Back three months ago.

After taking the second foundation-building pill, Zhang Yang used his power to dissolve the medicinal power.

As the medicinal power spread, the flow of magic power in the whole body surged again, turning into small vortexes and began to rotate and compress.

However, Zhang Yang was soon disappointed to find that the frequency of this stimulation and compression was much weaker than the last time, and the impact and pain caused to the ** is greatly reduced.

The whole process lasted for about one day and gradually disappeared and ended.

Zhang Yang looked down at his body. It was slightly thicker than a day ago, but the changes were not obvious.

After checking the spiritual consciousness, the flow of magic power was compressed again, and about 30% of the space was left in the body.

Zhang Yang's brows frowned.

"Resistant? This thing is resistant to drugs?"

Zhang Yang felt that it was a big trouble and the promotion seemed not as simple as he thought.

It's right to think about it. If the corpse of the corpse is so easy to advance, I'm afraid the purple zombie in the world will run all over the ground.

"If I have drug resistance, I will increase the dose. Anyway, my ** is strong and has strong tolerance, so I am not afraid of dying if I explode."

Thinking of this, a look of determination appeared on his face.

After taking out the Yin Condensation Bead, after spending half an hour to recover his magic power, he flipped his hands and took out two foundation-building pills. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, and took out another one.

Three blue pills were spinning in the palm of your hand, very beautiful.

Zhang Yang did not hesitate and swallowed it with his head raised. He used his magic power to resolve the medicine power.

Slowly, the familiar strange energy began to spread, and the magic power in the ** was stimulated, rippling violently, turning into small vortexes and spinning rapidly.

The degree of this vibration is almost the same as the first time. However, because the magic power flow is more solid, the damage caused is also greater.

pain!

Severe sting!

It was like a small vortex composed of countless small and sharp blades, which was crazily destroying the magic power flow slowly compressing during the rotation.

Woo, his face was ferocious, and he said a long hiss at the sky. However, he was extremely excited.

"It's done! That's what I want!"

"The pain is even stronger than the first time, but it can still bear it!"

"It is impossible to defeat me with this level of pain!"

Zhang Yang grinned, his hoarse and cramped voice roared wildly, full of indomitable momentum.

Compression…transformation…

The whole process lasted about four or five days.

Four or five days later, Zhang Yang stood in the middle of the stone chamber, and his body faintly showed a faint purple color.

The effect this time was very good, but it was far from enough! Zhang Yang felt that the gaseous mana in his body was already very close to the complete condensation, but when it was "very close", it seemed as if the resistance was very large, and it was very difficult to continue compressing.

"You have great resistance and you can't compress it, so I will use stronger and stronger medicine. I have to subdue you!

I've fought hard!"

Zhang Yang's face was harsh.

Take out the Yin Condensation Bead to use the power to absorb the Yin power and restore the state.

With one turn, four foundation-building pills appeared in the hand, and all of them were raised to take their magic powers and began to resolve them...

Ten days later...

Zhang Yang's face was solemn when his condition recovered again.

There were only five foundation-building pills left in my hand, and the condensation seemed to be within reach, but this last step seemed out of reach.

"If you don't advance, you'd rather die!"

Take all five foundation-building pills.

When the medicinal power reaches its limit, every increase of one point is extremely unbearable for the taker. This principle is like the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

For ordinary corpses, taking two foundation-building pills at one time may be the limit. Zhang Yang** is particularly strong. When taking four, he also felt that his body seemed to explode, which was even worse than taking corpse-burning pills.

But he had no choice.

There are only five foundation-building pills left in my hand. If I cannot succeed this time, I may not have a chance to get it. Then the days of advancing to the purple zombie will become a long time ago: refining bone wings and the like will also become an ant that hopes that I will still be completely held in the hands of the White Witch Corpse King and can be slaughtered.

no!

I don't want this!

This is absolutely not possible!

You have your own destiny, and you would rather die than surrender!

With perseverance and confidence, Zhang Yang used his magic power to begin to resolve the medicine power.

Two or three hours later, the medicinal power began to slowly spread.

The moment the magic power spread, the flow of magic power wherever it went, seemed to solidify, and a powerful force surged. Zhang Yang was caught off guard and suffered an impact. He bit his teeth and fainted.

Perhaps because it did not endanger life, the "Taiyin Refining" in the depths of the soul did not appear.

Although he was in a coma, Zhang Yang's skin on his body still opened his mouth wide, swallowing the surrounding yin energy frantically, replenishing the space in his body due to the compression of the air flow. When body refining reaches a certain level, this has become a natural manifestation in the subconscious. If you don't practice deliberately, your strength will improve all the time. With this alone, I don't know how many people will envy you.

