Yan Chihuo said: "Although the Tianyang Kingdom Royal Family is the largest sect in Tianxin Continent, Yunqing Palace is the oldest sect in Tianxin Continent. Even if it is not defeated, it still has the power to protect itself. The Tianyang Kingdom Royal Family is not a single enemy. After taking advantage of the situation, he was unwilling to start the war easily. Therefore, the Tianyang Kingdom Royal Family did not attack directly, but just secretly tried its best."

Only then did he understand why the ascension cultivator in Yunqing Palace killed at the royal family of Tianyang Kingdom like a moth to the fire. It turned out that the True Lord Qianhuan was scheming and secretly sighed that the True Lord Qianhuan was scheming, and even Yunqing Palace was obsessed with the truth.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar continued, "I think it should be the case. There are no ascension cultivators in Yunqing Palace now, so no one can drive me. Therefore, these monks in the Cong Shen stage also have a headache and try every means to make me recognize them as their master."

Yan Chihuo's heart moved and he thought something vaguely. The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "Look at your appearance, you seem to think of something, say it out loud."

Yan Chihuo said: "I am a cultivator in the God-State stage. I am trapped in the formation of Yunqing Palace. Not only did I not be killed, but my cultivation level was also advanced. There must be a reason for this. It seems that it is probably related to the senior. Because they only think that I am the senior's reincarnation."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "Yes. In their opinion, I was originally a treasure refined by the True Lord Qianhuan, and I would probably have a secret trick. When you come to see me, you will probably make me think of you. When they arrive, they will launch a powerful ban in Yunqing Palace to control you. In this way, they will kill two birds with one stone. They will destroy your confidant troubles and conquer me. Hehe, it's so calculating, it's so calculating."

Yan Chihuo was also secretly frightened and asked, "What should we do? What can you do to send us out?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "Whether you can go out depends on your ability."

Yan Chihuo said: "Me? How can I escape from Yunqing Palace by a late stage monk in the God of God?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "I have a way to tear a gap in the protective ban in Yunqing Palace, but this time is very short and requires space power. Therefore, only the ascension cultivator can escape. Therefore, whether you can go out depends on your strength."

Yan Chihuo smiled bitterly and said, "I have just advanced to the late stage of the God of the God. I have no chance here. I have no thousand years of hard work. I can't even find the edge of my cultivation in the Ascension period."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "Under normal circumstances, this is true, but don't forget that I still have."

Yan Chihuo was happy and said, "Do you have a way to help me advance to the ascension period?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "Yes. Over the years, I have not known how many cultivators have devoured their cultivation. My body is another treasure, and I am hiding magic power in secret. How do they know? I will give you all the cultivation of these cultivations. As long as you practice diligently, as long as three years, and as long as five years, you may advance to the ascension stage. Just when you pass the disaster, I will not be able to help you, and it will be extremely dangerous at that time."

Yan Chihuo was surprised and happy. He thought for a while and felt that there was nothing else to do other than that, so he said, "Well, I'll give it a try."

He knew that in the ascension period, he not only needed to have enough magic power and cultivation, but also had to prepare enough magic weapons to deal with the heavenly tribulation. According to the method described by Qianhuan True Lord, he was really unsure whether he could succeed in the tribulation.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "You don't have to worry too much. Your innate seventy-two transformations have been perfected, and you have experienced the disaster of the five thunders. You have also been sure of going through the heavenly tribulation of the ascension period."

Yan Chihuo said, "Don't worry, I will never think randomly when I practice." He understood in his heart that the True Lord Qianhuan was worried that he would be too serious and would not be able to make progress in his practice. At that time, he was afraid that the bottlenecks of the Ascension Period would not be passed, so there was no need to talk about the heavenly tribulation of the Ascension Period.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Okay, you can relax your body first and wait to receive the magic power injected body."

Yan Chihuo took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body, and reached the point where the ancient well was unwavering. Then he adjusted the magic power in his dantian to lively and said, "I'm ready."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "If you feel that the magic power injects can't bear to eat, tell me quickly, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light flashed in the air, and a sun appeared, emitting a golden light, landing on Yan Chihuo's Baihui acupoint.

Yan Chihuo felt a warm current pouring into the top of his head, entering the meridians, and turning into extremely pure magic power, so he was anxious to use magic tricks to turn this magic power into his own.

Yan Chihuo felt that the top of his head was getting hotter and hotter, and the more magic power it injected. Later, he couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth and shouted, "Enough, enough."

As soon as the words fell, the sun in the sky darkened and the golden light disappeared.

Yan Chihuo breathed a sigh of relief and polished his magic power in his body over and over again. He knew that this was the skill of water polishing, so he must not be impatient. After all, it was someone else's magic power cultivation. If there was a little mistake, it might affect the future disaster.

Although it took a long time to polish the mana, it was countless times faster than myself in practice. A month later, Yan Chihuo felt that this mana and his mana were perfectly integrated and he never divided each other. Then he said again: "I'm ready, let's continue."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar saw Yan Chihuo's actions clearly and couldn't help but nod, not being anxious or impatient, and taking steady steps. This is the right way to practice.

Yan Chihuo felt a heat on his head again, and a heat flow entered his body, so he used the magic tricks again to refine his magic power. When it was unbearable, it stopped. This time, because Yan Chihuo's cultivation level was higher and the magic power injected into his body was also more. It took him half a month to digest it.

When he refined his magic power for the third time, Yan Chihuo suddenly realized that no matter how he used the magic trick, the magic power he refined was very small, and knew that this was already facing a bottleneck in cultivation.

The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the more bottlenecks he encounters in his practice, and the more difficult it is to pass. Yan Chihuo has only encountered a bottleneck now, which is because he has achieved the Dharma and has extraordinary talent in his cultivation.

When Yan Chihuo encounters this situation, he is not in a hurry. In fact, encountering a bottleneck is also one of the tests of his nature. However, Yan Chihuo is facing a special situation, but he also knows that the more special it is, the more calm he should be.

After about three months, Yan Chihuo suddenly felt someone shouting in his ears, then his whole body lightened, and his magic power flowed without any hindrance. He knew that this bottleneck had been broken, and he was not surprised or happy, and then refined his magic power. After another half a month, he continued to inject magic power.
Chapter completed!