Archean Eon Art

The second update! (Make up for yesterday's owed update)

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The towering Jiulian Pagoda has a hundred miles wide entrance.

Meng Chuan and the turtle-shell old man walked in the entrance passage like two little ones.

"Boy Meng Chuan, if you go further, you will be inside the Jiulian Pagoda." The old man with the turtle shell stood at the entrance passage, pointing to the inside of the tower. The inside of the tower was empty and chaotic, and in the center was a pill furnace like a hill. "Go into the tower." Afterwards, go straight ahead, and walking in front of that alchemy furnace means that you have passed the first refinement."

"Go to the pill furnace?" Meng Chuan nodded slightly.

"Don't underestimate this first refinement." The turtle-shell old man laughed, "In your era, the most powerful White Bird Pavilion Master and Ten Thousand Stars Heavenly Emperor are half-steps to the Eight Tribulations Realm, and they only broke through the fifth refinement. You alone The Six Tribulations Realm...it is very difficult to break through the first refinement."

Meng Chuan was shocked.

Patriarch Cangyuan in his hometown passed the fourth round, while the owner of the Bainiao Pavilion and Wanxing Tiandi both passed the fifth round, barely halfway through.

"Senior Bei, in our era, how many people have broken through to the fourth practice?" Meng Chuan asked.

"In this era, most of the great powers in the Seven Tribulations Realm have come here, and only three have broken through to the fourth refinement." The old man with the turtle shell said, "They are Jie Zu, Fenglei Xingzhe, and the medicine palace master."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly.

There are seven top Seven Tribulation Realm recognized in the contemporary era, and the Master of the Demon Eye has never shown his top Seven Tribulation Realm strength after returning from a serious injury, so he has not been counted among them.

These seven are the Ancestral Witch King, the Lord of the Blood Phoenix Palace, the Lord of the Shadows, the Chief of the Original Realm, the Ancestor of the Realm, the Wind and Thunder Walker, and the Lord of the Medicine Palace.

"Hasn't the Ancestral Witch King been here?" Meng Chuan asked.

At the beginning, for a period of time, the ancestor witch king was the strongest in the Seven Tribulations Realm of the physical body, and the Jie Zu was the strongest in the Seven Tribulations Realm of Yuanshen.

Even now, the Ancestral Witch King is still powerful.

"After all, he is lacking in practice. It is only by chance that he obtained the 'inheritance of witchcraft' left by the eternal existence, so he has such strength." The old man with a turtle shell said casually.

"What about the master of the magic eye?" Meng Chuan asked,

He has had close contact with the Master of the Demon Eye, and the Master of the Demon Eye stood at the pinnacle of the long river of time and space a long time ago.

"There are also some deficiencies." The turtle shell old man said, "They are not as deep as Jiezu and the other three."

Meng Chuan sighed secretly.

It is widely rumored in the outside world that there are "seven top seven robbers", and it is widely rumored that the master of the magic eye is unfathomable.

But in Jiulian Pagoda, in the eyes of this spirit... obviously, there is still a distinction between high and low.

Jie Zu, the oldest Seven Tribulation Realm of the present age.

The Lord of the Medicine Palace is the most low-key and most inviolable person in the Seven Tribulations Realm, but his skills in medicine and poison have reached unimaginable levels, and no force is willing to be an enemy of the Palace Lord of Medicine. Even the owner of the White Bird Pavilion and the Emperor Wanxing didn't want to provoke him.

The wind and thunder walker, a lonely Seven Tribulations Realm, has been exploring ruins everywhere for a long time, focusing on cultivation, because the discovery of treasures in the exploration of the ruins will cause other Seven Tribulations Realms to rob them, and the battle will start. But as long as he fights, the wind and thunder walker will never suffer! Heavenly Emperor Wanxing, a half-step Eight Tribulations Realm, once had a head-on confrontation with Fengleixing Zhe because of the treasures of the relics. Fengleixingzhe turned out to be the successful party. He managed to escape with the treasure, and Emperor Wanxingtian didn't get anything.

"The conflict between Fengleixing Zhe and Wanxing Tiandi, the outside world said that Fengleixing Zhe was a fluke. After all, Wanxing Tiandi is an existence that masters the rules of time and space... It must be careless. But now, it can be taken from Wanxing Tiandi. Fleeing with the treasure, the wind and thunder walker is strong enough." Meng Chuan secretly sighed.

Speaking of it, Patriarch Cangyuan has broken through the fourth refinement, comparable to Jiezu, Medicine Palace Master, and Fenglei Star Master.

