Chapter 142: Entering the Subtle Realm
Boom!
In a cell in the Black Stone Iron Prison, Zhang Debiao and the old madman fought again. The two separated as soon as they touched each other, and both staggered back.
The old madman fell on his buttocks on the ground, panting, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No more fighting, no more fighting! I'm almost exhausted!"
However, Zhang Debiao still felt full of energy. The middle dantian in the heart area continued to provide him with powerful qi and blood, beating, as if the power in his body was inexhaustible. He thought to himself: "In the past, I was no match for this old madman. Every time I was beaten black and blue by him, this time I was able to beat him to beg for mercy. The middle dantian is really amazing. Without this experience, I'm afraid I will never open up the middle dantian in my life. This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."
Zayed looked at him in doubt, and was also curious about why he suddenly became so vigorous that he beat the old madman, a gorilla, to beg for mercy.
"Dead barbarian, I guess you've taken aphrodisiacs these days..." The Undead Holy Mage muttered, and continued to activate the dark magic power to erode the Demon Seal.
Zhang Debiao ignored him, gently spread out his right hand, and a flash of light flashed at the tip of his index finger. A hair-thin blade qi rotated and jumped at the tip of his finger, and then more blade qi jumped out from the tips of other fingers, which were also extremely delicate.
Huh!
Five blade qi suddenly ignited black flames, like five black needles, stabbing and colliding in his palm, making a clear sound.
The old madman and Zayed looked at his palm. The old madman just thought it was fun, looking at it stupidly with his mouth wide open, while Zayed's surprise on his face became more and more unconcealable.
He naturally looked down on Zhang Debiao's fighting spirit cultivation. Although fighting spirit like a knife is not weak for others, it is still a far cry from the Holy Mage.
What really surprised Zayed was that Zhang Debiao's mastery of fighting spirit and mental power had reached a subtle level!
"When I reached this level of mastery over elements and mental power, I was already a ninth-level great mage, and I was nearly eighty years old." Saint Mage Zayed's eyes flashed. Subtlety is a watershed. Whether one can master mental power and elements in detail is the key to testing whether a person can truly become a saint mage.
Take Zayed's Death Scythe as an example. The construction principle of the Death Scythe and the Elemental Sword is the same, but the power is incomparable. The Elemental Sword relies on huge mental power and magic element cohesion. Although it is indestructible, it is not unbreakable.
If it encounters an attack as strong as that of the extraterritorial demons, it will shatter like glass.
Zayed's Death Scythe is different. The Death Scythe is mixed with a more wonderful structure of mental power and dark elements, and condenses various runes and magic arrays. Each element is arranged just right. The power can be said to be no less powerful than legendary weapons. This is the effect of the subtle realm.
More importantly, super-class magic such as forbidden spells requires a subtle state to perform. Only by controlling one's own mental power and elements to the utmost can one control the power that makes the world change color and tremble.
The same is true for practicing Dou Qi, but the elements are replaced by Dou Qi. The two cultivation systems can be said to have different paths and the same goal. Therefore, a magician may have a disciple who practices Dou Qi, and a swordsman can also accept a magician's apprentice.
The formation of such a delicate sword energy in Zhang Debiao's palm shows that he has initially entered the threshold of the subtle state. It is only a matter of time and cultivation to become a swordsman. Therefore, Zayd was shocked.
"A few days ago, this kid was still a simple-minded and violent guy. How come he has suddenly reached the subtle state now?" The Undead Saint Mage was puzzled.
In fact, Zhang Debiao did not know that there was such a state as subtle in practicing Dou Qi. He has been practicing alone and exploring alone without anyone to guide him. This time, his dantian was sealed, so he took a different approach and opened up the upper dantian and the middle dantian. Only then did he discover that when the barbaric fighting spirit was running alternately in the two dantians, a strange tingling sensation would occur in the center of his eyebrows.
Along with this tingling, his mental power became clearer, more accurate, and more handy. The center of the eyebrows was originally the window of mental power. Storing and nourishing fighting spirit in the center of the eyebrows was absolutely unprecedented. Others would carefully protect the center of the eyebrows and the heart, so who was as bold as him?
But as a result, the control of fighting spirit by mental power became more flexible.
The effect of the middle dantian in the ventricle was even more significant. Now his heart provides strong qi and blood to all parts of the body, constantly washing the tendons and marrow, and the blood in the body is constantly purified, allowing him to always maintain sufficient physical strength. After opening up the middle dantian, the first person who couldn't bear it when fighting with the old madman turned out to be the crazy old man.
These days, Zhang Debiao beat the old madman several times and beat him up. Now the old madman obeys his orders and becomes his follower. He is more obedient than Xiao Hei and will beat anyone he asks him to beat without hesitation.
Of course, there is no fourth person here except Zayed.
Fortunately, Zhang Debiao knows that the old madman is not careful and will kill the Holy Mage if he is not careful. Therefore, as long as Zayed does not provoke him, the barbarian will not let the old madman do it.
Another very useful thing about the middle dantian is that it has a wonderful resonance with the Titan's Invincible Victory Decision. The Titan's Invincible Victory Decision has two functions. On the one hand, it can remove impurities from the body, improve the body, and let the body evolve towards perfection. On the other hand, the Invincible Victory Rune strengthens the body.
