Three Hundred and Thirty-Six. Grand Master 2nd Level, Yun Ling Middle Stage

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In the Pidi Shuttle, walking in the deep sea, Yan Zhaoge sat upright in it, made a mudra with each hand, gathered at the lower abdomen of the dantian.

As the air around him swirled, it became more vigorous and heavy, continuously circling within Yan Zhaoge's body.

The chaotic airflow gradually became more and more turbid and heavier.

It is as heavy as the earth, which can carry and nurture all things.

The first level of the great master, Yunling's initial state, is characterized by being rich in aura, returning to the original nature, and turning it into a soil-like existence.

The soil that breeds the true spirit of martial arts, so it is also called spiritual soil.

Yan Zhaoge is urging what he has learned at this moment, and the stellar energy is condensed and manifested, like fertile soil for thousands of miles, just waiting to be sown.

If it is the Taiqing Qigong of the Guangcheng Mountain lineage, Yan Zhaoge can actually condense the spirit seed now, stepping into the level of the great master in the middle stage of Yunling.

However, the spiritual seed that Yan Zhaoge wanted to form was not based on Taiqing Qigong, but wanted to use the Wuji Heavenly Book as its foundation.

In this way, the difficulty is undoubtedly much greater, Yan Zhaoge needs to carefully consider and figure it out, in order to properly perfect it.

On the way to the North Sea by boat, besides operating the Pidishuo, Yan Zhaoge has been hurrying up and focusing on his own training.

The accompanying Ah Hu, who was taught by Yan Zhaoge, can roughly operate the rare treasure of Pidishuo.

When Ah Hu was at the helm, Yan Zhaoge practiced meditation.

After Yan Zhaoge's practice temporarily came to an end, he took over, and Ah Hu took a break for the time being.

Speaking of rest, Ah Hu also sat cross-legged like Yan Zhaoge, with his eyes closed, and practiced earnestly.

As he breathed out, he saw streaks of black air coming out of his mouth and nose, not smoke, but something like flowing wind.

As Ahu kept swallowing, it seemed that a small black storm was set off around his body, gradually surrounding himself.

The two of them alternated in this way, in the form of changing shifts, while practicing, they crossed the East China Sea and the North Sea, heading to the extreme north.

One day, Yan Zhaoge took the helm and controlled the Pidi Shuttle to surface.

Now in the North Sea,

There were patches of ice floes on the sea, and the icy cold wind blowing between the heavens and the earth, even a great master martial artist like Yan Zhaoge felt the coldness penetrated to the marrow of his bones.

Not to mention ordinary people or warriors in the realm of body refinement, even master warriors with low cultivation bases, in such an environment, they may all be frozen to death.

And this place is currently only the edge of the extreme north.

The extreme north, together with places such as the Great Western Desert and the Southern Wilderness Huohai Digong, is known as the most ominous place, and it is not for nothing.

Yan Zhaoge turned his head to look at Ahu, and saw black strong wind gushing out from Ahu's body while he was breathing heavily.

The acupuncture points all over Ah Hu's body open and close together. Each acupuncture point is like a portal. When the portal is closed, the wind and waves are exhausted. When the portal is opened, there is a terrifying Black Nightmare Wind blowing out from inside.

Like Yan Zhaoge, Ah Hu has now reached the final hurdle.

The spiritual soil is already incomparably perfect, just wait for one's own spiritual seed to grow, and then one can successfully step into the second level of the great master, the mid-stage realm of Yunling.

However, Ah Hu did not take this step in a hurry, but was still polishing himself carefully.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at him and said, "Relax your mind a bit, the purple energy of the Western Extremes is to control the restless wind with a peaceful heart, and turn the energy of the heavens and the earth into a static thing, but in the end it can erupt into tyranny. And it’s astonishing, like a raging wave of power.”

"Movement and stillness are the essence."

Ah Hu sat cross-legged inside the Pidi Shuo, his eyes still closed, but he nodded slightly.

