Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

The golden light was a little weak, after all, He Zhengxin snatched it from the protagonist, and most of it had been used up.

He Xingzhou thought for a while, clenched his hands tightly, and gradually compressed them.

Soon, the golden light shrank into a ball, liquefied, and solidified...a particle the size of a sesame seed was formed.

There is no specific carrying form for such things as luck. He Xingzhou used a lot of energy to turn it into a solid body and compress it in a tiny space.

Seeing that Fang Zhengxin's eyes were still closed, he stretched out his hand and threw the particles onto his head, like spirit stones, which were absorbed by him.

With the return of luck, Fang Zhengxin broke through the shackles in an instant, and his cultivation speed skyrocketed, and he was soon promoted to the level of the late foundation establishment stage.

He opened his eyes, touched the array on the ground, and was a little puzzled: "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, just return your things."

Not long after Fang Zhengxin joined the fast travel game, he still doesn't know many rules of the various small worlds, so he just nodded ignorantly, and once again concentrated on immersing himself in cultivation.

There is no sun and moon in cultivating immortals, and his practice has lasted for three full years.

"Crack!"

Nascent Soul Thunder Calamity accumulated in the cave to a certain extent, and he was caught off guard and struck down. Fangzheng's eyes were firm, and he went straight to the Thunder Calamity.

That was the Thunder Transformation Formation that He Xingzhou provided him. He didn't need to go through tribulations to be promoted to Jindan. Fang Zhengxin's journey was too smooth, and he might be envied by heaven.

This is the first time he has faced the thunder tribulation. He Xingzhou was afraid of accidents, so he spent three years learning the formation and developed the thunder transformation array. It can store the excess thunder calamity in it to generate thunder cloud beads, which can be used by monks for subsequent body quenching.

It is also very useful for thunder cultivators like He Xingzhou.

Although Fang Zhengxin is the protagonist, the Dao of Heaven will not be kind to him. On the contrary, it will test him with a more severe thunder tribulation.

This caused, it was obviously the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, and it was not much better than the others who had been promoted to the Nascent God. Every time the bucket-thick Thunder Tribulation was struck, it would cause several wounds on his body.

At the beginning, Fang Zhengxin was still able to grit his teeth and endure it. It wasn't until the last few strikes, when the thunder calamity that almost killed people's souls, came that he quickly took out several Nascent Soul-level magic weapons to block them.

At the same time, quickly take the Huiling Pill, hurry up to recover the spirit energy, and repair the injury.

Lei Jie was ruthless, and he struck down without stopping, destroying all the instruments. He Xingzhou worked on the side, drawing the excess thunder energy into his body, which also relieved him a lot of pressure.

In the last thunder calamity, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and mobilized the spiritual energy in his whole body, forming nearly a hundred layers of protective ice shields on his body. Under the thunder calamity, the ice shields shattered layer by layer. His face will turn pale.

Lei Jie had already weakened a lot after passing through the ice cover, and when it finally hit him, its power did not exceed [-]%.

Fang Zhengxin insisted on carrying it down, but the damage was extremely serious, and he fell to the ground, almost unconscious.

He Xingzhou stood aside and did not approach at will. After the thunder calamity, the monk will be reborn. At this time, the power of heaven will send down the original power to repair the body damaged by the thunder calamity and make it stronger.

If you absorb enough original power, you will transcend the mortal body and eventually ascend to immortality.

This was a critical period for Fang Zhengxin, and he hated being disturbed the most. He Xingzhou stood silently at the side, looked inside his body, and found that his meridians were wrapped in some unknown energy and was gradually repairing, so he felt relieved.

After being in a coma for three days, Fang Zhengxin slowly woke up. When he woke up, the first thing he did was to raise his head and cast a spell, and found that the power was really incomparable.

"Yuanying, it's really extraordinary."

In this state, the vitality in the body is endless, and the aura is powerful, as if it is inexhaustible. In the past, it could only support large-scale spells a few times, but now it can be released at will.

"How does it feel?"

"Great. After being promoted to Nascent Soul, my sea of ​​knowledge has also expanded a lot, and I can understand many alchemy recipes that I didn't understand before."

Halfway through the words, his expression changed, "The alchemy test is coming again!"

This kind of situation also happened once when he was promoted to Golden Core. Compared to the time when he was at a loss what to do, he was well prepared and dealt with it quite calmly.

He Xingzhou was not at ease. He has not given up on the research on soul restraint these years, and now he has achieved a lot. He asked, "Do you need me to protect the law for you?"

Fang Zhengxin nodded, "Come on, but don't take it lightly, I want to try how much the alchemy has improved over the years."

Cultivation is boring, so Fang Zhengxin refines a batch of pills from time to time, just as a pastime, the trickle of water flows down, and the alchemy has made great progress, and now it is no problem to refine the fifth-order pills that are suitable for the Nascent Soul stage.

He Xingzhou sat at the side, covered his spiritual consciousness, and planned to take action if there was any mistake.

A month passed, and when Fang Zhengxin opened his eyes again, there seemed to be a blue light flashing in Fang Zhengxin's eyes, which was a sign of the initial recognition of the master of the Liuyin Furnace outside the sky.