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"Remind you again, you must not use any treasures to enter the Nine Refining Pagoda, purely rely on your own strength, otherwise I can only expel you, and you will never be allowed to enter again." The old man with a turtle shell said standing in the entrance passage.

"clear."

Meng Chuan still cherishes the opportunity of Jiulian Pagoda very much. According to the records of Cangyuan Patriarch, wandering into Jiulian Pagoda can find his own shortcomings in practice, and if he is good enough, Jiulian Pagoda will also give him treasures.

Meng Chuan stepped into the tower.

The tower was empty and chaotic, and only the alchemy furnace in the center was the most conspicuous. Meng Chuan felt an extremely heavy oppression when he took his first step on the ground in the tower.

Hoo hoo~~~

In this chaotic and empty space, there is an invisible wind blowing on Meng Chuan's body. Each wind is much heavier than a sun star, and it must try its best to penetrate and impact every micron.

"It's such a strong oppression, it's enough to crush the normal Six Tribulations." Although Meng Chuan is the clone of the primordial spirit, he is focused on the cultivation of the primordial spirit after all, and the primordial spirit methods he created have taken shape, especially the magic mountain. After walking 73,000 miles, the method has changed even more.

The entire primordial avatar was under the impact and oppression, but it had the implication that it would last forever, and it did not shake itself at all.

Meng Chuan walked step by step, towards the Dan furnace.

The wind in the tower became heavier and heavier, and the impact increased.

"Woo~~~"

A strange whimper sounded in Meng Chuan's mind, and illusory eight-clawed creatures appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, impacting Meng Chuan's consciousness. Meng Chuan's consciousness was condensed into a human form, and a knife was condensed at his waist, which was the knife of will .

Meng Chuan slashed out with a knife, smashing these illusory octopus creatures head by head.

In terms of spiritual will alone, Meng Chuan is not inferior to Yuanshen Seven Tribulations Realm, so it is naturally not something that can be shaken by these foreign objects.

Step by step.

The oppression became stronger and stronger, and the illusory eight-clawed creatures that rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness became more solid and stronger.

"Six Tribulations Realm, it's too difficult to break through the first refinement." The turtle-shell old man sat at the entrance of the passage and watched with great interest, "I'm afraid there will be one out of a hundred. This little Meng Chuan is still too young."

"Hoo hoo~~~"

The oppressive force of the wind became more and more terrifying. Meng Chuan only felt that the sky and the earth were shaking, and his soul was trembling.

With his primordial spirit and even the rudimentary form of his own method, he couldn't bear the impact.

"I won't fail the first practice, right?" Meng Chuan was secretly startled.

"Boom."

As long as you move forward, the pressure of the wind will only become stronger, and Meng Chuan Yuanshen finally collapsed completely.

"Failed." The old man with the tortoise shell was about to get up when his eyes lit up suddenly, "Eh? Interesting."

The collapsed primordial spirit exists in the form of a micron group.

Invisible to the naked eye, it is the smallest 'trino' after all.

Countless micros form a group, and Meng Chuan's consciousness leads the group of micros.

The powerful will of the mind controls the entire micro-subgroup, and the micro-subgroup changes from the heart, flowing and changing like a stream of water, constantly unloading the impact. Obviously, the 'micron group' form is easier to resist the impact of wind.

"The 'water flow layer' of the primordial spirit that I had realized before may be more suitable for the evolution of the water flow layer by the micron group." Meng Chuan continued to move forward in the form of the 'micron group', and only 20% to 30% of the oppressive force of the wind could really act on the micron group. Ziqun, Meng Chuan was naturally much more relaxed.

Just go with it.

The evil voice of "Woooo~~~" finally condensed into a black eight-clawed creature visible to the naked eye when it got closer to the alchemy furnace.

The black eight-clawed creature pounced on Meng Chuan, who was in the form of a group of microns.

It collided with Meng Chuan's consciousness.

"Kill, kill, kill..." The black eight-clawed creature, each tentacles are greasy, exuding an evil aura, arousing many distracting thoughts of the creatures. It wound around Meng Chuan's spiritual will.

"cut."

Meng Chuan's mind and will have the meaning of "every calamity will not grind". He drew out his sword, and the sword of will chopped off one by one black tentacles. It took seventeen consecutive cuts to completely kill this black eight-clawed creature.

When it was cut off, Meng Chuan, who was in the form of a micro-subgroup, finally arrived in front of the pill furnace.

The wind stopped, the strange whimpering sound disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

"Wow."

The shape of the micro-group was condensed, and it returned to the appearance of Meng Chuan with black robe and white hair.

"Is this just the first practice?" Meng Chuan looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him like a hill, and felt that he was about to be forced to exhaust all means.