At the same time, the high-level disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple who were in the bamboo garden were full of exhaustion and joy on their faces!

"Everyone, pay attention, Senior Brother will be able to open the Spirit Fight soon!"

After a small half a day's hard work, the senior brother calmed down the damage of the backfire to the body, and after the aura was circulating in the meridians for nine hundred and eighty-one weeks, he gathered in the dantian and tried to hit the foundation building level again!

In the low voice of the Caixia Fairy, Ji Zimo's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of white gas came out of his head.

Without the blessing of majestic aura, no matter how strong the desire to build a foundation in the body is, it will not be able to build a solid abutment, so the monk must choose a feng shui blessed land with abundant spiritual energy and bless it with a certain amount of fiat currency.

"Finally see Tsukiki Lingdou again!"

Cultivator building the foundation is not often seen in the third-level sect, so the Flying Dragon disciples present all have excited expressions on their faces.

If the spirit bucket appears, it means that the foundation builder's skills are more good, and being able to observe his rush will also be of great help to challenge his promotion in the future.

In the low voices of everyone, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled and dripped from the top of Ji Zimo's head.

Be sure to succeed today!

Today, we must successfully build the foundation and step into the second journey of the monk!

Burst!

A faint sound finally appeared, and everyone stared desperately at each other, before they could barely find a mini bucket the size of a fist and the length of two arms on the top of Senior Brother's head......

Belch!

Everyone who had worked hard for a long time looked at each other, and they couldn't make a sound in their throats and eyes.

They all know the strength of Zhu Zimo, and they know that the inheritor of this main lineage will never have such a little ability.

Why is the spirit fight so weak?

Probably...... Can it be long in a while?

In the eyes of the Caixia Fairy, the wind bucket did not rise and shrink, and turned into a small bean sprout in the blink of an eye.

Then, in the expressions of everyone's eyes, the "poof" completely disappeared.

The disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple looked at each other, and sweat oozed from their foreheads.

"In the air, there is no aura!"

I don't know who first discovered such a terrible fact and broke the dead silence.

"What about the aura between heaven and earth? Where did all the aura go? Damn, is it the end of the world? ”

Gao Xuan was so anxious that he screamed.

"Alas......"

Ji Zimo sighed, no matter what, he has no chance to build a foundation today.

I don't know if the inexplicable disappearance of the aura indicates great foreboding?

The aura of the entire Flying Dragon Temple was gathered on a small hillside at the foot of a mountain full of crocodile demon corpses.

A certain nun is ......

Seven layers of condensation, eight layers of condensation......

He had never cultivated the supernatural powers that matched the aura, and the power of the breath in his really small body was almost touching the peak of the condensation qi.

Her consciousness, as if immersed in a vast expanse of black snow, accustomed to the soreness and pain from all parts of her body, began to walk around.

Walk, walk, walk.

I always feel that in the dark, something is pulling me to lead to a single peak.

I don't know how long it has been.

The eyes suddenly opened, the black snow was gone, the lone peak had been stepped on by himself, there were steep cliffs in all directions, and the gale gusts could be seen when he looked down, blowing the mountains and rocks down, and the valley was pitch black, like a beast's mouth that swallowed people.

However, in the place three feet in front of him, there was a shadow sitting on the ground.

It had its back to itself, facing the cliffs and the wind and snow, without breath or temperature.

"You, calling me?"

She has faced countless absurdities, and she is no longer like a girl who has just entered the cultivation realm, she breathes calmly and her eyes are vigilant.