Chapter 52: Breaking Through the Spiritual Pill Realm and Shaping the Soul for the Second Time

It took Zhou Xue half an hour to stop. At this moment, the formation has surrounded Fang Wang. Twelve wooden sticks are inserted into the soil, covered with talisman paper, and they are not randomly pasted. The talisman paper on each wooden stick is obviously pasted according to a certain method. The calligraphy and painting on each talisman paper are also different. Anyway, Fang Wang can't understand these calligraphy and painting.

Fang Wang took a deep breath and said, "Come on!"

Zhou Xue stared at him and said, "Take off your clothes, so as not to affect the absorption of spiritual energy."

"This..."

Fang Wang frowned and asked hesitantly, "Then can you turn around?"

"Hurry up, don't be nagging."

Zhou Xue said expressionlessly. Hearing this, Fang Wang could only bite the bullet and take off his clothes.

On the rock, Xiao Zi stared at Fang Wang, spitting out snake tongue constantly.

Being stared at by a woman and a female demon, Fang Wang was so uncomfortable, and the key was that he couldn't refuse.

That's it!

Fang Wang eliminated all distractions, took off all his clothes, put them in the storage bag, and then meditated.

"You can start practicing. The Xuanyang nerves should have recorded the breakthrough method."

Zhou Xue spoke again, and Fang Wang immediately started practicing.

Immediately, Zhou Xue waved her sleeves, and a strong wind blew towards Fang Wang. In an instant, all the talisman papers on the twelve wooden sticks burned, forming twelve flames of different colors. The magical thing was that the talisman papers did not turn into ashes, as if the flames were just attached to the surface.

As the formation started, Fang Wang clearly felt that the spiritual energy under the ground was surging. He saw the ground around him rising up with wind and waves, shaking the natural materials and treasures piled on the ground.

The spiritual energy whirlwind rose up and surrounded Fang Wang's body.

For some reason, Fang Wang felt cool under his body, indescribably cool, which made him want to get up.

Rumble——

The thunderclouds in the sky surged violently, and lightning and lightning were like snakes and pythons spreading out of the clouds, making a huge momentum, making the atmosphere on the cliff even more depressing.

Xiao Zi was scared and dodged away.

Zhou Xue stood in front of the formation, her robe fluttering violently, her eyes looking at the clouds in the sky, the terrifying wind and lightning did not scare her away.

As the whirlwind around her became stronger and stronger, the natural treasures around Fang Wang began to emit spiritual energy of different colors, gathering together to form a colorful wind, which was very dazzling.

Fang Wang immersed his mind in the breakthrough and put aside all distracting thoughts.

Boom!

A lightning bolt suddenly struck down, shattering the colorful whirlwind and sinking into Fang Wang's head. He trembled all over, and the surrounding spiritual energy and wind and waves rushed into his body crazily.

After a short period of severe pain, it was replaced by endless comfort, which made Fang Wang want to do it again.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Lightning bolts struck one after another, and each time they could attract the surrounding spiritual energy to merge into his body, cleanse his muscles and bones, and finally gather on his dantian, concentrating in one place.

Gradually, Fang Wang forgot the pain and focused on looking inward at his dantian.

Xuan Yang's mind was working, and the spiritual energy was compressed and condensed in his dantian. The whole process was very complicated. Once he relaxed, the spiritual energy that was condensed together would easily disperse, especially the spiritual energy with different attributes, which had mutual rejection.

Zhou Xue kept staring at Fang Wang, and slowly, a smile appeared on her face.

Xiao Zi looked at her from time to time, fearing that she would mess up. After all, its life was in Fang Wang's hands. It was afraid that Fang Wang would die and it would die with him.

Time passed quickly.

An hour later.

One third of the natural materials and treasures around Fang Wang had withered, or turned into ashes and dispersed with the wind.

Zhou Xue stopped staring at him, but meditated not far away, closing her eyes to rest.

Thunder and lightning fell from time to time, but could not shake Fang Wang's meditative posture.

...

Under the overcast sky, the barren mountains stretched out. On a hillside, four Taiyuanmen disciples stood side by side, including Gu Li and Xu Lang.

Their eyes all looked in the same direction. A few miles away, between two mountains, there was a ruined temple. The gate was open, and a corpse was hanging under the plaque, swaying slightly in the wind.

On the temple wall, there stood several mysterious women in white clothes, with dishevelled hair, making it impossible to see their faces clearly. From a distance, it was creepy.

"Do you really want to break in?"

A male disciple frowned and asked. His name was Yan Feiyue. He carried a broadsword on his back and a long whip tied around his waist. He was burly and his temperament was not like that of a cultivator, but more like a warrior.

