Chapter 927: Three Hundred Years to Condense the Infant

On the lonely peak, purple lightning fell from the sky, each as thick as a bowl, as if it was going to split the sky and the earth apart, with a terrifying momentum.

All the nearby monks felt extremely shocked at this moment, but at this time they saw that while the lightning and thunder were on the lonely peak, a strong spiritual pressure suddenly emerged, and colorful clouds were drawn in.

Instantly, the immortal sound burst out, the light was brilliant, and the entire Feixian Gate was shrouded in this powerful majesty, competing with the purple lightning.

Under this spiritual pressure, everyone felt a tremor from the depths of their souls, and they almost couldn't help but crawl on the spot.

They all raised their heads and saw that the purple lightning seemed to have aroused anger under the obstruction of this spiritual pressure, and the momentum of the strike was even more rapid. After several impacts, it suddenly fell on the top of the mountain.

Rumbling sounds came from all directions, the entire lonely peak shook violently, and the rocks and trees all exploded, stained with a layer of purple light rainbow.

Under the power of nature, no one doubted that the isolated peak would soon be reduced to ashes.

"Open the protective barrier! Help the elder resist the thunderclouds!"

Hongji shouted.

Led by Su Qin and Ming Rong, the disciples of Feixian Sect immediately scattered around after hearing the words. The cultivators above the mana stage held the formation flags and occupied all directions, quickly pinching their fingers to urge the spell.

A dazzling light shield quickly spread from the Xiaoji Palace to the surroundings, protecting the entire Feixian Sect in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Hongji breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could completely relax, a low roar suddenly came into his ears, and the barrier light curtain that had just condensed was pierced by a huge electric arc and went straight to the cave on the isolated peak.

With several muffled "bangs", Su Qin and others holding the formation flags burst with rainbow light, spurted blood from their mouths, and their faces turned as pale as paper.

Hongji's face changed drastically, and a white light shot out from his sleeve. This light grew in the wind and instantly turned into a magic array disk. Countless gossamer-like rainbows were stirred from it, lifting everyone up.

With this help, Su Qin and others immediately adjusted their breath and recovered, and then they were able to stabilize their bodies.

"Brother Hongji, the strange phenomenon caused by the elder is too powerful. I'm afraid it's not something we can resist." Looking at the increasingly strong purple thunderclouds in the sky, Su Qin was still frightened.

Under such power, the sect's barrier was actually powerless to stop it, let alone their early Jindan cultivators.

"I didn't expect that Brother Ye's advancement to the Nascent Soul stage would cause such a strange phenomenon. If this continues, I'm afraid our entire Feixian Sect will be wiped out in this thundercloud!" Hongji was shocked. With his knowledge, this was the first time he had seen such an amazing phenomenon. Judging from the terrible aura emanating from the thundercloud, it was no longer something that the Jindan realm could resist.

"Everyone, retreat quickly!"

Hongji's face was gloomy. He raised his hand to greet everyone, then took back the magic disk and flew back.

Seeing this, the others couldn't help but look at the purple thundercloud that almost formed a piece of the lonely peak. How could they dare to stay any longer? They hurriedly retreated in all directions, and even had the intention of temporarily abandoning the mountain gate.

"Boom!"

The earth-shaking thunder rolled in, and the entire Feixian Gate was filled with a dazzling purple lightning. The mountain peaks and palaces were instantly destroyed by the lightning rainbow, and the area within a few miles centered on the lonely peak was razed to the ground.

This time, not only the people of Feixian Gate were shocked, but also the faces of the cultivators from all parties surrounding the mountain gate changed wildly, and they couldn't help but retreat further away.

Under such an amazing force, I'm afraid anyone who approached would be blasted into slag.

At this moment, the mountain shook, and a brilliant golden rainbow appeared on the lonely peak. After a flash, it turned into a width of a hundred feet and rushed towards the purple thundercloud in the sky.

Everyone's expression was condensed. Before they could see what was in the golden rainbow, an irresistible spiritual pressure suddenly descended from the sky. Then a figure appeared in the rainbow, with eyes shining like the sun.

Wherever this gaze reached, there was a continuous sound of "plop" and "plop" kneeling on the ground. Anyone who appeared within a hundred miles would kneel on their knees, and their souls would tremble.

The faces of the cultivators of various sects were full of astonishment. Some people with a little Taoism forced themselves to raise their heads with spiritual pressure. They saw the figure in the golden rainbow pinching his hands, and a five-colored light sprayed out of his mouth. The thunderclouds in the sky were like a strong autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. They all rolled back in an instant and disappeared.

The roar of "buzzing" spread in everyone's mind. Under the spiritual power of the five-colored light, including Hongji, everyone felt dizzy and dizzy. Some people with shallow cultivation had no power to resist at all and were stunned by the light on the spot.

The remaining people were horrified, and as the purple thunderclouds in the air were dispersed by the five-colored light, everyone saw that the figure was just a phantom, and the real body was a golden little man about an inch in size, stepping on the five-colored light, surrounded by eighty-one red flying swords. He looked like a powerless baby, but he had a solemn and majestic aura.

"This... This is Junior Brother Ye's Nascent Soul! He really succeeded in condensing his Nascent Soul!"

