigs, who can recognize them?"

For a moment, Bai Nian's face froze slightly, he turned around and ran away, complaining secretly in his heart.

It's true that the house is leaking and it rains all night. My ancestors will not deceive me!

Just as he turned around and ran for two steps, Bai Nian saw another figure, his striking bald head reflecting the faint light in the sun.

The oncoming monk looked like he was about thirty years old. He had an upright and heroic appearance, and was more than nine feet tall. He was dressed in gray monk's robes and a wide red-brown and silver-lined cassock, which still could not block the knotted muscles of his body.

One glance gives people a strong sense of security.

Bai Nian didn't hesitate at all, and immediately shouted loudly:

"Master, save me!"

Several monks following him stopped in unison, looked at each other for a few times, turned around and left.

The monk who suddenly appeared had a terrifying aura that was beyond their ability to deal with.

"Amitabha."

The monk chanted the Buddha's name, and his figure flashed. The next moment, he had blocked the way of several people. His palms were clasped inward, and the handprints wrapped with the Buddha's light rose up, pressing several people directly to the ground. The sound was like a loud bell, like King Fudo Ming issued a verdict:

"Several donors are too greedy and have developed resentments. They need to practice meditation and travel with the poor monks for a period of time. During this period, they may do more good deeds, which may help them settle some of their sinful debts."

Bai Nian was stunned for a moment. After coming back to his senses, he bowed and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you so much, master, for saving me. May I ask for your title?"

"The poor monk Fatan cannot be called a master. Monks are compassionate. If the road is uneven, they should help. Donors don't need to be polite."

Fa Tan had extraordinary eyesight and saw Bai Nian's embarrassment. He reached into his sleeves, took out a large cake and threw it over:

"The poor monk came to Dali to find someone to discuss the Tao with. He is preparing to go to the Yujing Temple. If the little benefactor is on the way, he can go with the poor monk."

"Thank you, Master. I'm just on my way."

Bai Nian would not refuse, so he took a few bites of the pie and smiled.

With such a big Buddha around, he should be able to save a lot of energy on the road behind him.

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After leaving the mountain range where he was retreating, Chu Zheng headed northeast.

The northeast of Qingyun Realm is a kingdom of vassals, where various traditions are inherited, and the situation is quite complicated.

Chu Zheng was very interested in the cultivation methods and inheritance of various Taoist traditions.

At the same time, this place is also a microcosm of the Ten Thousand Realms. From small to large, one should be able to observe the specific trends of each Taoism in the Ten Thousand Realms.

The forces of all realms are intertwined, and there are far more than tens of thousands of worlds, large and small. It will not go wrong to have a general understanding first.

If the incense and spiritual Taoism were not prevalent in this world, Chu Zheng would not even mind leaving some of the faith seeds of Zhengchu Daojun.

Although the power of incense and wish has its drawbacks, for now, it is an aid for him to quickly improve his cultivation level.

Now he can refine the immortal energy, and when he reaches a higher level of Qi refining, he should be able to refine the original energy for his own use.

By then, Chu Zheng might be able to try to let go of some of his emphasis on the incense and spiritual ways and find a safer path again.

He is used to trial and error. Sometimes it is not terrible to take detours. As long as he can look back in time, he can make corrections in time.

In order to avoid catastrophe, Chu Zheng avoided all the cities, villages and towns he could pass along the way, passed through the endless wilderness, and soon left the Dali boundary.

The calamity energy accumulated on the side of the body is like the nectar filled in the bowl. It only takes a little force and a few bumps to stir it out completely.

The moment he stepped out of the space rift again, Chu Zheng's eyes appeared in front of a small village deep in the mountains, with hundreds of households, isolated from the world, thousands of miles away, and without any human habitation.

The setting sun melts gold, and there is a warm glow between the sky and the earth. Smoke rises from the villages, and the faint sound of children playing can be heard.

Looking at the small village in front of him, Chu Zheng frowned slightly. He had specially searched for a wild place with few human traces, but he didn't expect to bump into someone.

However, in terms of distance, this place has entered the territory of various countries, and it is normal for there to be villages and towns.

Chu Zheng shook his head slightly, turned around and prepared to leave without thinking too much.

Before he could open the space portal, there was a sudden smell of fishy smell in the wind, which was extremely pungent and made him feel uncomfortable instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zheng's spiritual thoughts spread out and covered a hundred thousand miles in radius. He quickly traced back to the source and found out the source.

A dark monster beast that looked like a mastiff, more than twenty feet long, exuding black mist and covered with dark scales, stared at the village not far away, its pupils were blood red.

It's more like a possessed beast than a demon.

Near this ferocious beast, there was a middle-aged monk wearing dark robes, with a thin face and an air of violence all over his body.

This appearance couldn't be more obvious, the evil way of feeding demons with human flesh and blood.

One person and one beast, only a hundred miles away from Chuzheng. It seemed that they had been staying for a while, and their aura had been carried by the wind.

This middle-aged monk is in the middle of the third level of cultivation. As for the mastiff, he is also just a little third-level monster. To Chu Zheng today, he is like weeds on the roadside, easy to pull out.

Seeing this, Chu Zheng frowned slightly, how could it be such a coincidence?

It just so happened that the demon was making trouble, and he happened to pass by this place.

Why did we meet at this moment?

While he was deep in thought, the mastiff was already slowly moving towards the village.

Chu Zheng glanced at the villages in the distance, whether to save them or not.

Almost without thinking, he already had the result in his mind.

If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. He has every reason to suspect that the person and beast in front of him are the fuse that detonates his calamity.

There is no way to avoid it...

The stern look in Chu Zheng's eyes flashed away, and his body turned into wind. In the blink of an eye, he stepped in front of the man and the beast.

Woo——

There was a roar in the void, and Chu Zheng casually slapped the mastiff into a bloody mist.

The next moment, he reached out and grabbed the middle-aged monk's throat and lifted him up, his eyes filled with murderous intent:

"Let me ask you, where is your master and how many senior disciples do you have?"