Zhang Debiao found that using the fighting spirit of the middle dantian to operate the Invincible Victory Decision is more effective than the upper and lower dantians, and it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
This is because the Qi and blood in the middle Dantian are strong, and the fighting Qi is quickly supplied to all parts of the body. In just a few days, his Titan Fu Neng victory has been cultivated to the peak of the fourth level, and his physical strength has been further improved.
"Unfortunately, whether it is the middle dantian or the upper dantian, these two dantians can only be used as guidance. The most fundamental part of the human body is the lower dantian. Even if he fills up the upper and middle dantian, it is only equivalent to half of the cultivation of the lower dantian. ”
Zhang Debiao sighed, stopped trying to figure out the magical effects of the Dantian, and turned to look at Zaid. He saw that the dark demonic energy around the Holy Magister was even stronger, like a big black insect wriggling endlessly. Apparently, Zaid had been Considerable progress has also been made.
He was moved in his heart and said: "Mr. Holy Magister, why do you come to a place like this?"
Zaid had obviously known for a long time that there were powerful extraterrestrial demons guarding the Blackstone Iron Prison, otherwise he would not have deliberately left a trace of dark magic power to break the demon-suppressing seal of the demon guards, but he still took the initiative to come here. Obviously, he did not Not his character.
When Zaid heard this, the dark demonic energy suddenly stopped moving and said calmly: "I came here to find something."
Zhang Debiao couldn't help but asked curiously: "What?"
Zaid shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped talking. After a while, the Holy Magister opened his eyes again and couldn't help but said: "Why don't you ask me what exactly I am looking for?"
Zhang Debiao asked: "Can you say it?"
Zaid shook his head again and couldn't help but said: "You can beat me and force me to tell my secret."
Zhang Debiao burst into laughter and asked, "Will you tell me if I hit you?"
"I won't tell you even if you kill me!"
Zhang Debiao stretched out and said with a smile: "That's why I didn't beat you up. Everyone has his secrets in his heart, you have them, I have them, even the old madman has them. There are also Xiao Hei and Brother Tai, they all have theirs." Little secret. If they don’t tell it, I won’t force it.”
Zaid was furious and trembling with anger: "Last time I didn't want to tell you why I was sure to break the demon-suppressing seal, why did you beat me again?"
Zhang Debiao disagreed and said with a smile: "That's not a secret that cannot be told. You are a bitch and you have to be beaten before you tell it, so I have to do it..."
"Shameless excuse, you just want to beat me up!"
Zaid was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled strangely: "Well, I am just a bitch, so it doesn't matter if I tell you this secret."
After a pause, Zaid continued: "I came here to find something that originally belonged to our Hades Palace, as well as my mentor! Why do I know the secret of the Blackstone Prison? It is because of my mentor. Leaving clues."
"My mentor has been studying the Blackstone Iron Prison all her life. She knows that the treasure in my Hades Palace must be hidden deep in the Blackstone Iron Prison. My mentor told me that she is going to the God King Palace to retrieve the treasure that originally belonged to the Hades Palace. She took back her things and asked me to wait for her return at home. I watched my mentor leave the God King’s Palace and waited for her for more than sixty years, but she never came back..."
Zaid looked gloomy and murmured: "At that time, I was young and had low cultivation. I kept telling myself, wait, wait, maybe the mentor will come back tomorrow..."
"Later, I waited until my hair turned gray. I waited until I became the Holy Magister, and waited until I became the elder of the Hades Palace. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer, so I wanted to come here in person!"
Zaid's eyes were red, and he grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, veins bursting out, and he took a few deep breaths.
Zhang Debiao sighed, reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry, the old madman and I will support you. Now that we are here, we will definitely be able to find your mentor and recover the treasures of your Hades Palace!"
Zaid was silent and suddenly said: "Why do you want to help me?"
"We are inmates, we must unite, be friendly, live in harmony, and share weal and woe! Besides, I really have no confidence in escaping from here..."
The Holy Magister snorted and said with a smile: "The last sentence is the truth. But the ugly words are ahead. Before escaping from here, we are comrades who share life and death. I will never shoot a cold arrow in your back, but After leaving the Blackstone Iron Prison, it’s hard to say. I can stab you in the back, and you can stab me in the back... Hey, hey, just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement! What do you think of this proposal?"
"Abnormal!" Zhang Debiao muttered, stretched out his big hand and said: "Deal!"
The two of them clapped each other's hands, and Zhang Debiao smiled and said: "Master Holy Magister, do you have any way to leave this cell?"
"No, unless I wait until my cultivation level recovers and break the rune formation system of this prison."
Zhang Debiao felt a little disappointed. He took out a dragon bone from the space ring and threw it to Xiao Hei. The hellhound immediately picked up the bone and started chewing it until it collapsed.
"Compared to the poor food we three received, Xiao Hei's treatment is much better. Hey, what is the old madman doing?"
The crazy old man was squatting on the ground at the moment, tearing his hair with both hands, making a whooshing sound in his throat. Zhang Debiao stepped forward and looked down, only to see a pair of patterns painted on the ground. These patterns were messy and disorderly. They seemed to be a form of martial arts and must have been made by a crazy old man.
Zhang Debiao glanced at those patterns and didn't take them to heart. How could he believe something drawn by a madman? He stretched out his foot to erase the patterns. Without the interference of these patterns, the old madman returned to normal and hid in the corner to collect mushrooms.