Seeking immortality.

Chapter 173

So Qin Yan didn't worry at all.

Unscrupulously absorbing the swarming violent spiritual power.

At this time, if there is a very powerful immortal cultivator who looks on coldly, he can clearly see the huge gap between Qin Yan and other immortal cultivators.

Poor other immortal cultivators, all of them showed trembling expressions.

At this time, there is too much aura in the world, and each strand contains violent power, so they dare not take the initiative to breathe it out.

Even if you passively inhale the body's aura, you have to run the formula to guide and dissolve it carefully.

This process is quite similar to diluting the power of thunder and lightning when building the foundation of Talisman Dao.

Can't go wrong.

It must be diluted to the extent that the body can bear, and then it is brought into the dantian, guiding it to wander through the seven meridians and eight channels, washing the marrow and cutting the bones.

It is relatively safe to do so, but the efficiency is completely incomparable with Qin Yan, after all, you can't have both.

What's more, it is impossible for them to dare to do like Qin Yan.

Otherwise, the old birthday star hanged himself, thinking that he lived too long.

Oh, no, there is also an exception, that is the young master of the Moyun Sect. This guy is also like Qin Yan, who directly absorbs the violent spiritual energy.

After all, for this foundation building, the other party spent a whole ten years strengthening his body.

In this way, half an hour passed.

Under a pine tree more than ten feet high, an old man with a handsome beard was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The old man's surname is Tang, and he is eighty-five years old this year. Although his face is flushed, his cheeks are also covered with wrinkles.

As a casual cultivator, he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals by chance. Without any background or help, relying on his own groping, he was able to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi refining for decades, which is already quite remarkable.

But at this age, his blood has dried up, and he also understands that it may be difficult to make further progress in this life.

Are you not reconciled?

Of course it is.

In his dreams, he hopes to build a foundation, so that he can live to be more than two hundred years old.

But wishing is just wishing.

But sometimes chance is such a coincidence.

So when he accidentally learned that the spiritual meridian of the former head of the Black Sword Sect was about to be revived, and might even explode, he came here without hesitation.

Even if he knew in his heart that the foundation building of spiritual veins was extremely dangerous, not to mention that he only had the eighth level of refining Qi, the hope of success was even more slim.

But the matter has come to this point, he has no choice, anyway, there is not much life left, why not take a risk?
If you are lucky, maybe you will succeed...

It's a pity that ideals are full, and reality is very skinny.

In just half an hour, this old man surnamed Tang couldn't bear it anymore.

Establishing a spiritual foundation is much more dangerous and difficult than he imagined.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, the old man's face was filled with unwillingness, the foundation establishment failed, and his soul flew away.

And he was far from the only one who was unlucky.

Or, this is just the beginning.

Over time.

There are more and more fallen monks.

Before I knew it, most of the day passed.

A few short hours are like a flick of a finger for mortals, let alone cultivators...

However, at the head of Xuan Dao Sect at this time, everyone is living like a year.

The danger of building a foundation with spiritual veins is self-evident.

Failure is of course the end of the soul flying away, but in fact its success rate is not too low, similar to the foundation building of Talisman Dao.

Originally, according to everyone's speculation, nearly 300 people entered here this time, and in the end at least one-tenth to one-fifth of them were able to successfully walk out alive.

Otherwise, if the chances are too small, everyone will not come here to take risks.

However, who would have thought that there is a conspiracy of Mo Yunzong in it.

So until now, no one has succeeded.

On the contrary, more than [-]% of the monks have fallen.

There are only a dozen or so left, not to mention Qin Yan and the young master, the rest are all top-notch monks of the same rank.

Most of them occupy the caves left by the Golden Core monks of the Xuan Dao Sect, and the conditions for building foundations are considered very good.

These people are also full of confidence in themselves, originally thinking that there is a [-]% to [-]% chance of success.

But now, the situation is different...

Xu Ke is such an immortal cultivator at the peak of Qi refining.

Originally, he was full of confidence in his own strength. Although he was a casual cultivator, he was by no means inferior to any true disciple of the three sects. This time, he was determined to win the foundation.

But now his confidence began to waver.

It has been more than half a day, and he has absorbed and refined a lot of violent spiritual energy, washing the marrow and cutting the bones, and the effect is very good.

According to the records in the classics, he is almost certain that he has successfully established his foundation.

But now, he encountered difficulties.

how to say?

Always a little short.

He has already tried several methods, guiding spiritual power, and trying to build a foundation in Dantian Zifu.

Every time it looks like it is going to succeed, but it is always a little bit short.

Again and again, again and again.

If he could still calm down and try at the beginning.

Now I can't hold my breath anymore.

He felt that there seemed to be an invisible force in the dark, preventing him from building a foundation.

But how is this possible?
There has never been a description related to this in the classics, but I have encountered it myself.

This is definitely not his imagination or hallucination.

It is true.

Xu Ke couldn't help panicking.

Because if the foundation cannot be established successfully, it will continue to absorb violent spiritual power non-stop.

In this way, my body and meridians will eventually be unable to bear it.

How to do?
His face was very ugly.

This idea turned in my mind, but none of it was useful.

……

Xu Ke was far from the only monk who encountered the same difficulty, and the remaining ten or so immortal cultivators were also the elite of the elite.

They were all confident of successfully building the foundation, but now they encountered the same problem as Xu Ke.

Everyone was full of apprehension.

And with the passage of time, such apprehension even turned into despair.

It is obvious that washing the marrow and cutting the bones is very good, how could there be no way to build the foundation?
Could it be that someone secretly tampered with it, is this a conspiracy?
Some people even started guessing close to the truth.

Too bad it's useless.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

They are now fish on the chopping block.

Ever since stepping into the main rudder of Xuan Dao Sect, it is doomed that only one person can succeed in building the foundation and leave here alive.

This is the frightening thing about building a foundation with five elements.

All of them were treated as stepping stones.

And so another hour passed.

Xu Ke couldn't take it anymore. He had tried his best, but he was unable to recover. A mouthful of blood spurted out, with unwillingness and despair in his eyes, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The others didn't hold on for too long. After all, their strengths were almost the same. In the next half hour, the monks who were still alive fell one by one.

As a result, only the last two people remained at the helm of the huge Xuan Dao Sect.

Qin Yan and the young master of the Moyun Sect.

(End of this chapter)