Zhang Long's half-step divine thoughts, under this missing aura, have improved a lot, and even faintly break through. And Yang Mucheng, who alone occupies ninety percent of nine, in Zhang Long's opinion, even if he does not reach the realm of divine thoughts, at least he has to take half a step of divine thoughts.

But.

Yang Mucheng's cultivation is still in the late stage of the Purple Mansion, and there is no improvement in the slightest!

"What the hell is going on?"

"Could it be that this is the reason why he is looking for the spiritual vein?"

Zhang Long guessed right!

It was precisely because of this that Yang Mucheng had to look for the spiritual vein.

The energy he needed to cultivate to advance far exceeded that of other martial artists. In addition, the Purple Mansion has opened up the Great Perfection of 999 miles, which is equivalent to a few higher levels of difficulty.

If you have to use an analogy.

The spiritual vein is water!

Zhang Long, Chen Longxiang, and Dugu Zhenyi's bodies are containers, equivalent to water cups.

And Yang Mucheng is a bucket, or even a waterhole.

The water of the spiritual veins poured into the bodies of Zhang Long and several people, and it would even overflow, and even shatter this container. But if it is poured into Yang Mucheng's body, it may be just right, or it may not be enough. That's the gap between the two sides!

But.

The aura contained in this spiritual vein was so rich that Yang Mucheng couldn't even improve a small realm, so it was naturally impossible. The reason why Yang Mucheng did not improve his level was also because he encountered such a pure aura for the first time, and the opportunity was rare, so he naturally wanted to sort out the internal strength in his body.

I just saw that the surging and huge aura entered through the 108,000 pores of Yang Mucheng's body, traveled through the body for thirty-six weeks, and then gathered and was spit out like a long dragon. After this air wave dragon was spit out, it did not disperse, but flew into the sky like a hidden dragon ascending to the sky, and even brought out a burst of dragon roar, which was quite spectacular.

In the previous battle with the old lion king, the scars left on his body were also quickly recovered in this time of purification, and a layer of blood scabs formed. With a pinch of his hand, after the dead skin and blood scab faded, he showed a flawless figure like white jade!

"That's it!"

It wasn't until the last cloud and mist dragon was spit out by Yang Mucheng that he opened his eyes.

Zhang Long was simply shocked.

He had never seen such a strange cultivation method, and after ten days of cultivation, his aura did not increase at all. Although he felt strange in his heart, Zhang Long quickly stood up and asked cautiously:

"Yang Shao, have you finished cultivating?"

Yang Mucheng laughed when he heard this, as if he had heard the funniest joke, he shook his head and said, "The cultivation is over, I haven't started yet!"

After speaking.

Yang Mucheng pointed to the top of his head.

Zhang Long was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked above Yang Mucheng. It doesn't matter if you look at it, but after watching it, you can't help but gasp. It turned out that the cloud dragons that were spit out by Yang Mucheng before did not disperse, and they all hovered in the sky one by one.

In the past ten days, Yang Mucheng exhaled and breathed out a cloud dragon composed entirely of spiritual energy, and there were hundreds of thousands of heads here! Under Zhang Long's shocked gaze, a huge cloud dragon that stretched for dozens of miles, and even the body was dozens of zhang thick.

"This ......"

Zhang Long was shocked.

But.

Before he came back to his senses, he saw Yang Mucheng squeeze out a seal with both hands, his eyes widened angrily, and his tongue was full of lotus flowers, and he drank in a deep voice:

"Come!"

Rumble!

In the next moment, the infinite cloud dragon was already surging like ten thousand swords returning in an instant, Yang Mucheng's big mouth opened, no matter how huge this cloud dragon was, it was swallowed alive by him like a long whale absorbing water. With this cloud dragon entering his body, Yang Mucheng's originally calm aura was like a volcano and turbulent wildly.

A burst of surging breath churned wildly in an instant.

"Click!"

At a moment, it was as if a chain had been shattered in his body.

"Ang~"

The high-pitched roar of the dragon resounded.

Yang Mucheng's breath was as if he had suddenly stepped on a step, and he had already reached the peak of the Purple Mansion.

This force is simply too large.

When he reached the peak of the Purple Mansion, he only consumed about 20% of the strength of the spiritual vein.

"Come again!"

Drink in a deep voice.

That was not yet stable, and the breath that had just reached the peak of the Purple Mansion turned out to be another violent churn, and it reached the consummation of the Purple Mansion almost without any hindrance.

This breakthrough used the power of the spiritual veins again.

"I don't know if the remaining strength can make me reach the Grandmaster in one fell swoop!"

Secretly thinking in his heart.

Yang Mucheng did not sprint again, and the previous two consecutive sprints had consumed a lot of his energy. If you don't make the slightest preparation, you will break through again, and it is easy to get stuck at the pass.

"He gave up?"

Seeing that Yang Mucheng did not sprint again, Zhang Long couldn't help but be stunned.

But soon.

A look of shock couldn't help but appear on his face.

It was as if a strange energy swept through the entire cave, and a wind was surging at this moment. I just saw Yang Mucheng inhale gently, like a giant beast inhaling, and all the wind involuntarily surged. Naturally, the infinite aura also surged up along this mighty wind, desperately surging towards Yang Mucheng's body!

Ishikassing!

Twenty percent!

Thirty percent!

Yang Mucheng was not in a hurry to break through at one time, but slowly improved his realm and laid a good foundation. Sometimes, even if the aura is not enough, it is possible to forcibly break through, but the consequence of that is naturally that the foundation is unstable, and it is easy to have all kinds of problems when cultivating in the future.

Forty percent, fifty percent, sixty percent!

In the entire cave, the aura has gradually thinned. It's not like the concentration of aura when everyone first came here. And this aura is still fading madly at a terrifying speed.

Seventy percent, eighty percent, ninety percent!

Quietly.

There seems to be no aura in the cave anymore, and the barren one seems to have suddenly become a desert.

"Oops!"

Zhang Long looked at Yang Mucheng and couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

Squinting his eyes, he looked around, and after a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

"It seems that he can't break through!"

"The aura of this heaven and earth has been collected by him, even the aura I breathed out has been plundered by him, not to mention this cave, I am afraid that there is no aura within a radius of hundreds of miles!"

"Such a good opportunity to break through, if you don't be able to reach the Purple Mansion Grandmaster, I'm afraid it won't be so easy next time!"

He said in his heart.

Seeing it, Yang Mucheng's tense body suddenly relaxed.

"Did you give up?"

Zhang Long said secretly.

But.

The next moment, a devouring force that was even more terrifying than before erupted madly from Yang Mucheng's body!

Zhang Long's eyes widened!

This is no longer cultivation, but the spirit of seizing heaven and earth!

(End of chapter)