Chapter Forty-Eight
Chuxue looked at this scene a little stunned. Zong Shou and this mutated sticky beast gave her too many surprises today. It was so much that her little head could barely hold it.
Looking at Xiaojin's current situation, it looks like a spirit weapon, a talisman soldier, more than a spirit beast.
The corners of Zong Shou's lips twitched slightly, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a black talisman knife appeared between his fingers.
Not only within the blade, the cloud patterns flashed. There is a little more breeze all around. This makes the aura of this talisman knife more dangerous and unpredictable.
Put away the talisman knife again, and took out the Song Wenfeng sword instead. Immediately, a layer of silvery white spread from his palm to the blade until it completely covered the sword.
Zong Shou smiled slightly, with joy in his eyes.
Whether it is the ability of devouring or pure energy, it is Xiao Jin's original supernatural power.
Changing everything is Xiao Jin's ability to awaken after entering the second level.
Xiaojin at this moment can not only make the Songwen Fengjian stronger. Those spiritual meridians in his body are more like a natural talisman array, enabling Zong Shou to make perfect use of the wind-controlling power of the Fengling Qingzhu.
If the situation is critical, it can also be used to replace the original wind accumulation ball as the spiritual core of the wind wall array.
But at this moment, this ability is still not strong, at most it can only assist. After reaching the fourth level, its ever-changing ability will initially appear.
With a slight movement of his mind, Xiao Jin knew what he was thinking. The silvery white covering his arm immediately shrank and disappeared into his sleeve again.
But at this time Zong Shou only felt a bad smell coming into his nostrils. Looking down, his clothes were already drenched. Especially in the chest and abdomen, a layer of black mud-like substance oozes out, and the fishy smell is soaring.
Zong Shou frowned slightly, then laughed again, and glanced at Chu Xue maliciously.
Counting the time, it was time for the medicinal bath. It just so happened that at this moment, he was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger.
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For several days in a row, Zong Shou no longer used the Yuan Swallowing technique. Every day is unshakable, practicing Taixi Lingquan. At least forty-eight times, not less. There is also the technique of channeling, which is also within thirty times. Even the practice of swordsmanship has been reduced.
In addition to building a solid foundation, he also used this set of boxing techniques to control the soaring true energy in his body step by step.
Occasionally, when entering samadhi, I just do my best to consolidate the three chakras of the fetal breathing marrow, and occasionally open up one or two extra-meridian acupoints to store true power. The number of extra-meridian acupoints that can be used in the whole body reaches 20, and most of them belong to the second system of water and wind.
And when it is around midnight in the evening, the moonlight will be gathered with the technique of illuminating the soul with the sky mirror. Non-stop, burning his soul.
The number of bronze mirrors has increased to a full sixteen, and the mirror surface has also been polished smoother by Zong Shou. And the heat of the gathered sun fire has also increased by a full three times!
"The spiritual master's so-called soul observation is to spy on one's own soul thoughts, or to visualize, and to always grasp the changes of one's soul consciousness. Like the previous meditation, it is not only the initial practice of the spiritual master. Even when you reach the realm of true practice , is also a homework that must be done every day. It is somewhat similar to our martial artist's self-examination—"
It may be because of the deep immersion in the way of martial arts in the previous life. Even though Zong Shou is now considered a spirit master in the state of observing the soul, and a person who cultivates both spiritual and martial arts, his concept has not changed. He still regards himself as a martial artist.
In his previous life in the game, he had already stepped into the threshold of the Immortal Martial Realm. In reality, with mediocre aptitude, he forcibly entered the celestial position in the era when the spiritual tide died out.
As for the same source of all dharmas, even though Zong Shou has always been on the road of a warrior, it is also quite beneficial to the cultivation of soul power.
In just a few days, the process of "watching the soul" has made a lot of progress. In addition to the accumulation of soul power, there are still shortcomings. I have roughly grasped the structure of my soul.
In real terms, the spiritual master's cultivation base can be regarded as entering the middle and late stages of the Soul Observation Realm.
The practice of a spiritual master is like this, and it pays more attention to the qualifications of comprehension. As long as you understand each step thoroughly and do it properly, your realm can be improved in one fell swoop, and you can reach the sky in one step.
Zong Shou remembers that in the age of the God Emperor, spiritual masters practiced the fastest. In just one year, he was promoted from a spiritual master in the state of calming the mind to the state of returning to Yang.
Unlike martial arts, you need to accumulate step by step and progress step by step.
In comparison, his current practice speed can only be regarded as ordinary. The only thing that can make him a little bit proud is that his spirit has returned to purity under the Sky Mirror Soul Reflection Technique and the Twelve Heaven Talisman these few days.
The fluctuation of soul power caused by forcibly widening the soul sea seems to have calmed down.
"If you can keep this pure, maybe you can skip the night tour of the fifth level of spiritual masters. You can directly enter the sixth level to return to the sun—"
With this in mind, Zong Shou stopped meditating. When I opened my eyes, the first ray of sunlight had already entered through the window.
Although the body with dual veins makes him physically weak. Even if he has entered the realm of a martial artist, he has not improved much.
Only the spirit is more abundant. Three hours of meditation this night is more effective than sleeping, and the fatigue is gone.
But as soon as he woke up, a strong sense of hunger suddenly hit him. There was even a 'cuckoo' sound from the belly.
Zong Shou couldn't help smiling, his fetal breath was strengthened, the direct effect of opening the marrow chakra was to greatly increase his appetite.
The daily food intake has tripled. This also means that his physique is strengthening and improving, and the energy required is also greatly increased. Therefore, instead of worrying about it, it is something to be happy about.
"I have been running in this black mud swamp for seven consecutive days, and I should stop for a little rest. Remember that the most delicious thing here is the black mud swamp here. It is said that this crocodile is not only the most delicious meat , it is more beneficial for warriors to refine their bones and marrow, and hone their skin and bones. Later, Uncle Yin can be arrested nearby—”
At this point in his thoughts, Zong Shou frowned again. Then he sighed slightly, the feeling of danger before had neither increased nor diminished in the past few days. But it's like a gangrene attached to the bone, and it can't be shaken off.
Recently, he has begun to doubt whether this sense of crisis is his own illusion.
Suddenly, the car body trembled undetectably, and then slowed down slightly. Zong Shou raised his eyebrows slightly, and then sneered again.
After waiting for so long, it finally came——
With a flash of his figure, he was out of the carriage. Arriving at the front of the cloud-turning car, I saw Yin Yang and Su Chuxue, both frowning, looking to the right.
Zong Shou followed the line of sight of the two of them, looked closely, and saw a pack of wolves swarming about a thousand feet away to the right.
At the very front, there are five cloud-riding steeds running towards the direction of the cloud-turning cart. Sitting on it were four men and one woman, all men were dressed as warriors, but at the moment they all looked panic-stricken.
As for that woman, Zong Shou just glanced at it and was a little dazed. That appearance is like a hibiscus coming out of water, with pink makeup and jade carvings, and the beauty is peerless.
Even if she was fleeing for her life, she still had a seductive charm that aroused great pity. The gaze that looked over was full of eagerness, with a bit of desire. It makes people want to give up their own lives, but also to help her.
Zong Shou was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and shook his head slightly: "Leave them alone, speed up and go around!"
Xue'er was stunned for a moment, showing an expression of intolerance, but in the end she still focused on Zong's safety and did not say a word.
Yin Yang's expression froze, and he swung his whip again, making a sharp sound of the whip tip piercing the sky above the eighteen cloud-riding horses. Make this cloud-turning car suddenly speed up!