He knew that the longer he persisted, the greater the benefits he would gain.

If you want to live forever and achieve a golden body, just relying on Gang Qi is not enough.

No matter how deep the Gang Qi is, it can only delay aging and delay death. At most, you can live three to five hundred years longer than others.

In his daily life, he often thought about how to achieve the golden body and become truly immortal.

According to the medicine of the past life, it means that we need to stop aging and telomeres should no longer be shortened or even lengthened.

Aging is the real culprit of death. It is a mechanism formed by the human species over hundreds of millions of years. After having children, aging will accelerate, as if one has completed the task of reproducing the species and can die.

But after studying many martial arts, Buddhist scriptures and various classics, he gained new insights.

This kind of research on past lives only involves the body, not the spirit.

It regards the spirit as being integrated with the body. The spirit is produced by the body and naturally derived from the cerebral cortex.

But as his cultivation progressed, he began to feel more and more that it was not completely correct. The so-called innate yang was actually born before the body.

This innate yang is the seed, and the spirit is formed when the seed sprouts, blooms and bears fruit.

The innate yang is the root of spiritual generation. Without this seed, there will be no spiritual generation. Even if you have a strong body, you will be nothing more than a vegetative state.

This yang is vitality, the endless force that makes the body strong and the spirit strong.

But this yang cannot be touched by martial arts practice, even the Void Fetal Breath Sutra cannot practice this.

At this time, when the purple lightning appeared, his spiritual light flashed, and he faintly felt the existence of this innate yang in the purple lightning.

This is a huge opportunity, a huge opportunity that must not be missed.

He felt that the longer he persisted, the more innate yang he could absorb and the greater the benefits he would gain.

This involves immortality and the years of living. How can you tolerate yourself passing out and giving up?

The purple electricity is getting denser and denser.

It's like hundreds of chains of purple light entangled in a ball of golden light. The golden light surges and changes constantly, slowly changing from pure yellow to one point more purple and then one point more purple.

Eventually it turned purple-gold.

When the purple-gold color was completed, purple lightning suddenly penetrated into the purple light. All the purple lightning in the dark clouds disappeared, as if they had all penetrated into his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were as warm as water, and there was no purple lightning burst as expected, but there was a slight change in his eyes.

The whites of the eyes are whiter than usual, without a trace of color, and extremely pure.

The pupils of the eyes became darker, so pure that they seemed to absorb all the light. Occasionally, a ray of purple lightning flashed through, so fast that it was difficult to detect.

He stepped on the void, as if he were walking on flat ground, and the surging dark clouds swirled around him, as if cheering for him.

His expression gradually changed, from calm to ecstasy, and he felt the earth-shaking changes in his body.

Not only is his physical strength beyond imagination, but more importantly, his spirit is as high-spirited as a dragon, looking down on the world.

It is as if he has turned into a sun, and it is as if the whole world has completely merged with him. He is the world, and the world is himself, and there is no barrier anymore.

What the eyes see is no longer simple images, but also many situations that cannot be seen at ordinary times. You can see the breath of the void, all kinds of breaths surging, flowing up and down, and crisscrossing.

Close your eyes and open your mind.

Everything he saw became more sober and brilliant, and the colorful world seemed to be whispering to him, talking to him.

The ears seem to transmit a variety of sounds, some low and some high, and the hearing is not only more sensitive, but also hears many inaudible spectrum ranges.

If he wasn't mentally strong and as high-spirited as a dragon, the thousands of voices pouring into his ears at the same time would have overwhelmed him.

He also discovered that ears and eyes seemed to be one, and seeing and hearing were one and the same. Seeing was hearing, and hearing was seeing.

As I concentrated on the experience again, I found that my sense of smell was also involved.

Thousands of odors that have never been smelled before enter the nose. If you close your eyes, you will see the source of these smells and hear the sounds made by these smell sources.

The senses are integrated and indistinguishable from each other. At the same time, they are amplified and enhanced countless times. The current self is like a different person from the previous self.

Is this the eighth level of the indestructible power of Vajra?

Is this the Guiyuan realm?

He flicked his sleeves gently, and the dark clouds immediately dispersed.

He had a strange feeling that he was the commander of these dark clouds that were stacked thousands of meters high. They were the soldiers under his command, and they acted according to his wishes.

I couldn't help but give it a try, obviously it was up to my own will.

With a thought in his mind, he waved his sleeves again.

The dispersing dark clouds suddenly stopped and stood still.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

He didn't expect that he could control these dark clouds so easily, so freely, without any effort.

There is a trace of power in the dark, and I have mastered this power, so I can control these dark clouds.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be easier if I cast the Clouds and Rain spell again?

He was full of imagination and longing.

Finally, I flicked my sleeves again, and the dark clouds quickly dispersed.

He floated downwards, and he didn't even need to use Qinggong to let the invisible force hold him up, which was the invisible breath.

He can see all kinds of qi around him and can also control these qi.

As he descended, he gradually understood his abilities.

It is able to control all kinds of vitality.

Therefore, he can control the dark clouds and the breath in the void to lift himself up and return to the realm of Yuan Qi.

He disappeared the next moment and appeared on the bell tower in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, his eyes falling on Daqian's forbidden palace.

In the Humble Administrator's Hall, Chu Xiong was reviewing the memorial.

His face was ashen and he was angry.

Jiao Quan, who was waiting next to him, was very careful and did not dare to show off his dignity. He stood by the pillar and stood ready to obey orders at any time.

"waste!"

"waste!"

"It's all rubbish!"

While Chu Xiong was reviewing, his ink pen was like a dragon and a snake, and he was cursing and writing with an ugly face.

Jiao Quan didn't dare to answer.

This is the emperor's habit of reviewing memorials. He always has to curse people, and it would be uncomfortable not to curse them. In the emperor's mouth, none of his ministers are useless.

Even though something is obviously very simple, we have to go around in a big circle and make it vague and ambiguous. In the final analysis, we still want to evade responsibility.

This is something the emperor knows very well.

If things are explained clearly and clearly, once things change and have twists and turns, the responsibility will fall on him.

It was this kind of self-sacrificing attitude that annoyed the emperor the most. Everyone was wise to protect themselves and did not want to take any responsibility.

These ministers really went too far and spent all their intelligence on this, as if the emperor was the kind of ruthless person.

However, the emperor's treatment of officials was indeed not generous, and it was inevitable that his ministers would be walking on thin ice.

It can only be said that it is not easy. The emperor worked hard and the ministers were cautious, especially as a chamberlain.

His mind was racing, his eyes were lowered, but his ears were perked up, ready to react immediately if there was any movement.

Once you are slow to react and don't follow the emperor's thoughts, you will inevitably be reprimanded.

"asshole!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"The maggot-infested black-hearted guy!"

…

Chu Xiong scolded and graded at the same time, very fast.

Thanks to his strong cultivation, he is energetic, quick in thinking, and can review memorials very quickly.

It only takes two hours a day to review all the memorials, one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, and the rest of the time is spent practicing.

Outside these two hours, Chu Xiong is a gentle emperor, but within these two hours, Chu Xiong is a violent lion who can eat people at any time.

"Bang!" Chu Xiong slammed the memorial in his hand onto the dragon table, gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Huchen!"

Completely motionless.

Chu Xiong gritted his teeth: "King! Tiger! Minister!"

Jiao Quan still thinks that he is deaf or blind.
To be continued...