Immortal Clan: My cultivation is the sum of my family's

Yang Xiaosheng walked out of the room and quietly spread his spiritual sense.

When he found out that Bai Ping'er and Wang Yingyun were practicing upstairs, he went to the next room.

There are two rooms on the upper and lower floors of the attic in the courtyard.

The room where Zhu Sanniang was staying had been idle before, and the room next door was where he had been practicing making talismans, and the spirit gathering array had also been reinforced by him.

As I pushed open the door, the aura that was so rich that it was almost indissoluble immediately hit me in the face.

"For a fourth-grade spiritual talisman, even memorizing the spiritual patterns is so difficult. I imagine the difficulty of making this one is definitely not simple."

Yang Xiaosheng slowly sat down, exhaled, calmed his mind a little, then spread out a piece of spiritual paper and began to pray.

It’s still the same step as before praying.

First, construct a complete talisman in your mind, and then silently recite the blessing prophecy.

This process should not be difficult, but he just constructed a fourth-grade talisman in his mind, and it was as if an invisible force began to impact his consciousness, making his head feel dizzy.

Fortunately, the long-term practice of making talismans, coupled with the impact of memorizing the fourth-grade talisman before, made his spiritual awareness strong enough and his will firm enough.

It took almost an incense stick of time before he finally managed to construct a complete fourth-grade talisman in his mind.

Even so, sweat was oozing from his forehead and his face had turned pale.

"The Supreme Star, constantly responding to changes, exorcising evil spirits, binding demons, protecting lives and bodies..."

Yang Xiaosheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, he clasped his hands together and recited prophecies.

And in this process, the invisible force began to become more and more powerful.

But for some reason, when he was reciting the prophecy, a golden rune quietly emerged between his eyebrows, emitting a soft light, as if resisting that invisible force.

He had never experienced this kind of experience before in the process of making talismans.

It's very special, as if I'm really under some mysterious protection.

that's it.

After finishing the blessing, he did not stop. He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write spiritual talismans and patterns on the spiritual paper.

At first, he didn't feel anything special.

But just as he finished the fifth spiritual pattern and was about to write the sixth, that invisible force came over him with overwhelming force.

This time, it was no longer just aimed at his spiritual consciousness, but even his physical body seemed to suddenly bear a tremendous force.

Wow!

Yang Xiaosheng was slightly distracted, and the spiritual paper on the table instantly emitted a flame, and then turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"This fourth-grade spiritual talisman is truly extraordinary. Even the process of making it is far beyond the endurance of ordinary people!"

Yang Xiaosheng rubbed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly.

However, he was not discouraged.

If this fourth-grade talisman could really be made in one go, he wouldn't have gone to the Treasure House to observe the fourth-grade sample talisman.

Old Qin had said before that fourth-grade talisman masters were extremely rare, not to mention in the various towns and villages, but even within the Qingyun Sect.

Take a short break.

Just as Yang Xiaosheng was about to try to make a fourth-grade talisman again, the talisman in his mind suddenly lit up and a line of suggestive subtitles appeared.

[Experience: +90 (from Yang Chuanming's cultivation conversion)]

[Current Cultivation: (3087/5300) Late Foundation Establishment Stage]

Yang Xiaosheng glanced at the panel and immediately looked relieved.

"Chuan Ming has finally started practicing, how rare!"

Among his descendants, Yang Chuanming had the worst qualifications.

Although it has been such a long time before he started practicing, he has four pseudo spiritual roots after all, which is already quite good.

The words stop here.

Yang Xiaosheng collected his thoughts, closed his eyes slightly, and continued to pray, constructing a fourth-grade spiritual talisman in his mind...

at the same time.

The Panyan Mountains near the main peak of Qingyun Sect.

peripheral.

A young man in ragged clothes and disheveled hair was running wildly on the wasteland, carrying a rock half a man's height and weighing about 300 kilograms.

He was a little thin, but his steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took left footprints several inches deep on the ground.

I don’t know how long it took or how far I ran.

to the end.

The boy's tattered clothes were soaked with sweat, and crystal beads of sweat kept dripping from his thick long hair.

He walked with difficulty and staggered, looking like he would fall to the ground at any moment.

Even so, he still had no intention of stopping.

Almost half an hour passed.

An old voice sounded in the boy's ears.

"My master, your body has reached its limit. You can stop now."

The young man was carrying a huge rock, his back was bent, his steps were staggering, and even his vision began to become blurred.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted, "It's not enough, still... ten steps away!"

While talking.

The boy continued to move forward with difficulty, but his speed was obviously getting slower and slower, and his vision was becoming more and more blurred.

It took him an incense stick of time to walk these short ten steps.

thump!

After taking the last ten steps, the boy groaned, his shoulders tilted suddenly, and the boulder slid down, creating a large hole beside him.

Even so, he hasn't fallen yet.

Instead, his legs were slightly bent, his arms were raised, one high and one low, one in front and one behind, in a weird posture.

next moment.

His nostrils flared, his chest heaved, and he began to breathe in and out deeply.

As a large amount of spiritual energy poured into his mouth and nose, when he exhaled, a dull sound like a war drum came from his chest.

At the same time, complex and strange blood-colored runes appeared on his forehead, cheeks, and limbs.

Not bad!

The young man was Yang Chuanming.

What he is doing now is the method of physical cultivation taught to him by the spirit of the weapon, which is also an ancient method of cultivation from the ancient barbarian blood clan.

This method of cultivation is different from that of the cultivators of this era. Each time of cultivation, one needs to push one's body to the limit, and then practice with the spiritual patterns passed down from generation to generation by the Barbarian Blood Clan, as well as special breathing methods.

Although it is extremely demanding, one does not need to consider one's innate qualifications. One can practice it with a strong will and endurance.

Obviously, this ancient method of body refining is very suitable for Yang Chuanming.

that's it.

It took an hour for Yang Chuanming to complete his training for the day.

But just as he exhaled deeply, the blood-colored runes covering his body flashed with light and became particularly bright red.

call!

Yang Chuanming's body shook slightly, and a wild aura swept out.

At this moment, he clearly felt a cool spiritual energy flowing through his body, constantly nourishing his flesh and blood.

"What, what's going on?"

Yang Chuanming looked suspicious and couldn't help but speak.

The spirit of the weapon smiled and said, "Congratulations, my master, you have begun your own path of cultivation."

Yang Chuanming was stunned for a moment, frowning as he asked, "Before this, Xiaoyu and the others often talked about the different levels of Qi Condensation. I'm practicing the ancient Barbarian Blood Clan's body-building method, so is that also the way it's called?"

The weapon spirit said: "No, according to the Barbarian Blood Clan, your current realm is called the strength of an ox. But even if you are only the strength of an ox, you can easily defeat a cultivator in the so-called Qi Condensation Stage below the fifth level."

"A cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Condensation?"

Yang Chuanming muttered softly, then suddenly looked up and said, "Xiaoyu, you must be good. If you are wronged, bear it for now. When I become strong enough, I will come find you and blow their heads off!"

Speaking of it.

Yang Chuanming suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Spirit of the Weapon, shall we continue to practice here?"

The spirit of the weapon said, "My master, it's time for you to take a medicinal bath."

"Medicated bath?"

Yang Chuanming frowned, a look of suspicion on his face.

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