The Evil Kings of the Gods
First Look at the Door

Hao Sansi moved the muscles on his face, raised his hand to wipe the drink on his face, and said bitterly, "Fuck, what are you doing?"

“I have a sore throat and I cannot help it. I think it's because the last wound hasn't healed yet. I can't see the smoke. I'll be back first, sir forgive me!” After speaking, he ran back to the room. Yue Qianchou patted his chest, his master was almost two hundred years old, and he did not expect him to sing. Even though the move was unintentional, it was also very disrespectful.

"Master is a good man!" Thinking about how Hao Sansi had taken care of himself during this period, he did not overemphasize his master, but his own fame had involved him, so he could not help but sigh. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, he continued his useless work.

This her?" Yue Qianchou, who entered an empty state, suddenly opened his eyes, and two words came out of his lips tremblingly: "Aura!" He closed his eyes again in disbelief. Absolutely aura! The refreshing substance contained in the air was like a happy little elf wandering around.

Yue Qianchou trembled slightly with excitement. It's been almost a year. Every day, he meditated tediously, with countless sarcastic eyes. Does it matter? Everything stayed, and he was very confident that he would succeed.

Happiness came too suddenly, I did not dare to think about it anymore, stabilized my emotions, and got rid of disturbing thoughts. Xuan Tian Gong, who was too familiar to be more familiar, operated, and the air was sucked in and spewed out. Since the absorbed spiritual energy can be sensed, it can also be sustained. It slowly injected into the eight incredible meridians. The entire body was like a sophisticated machine, loose spiritual energy circulated for several weeks and turned into a constantly enraging energy, like a river flowing into the sea and flowing into a Dantian.

The inhalation of spiritual energy was getting smoother, and was proceeding in an orderly manner under the guidance of Xuan Tian Gong. The dantian, which was originally packed into a ball, bulged like a balloon with an infusion of spiritual energy. Yue Qianchou immediately felt warmth all over his body, and he let out a slight groan.

The spiritual energy of Mount Qingguang was naturally a different world compared to the world, otherwise it would not be favored by those who cultivate themselves and possess it. But it is not something that can be done in a short time if you want to puff up your Dantian in one breath. Yue Qianchou, who was immersed in pleasure, did not smell the time, and absorbed the spiritual energy wholeheartedly. In the blink of an eye, two days passed unnoticed.

The disciple did not come out to eat for two days, could it be that he was scared because he sprayed his face with alcohol? Hao Sansi was a little worried, and those who really could not eat were those who had reached the herb formation stage and were already inedia.

“Is the master a stingy person?” Hao San thought crookedly, slightly displeased, and decided to enlighten his disciple. He walked over and opened the door without saying a word. Yue Qianchou was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a smile on his face and a shiny forehead. It seemed like he did not look like a person who had not eaten for two days, he was excited.

“Xuan... Xuan Tian Gong is.. absorbing spiritual energy!” Hao Sansi's mouth was so open that he could clench his fists, his face full of shock and unimaginability. Trembling, he reached out, and his palms released an infuriating white "color" energy, only to see an infuriating white "color" vortex, curling into Yue Qianchou's mouth and nose.

Don't think about it anymore, Xuan Tian Gong's apprentice has already begun. Hao Sansi could not hold back his tears, did God really open his eyes? When I received Yue Qianchou in the Qingguang Hall, I was just afraid that senior brother would not be able to get off the stage. Otherwise, no one would accept this kind of disciple without the slightest root to cultivate themselves.

It's also a waste of money, Qingguangzong has stood in the cultivation world for thousands of years, not one or two cases of this kind of thing. As for the descendants of the elders in the sect, who did not want their descendants to live a hundred years. Perhaps what if he entered the Qingguang Sect, all of them failed to achieve anything, and died in depression at the age of a hundred. Lessons from the past, those without cultivation roots wanted to cultivate, and the insurmountable gap was clear in their minds.

Initially, Hao Sansi did not take him seriously, and considered him a choir disciple. As time went by, Yue Qianchou's perseverance and perseverance moved him. He also deeply felt the aversion and bitterness in the hearts of his students. But so what? She could not help in the slightest, she could only try to be nice to Yue Qianchou. I hope that interns can spend this decade of life happily.

