That's right. This second black sun is also Xia Ming's golden elixir. And it is the result of Xia Ming's research during this period. At the same time, it is also the greatest proof that Xia Mingxian Road is feasible!
The Jindan Avenue is feasible! On Wenwen Lake, Xia Ming's Five Elements Spiritual Roots were already lit up. Although Xia Ming did not arrange and combine them, it is not a joke to have so many spiritual roots embedded in the alchemy furnace. Not only do they promote the continuous downward extension of the gear range of the Blood Wheel Heavenly Palace, they also improve the efficiency of the water vapor circulation in the lower Dantian. While transforming in the dantian furnace, Xia Ming no longer needed Zhao Jiu's dantian little sun, and could directly condense the dark elixir liquid into a round golden elixir. But what surprised Xia Ming was that the golden elixir was doubled, but the combat power was not. One plus one was not enough to overcome the gap of Nascent Soul. But thinking about it carefully, Xia Ming also thinks it is reasonable.
After all...you can't expect two pill-forming monks to kill the old monster Nascent Soul. Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his heart, Xia Ming used all his strength to drive the shadow of the sun. When the spiritual energy is stirring, the dark sun reaches the sky and the bright sun shines brightly. Like a pair of dark eyes. He glanced coldly at all the people in the world. …… Staring at the two black suns above the tower, Zhao Jiu frowned slightly. Two big suns, two golden elixirs. Seeing this scene, Zhao Jiu thought of a fable. An ancient fable about the fairy road. Thinking back to those days, the path to immortality was undecided and all the monks were exploring and moving forward. Refining Qi, building foundation, forming elixir, and even Nascent Soul. This journey has not been easy. Just when all the cultivators were following the path of their predecessors, there was one cultivator who went astray. The monk was supposed to have a younger brother, but when they were in the womb, the two grew up together again. His weak brother was directly absorbed by him. As a result, although this monk looks like an ordinary person, he actually has two Dantians. Therefore, he cultivated two golden elixirs. For a time, the monk was incomparable and everyone envied him. Some people even say that he is the supreme talent who perfected the path to immortality.
The monk thought so too. Then, as everyone expected, the monk broke the elixir and became a baby. But, he actually gave birth to two completely different Nascent Souls. One is him, and no one knows what the other is. Eventually, the monk died. Died by self-fighting. The two Nascent Souls fought with each other, draining the monk's energy and energy. This fable served as a warning to later monks. Too much is not necessarily good. The key to spiritual practice is concentration. Zhao Jiu understood the truth, but when it came to Xia Ming, Zhao Jiu didn't understand it. He didn't understand, didn't understand why Xia Ming, a demon, could reach this point!
Looking at the evil smile on the corner of Xia Ming's mouth, Zhao Jiu felt frightened for no reason. "Brother Ming'er...you really scare me." When Zhao Jiu was frightened, he ordered again. "The monks present! On my orders! Kill this beast! In the name of Zhengxianzhou!" Before Zhao Jiu finished speaking, Xia Ming's voice started up again. "I see who dares!" Listening to Xia Ming's powerful words, the monks onlookers fell silent. They can now be sure that Zhao Liuche definitely has someone's backing! Without the support, he dared to roar the ninth generation head-on? He's not crazy! Looking at the hesitant cultivators, Zhao Jiu's eyes flashed with a suppressed cold light. Divine thoughts continued to refine the Ninth Immortal Palace, and Zhao Jiu's voice rose again. "Right! Show his head to the public!" When Zhao Jiu shouted angrily, a sharp sword light directly struck Xia Ming on the tower. The black sun spread across the sky, the sword's light could not escape, and all of them were wiped out. Seeing this scene, the onlookers kept retreating, fearing that they would get into big trouble. Neither the Ninth Prince of Daguan nor Zhao of Black Sun can be offended by them. When the light of the sword dimmed, Xia Ming also saw the person below. The man was dressed in black robes and exuded a cold aura.
It feels like moss growing in the corners of the high wall. What made Xia Ming even more uneasy was that the man was holding a slender black knife in his arms. A thin knife without protection can hurt others and yourself. It is not a good thing at first glance. Standing on the owl kiss of Louque, when Xia Ming's eyes were focused, a small hand slowly held his left hand. Looking at Muchuan beside him, who was blinking with watery eyes, Xia Ming was suddenly stunned. Ok?
