It's like a big bowl pouring water into it.

If you are carefully and slowly instill little by little, you can naturally fill it completely without oozing out. However, if you pour clean water into it quickly, there will be a risk of splashing out.

If he is steady and improves step by step, even though his spiritual power is about to reach the critical point of forming pills, he will not be able to form pills because he has not touched the critical point.

But he absorbed such a large amount of spiritual power at once, just like the principle of rapid watering. The splashed water caused the height of spiritual power to fluctuate, thus touching the critical point.

Once the critical point is touched, it is the beginning of the elixir. Even the old Taoist Xianyun cannot change this point.

Because of his recklessness, Xiao Wenbing was forced to become a dan in a hurry at this time.

His mind was condensed in his dantian and he could no longer sense any changes outside his body.

The spiritual energy in the dantian gradually condensed and shrank into a round dan ball.

However, what frightened Xiao Wenbing was that the pill ball seemed not stable, and it condensed and dispersed, as if it would weather at any time.

It's still one breath, and the last effort.

Although Xiao Wenbing understood the truth, he was helpless at this time.

Gradually, the spiritual energy became more and more dissipated, and the shape of the elixir ball began to gradually disappear, and Xiao Wenbing's heart suddenly became cold.

However, just when he was already desperate, the natal golden talisman moved, like a ray of water flowing, and the natal golden talisman suddenly burst out with a brilliant and gorgeous illusion fire.

Countless spiritual power, the most pure and most refined spiritual power flowed endlessly to the pill ball that was about to dissipate as if it was not enough.

After receiving this extremely powerful spiritual power, the elixir ball condensed into shape as if it was reborn from a cocoon.

When Xiao Wenbing withdrew his consciousness, he immediately heard a slight sound of footsteps outside the door of the quiet room.

He felt a sudden stern, and he suddenly realized that this was not what he heard. Because when this person walked, he landed silently and could not hear it.

This is what he feels, and it is felt through his own spiritual sense.

This can only be felt when his attention is particularly concentrated. If he hadn't just woken up from the meditation, he was the time when his consciousness was the most concentrated, he would not have thought of it.

It was different, he clearly felt that he was completely different from the past.

Xiao Wenbing suddenly felt an urge to laugh out loud. The road to immortal cultivation has become the beginning, and only by forming an inner elixir is the real entry into the gate of immortal cultivation.

Only by condensing into pills can all kinds of magical changes be used.

A practitioner of alchemy is like a child who has been born, and can grow up healthily from now on. If there is no accident, he will eventually grow up and become an adult one day.

Similarly, once it forms an inner alchemy, it will have a qualitative leap, whether it is the five senses and six consciousnesses, or the physical functions.

He stretched out his hand and did not use any spiritual power at all, but he had a strange feeling, as if the toughness of his hand was no less than the terrifying level he was when facing boxing champion Sun Zhanhong in the warehouse.

Standing up, Xiao Wenbing took a deep breath. When he pushed open the door, he announced to the world that he had officially embarked on the road to cultivating immortals.

The door opened slowly, Xiao Wenbing smiled and said loudly: "Senior Brother Third."

Mingmei, who was anxiously crossing the steps back and forth, was overjoyed: "Junior brother, you finally came out." He was extremely anxious at this time and wanted to go in, but he was afraid of disturbing Xiao Wenbing. If he was the most important moment of practicing martial arts, wouldn't it be too late to regret it?

Whether it is Old Taoist Xianyun or himself, he has high expectations for this junior brother, so he will never dare to let him lose money.

"Yes, thank you for your concern for your third brother." Xiao Wenbing nodded, but was quite impressed by him. Even when he was anxious, Mingming never made any sound when he walked. If it weren't for his inner alchemy, he wouldn't know that there would be someone waiting outside the door if he didn't push it.

Mingming smiled with relief and said, "Junior brother, you have been in seclusion for three days and three nights this time. Even the master asked once, which really made Brother Wei worry about death. If you want to go into seclusion in the future, remember to say something to Brother Wei."

He saw Xiao Wenbing's face with a hint of impatientness at the corner of his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Fortunately, everything is safe, how are you getting, ah..."

Mingmei suddenly stopped the sound, opened her eyes wide, and stared at Xiao Wenbing intently.

Then, he blinked, looked at it carefully for a while, then reached out to rub his eyes, and observed in detail.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and touched his face slightly or seriously.

"Ah..." Mingmei looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's been fifty years, but I didn't expect that my old problem would be dealt with again. It's really incredible. Can you still sleepwalking after practicing the elixir stage?"

He turned around, walked slowly, and said as he walked, "It must be because he was too worried recently, so he was restless. Well, go back to practice, go back to practice."

Xiao Wenbing stared at his private performance in amazement. What's wrong with this senior brother? Sleepwalking? An old problem fifty years ago?

Perhaps because of the Mingming performance that was too realistic, Xiao Wenbing began to doubt his judgment for a moment.

He hesitated for a moment, reached out to pinch a piece of meat on his arm, and pinched it hard.

Xiao Wenbing's eyebrows trembled violently, although the toughness of his skin muscles had reached an incredible level at this time.

But that was only relatively speaking. Even if his skin could withstand ordinary gun shooting, his hand strength was also rising and reaching an extremely high level.

With all your strength, if you hadn't been prepared, you would have almost made a fool of yourself on the spot.

He looked at Mingmei's back with anger, which was gradually fading away. It was all this guy who did it.

After quickly catching up with Mingmei, Xiao Wen took the luck and had all his spiritual power. Even the natal golden talisman in his dantian floated high, emitting a golden light. He plucked up his strength and shouted loudly in Mingmei's ear:

"Three... Master... Brother..."

The sound waves spread from afar, like waves rolling, endless.

Within the mountain gate, everything suddenly sounded, and there was no sound.
Chapter completed!