Zhang Yang did not notice that in the Yinquan that was hundreds of meters thick stone mountain, the White Witch Corpse King sat cross-legged and his spiritual sense was released, but he saw this scene clearly. Zhang Yang's body slowly changed. The exposed skin on the surface sometimes turned purple, and the scales appeared, and sometimes it was golden. When the muscles were knotted in the golden color, a faint pressure spread out: a messy long hair was also long and dense: the limbs and palms were changing all around.

The White Witch Corpse King's eyes suddenly opened, widened, and his face was full of incredible expressions.

"What's going on? It's different! What's a little different!"

"It's that pressure! Although it's just a faint feeling, even I feel a little trembling......... How is this possible?"

The White Witch Corpse King was shocked.

A small wandering corpse, the aura that exudes when she advances to the nose zombie can actually make a hair zombie feel trembling with the existence of the Great Perfection level? This is simply amazing.

"What kind of martial arts is this little corpse practicing? When it advances, it actually has such momentum?"

After being shocked, the White Witch Corpse King began to become full of passion. His desire for this kind of martial arts has reached the point where he is naked and unconcealed.

"You must get it! You must get this technique! This is my chance to advance! You can't miss it!"

"Made production! I have been waiting for too long and stuck on this threshold. Even the old master can't help me break through, but I have a premonition that this technique will definitely allow me to break through.

The strange laughter of the White Witch Corpse King echoed in the Yinquan Cave, and it looked even colder with the gust of cold wind.

Unknown to the reaction from the outside world, Zhang Yang was in a coma all the time, and the flow of magic power in his body slowly changed and condensed into a liquid state.

This process is extremely slow, but it continues.

After the condensation was successful, these magic powers that were originally present in the ** began to penetrate into the flesh and blood like dewdrops nourishing the land. The structure of flesh and blood was transformed. One by one, the surface of the body was constantly swallowing the rich yin energy in the surrounding space, which replenished the consumption of magic power.

In my sleep, my strength is soaring...

Time is flowing, Zhang Yang knows nothing, the White Witch Corpse King is so excited that he can't suppress himself, Zhou Xingwen and the other two are so anxious that they are like ants on a hot pan.

One day more than three months after Zhang Yang's retreat began, suddenly, a dragon-like roar was heard in the Yinquan Cave.

Angyi has a long and long ancient charm, with a prehistoric aura, like the oldest roar.

Accompanied by this long roar, the entire U-shaped valley mountain range was trembling, and countless gravels rolled down.

In the center of the cave, the fog in the nose and mouth is swaying and constantly surging.

Immediately afterwards, a rich gray mist blew out and broke through the top of the mountain and erupted like a volcano.

The rumbling rocks were flying, with amazing momentum.

Above the entire U-shaped valley, an invisible energy cover rippled like water waves, and suddenly it made a "pop" sound and completely ruptured.

The gray mist instantly leaked out the ancient aura and spread out, and a huge gray cloud gradually condensed in the surrounding sky.

Thousands of miles away, the ruins of the fairy war in the first line of the gorge.

More than three months have passed since the Immortal War, and the misty atmosphere in the surrounding sky has long dissipated. The only thing that has some understanding of the value is the traces of the destruction of the Wuzhi Basin and the surrounding mountains.

However, after all, there are many strong people here, and it is not suitable for retreat and comprehending. Some people with some experience have already left and found a hidden place to retreat.

Even so, those who have little understanding and are reluctant to leave, and there are still many people who come late because of the distance.

Just as Yinquan was blowing out, the monks floating above the immortal war ruins turned their eyes to the east almost at the same time.

"Well? With such a powerful fluctuation, is there any immortal weapon born?" A nascent cultivator lit up his eyes and immediately walked towards Dongfang Xiao without saying a word.

"The fluctuations are so violent, at least thousands of miles away, and it is still clear that it is probably not impossible to say it is a magic weapon. You cannot miss the opportunity!" Another old monster in the Nascent Soul stage surged all over his body and turned into flowing light to leave.

"I've gone too early, and I've gone too late!" This person's appearance was not like a human being, except for his upright legs. He was full of stature and had scales, but he was undoubtedly a demon cultivator.

"It's a pity that so many experts have sensed it. My strength is limited, so I'm afraid there is no chance.

However, it is also good to be able to see the birth of the magic weapon." The person who spoke was a powerful Jindan stage.

"I sensed a trace of demonic energy. This is probably not a decent thing. I immediately notify the mountain gate and send someone to support me!" He was wearing a white robe, with a handsome face and a cold face. He was not Weng Qingyu but who was it.
To be continued...