Xu Lang said expressionlessly: "The opportunity of the Great Sage Cave Heaven is rare in a lifetime. If you don't take the risk, you will regret it. Maybe we are first-class geniuses in Taiyuanmen, but the goal of cultivating immortals is to pursue immortality. Since ancient times, has anyone in Taiyuanmen been immortal?"

Yan Feiyue was silent after hearing these words.

Ye Xiang, a genius of the Earthly Treasure Spirit from the Second Vein, said, "Go ahead. The four of us should be able to work together without any problems."

Gu Li had no objection. She had always aimed to defeat Fang Wang. She knew that if she practiced by following the rules, it would be impossible to surpass Fang Wang. Only by taking risks to find a great opportunity could she have a glimmer of hope.

The four of them immediately flew to the temple in the distance. At the same time, the women in white on the courtyard wall looked up, revealing pale faces, empty eyes, and lifeless.

…

The morning sun broke through the sky, penetrated the thunderclouds and fell down, just landing on Fang Wang.

After a day and a night of breakthrough, he finally reached the first level of the Spiritual Pill Realm!

The natural materials and treasures around him have all withered or turned into ashes and no longer exist.

At this moment, in his dantian, the spiritual pill has been formed, the color of white jade, crystal clear, and the spiritual energy flows into the spiritual pill, and then transforms into majestic spiritual power. From the ninth level of the Plastic Spirit Realm to the first level of the Spiritual Pill Realm, it seems to be separated by one level, but in fact the gap is huge.

After the breakthrough, it is the process of stabilizing the cultivation!

Fang Wang was looking into the treasure spirit space and found that eight deep purple areas like grooves appeared around the Tiangong Ji, which shocked him.

Could he also condense nine natal treasure spirits?

The natal treasure spirit not only determines the qualifications, but also is equivalent to a magic weapon that will not be damaged. For cultivators, the more magic weapons the better, so that they can face different dangers.

In Zhou Xue's words, the existence of the natal treasure spirit is a gift from heaven to the human race!

Zhou Xue, who was sitting in meditation, opened her eyes and murmured to herself: "Almost done."

She raised her right hand and waved it, and the formation suddenly changed. The whirlwind of spiritual energy around Fang Wang suddenly sank and spread on the ground, forming a visible mist, which continued to expand and cover Fang Wang's body.

Fang Wang clearly felt the change in the formation, which made him find the feeling when he was shaping his soul again.

At first, he originally wanted to shape the natal treasure spirits such as tripods and towers, but now that he is sure that he can condense eight natal treasure spirits, he changed his mind.

Condense the sword first and pretend to be a sword cultivator!

When he first shaped his soul, he wanted to condense the natal treasure spirit of the sword. Without a handsome sword, how can he be considered a qualified cultivator?

Fang Wang began to feel uneasy, wondering if the Heavenly Palace would stop him this time.

He began to imagine his own sword.

Unlike the first sword, he had a new idea. Before he met Xu Lang, his knowledge of swords was limited to common sense. After seeing Xu Lang's invisible sword, he realized that soul shaping could be innovative.

The soul shaping process is not only about shaping the shape of the natal treasure spirit, but also about injecting ideas about its abilities. For example, Li Hongshuang's natal treasure spirit can release poison, and Zhou Xue's natal treasure spirit can capture souls.

How much power the natal treasure spirit can finally exert depends on the grade of the natal treasure spirit.

Under Zhou Xue's gaze, Fang Wang's Xuanyang True Fire was emitted from his body. Unlike the first soul shaping, the Xuanyang True Fire also carried white flames. The Xuanyang True Fire and the white flames surged to his head and condensed together.

Xiao Zi climbed onto a large rock, looked at Fang Wang, and spit out snake tongue.

With the experience of the first soul shaping, Fang Wang was more comfortable with soul shaping this time.

He looked inward at the treasure spirit space, imagining the form and ability of the second natal treasure spirit.

As time went by, a sword handle gradually condensed on Fang Wang's head, with the sword guard facing the sky.

"Young Master, are you shaping your soul?" Xiao Zi couldn't help asking, because it remembered that Fang Wang's natal treasure spirit was a long halberd.

Zhou Xue didn't answer, her eyes were fixed on the top of Fang Wang's head.

The hilt of the sword became more and more solid, and Zhou Xue also thought of Xu Lang's invisible sword, which only had the hilt and the blade was transparent.

But she vaguely felt that Fang Wang would not imitate others.

That Tiangong Halberd was not imitated, because there was no such natal treasure spirit in the world!

The Tiangong Halberd is definitely not as simple as a long halberd!