I obviously took blood pills, how could I still see the inner demon?
Could it be that the blood pill has expired? !
Muchuan blinked his big eyes, looked at Xia Ming, and then at the right of the eighth generation below. Biting his lips gently, Muchuan was also entangled at this moment. She was afraid, afraid that if she left, Xia Ming would be killed with one blow. Just like the original Sakuraryu. When Muchuan was entangled, Xia Ming pulled him behind him again. "Stay behind me and don't run around." After comforting Muchuan, Xia Ming looked at the knife-wielding man not far away again. At first glance, the guy was above Nascent Soul, so Xia Ming would die if he took action. Besides, once he takes action, he can no longer hide his true intentions. At that time, it will be difficult to pretend to be an expert. While Xia Ming was concentrating, a figure rushed out from the vermilion tower. With a ferocious head and sharp eyes, who is that if not Po Liuhan? Without saying a word, Po Liuhan pounced directly on the right side of the eighth generation. Then the two of them fought together. Looking at the deformed Po Liuhan, the monks who were watching slowly frowned. "How come Hei Zhao's right and left hands are so weird?" "He has already cultivated two black suns! Do you still care about his left and right hands?" "What does this sudden change mean compared to the black sun?" Yes, the shock of the black sun lies ahead. Po Liuhan, who appeared on the scene, seemed to everyone to be just Xia Ming's right-hand man. What does his little change mean? Looking at Po Liuhan below from the corner of his eye, Zhao Jiu's eyes tightened a bit. Real devil... Still two!
It seems that destiny is mine!
Feeling the mountains and rivers that are included in the range of his induction, as well as the people living above them. Zhao Jiu looked at Xia Ming again. It was only a matter of time before he could refine the Immortal Palace. Now he had his hands free. This time, he not only wants to win, but also wants to win beautifully!
He wants to prove it like a big audience! Not everyone can provoke the Ninth Generation!
With a ferocious laugh, Zhao Jiu waved his big hand, and the sun poured out, crushing directly towards Xia Ming with its majestic pressure. The pressure rumbled and the building trembled. In desperation, Xia Ming could only use two rounds of black sun to resist. While struggling to hold on, Xia Ming also felt the throbbing in his upper dantian that was about to come out. Xia Ming's eyes were blank, and Xia Ming had a clear idea. Maybe…… This is God's will! Double Ninth Festival! Double Ninth Festival! Don't be impatient!
Thinking of this, Xia Ming simply let go and took the initiative to withstand Zhao Jiu's pressure little by little. After noticing Xia Ming's arrogant behavior, the cold look on Zhao Jiu's face became more intense. "Arrogant! I want to see how much you have grown!" He clenched his big hands tightly, and the pressure on Xia Ming's head became a little heavier. Xia Ming's physical body was struggling, but his spiritual thoughts were extremely active. He once again bit into pieces the third-generation blood pill hidden in his mouth. When his thoughts were aroused, Xia Ming's mind connected with the [Double Ninth Festival]. …… Looking at the trembling Xia Ming in the air, he glanced at Po Liuhan who was almost pressed down by the Taiye Pond, and squeezed the ancient jade plaque hanging around his neck tightly with one ear. He thought a lot, Xia Ming's smile, the silence that broke Liuhan, and the backs of the two of them standing in front of him when facing danger. "Damn it! Wuliang Mountain is not all rats!" "I, Gray Thirty-Seven, am not!" Squeeze the jade tablet tightly and activate it directly with one ear. The moment the jade sign lit up, one ear immediately sent a spiritual message. "Ancestor! Ancestor! Help!" [Hey - isn't this Xiao Sanqi? Have you figured it out and want to come back? 】 "Ancestor! Help! If you don't save me, you won't see your lovely grandson!" 【Where are you? What trouble did you get into? I want to see who dares to touch my grandson! 】 Hearing this, one ear suddenly felt steady. "Ancestor! Ancestor! I'm in Daguanxianzhou! The Ninth Prince wants to kill me!" 【what? ? ? 】
"Ancestor!!!" [Stop talking nonsense, who is your ancestor? I don’t know you, you’ve got the wrong person! 】 [Dududu————] He squeezed the jade token in his hand and froze in place with one ear. (End of chapter)