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Qin Feng quietly sat cross-legged on the ground. His body was filled with true energy, and Qin Feng could feel that the little golden person seemed as if it could break out at any time. This made Qin Feng feel a bit excited. The method to form the Nascent Soul was very simple, but it was also not that simple. It was to continue to increase the power of imbuing the core with Zhen Qi, and then control the critical point to tear the core apart. This was equivalent to training the soul, which was in the shape of a baby, so it was called a Nascent Soul.

Qin Feng's situation was a bit different. Just this Jindan was not simple, and Qin Feng had the appearance of a golden man, so Qin Feng didn't know what kind of weirdo he would be after a Nascent Soul, but he decided to try it out as per common sense. Qin Feng's eyebrows creased slightly, and with his hands in the air, he drew an unknown formation with his blood essence. The spiritual energy in the surrounding area rushed towards Qin Feng, and regardless of whether it was mottled or not, they drilled into his palm. Qin Feng felt the pain in his palm slowly increase as if a hole had drilled out of it, and as the spiritual energy entered through his arm into his body, Qin Feng drew a mini formation on his shoulder. The purpose of the formation was to absorb the mottled spiritual energy into Qin Feng's body, and the useful ones would naturally be absorbed into his body.

After a large amount of spiritual power was quickly purified by the palm of his hand to his shoulder, 90% of the spiritual power was mixed up, and a large lump appeared on Qin Feng's shoulder. Qin Feng's eyebrows creased tightly as an intense pain assaulted his brain.

Bang.

He finally reached a critical point. Two balls of blood mist burst out from Qin Feng's shoulders, and blood spurted out. How could Qin Feng have time to care about this right now? He bit his lips lightly. His lips became deathly pale from the excessive pain and blood flow.

It had already been three days and nights, and Qin Feng had been absorbing without rest. Without spirit energy, he would absorb within a circumference of ten miles, and without spirit energy, he would absorb within a circumference of a hundred miles. After three days, Qin Feng's face had become devoid of color, and his palm no longer absorbed spirit energy. At this moment, the Golden Man in his body was bursting. Qin Feng laughed. He knew that the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage was at this moment! His Spiritual Sense transformed into two thugs desperately trying to tear apart the golden man in their body.

Ah!" Qin Feng's mind went into a daze, as if he couldn't control his mind. He yelled like a madman, but the golden person couldn't be torn apart, so Qin Feng didn't accept it and continued to tear the pain. Qin Feng thought he could endure it, but he continued to stay in a stalemate for a while.

The people in the outside world didn't know that when Qin Feng woke up, he was still in the cave. Since he didn't tear the body of the golden person in his body, he only left out a bit of spirit energy before it reformed.

It had to be known how many people became a cripple when they tried to break into the Nascent Soul stage, becoming a retard and dying from the body explosion. Qin Feng let out a painful low growl, and when his finger touched the wound, he felt a heart-wrenching pain, but Qin Feng seemed to have become numb. He continued to draw on his shoulder, drew on it, and then sat up with his legs crossed. On the other hand, if every person had to experience Qin Feng's pain in order to form their Nascent Soul, it was unlikely that even one out of a hundred million people would be able to do so. Qin Feng's Golden Man seemed to be exceptionally sturdy, and he was fusing with a large amount of souls.

After a day, Qin Feng woke up again. The entire cave had been dyed blood-red. Qin Feng's face was completely pale, and his entire body was as pale as a mummy. However, Qin Feng refused to accept this! Had Qin Feng ever taken anything? A mere Nascent Soul! Qin Feng grinned again and smacked his chest with his red right hand. However, he couldn't spit out a mouthful of blood. Qin Feng smiled bitterly. Had he really failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage? However, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a single sound. His right hand only fiercely slapped his chest, and finally, a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Qin Feng's right hand trembled as he touched the corner of his mouth.

Stop! You... You... Are you crazy! " A voice trembled as Qin Feng looked at the cave entrance. His eyes were so dry that he couldn't see anything clearly. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and felt like Uncle Ying. "You bastard." The entire floor of the cave was dyed red with blood. When Qin Feng walked in, he saw Qin Feng as if he was a dried up corpse, and with Qin Feng's recent absorption of spiritual energy, he naturally knew a bit. Seeing Qin Feng turn into a bloody person, Uncle Ying couldn't help but tear up as he cursed and laid Qin Feng on top of himself. This was his disciple! "Qin Feng grinned and fainted.