Every monk here can cause a sensation outside.
At this moment, they are just sitting there cross-legged quietly, as if meditating.
"Please make yourselves at ease." Qi Anren greeted everyone, then walked up to Master Guanglin, who had an old, wrinkled face and a low voice, and whispered something.
Xue Kong walked to the side, found a secluded corner, and sat cross-legged on the sand. Then, ignoring the gazes of other cultivators, he took out pieces of bone patterns and tried hard to absorb them for practice.
The bone patterns did help improve his cultivation, but the effect was not strong enough. Before this, he absorbed dozens of bone patterns, and the sixth-level Taoist platform only became more solid.
There is still a long way to go before it can be completely solidified and form the sixth level of the Dao Platform.
Upon seeing this, the monks traveling with him also dispersed and went to improve their cultivation on their own.
Some of them did not understand the situation of the seventh level, but they also imitated the actions of others, sitting cross-legged on the ground and practicing breathing.
As Xue Kong absorbed the white bone patterns, he thought to himself, "This seventh level is the final one. The danger level is not high. I just need to wait for the sandstone palace to appear and seek good fortune."
"What is that?" Xue Kong had just started meditating when a cultivator who came with him suddenly exclaimed.
This person did not dare to disturb others, so he lowered his voice deliberately. However, except for Xue Kong, everyone present was a person of high cultivation, with sharp ears and eyes, and caught the tiny cry, as loud as a mosquito or fly, into their ears.
Almost at the same time, everyone suddenly opened their eyes and looked towards the place where the strange vision appeared.
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