On the golden giant tree, every branch and leaf is a secondary formation, with formation patterns connected together into one, mysterious and mysterious.

This grand scene, which was beautiful, majestic, sacred and solemn, and had profound meaning, immediately made him, the ancestor of Dongxu, feel an indescribable impact.

Mr. Xun stared blankly, forgetting to blink.

It wasn't until the bright scenes in the sky disappeared, night enveloped the mountains, and the world returned to silence that Mr. Xun came back to his senses.

The astonishing afterimage just now is still imprinted in his mind, but now it has returned to nothingness. In Mr. Xun's heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

But at the same time, a sense of disbelief arose spontaneously.

"What happened? Is this... a vision of heaven and earth?"

"What vision?"

"Someone is forming an elixir? No, it's impossible. How can the vision of forming an elixir be so grand?"

"Is that someone who has become an immortal, or is it a cave?"

"There is no such person in my Taixu Sect..."

Mr. Xun stared out the window blankly, at the quiet night sky, at the quiet Taixu Mountain Courtyard, and suddenly he was stunned, and he noticed a trace of violation.

"wrong……"

"Such an amazing vision, why is the mountain gate so quiet?"

The disciples did not make any noise, the elders did not go out, and the entire Taixu Mountain was still immersed in the night, peaceful and quiet, as usual.

"They...can't see it?"

"This is...a spiritual vision?!"

The vision of heaven and earth composed of divine thoughts that only Master Yuhua, and even monks above Ancestor Dongxu can see with their own eyes?

Mr. Xun felt suffocated and his breathing slowed down.

"what is going on?"

"Why does my Taixu Sect produce such spiritual visions..."

Before Mr. Xun thought about it carefully, a name jumped out of his heart:

"Ink painting!"

In the Taixu Sect, the only thing with strange and extraordinary consciousness is the ink painting.

"What happened to Mo Hua? Is this vision related to Mo Hua?"

Mr. Xun thought it was impossible, but he frowned and felt really uneasy. He simply dropped the compass and disappeared in a flash...

…

The disciples live inside.

Mo Hua, who was focused on making breakthroughs, still knew nothing about the vision.

The golden light fills the sky, and the long night is like day.

The sacred tree is in bloom, covering the sky and the earth.

Such a spectacular vision, the ink painting with the spiritual mind placed in the sea of ​​consciousness and a breakthrough, could not be seen at all.

He just sneaked around, took some divine marrow, and improved his spiritual consciousness.

But now, after refining the divine marrow and fully absorbing it, he finally got what he wanted. He broke through the shackles, broke through the bottleneck, and raised his spiritual consciousness to the twenty lines.

Moreover, now his spiritual thoughts have turned into truly pure gold, bright and flawless without any impurities.

Mo Hua was very excited.

He couldn't help but practice the sword transformed by his spiritual thoughts for a few times in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and admired the pure gold body transformed by his spiritual thoughts. Then he was satisfied and exited the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, Mo Hua saw a pair of turbid but deep eyes staring at him with bright eyes.

Mo Hua was startled and startled. After looking closely, he could see who it was.

"Mr. Xun...Mr. Xun?"

Check out the correct version one by one!

Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting with complex eyes and asked thoughtfully: "Are you... okay?"

"What's the matter..." Mo Hua was a little confused.

"Your consciousness..."

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then he understood immediately.

Mr. Xun found out about his spiritual breakthrough!

Mo Hua was a little shocked.

I sneaked around in the middle of the night and quietly broke through the spiritual consciousness to the twentieth level without making any noise. In this way, I could be noticed by Mr. Xun immediately?

He is worthy of being the Patriarch of Dongxu, whose cultivation level reaches the sky and is unfathomable!

But what he didn't know was that the vision he had caused filled the sky with golden light and almost blinded Mr. Xun.

If Mr. Xun can't notice it, then there really is something going on...

Mr. Xun is not an outsider, and he treats himself very well.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, but without hiding anything, he whispered: "Old sir, I should be... formed a pill..."

"Formulating elixirs?" Mr. Xun was startled. He looked at Mo Hua, who was still only at the foundation-building level. His eyes were puzzled, "What kind of elixirs did you form?"

Mo Hua whispered: "My consciousness... has formed a pill."

Spiritual awareness elixir?

Mr. Xun paused and did not react for a moment.

When he understood what Mo Hua was talking about, he felt a chill rushing straight to the sky. His scalp was numb and his head was buzzing. Even his voice was trembling:

"Your...spiritual consciousness...formed a pill?"

Mo Hua nodded honestly, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Didn’t the ancestor come here knowing that he had formed an elixir? Why was he so shocked?

Doesn’t he know that he has formed an elixir?

Then why did he come?

Old Mr.

Confirmed.

It’s really...the elixir of divine consciousness!!

Mr. Xun took a breath, and the palms hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

There is nothing wrong with forming elixirs. Taixu Sect has many disciples forming elixirs every year.

For ordinary monks, forming elixirs is a big hurdle in a monk's life.

But in the eyes of Ancestor Dongxu like him, who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, Golden Pill is actually just the beginning.

In his life, he has seen all kinds of golden elixir monks, not to mention the number of them.

But...foundation-building realm, divine consciousness formation?!

This is really no joke...

Not to mention his life, even if the Taixu Sect has been around for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years ago, it is unique in the history of monasticism where the three sects merged into one!

Spiritual consciousness cannot be cultivated, so the realm of cultivation is used as the criterion.

Generally speaking, being able to surpass one level is already a gift.

It's unbelievable to exceed two or three levels.

But now, ink painting has crossed a whole new level!

This step to the great realm is not a difference of one line, but a difference of more than double.

Even his ancestor, Dongxu, found it a bit scary.

Even if he knew that Mo Hua's talent for spiritual consciousness was good, no matter how good he was, he would not dare to think about it at all.

Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were clear and translucent, full of divinity, and had a hint of the depth of understanding the world.

All kinds of temperaments blend together, and in a trance, he looks like an innocent devil, a young god, and even more like a monster with wisdom and almost a monster.

Even Mr. Xun began to doubt the "variety" of ink paintings at this time.

Is this really a qualification that "people" can have...

"The Taixu Sect may have really raised an incredible 'little ancestor' this time..." Mr. Xun said in shock.

"Ancestor, is something wrong?" Mo Hua was still a little confused.

When Mr. Xun saw this, he knew that Mo Hua had not realized the seriousness of the problem at all.
To be continued...