Chapter 1814 Persistence

After Han Yu collected the scattered spirits, the saint of Yaochi woke up. Looking at Han Yu, her eyes were full of shock.

"Come on, let's continue." Han Yu smiled slightly and sat cross-legged.

The tail of the blue dragon wraps around Han Yu's body, transforming the old man's energy into the purest spiritual energy, injecting it into Han Yu's body, and the "Tai Shang Zhen Jing" runs quietly and quickly turns into vitality.

The saint of Yaochi nodded, suddenly became excited, walked up to Han Yu and sat cross-legged, stretched out her right hand, facing Han Yu's left hand across the air.

Han Yu held the essence in his right hand and refined it quickly. Soon a wave of spiritual energy rushed out of his left hand and hit the palm of the fairy girl in Yaochi, who greedily absorbed and refined it. This time, Han Yu not only helped the saintess of Yaochi practice, but also practiced himself.

"Little thief, you dare to suck away the old man's cultivation, you will die!"

"I am an important general in the heavenly court, and I will never spare you!"

"Ah...Even if the old man blew himself up, he wouldn't let you succeed..."

The old man wanted to blow himself up, but he couldn't even use his vitality, how could he blow himself up?

He could only watch helplessly as the cultivation bases of Han Yu and the Saintess of Yaochi were improving rapidly.

"Who the hell are you? How can you absorb the old man's cultivation?"

"Are you a Heaven-swallowing Demon Physique..."

"It's too noisy!" Han Yu said impatiently, and shot out a few balls of light, plugging the ears of both him and the saintess of Yaochi, and practiced seriously.

Gradually, the old man really couldn't bear this kind of inner torture, and yelled like he was insane, without any demeanor of a master. However, nothing could be changed at all, neither Han Yu nor the saintess of Yaochi could hear his voice.

A month later, the Saintess of Yaochi broke through again and reached the sixth level of lotus transformation in the middle stage of Wusheng, and she couldn't be more happy. And Han Yu hadn't stopped sending spiritual energy to her, so she could only immediately suppress the urge in her heart and concentrate on practicing.

Another month passed in the blink of an eye, and Han Yu finally broke through, and also broke through to the sixth level of Hualian in the middle stage of Wusheng.

Although it is very difficult to break through each level of the Wusheng realm, whether it is the essence or the master of the sixth level of Wusheng in the later stage of Wusheng, it is the best training material for Han Yu and the Yaochi saint. No matter how hard the barrier is, it can break through.

And that old man's cultivation dropped from the sixth level of wall transformation in the late stage of martial saint to the fifth level of wall transformation in the late stage of martial saint, which is a step backward.

This feeling made him feel like a dream.

I thought that from sleeping in the last years of ancient times to waking up in later generations, I could conquer the world and rule the world in all directions. Unexpectedly, after waking up, it became someone else's cultivation material.

Looking at the sleepers in history, he is probably the saddest, and looking at the peerless masters of the sixth level of Huabi in the late stage of martial arts in the cultivation world, he is undoubtedly the saddest.

Time, like quicksand at the fingertips, passes by quietly.

In the end, the Saintess of Yaochi broke through to the seventh level of lotus transformation in the middle stage of Wusheng, and her spirit was completely refined. Han Yu stopped injecting spiritual energy into the saint of Yaochi, and the saint of Yaochi quietly retreated to the side to stabilize her cultivation.

And Han Yu was still devouring the old man's cultivation greedily, his body seemed to be a bottomless pit, and it couldn't be filled at all.

The old man's cultivation has dropped from the fifth level of wall transformation in the late stage of martial saint to the fourth level of wall transformation in the late stage of martial saint, and then down to the third level of wall transformation in the late stage of martial saint.

"boom!"

Han Yu finally made another breakthrough and reached the seventh level of Hualian in the middle stage of Wusheng.

Han Yu didn't stop, and continued to attack higher levels.

"Is he trying to take this opportunity to attack the realm of the late martial saint? If so, he will become the first person in the world to reach that realm!" The saint of Yaochi looked at Han Yu with burning eyes, a little envious . But soon, he returned to normal. She was very satisfied to be able to break through to the seventh level of lotus transformation in the middle stage of Martial Saint in such a short time.

When the old man's cultivation had dropped to the first level of Huabi in the late stage of Wusheng, Han Yu had reached the Dzogchen in the middle stage of Wusheng. Above the holy palace, the seven golden lotus flowers had all reached the most perfect state.

The next step is to shatter the first lotus flower and turn it into a golden wall.

This sounds simple, but in practice, it is extremely difficult.

In the first attempt, Han Yu bombarded the lotus flower with all his strength, cracking the holy palace, but the lotus flower remained intact.

Han Yu was seriously injured.

Second attempt, same result, same serious injury.

Third try, fourth try...

When the ninth attempt still failed, the Saintess of Yaochi persuaded: "Why don't you give up, it's not too late to attack again when the time is right."

Han Yu shook his head, with a determined look on his face, he would not give up until the Yellow River.

"Hahaha... You are simply wishful thinking. Since ancient times, whoever hit the late stage of the Martial Saint will not spend countless hours and make sufficient preparations. You want to break through that barrier in one fell swoop, it is just a dream..."

The old man sneered that this was the only comfort he could find.

Han Yu didn't care about him, so he continued to attack.

When the thirty-third attempt was still unsuccessful, the Mistress of Yaochi Palace was alarmed and advised Han Yu not to advance rashly. In this way, there are always impact injuries and impact injuries, and it is likely to leave Taoist injuries.

Han Yu expressed his gratitude and continued to work hard.

When he failed for the forty-ninth time, the four masters who guarded the Immortal Sacrifice Pagoda showed up one after another, advising Han Yu to give up. Han Yu refused.

Then came the fiftieth, fifty-first... seventy-first failures, and Han Yu felt that hidden dangers had begun to appear in his body, and it was likely to leave Taoist injuries.

The Saintess of Yaochi was in a hurry and was going to take Han Yu away by force.

"Why on earth are you? The realm of the seventh level of Hualian in the middle period of Wusheng is already very remarkable, why do you have to be so eager for quick success?" The fairy maiden of Yaochi asked Han Yu through voice transmission.

Han Yu is no longer called perseverance, but confused, just like obsession.

"Aren't the descendants of Heaven looking for me everywhere? If I don't reach the late martial arts cultivation level, how can I compete with them?" Han Yu said with a faint smile, he could feel the concern of the Yaochi saintess for him.

"You stay here forever, and they have nothing to do with you," said the Yaochi saint.

"If they can't find me for a long time, they will definitely jump over the wall. What if they go to Kunjie to deal with my family? I must appear in their sight as soon as possible." Han Yu said.

Don't look at him concentrating on cultivating here all day, in fact he thinks a lot, it is impossible for him to hide in Yaochi Sacred Palace all the time, this is not his style.

"I'll send someone to go to Kunjie to bring your family over." The fairy maiden from Yaochi gritted her teeth and said this with great determination.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Han Yu smiled slightly.

The saint of Yaochi stared at Han Yu for a long time, and finally could only sigh lightly, no longer persuaded, but secretly blessed in her heart.