He smiled, and said: "The tripod furnace, I can finally use it." The feeling of not being able to use it while holding the treasure is really excruciating.

Although I haven't fully recognized the master, it is still possible to use it to refine elixirs.

He Xingzhou pulled him up and stretched out his hand. The Wuya Crystal on the cave wall and the Tianlang Divine Stone at the bottom of the pool were instantly lifted off and put into the storage bag by themselves.

Faced with Fangzheng's salivating eyes, he felt a little helpless and handed him the bag.

"Come here, the harvest is really good. The Emperor Flame Secret Realm is indeed an ancient secret realm."

Fang Zhengxin quickly took the bag, kicked it into the most secret pocket on his body, and looked up to the sky, "It's been three years, I don't know what's going on outside."

"follow me."

All the treasures in the cave have been taken away, and the energy that maintains the organ array is powerless. This place has become an abandoned place. He Xingzhou took out his sword and pointed to the sky. A passage brought the two of them up.

The organ was destroyed, and the aura of many treasures left in the cave seeped out, and was captured by many nearby monks. At this time, several monks had already rushed over.

"Let's leave quickly."

He Xingzhou was always afraid of trouble, so when he saw Fang Zhengxin nodded, he led him away from the spot and flew towards the south.

Not long after he left, two teams of monks rushed over. They plunged their spiritual sense into the bottom of the cave, and their expressions instantly became very ugly.

"Damn it, someone got there first! With such a strong aura of the Heavenly Wave Divine Stone, I don't know who is getting the better of it."

The one who spoke was a disciple of Jiuding Peak who was wearing brocade clothes. The disciples of this sect had a lot of research on refining tools and alchemy.

"Not only that, but also Wu Yajing." The monk in white on the opposite side is a disciple of the Baihong Sect, with a cultivation base of Nascent Soul, and there are two followers of the Nascent Soul Stage beside him. Make pie.

Seeing the monks on the opposite side, he sneered, and said mockingly: "Even if they were not taken away, it would not be your turn to weaklings. I really don't know why Jiuding Peak should waste the places and not lock you up in the sect to do odd jobs." ?"

The relationship between the two parties is not good, as soon as they meet, swords are on the verge of breaking out. When the monks who came around saw that the treasure had disappeared, they ran away quickly, for fear of being involved in the grievances of the great sect.

The disciples of Jiuding Peak have always been arrogant, and when they heard him mocking that alchemy refining is a handy job, they all jumped up: "Feng Ziyu, don't think that you can despise my sect because you are related to the head of the Baihong sect! Don't forget Well, the head of the sect still has a direct disciple, no matter what, it's not your turn to be the king."

"That's right, I heard that He Xingzhou is already a Primordial Spirit cultivator. As soon as he was promoted, he was directly in the middle stage. It can be seen that the talent is so high that you may not be able to keep up with it."

"You are not much younger than him. Now that he has become your senior, how does Brother Feng feel? I advise you to practice with peace of mind, and don't be thrown away by others and rejected by the head."

"Senior Brother Ni was joking, hasn't he already been thrown away by now?"

Feng Ziyu clenched his fists tightly, unwilling to be ridiculed like this, he turned his head to the two guards and said, "What are you still doing, I've been humiliated, why don't you hurry up and deal with their bastards!"

Unexpectedly, the guard said indifferently: "Young Master Feng, the head only said that we want us to protect you, not helping you get ahead. By the way, before coming again, he also told you not to cause trouble."

"Hahahaha!" Ni Lesheng laughed loudly, "Feng Ziyu, others say that the head of the Baihong Sect takes good care of you, but I don't think so? Shall I lend you some followers?"

Feng Ziyu's face was ashen, and he gave him a hard look, and started to use the kung fu, and was about to rush up.

He and Ni Lesheng's cultivation bases are similar, both are Yuanying cultivation bases, and one is focused on alchemy, and the other is ignorant, not very diligent, but they can be tied.

It's a pity that there was more than one person on Ni Lesheng's side. Several people saw their brother being beaten, so they naturally helped. Feng Ziyu was defeated very quickly with one-to-many.

He was beaten back to the edge of the stone platform, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily: "You guys won't win with force, what kind of heroes are you if you bully more and less!"

Ni Lesheng said contemptuously: "On the battlefield, it is only about winning or losing, regardless of the number. If I hadn't cared about your guard today, I would have killed you long ago."

Feng Ziyu was so angry that she wanted to rush up again, but was stopped by the guards.

"Master, that's enough. The aura here is mixed, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time. Let's leave quickly."

Feng Ziyu had no choice but to say a few harsh words, then turned and left.

When he turned around, Ni Lesheng's eyes flashed coldly, and he stretched out his hand, a little colorless and odorless powder was sprinkled out, and the powder went straight to Feng Ziyu, and the two guards beside him did not Noticed.

Seeing that the powder was about to approach his body, a burst of purple light struck, splitting all the powder into coke and falling to the ground.

Ni Lesheng's expression changed, he was startled, and shouted into the air: "Who is it? How dare you play tricks in front of me and still not get out!"

Feng Ziyu then turned her head, and saw two familiar figures flying from the sky.

It turned out that it was He Xingzhou and the two who heard the movement and turned back here again.