Ji Cang's true man was full of love, but now he was on the verge of the arrow and could not turn back. He could only continue to strengthen his skills and wanted to speed up the process, so that Zheng Dao would suffer less pain.

After nearly half an hour, the last thread of Zheng Dao's soul and body was finally cut off by Ji Cang Zhenren. As the soul and body separated, Zheng Dao groaned and his body fell down softly.

Zhenren Ji Cang was also sweating profusely and almost exhausted. There was a golden ball the size of an egg in his right hand, which was Zheng Dao's golden elixir.

Without giving himself time to breathe, Ji Cang Zhenren was forced to cheer up, hanging his right hand above the heavenly book, and using his few remaining skills to melt Zheng Dao's golden elixir into the heavenly book.

The right hand of Ji Cang was slowly approaching Tianshu, and he was also nervous. He didn't dare to let his speed be too fast. In this way, once he felt something was wrong, he could quickly protect Zheng Dao's golden elixir from Tianshu and not be injured by Tianshu.

The Tianshu, which could only be viewed by the spiritual consciousness, seemed to have a special sense of intimacy towards the soul, and did not reject Zheng Dao's golden elixir. When Zheng Dao's golden elixir approached Tianshu, the Tianshu actually emitted a trace of golden light, as if welcoming an old friend who had been waiting for many years, slowly absorbed Zheng Dao's golden elixir.

Zheng Dao's golden elixir was finally absorbed by the Heavenly Book. The Ji Cang Zhenren, who had exhausted his last trace of his skills, seemed to have been aged for dozens of years at once, and no longer had his original immortality as a traitor. He collapsed aside in a sluggish way.

Although he was exhausted physically and mentally, Ji Cang was still worried about Zheng Dao's safety. He silently calculated the time in his heart and observed the changes in the Heavenly Book. As long as there were any strange clues, he would immediately call Zheng Dao and find a way to separate the Golden Pill from the Heavenly Book.

Zheng Dao's primordial golden elixir entered the inside of the Heavenly Book and turned into a human-shaped phantom, and what he saw was another scene. He seemed to have entered a golden house, with no doors or windows, and the surrounding walls were full of scrolls. Each scroll recorded a technique. In such a huge room, there were as many as hundreds of scrolls. For a moment, he felt dazzled and didn't know how to choose.

Zheng Dao knew that his time was limited, so he had to choose a technique to improve himself as soon as possible.

Cultivation allows one to reach the state of Gen Dao in the shortest time, but which scroll is suitable for him and which one is the easiest to practice can improve quickly is a bit difficult for Zheng Dao, who has never practiced before. Just when he was at a loss and difficult to make a decision, a scroll suddenly slipped off the wall and floated gently to his feet.

Zheng Dao picked up the scroll curiously, and the four big words "The World is Away" immediately came into view. He didn't feel a sense of emotion, thinking that since the scroll happened to fall in front of him at this time, he must have a fate with him. Instead of making a purposeless and confused choice, it is better to cherish the scroll in front of him and study it carefully. Zheng Dao immediately sat cross-legged and began to memorize and study the content of the scroll.

Time is slowly passing, and an hour has passed without realizing it. Zheng Dao, who is devoted to his practice, has no idea. Zheng Dao is already familiar with all the contents of the scroll, but Zheng Dao still stares at the scroll without blinking and study it carefully word by word.

At this time, there was another thing he didn't know, that is, his legs, which had just become phantom, had changed from phantom state to a golden entity. Because the scroll was blocked from view, Zheng Dao focused on studying the martial arts that were far away, so he did not notice his own changes.

He only knew that he seemed to have entered another world, and there were some things floating in front of him that seemed to be there but could not grasp them. But as he understood more, those things seemed to become clearer and clearer. The clearer they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were. Zheng Dao liked this feeling very much, so he simply closed his eyes and entered into meditation, immersed in it intoxicatingly. [!…ABC Novel Network                                                                       

Ji Cang, who was always staring at Tianshu, was extremely anxious. More than an hour had passed, and Tianshu still had no response. Sometimes calmness is not necessarily a good thing. Ji Cang, who is powerless, can only do it in a hurry.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye. Zheng Dao had also cultivated to a critical joint. At this time, his body was full of golden bodies. The only thing that had not changed was the head, and the head was the most critical part.

There is still one hour left, and whether it can succeed depends on whether the head can turn into a golden entity. If it succeeds, then Zheng Dao will reach the state of Gen Dao and transform the golden elixir into a golden body. If it cannot succeed within a limited time, then you can only give up, or

When the golden elixir returns to the body, either the soul is scattered. Zheng Dao has reached the state of forgetting both things and me, and is completely immersed in cultivation.

Ji Cang, who was always observing the Book of Heaven, is now mixed with joy and sorrow. What is happy is that Zheng Dao can already be seen on the Book of Heaven, and it is clear that Zheng Dao's whole body has turned golden, which proves that Zheng Dao is approaching success;

What I worry about is that there is only one hour left. Although Zheng Dao's body has turned golden, Ji Cang Zhenren also knows that the most difficult thing is still behind. The head is the most closed part and the slowest place.

Time passed, and the golden color slowly covered Zheng Dao's head, but the speed was too slow, so slow that every minute of Ji Cang's heart was cold. At this time, Zheng Dao had no sign of coming out, and it was still unknown whether it was success or failure.

The last moment finally came, and only one stick of incense was left. Although Zheng Dao's shadow on the Book of Heaven became clearer and clearer, he could already see his face clearly. The Ji Cang Zhenren outside the Book of Heaven saw that Zheng Dao's body had turned golden, and only the heavenly spirit above his head was still in a phantom state. This is the most critical and difficult place.

Looking at Zheng Dao, who is only one step away from success in the heavenly book but may not be successful, thinking about the short time left, Ji Cang couldn't help but sigh to the sky and said intimately: "Does it really mean to fail?"

Although he was unwilling to accept it and was helpless, Ji Cang Zhenren still began to remind Zheng: "Daoer, Daoer, there is only one stick of incense left. If you can't succeed, come out. Don't take risks."

Zheng Dao in the Heavenly Book still closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, turning a deaf ear to his master's call. At this time, he was not trying to disobey his master's orders, but he had reached the state of forgetting both things and self, and was immersed in the joy of cultivation and could not extricate himself. Now even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks, it may not be able to disturb him.

The nothingness in front of Zheng Dao's eyes became clearer and clearer. He felt that he could hold them in his hands at any time, but this was just a feeling. When he really reached out to grab them, they flew away faintly. Zheng Dao understood that he had reached the final critical period and must not be impatient. Only by reaching the bottleneck can he have the possibility of sudden enlightenment and leap.
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