Chapter 572： 17 years of silence

Over the years, he originally felt that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, and he was only one step away from the late stage of Jindan. Now that he has given up some chores and had more free time, he naturally needs to practice for a while, and polish his mana to perfection. Then swallow those two Ziyan Melting Pills. Of course, if you can use the majestic medicinal power of the elixir to break through the barrier in one fell swoop and become a late-stage golden elixir monk, that would be the best.

As for the aftermath that the spirit pill would damage the monk's meridians and the evil fire would be hard to get rid of, Zhang Shiping was not worried at all. This kind of injury that other monks need to rest for a year and a half, he only needs to meditate next to the bronze lamp for ten days and a half months to heal.

So far, from spring to autumn, there is only one person in the valley who has no distractions, practices day and night, and ignores foreign affairs.

Two years later, Zhang Shiping finally polished his mana, until he felt the feeling of isolation, and finally reached the bottleneck of Jindan late stage.

At this point, he didn't continue to practice, nor did he rush to swallow the elixir, but got up and moved his body, soothed his muscles and bones, and took a bath in meditation to let go of some distracting thoughts in his heart.

Three days later, Zhang Shiping took out the two Ziyan Melting Pills, swallowed them together, and continued to meditate under the light of the bronze lamp.

In this way, the days passed by!

Several months later, Zhang Shiping, whose eyes were closed tightly like a wooden sculpture made of clay, let out a deep breath. He felt the majestic and surging mana in the golden elixir, and a smile appeared on his face.

Cultivation is a matter that tests a monk's temperament extremely. It is really too difficult to achieve the state of neither sadness nor joy! There are always some things in the world that make people worry and joy, and affect people's hearts.

It's just that after breaking through to the late stage of Jindan, Zhang Shiping didn't choose to go out directly, and he continued to meditate and practice Qi to accumulate mana.

The years passed silently, and more than ten years passed in a flash.

This period of time is enough for a baby to grow into a young boy, but Zhang Shiping's appearance remains unchanged, and the wind and frost of these years have not left the slightest trace on his face.

During this period, Zheng Hengyun suddenly waited for several days outside the current valley, as if he wanted to say something to Zhang Shiping, but at that time Zhang Shiping was in a state of tranquility, his whole body was gloomy, and he didn't know anything about foreign affairs at all, so naturally he didn't say anything. respond.

Zheng Hengyun was at the end, he left a sound transmission jade talisman in the Gu Gu formation, and then turned and left. But judging by the way he left, he didn't look worried and anxious, so it wasn't a big deal.

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The first spring thunder sounded, and the rain fell to the ground.

However, there is a magic circle around the Yantan of Qinghuogu, which isolates the rain.

In the heavy rain, several silver snakes suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by the rumbling thunder rumbling between the sky and the earth.

At this time, the ball of black and red intertwined in the sky above the Yantan, the fireball with spiritual light moved a little, the black and red flames gradually faded, and a monk in blue appeared.

"Alas!" Only the monk in Tsing Yi sighed softly.

At this time, Zhang Shiping finally realized why other monks formed alchemy at the age of more than a hundred years, but after hundreds of years, until the end of their lives at the age of seven or eight hundred, they still felt the helplessness of the early or middle stage of the alchemy.

He didn't relax at all, day and night refining the aura of fire rolling in the valley, passing through Zhoutian, condensing in the dantian, and condensing in the golden elixir, every time he practiced in the past, his mana had at least a little improvement, but this time he also totally different.

These refined auras, like the flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water, walked around in his body and returned to the space between heaven and earth. This was the first time Zhang Shiping encountered such a situation.

In the past ten years of practice, nine out of ten have done useless work.

"Spiritual barrier!" Zhang Shiping stood up and frowned, walked down step by step from mid-air, and finally stepped on the rolling magma in the fire pool as if walking on the ground. His face was calm, but there was more or less melancholy and disappointment in his eyes.

When a monk has reached a certain level of practice, he can no longer accumulate mana through normal meditation practice, exhale spiritual energy, or often meditate for more than ten years, and his own mana cannot be increased by a single bit. This is the so-called 'spiritual barrier'.

This is a kind of feeling that a monk can't express to himself.

What Zhang Shiping remembers most is the Uncle Yun Qiyun two hundred years ago, and the senior brother Huo Ming decades ago. In fact, they are not the only two of them. Almost all monks in the world of cultivating immortals will encounter the same thing. However, there are some differences among them. Some monks can't pass the hurdle of foundation establishment, some can't condense into golden core, and naturally there are some golden core real people who can't see the hope of conceiving a baby in their lifetime.

However, since there is a 'spiritual barrier' in the world of cultivating immortals, there is naturally a way to break it, and the simplest and most direct way is to take pills and use the power of the medicine to break through forcibly.

Until not far from him, there was a buzzing sound.

When he came back to his senses, he just shook his head, calmed down his emotions, and then walked towards the shore on the rolling magma.

When passing by a black pumice stone with a radius of two to three feet, a spirit insect with a body length of nearly half a foot and covered with red scales was lying on it. It buzzed non-stop, and it sounded quite noisy.

Zhang Shiping has already noticed that the aura around him is converging towards the Phantom Locust without using divine sense perception or observation with his spiritual eyes, and this locust also followed instinct, absorbing the surrounding fire aura bit by bit.

After more than ten years of practice, this phantom locust has made further progress, and can break through to the level of a third-order great demon at any time. It's just that it's just a bug after all, and its heels and feet are too shallow. At this time, its mind is not as good as an ordinary second-order bird and beast after all. Zhang Shiping wanted to drive it, but he could only rely on the blood contract to swing it like an arm.

After walking to the shore Zhang Shiping randomly found a place beside the formation of the fire pool, sat down cross-legged, with a thoughtful look on his face.

In fact, it was not until the later stage of Jindan that he encountered spiritual obstacles in practice, which was something Zhang Shiping had thought about before.

He mobilized his consciousness, and swept across a thigh-thin pine tree bathed in heavy rain outside the formation, and saw that the rings in the tree were seventeen more than when he just retreated .

"Wait a little longer, at least wait until the Nanfa Temple is opened, and then go out to travel after all those old monsters enter. Otherwise, if you encounter an old monster like the old fire crow on Chisha Island, you will probably die." Zhang Shiping reckoned the time for his retreat, and it was less than a year before the opening of the Nanfa Temple, so he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

The phantom locust lying on the black stone seemed to feel Zhang Shiping's distress, its two tentacles dangled back and forth, its four wings vibrated and buzzed, and it looked over with some doubts. After absorbing the fire aura. But it didn't receive Zhang Shiping's order, and quickly returned to sucking up the fire aura.

Several hours later, it folded its wings and spent most of the day refining the fire aura that had been swallowed into its body before, and repeatedly swallowed the fire aura without thinking.