Cyan.

Blue.

Purple.

Above Tang Yi Xuandan, the flickering colors have been reduced from seven to three, and they have begun to flicker and change.

If Tang Yi stopped at this moment, then he could at least achieve the True Immortal Realm in the future.

Of course, if Tang Yi wants to become an immortal emperor in this life, it is naturally impossible to have such a little pursuit.

Therefore, Tang Yi did not stop at all, directly manipulated the Xuandan, and continued to fight against the remaining four supernatural powers in the Eight Extremes Formation, washing and grinding the impurities of his own Xuandan.

Whew!Whew!Whew!

The eight-pole formation, in addition to wind, fire, thunder and lightning, the remaining four are mountains and rivers.

The mountain, weighing a thousand pounds, pressed on Tang Yi's Xuandan, just like Mount Tai pressing on the top, seemed to want to burst Tang Yi's Xuandan, as well as the soul in the Xuandan.

It's like being crushed on top of your body, trying to crush your bones to slag.

Fortunately, Tang Yi had a solid foundation, and the Dan pattern on the Xuandan was reversed, turning into a defensive form, which was as solid as a rock, and in the end, it shook the mountain-shaped supernatural power violently.

At this moment, above Tang Yi's Xuandan, there are only blue and purple left, that is to say, Tang Yi's achievements in this life will not be lower than at least in his previous life, and he can at least reach Immortal Venerable.

However, Tang Yi naturally couldn't rest on his laurels, and instantly manipulated Xuandan and jumped into a long river.

This is the shape of the supernatural power, was more than 1,000 years ago, Abe Qingming went to China, saw the majestic and magnificent Yellow River, the Yangtze River and created.

The Yellow River is majestic and rushes for thousands of miles.

The Yangtze River is long and stretches for thousands of miles.

Naturally, this is not something that a mere island country can have, so when Abe Harumi saw it for the first time, he was shocked, and he had a flash of inspiration and created Ze Xing supernatural powers.

As soon as it came into contact with Tang Yi's Xuandan, the huge impact shook the Xuandan, and the soul that lived in the Xuandan seemed to be about to fall apart at any time.

However, the most important thing is that the long river transformed by the supernatural power of Ze still has the length of the Yangtze River, wave after wave, wave after wave, endlessly, constantly washing.

The big waves and sand, it was to go to the turnips and save the essence, and in this Ze form and magic power, Tang Yi felt that his Xuandan and soul were being baptized by the impact of the waves.

Feeling that the mana in the Xuandan was becoming more and more pure, and the soul was becoming more and more pure, Tang Yi felt a pleasure that he was unwilling to stop.

However, after all, Abei Qingming's cultivation is limited, and this Ze form supernatural power did not last long before it was consumed.

However, Tang Yi had a sense of loss, because at this moment, above his Xuandan, there were still blue and purple flashes, although purple accounted for sixty percent and blue accounted for forty percent.

Although this means that Tang Yi may achieve the position of Immortal Emperor in the future, after all, the probability is not too high, and it is not nine out of ten.

Obviously, without cultivating the emperor-level exercises, it is not so easy to give birth to a purple primordial baby.

"It's come to this, I can't give up easily, I have to give it a go!"

Tang Yi looked up into the distance, the two qi that were entangled in Qiankun made a decision in his heart, and his body moved, urging Xuandan to rush straight away.

Swish!

Swish!

The two qis, one positive and one negative, one yin and one yang, repel each other, but attract each other, just like two magnets, sometimes attracting each other, merging into one, sometimes repelling each other, the farther away they are.

Tang Yi's Xuandan, mixed in the two qi of Qiankun, only felt that the two different breaths were constantly shuttling and wandering within the Xuandan.

Not only Xuandan, but also Tang Yi's soul immersed in Xuandan, was also pulled by these two different breaths.

Tang Yi only felt that his soul was like being pulled by two giants, one left and one right, and the two giants used force at the same time, as if they were about to pull their soul in half at any time.

But at this time, the two pulls suddenly changed, from pull to push, and forcefully pushed the soul that was about to fall apart again.

It's like forging a weapon, constantly stretching, hammering, stretching, and hammering the steel.

And Tang Yi's soul and Xuandan, like a weapon being forged, became more and more pure and pure under the repeated stretching and beating of the two qi of Qiankun.

However, this was an extremely painful and dangerous process, and in this process, Tang Yi felt that he seemed to have a feeling that he would be dismantled by Qiankun Erqi anytime and anywhere.

Click!

Sure enough, at this moment, I saw that on Tang Yi's original Xuandan, which was originally mixed with the luster of the yuan, two crisp cracking sounds suddenly came out, and two cracks immediately cracked.

Under the repeated stretching and beating of Qiankun Erqi, Tang Yi's Yuan Dan became smaller and smaller, but the gap above it was getting bigger and bigger.

And the color on Tang Yi Xuandan is still changing back and forth in purple and blue.

Tang Yi began to hesitate.

If you want to enter the realm of the Immortal Emperor in the future, then you must give birth to a primordial infant with purple qi from the east.

But if it continues like this, then Xuandan will inevitably be unbearable, and he may be shocked by the two qi of Qiankun at any time.

If the Xuandan does not exist, the soul in it will have no support, and it will inevitably be scattered.

Just when Tang Yi hesitated, the body in the distance, the heart of the ancestral witch in his body, seemed to sense Tang Yi's predicament.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

......

The heart of the ancestral witch jumped wildly in an instant, beating violently, and at the same time, it also spewed out endless blood qi.

Swish!

The majestic blood qi instantly drilled out from Tang Yi's limbs and 108,000 pores on his skin, turning into a rainbow of blood qi, which rushed straight to Tang Yi's soul-immersed Xuandan.

This blood qi is like a timely rain, descending on the Xuandan, not only allowing the cracks above the Xuandan to heal quickly.

At the same time, it has grown, and after being tempered by the eight divine powers of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and mountains and rivers, it has shrunk by eighty or ninety percent of the Xuandan, allowing it to recover as before.

The most important thing is that Tang Yi's Xuandan, at this moment, in addition to the blue and purple colors, there is actually an extra blood red with the same color as the blood qi.

Blue, purple and red, do not give in to each other, entangled with each other.

Airplanes!

These three colors were entangled with each other and absorbed each other, and finally only listened to Tang Yi's Xuandan, and suddenly made a crisp sound, the Xuandan completely exploded, and a transparent, yellow-glowing little baby was born.

"Yellow Yuanying?"

Combining the mana of Xuandan and Tang Yi's soul, the baby that was born was Tang Yi's Yuan Baby.

But seeing the yellow light on this Yuan Baby's body, Tang Yi was stunned for a moment.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, yellow yuanying, the future will be at most a tribulation period!

Tang Yi didn't expect that he had wasted so much torture, but he only gave birth to a yellow primordial baby.

"That's not right!"