The old man looked up and was startled. He exerted force on his feet and instantly left the depths of the bamboo sea and rushed to the edge of the stone house.

He pulled up the frightened young man and said, "Don't be afraid, your breaking through the realm has caused a thunder disaster... You can't survive the disaster here, you have to change places."

Are you kidding me? If you are going through a tribulation in front of a stone house, do you still want this stone house?

The old man pulled him and rushed to the stone cliff fifty feet away from the stone house, and put him on the ground: "Stop it, the old man can't help with this. If you get over it, you will be a legend."

What is this foundation-building realm's ability to overcome the thunder tribulation if not a legend?

It was only a moment, the surroundings were dark, and the faint thunder in the sky was getting closer and closer.

However, Shura, who fell to the ground, was unaware of the changes in the heaven and earth at this moment. He kept chanting the Sutra in his mouth, getting louder and louder, wanting to compete with the heaven and earth.

Even the old man in the distance heard the sound of the Taoist scriptures, and the guy with a pure heart actually let the kid practice the Taoist scriptures.

I saw that the sky suddenly darkened, and all the wild beasts in the mountains hid in their caves, as if the doomsday was coming, lying in their caves and not daring to make a sound.

The golden light around the young Shura became more and more powerful, and it had spread to the stone house where the old man was. There was a spiritual whirlpool above his head that was getting bigger and bigger, wrapping him tightly...

The young man who was not prepared at all faced the first lightning disaster in his life.

This was a real thunder catastrophe, not a joke played on him by someone in the Nine Heavens.

People in the world only face thunder disasters when they are distracted. The young man has already started to build the foundation.

Shura, who has no experience, will undergo a huge change in the true energy in his body at this moment, and will turn from gas to liquefaction and become a practitioner of the Foundation Building Realm in this world.

Crack! A dazzling thunder flashed.

Rumble...deafening thunder followed.

Along with the thunder, a white thunderbolt fell fiercely and quickly towards the young man's head. Before the old man could recover, a golden lightning struck violently at the young Shura who fell to the ground.

Shura had closed his eyes and kept chanting scriptures.

There is nothing that is not heaven, and there is nothing that is not destiny.

There is nothing that is not God, nothing that is not Yuan.

...

The old man frowned tightly. He did not expect that the little guy in front of him would actually cause a thunder disaster that could only be seen in the distraction realm.

At this moment, the young Shura is in no place...

With just a bolt of lightning, the boy's head was split open and his blood flowed, and he fell to the ground.

A bolt of lightning entered the body, and the golden light on young Zhou's body absorbed part of the power of thunder and lightning. At the same time, his body slowly underwent strange changes.

The boy's meridians were destroyed and quickly repaired. In the repeated process, his body and meridians became stronger and stronger.

Slowly, Shura's bones were also changing, becoming more dense, with a faint cyan color spreading over each bone.

Before he could raise his head, two more golden tribulation thunders came together, like two destructive sword lights, striking the young Shura's body fiercely.

Blood instantly spread on the bluestone beneath him.

I saw a green energy spreading quietly from the young man's body.

The injured meridians immediately welcomed a spring rain like dry seedlings, sprouted, broke through the soil, and grew green leaves...

The realm of foundation building refers to the true qi in the practitioner's Dantian that has been condensed and turned into a liquid. The liquefied true qi of ordinary people is like a drop of water, some are as big as an egg, and it is a miracle that they can defecate in a fist at most.

However, Shura now looked inside his Dantian and found that his liquid was like a huge lake.

Since he had no experience in spiritual practice, he thought that this was the normal state of practice, so he was not surprised at all.

The simplest judgment of whether a cultivator can embark on the final path of cultivation is whether he can break through from the Qi Refining Realm to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If he cannot even reach the foundation-building level, then he will basically be cut off from the path of further cultivation.

This is the cruelty of spiritual practice.

After surviving three thunder tribulations, a colorful cloud descended and quietly repaired the body of the young man who had overcome the tribulation.

Shura stared blankly at the changes in his body. He saw that the blood swimming in his body and the two hundred and six bones had a hint of blue. This time, from the breakthrough of Qi refining to the foundation building, the changes were so great.

This feeling cannot be described in words, he can only feel it slowly.

If master Qingxu knew the changes in his body at this moment, even if his jaw was not frightened, he would swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. This is no longer a monster, but a legend.

Even with the cultivation level of the Distracting God Realm, I have never heard of anyone whose bones and blood turned light blue, let alone that he survived the catastrophe alone.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the sun shone, and the sky was clear.

The old man ran over immediately and stared blankly at the boy who fell to the ground.