Hongji swallowed his saliva dryly, with an unconcealable shock on his face. Su Qin and others were even more shocked, with their mouths wide open, stammering for a long time, and only kneeling on the ground trembling.

Due to the distance, they could not see the face of the golden little man clearly, but from his powerful aura, everyone in Feixianmen felt familiar. Who else could it be but the legendary figure of the sect, Elder Ye.

The little golden man looked around, looking at the monks who were worshipping at the foot of the mountain, with a faint smile on his face, but he did not stay in the air. Instead, he turned into a rainbow and flew into the cave below, and soon disappeared.

There was a commotion at the foot of the mountain. Everyone looked at the cave that had returned to peace, their hearts were beating wildly, but they stopped for a long time and did not dare to leave.

Unlike the bustle at the foot of the mountain, the cave built on the lonely peak was unusually peaceful.

At this time, Ye Chunyang was sitting quietly in the secret room, thinking about something with confused eyes. After a while, he urged the magic formula, and the light around him was completely condensed. Then he pressed his dantian abdomen, and a little golden man appeared.

It was the Yuanying who had fought against the purple thundercloud before.

This Yuanying looked eight points similar to Ye Chunyang, but he had a holy aura, and his eyes filled with golden rainbows showed majesty.

"This is the Yuanying!"

Staring at the little golden man, Ye Chunyang's mind moved.

The villain opened his mouth and sprayed out five-colored light. The secret room was immediately enveloped by a strong spiritual pressure. If it had not been deliberately suppressed, it would have turned into ashes at this time.

Seeing the Yuanying's magical power, Ye Chunyang was very satisfied.

At this time, the eighty-one Qingtian Xuanhuo swords were cultivated by the Yuanying. The infant fire produced in the Yuanying made the spiritual power of this set of sword formations more pure, and the melted crystal sand mixed in was also brought to the extreme.

In addition, treasures such as the rolling cloud flag and the holy pattern tripod were also taken into the body after the clone and the main body merged, and their power was incomparable.

After secretly realizing the changes after the advancement, Ye Chunyang not only felt the surge in his own mana and the sharp increase in the power of the treasures, but also had an indescribable qualitative change, as if the whole person was integrated into the nature of heaven and earth, and a thought could mobilize the wind and clouds.

He released his spiritual consciousness to perceive, and the entire land of Dongzhou was in full view. Even in his sea of ​​consciousness, he could clearly "see" ants moving nests tens of thousands of miles away, and the movements of various immortal cultivation sects were even clearer.

Just as he hurriedly browsed near the Dao Realm, he clearly felt a fearful divine thought coming from a secret quiet room, and it was the once-popular Gu Xuan Dao Zun.

After glancing at this person, Ye Chunyang smiled lightly, and then his divine thought moved, roaming around the land of Dongzhou, feeling that the monks of various sects trembled under his majesty, and he felt an unprecedented pleasure in his heart.

When his divine thought passed through a certain place in Lingyun Sect, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, and a few doubts flashed in his heart. Because when his divine thought approached the Lingyun Sect's Sutra Pavilion, he found that there was no response here, as if between reality and illusion, there was only an old man with an ancient appearance half lying there, with a faint smile on his face.

It was the old man guarding the pavilion.

Ye Chunyang's heart moved, and after taking a deep look at the other party, he did not stay any longer, and his divine thought circled into the air and returned to Feixianmen.

After a moment of silence, he collected his Yuanying, stood up and walked towards the door of the room.

Without seeing any movement, his figure passed through the stone gate directly as if it were an illusion, and the next moment he had reached the top of the lonely peak.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked out into the wind, his mind was clear, and his body was full of spiritual energy. This is the transformation after advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, the body can be between reality and illusion, ignoring any obstacles and moving freely.

"Luo'er congratulates my husband, congratulations on my husband's three hundred years of condensing the Nascent Soul."

A faint light flew from the cave, and Luo Qingcheng escaped from the spiritual tree, smiling.

"Three hundred years, has it been so long?" Ye Chunyang was slightly stunned, frowning and thinking.

"Why, does my husband think three hundred years is a long time?" Seeing his look of doubt, Luo Qingcheng was surprised, "It is said that great monks have to spend hundreds of years to condense the Nascent Soul, and even their lifespans have been exhausted and they have not been able to take this step. My husband can succeed in condensing the Nascent Soul in just three hundred years. If this is spread out, I don't know how many people will be shocked."

Ye Chunyang's eyebrows were slightly gathered.

After thinking for a while, he chuckled and nodded, saying, "Maybe so, but after advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, your husband has a different experience."

"Of course, my husband has taken this step now, and there is no rival in Dongzhou anymore. Looking back, it really seems like a dream." Luo Qingcheng sighed, her jade face full of relief and affection.

After that absurd night in Xishanling, who would have thought that the once weak foundation-building cultivator could grow to this point, and no one in the entire Dongzhou could match him anymore.

Ye Chunyang smiled, and his mind couldn't help but think of all the experiences along the way, and his state of mind unconsciously settled and sublimated.

"Speaking of which, Luo'er still likes your husband more like this."

As Ye Chunyang was thinking back, Luo Qingcheng smiled again and said softly.