In the previous Great Tribulation of Guangcheng, most of the descendants of Black Nightmare Mountain, regardless of whether they joined the abyss or not, joined in and attacked Guangcheng Mountain.

The final result, of course, was that the entire army was annihilated. Among the remaining descendants of Black Nightmare Mountain, the two with the highest cultivation levels, Grand Master Jiuzhong, and the powerhouses of the late Yuanfu, all fell to Guangcheng Mountain.

After this battle, the former Holy Land forces, and the Black Nightmare Mountain lineage that lingered until now, were completely destroyed, not to mention completely destroyed.

And in this battle, as the winner, the Guangcheng lineage killed and captured the remaining descendants of the Black Nightmare Mountain who attacked the mountain, and also gained some gains.

Among them, relatively speaking, the biggest achievement is that he successfully obtained the top martial arts inheritance of the Black Nightmare Mountain lineage.

The status of West Pole Purple Qi in Black Nightmare Mountain is like the second half of Taiqing Qigong is to Guangcheng Mountain, and the Great Sun True Qi is to Great Sun Sacred Sect.

The technique Ah Hu had practiced before, the Black Nightmare Divine Wind Jue, went to the depths, and it was to move towards the purple energy of the West Extreme.

Yan Zhaoge passed the West Pole Purple Qi to A Hu, with the intention of hoping that A Hu would use the West Pole Purple Qi, which is better than the Black Nightmare Divine Wind Art, as his foundation in the step of becoming a spirit seed.

After the Guangcheng War, Ahu, who has been practicing continuously until today, has gradually become the climate of the West Pole Purple Qi, but it still needs to be polished.

Yan Zhaoge observed carefully, and saw that when Ah Hu was practicing, in the black storm that was blowing around his body, wisps of light purple air currents were already circulating with the black wind.

It looked like streaks of purple light, mixed in the black storm, shuttled non-stop.

When Yan Zhaoge practiced by himself, the chaotic stellar qi gradually settled down, as if turning into heavy turbid qi, forming the earth, like fertile soil for thousands of miles.

But after sinking to the extreme, Yan Zhaoge's stellar qi instantly became misty and mighty, as if the qi was so clear that it floated up into the sky.

The transformation between the two seems contradictory and abrupt, and if someone else sees it, they will only find it incomprehensible.

But at this time, all this actually happened to Yan Zhaoge.

The clean air floats up to form the sky, and the turbid air sinks to form the earth. The two occur at the same time, and they merge into one body, as if the complete heaven and earth were transformed by Yan Zhaoge's same stellar energy.

The clear air in the sky condensed and gradually turned into a seed-like point, while the spiritual soil below was heavy and vast.

The two are separated and unified, and finally combined!

Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes and took a sudden breath.

Ah Hu, who was controlling the Pidishuo, felt in astonishment that besides the Pidishuo, the spiritual energy in the Arctic ice sea, and the surrounding vast world, all centered on Yan Zhaoge in an instant, gathering rapidly.

"My lord, you have been promoted to the second level of the great master, and you have reached the middle stage of Yunling!" Ah Hu looked at Yan Zhaoge, although he always regarded himself as Yan Zhaoge's number one dog leg, and made Yan Zhaoge comfortable by flattering him. One of the goals of hard work, but now, I am a little speechless for a while.

Once upon a time, due to the relationship between age and the length of training time, there was a lot of gap between Yan Zhaoge and him in cultivation level, but now, Yan Zhaoge has actually surpassed him.

Although there is a kind of young master who deserves to be praised by the young master, Ah Hu couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised and couldn't recover.

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, you're only a few days away."

Ah Hu smacked his lips, tsk-tsk in admiration.

Going all the way, crossing the icy sea, and arriving on land again, Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu collected the Pidishuo and went ashore.

In the far north, there are few people.

That's how it should be...

But Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu found other people, and many of them.

The people of Tianlei Temple. (To be continued.)

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