Is it really a reward for hard work? Hao Sansi silently wiped away the tears on his face, seeing the smile on his disciple's face, he felt extremely relieved. He immediately went out and closed the door, and sat down with his knees crossed at the door. He wanted to protect the students. This is a critical time to start, and he should not be bothered.

There were five levels of cultivation in the realm of self-cultivation: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Pill Formation, Nascent Soul, and Tribulation. Under normal circumstances, those who advocate dantian should not be more than two days, I fear it will be difficult to think about the future stage of foundation development. It is expected that the foundation will be established in two days, the potion will be formed in three days, the baby will be born in four days, and the calamity will be crossed in five days. Although promising, other reasons for failure cannot be ruled out. However, this kind of calculation was basically correct in the cultivation world.

When Hao Sansi first started, he preached that his dantian had more than four days, and now he had reached the early stage of Yuan Ying. Now that the disciples had been advocating for the Dantian for more than two days, it didn't matter if they wanted to come to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yue Qianchou sat on the sofa for two days, and felt his dantian swell into a ball, it seemed like the breathing speed of spiritual energy had slowed down. He had read about the Dantian propaganda in Xuantiangong books, and he knew about it, but he had reached his limit. When I was about to finish the exercise, I suddenly felt something move in my chest, seemingly pulled by the original energy of the Dantian, and hurtled towards the Dantian.

When the thing penetrated into his dantian, the little dantian suddenly forced the thing into it, as if it was about to tear. Yue Qianchou was sweating in pain, but he wanted to scream but could not. With an explosion in my head, an image appeared in my mind. In the white fog, a golden ball floated within it and slowly spun around. Yue Qianchou immediately woke up, wasn't this the golden pearl Baihu gave her that day?

Feeling the pain when his dantian had just been broken into, inevitably he was stunned. Could it be that the image in his mind was a scene in his dantian? I saw the golden beads spinning, pushing the enraging white "color" energy inside the dantian.

"Damn it!" Yue Qianchou was shocked and lost his color. The true Qi in his dantian was almost sucked up by Jin Zhu, and that dantian, which had long since been un-tuned after being blown up, slowly collapsed. If this was the case, his previous efforts had all been in vain. I wanted Jin Zhu to stop, but unfortunately it was not under his control at all.

“Grandma! You have worked hard for a full year, and you will return to the time before liberation.” Yue Qianchou hurriedly ran Gong Xuantian, and his spiritual energy was continuously inhaled, turning it into true energy and pouring it into his dantian.

Although Jin Zhu is small, it is like a bottomless pit, sucking in as much True Qi as you have. Yue Qianchou did not know what it was, and decided to play it. If his dantian was not ready to endure, then he should not have expected how high his cultivation was in this life. Xuan Tiangong lifted him to the extreme and tried desperately to absorb the spiritual energy, and Jin Zhu also sucked hard. One by one glued together.

After the third day passed, Hao San did not realize that the disciple was actually a little talented, and he released his original energy again, which Yue Qianchou quickly inhaled. Knowing that his disciple was still defending the Dantian, continued to perform his duty as Dharma protector.

Hao Sansi was a little surprised as the fourth day passed, and that annoying energy was still inhaled.

After the fifth day, Hao Sansi slightly trembled with excitement. What does this mean? This meant that the waste disciple had the possibility to reach a period of tribulation. Not to mention the Qingguang Sect, even in the cultivation world, how many people could possess such talent. He did not dare to meditate anymore, and stayed at his disciple's door to be vigilant.

After the sixth day, Hao Sansi was sweating on his forehead. How this might be ...

After the seventh day, Hao Sansi was a little worried, did his disciple have any problems with his cultivation? Once the annoying energy in his palm was temporarily released, the energy disappeared in the blink of an eye, and instantly "shot" into the nose and mouth of the disciple. Hao Sansi wiped the sweat on his forehead. The disciples who had just started absorbing spiritual energy at this speed, how could their dantian survive?