At this time, the young man had turned into a charred man. All his clothes were gone, and there was no grass on his head. From head to toe, he turned into a charcoal-black human stick.

The young man who opened his eyes looked at the approaching old man and asked with his mouth open: "Senior, what just happened? Why was I struck by lightning?"

The old man looked at him with a smile and said softly: "Feel carefully the changes in the Dantian in your body."

Shura concentrated his energy and felt the true energy in his Dantian, but he was startled. He looked at the old man and said, "Senior, why is my full amount of true energy missing? There is a lake of water in my Dantian."

"That's not lake water, it's the true energy of the liquid in your Dantian. From this moment on, you have broken through to the foundation." The old man touched the beard on his chin and replied with satisfaction.

Shura looked down at his body that had been struck black by lightning, and said softly: "Is this the end of the world? It feels like a dream. I survived three lightning strikes, and then I built the foundation."

The old man shook his head and walked towards the stone house with his hands behind his back. He was so frightened that he had to make tea to calm down his shock.

When the two came to the stone house, the old man said: "Go to the back of the house to clean yourself, put on clothes and we will discuss it in detail."

Shura nodded, turned around, and walked toward the back of the house.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to get some spring water and wash up.

Finally, I washed away the charcoal on my body one by one, and then changed into a clean black shirt.

He took off the mask on his face and looked down into the water in the barrel.

I saw a pale little face reflected in the mirror-like water. The terrifying wound before had healed a little under the power of the tribulation. If you don't look carefully, you can no longer see the previous wound...

The surprised Shura stretched out his hands, poured the spring water on his face, and gently rubbed his face.

"Perhaps, after we get through the Golden Core Tribulation next time, we can repair the wounds that Third Senior Sister is unable to do anything about."

Holding the Shura mask in his hand, Shura walked towards the front of the stone house.

The old man looked at him, a little at a loss for a moment.

He finally understood why the young man in front of him was wearing a mask.

"Thank you, senior, for the spiritual tea, which allowed me to heal a lot of the wounds on my face when I heard the truth... Even though my third senior sister spent a lot of effort, there was nothing she could do with it."

Xiu Xiu was in a good mood right now and whispered in front of the old man.

The old man, who has been cultivating in the Tianhuang Mountains for hundreds of years, has never seen anything like this before, and thought that the child in front of him was indeed an extraordinary person.

After enduring three lightning tribulations in a row that could only be experienced in the distraction realm, his body underwent unexpected changes.

"I'm afraid your master didn't think that you would have to survive the tribulation just because you broke through to build a foundation, right?"

The old man did not change the tea, and then started to boil the previous tea again. He looked at Shura and asked: "You broke through and attracted three tribulation thunders, which scared away the wild beasts in the mountains. What are you going to eat at night?"

How could Shura be better than him? He chuckled and said, "I still have half a pheasant. I can cook a pot of meat porridge with some bamboo shoots. Is this satisfactory to me, senior?!"

"Oh, let's just settle for now and go hunting tomorrow."

The old man poured him a cup of tea, looked at him and said seriously: "Drink this tea well. If you can taste it, you will be qualified to go somewhere with me."

Shura was shocked and looked at him speechless. Isn't it just a tasteless spiritual tea?

No matter how good the spiritual tea is, will it still have any effect after drinking it three times?

Not daring to ask any more questions, the young man picked up the cup in front of him, blew lightly, and brought it to his mouth.

I don't know how long it took before the young man replied in a daze: "There is no bitterness of the first course, no aftertaste of the second course, and no sweetness of the third course... It tastes better than spring water."

, but the tea is also tasteless?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Shura frowned and replied thoughtfully.

"If the tea is tasteless, let me ask you, is it still tea after it is tasteless? Can you drink this kind of tea again? If you guard this pot of tea until it tastes tasteless, you will still be able to drink it happily.

Yi?"

"Let me think about it...drinking tea is also drinking water. If you have spiritual tea every day, it is naturally good. If not, what if you drink a coarse tea? Just like the junior before, you can practice in the Qi Refining Realm."

When Shura said this, he raised his head and looked at the old man and replied seriously.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but smile, a little wildly and a little proudly.

"Doing nothing, doing nothing, taste is tasteless. You have to taste a tasteless spirit from the flavorful spiritual tea, and you have to taste a taste from the tasteless spiritual tea."

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was an old monk who lived in seclusion in the mountains. One day, an old friend of his before he became a monk went up the mountain to see him.

The old monk was eating at that time.

His old friend found that there was only a bowl of rice and a plate of pickles on the table, which was very miserable.

My friend couldn't bear it and asked softly: "I said you only eat this bowl of pickles, will it be too salty?"
To be continued...