Chapter 217
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At the same time, the faces of the high-ranking disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple in the bamboo garden were brimming with exhaustion and joy!
"Everyone, pay attention, Senior Brother Jiu is about to start the spirit battle!"
After half a day of hard work, Senior Brother Jiu healed the damage caused by the Defying Fire. After eighty-one cycles of spiritual energy in his meridians, it gathered in his dantian, and he once again tried to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage!
In the low voice of Fairy Cai Xia, Jiu Zimo's closed eyes suddenly opened, and wisps of white gas emitted from the top of his head.
Without the support of majestic spiritual energy, no matter how strong the desire to build a foundation was, it could not build a solid foundation. Therefore, when a cultivator wanted to break through, he must choose a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy and a certain amount of dharma coins.
"Finally, I can see a Foundation Establishment spirit battle again!"
It was rare to see a cultivator building a foundation in a third-grade sect, so the disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple present all had excited expressions on their faces.
If the spirit battle was bigger, it meant that the foundation of a cultivator building a foundation was better. Being able to watch him break through would also be of great help to them in their future challenges.
In the low voice of the crowd, beads of sweat rolled down from Jiu Zimo's head.
I must succeed today!
Today, I must succeed in building a foundation and set foot on the second journey of a cultivator!
Puff!
A faint sound finally appeared. Everyone desperately widened their eyes and barely found a fist-sized, arm-length mini battle on top of Senior Brother Jiu's head...
Uh!
The people who had been working hard for a long time looked at each other in dismay, unable to make a sound.
They were well aware of Jiu Zimo's strength and knew that the inheritor of the main bloodline would not only have this little ability.
Why was the spirit battle so thin and weak?
Perhaps... it would grow in a while?
In the guilty eyes of Fairy Cai Xia, the wind battle shrank instead of growing, turning into a small bean sprout in the blink of an eye.
Then, in front of everyone's eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets, he disappeared without a trace with a "Puchi" sound.
The disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple looked at each other in dismay, sweat oozing from their foreheads.
"There is no spiritual energy in the air!"
No one knew who was the first to discover this frightening fact, but only then did the deathly silence break.
"What about the spiritual energy between heaven and earth? Where did it go? Damn, is it the end of the world? "
Gao Xuan anxiously cried.
"Alas..."
Jiu Zimo let out a long sigh. No matter what, he would not be able to build his foundation today.
Was the inexplicable disappearance of Spiritual Qi an ominous sign?
The spiritual energy of the entire Flying Dragon Temple was gathered on a small hill at the foot of the mountain, which was filled with the corpses of crocodiles.
A certain woman's cultivation …
The seventh level of Qi Condensation, the eighth level of Qi Condensation....
Zhen Xiaoxiao had never cultivated any divine abilities that matched his spiritual energy, but the power in his body was almost at the peak of Qi Condensation.
Her consciousness seemed to be immersed in a vast expanse of black snow. Accustomed to the soreness and pain that came from all over her body, she began to walk around.
Walking and walking.
Somehow, he felt that something was pulling him toward a solitary peak.
It was unknown how much time had passed.
The black snow had disappeared, and the lone peak was already under his feet. Steep cliffs surrounded him in all directions. Looking down, he could see strong gusts of wind blowing the rocks off the mountain. The valley was pitch-black, like the mouth of a man-eating beast.
However, thirty feet in front of him, there was a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.
It had its back to him, facing the steep cliff and the snow. It did not breathe, nor did it have any warmth.
"It was you who summoned me?"
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