Heavenly God Mnemonic

After saying goodbye to Wu Qiyue, Yang Qingxuan went directly to Yinglongtan.

After You Ye and others showed great strength, he realized that he was far from the strong on the Qianlong list.

He jumped into the Yinglong Lake at once, aroused a large spray of water, and the pool water immediately surrounded him, the cold feeling nourished the body and made his mind clear.

He swam two times in the water, and then circulated the Qingyang Wujing. This wonderful technique not only allowed him to advance to the yellow turban warrior, but also integrated into his body, regardless of him. .

"It feels like this exercise has its own life."

Yang Qingxuan moved inexplicably, and realized the magic of Qingyang Wujing.

He closed his eyes and began to repair the damaged meridians in his body.

Before forcibly exerting four rays of scorching sun, supplemented by sentence mang fingers, and then forcibly suppressing the arrows on the strings of the two strokes, the meridians in the body have been injured by a large amount of shock, and at this moment, under the operation of the Wujing, they are slowly recovering.

One day later, all the damaged meridians were repaired. The force is like nectar, nourishing every part of the body, unspeakably comfortable.

Afterwards, blood and qi rushed like a river, and the surrounding pools also boiled "rushing".

He suddenly raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and slammed it out!

The energy burst out from his fists and fingers, as if a dragon rushed into the water.

"Boom!"

The entire pool was blown up, shaking up countless sprays, sprinkled one after another, and fell like a storm.

But all the water droplets, just inches away from his skin, evaporate directly into air.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his aspiration said: "With this Qingyang Martial Scripture, I will soon be able to break through to the middle, late, Dzogchen, and even the Jade Bone Realm. Now let me give up. It is easier said than done."

He suppressed the idea of ​​giving up the Qingyang Wujing, and according to the mental method in the Wujing, there is still a long way to go. Even if you encounter the problem of unsustainable exercises, it will be a long time later, so let's worry about it.

After sizing, he plans to continue practicing.

Yang Qingxuan came out of the pool and sat on a smooth boulder beside the pool. He took out the spirit stone from the storage ring and stacked it in front of him.

I got five pieces from the mining task, and Mingyue Villa got fifty pieces, and then removed one piece that was consumed in the hotel. At this moment, fifty-four low-grade spirit stones are piled in front of you, like a small block of white jade. wall.

The purity of the low-grade spirit stone is not high, its impurities are mixed and mottled, but it is also an extremely precious training resource, and ordinary warriors are also eager to see.

"The true qi in my body now has far surpassed the tenth level of ordinary qi martial arts, and coupled with that soul condensing pill, the condensing martial soul should be tenable. But in order to ensure no accidents, use the huge spiritual qi in the spirit stone to replenish, In order to prevent the danger of lack of true qi when the soul is condensed, so it is foolproof."

After Yang Qingxuan was fully prepared, he took out the soul condensing pill, waited for a while in his hand, and swallowed it in his mouth.

As the power of the medicine dissipated, a strange feeling breeds in the dantian, as if there is a ball of flame, formed out of thin air, burning his true energy.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, knowing that it was the soul fire, the beginning of refining qi and condensing the soul, hurriedly closed his eyes and entered into concentration.

Under the guidance of Soul Ning Jue, the True Qi in the body gathered towards the Dantian.

Withstand the scorching of the soul fire, as if to provide raw materials for the soul to temper the soul power.

Yang Qingxuan only feels that the "essence, qi, god, soul, and mind" of his whole body, the five things that measure the talent and strength of "wu", are continuously input into his dantian along with his true qi.

An indescribable force slowly formed in his body as the soul fire burned.

This unit is very similar to the enemy under heaven, but it is much weaker and more intimate.

Although there are enemies in the world, they are stored in the body, but every time they appear, they are like walking on thin ice, accidentally biting themselves back.

And this power is completely integrated with the body, without the slightest gap, just like one's own "soul", regardless of each other.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly felt a strange feeling. He was like a mother who was pregnant in October, and that life-like force was a "fetus."

This state lasted for three or four hours, and it was safe and sound, the true qi in the body was sufficient, and the consumption was within a controllable range.

Suddenly, the steadily scorching soul fire suddenly trembled.

All the zhenqi in the whole body rushed to the flame in an instant, with a "hoola", Yang Qingxuan felt that his whole body was burning.

The soul fire instantly soared to huge, as if it burned out from the inside out, turning into boundless flames, burning his body.

Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted, he knew that this was the final stage, which was the key to condensing souls.

Converge at the moment and carefully control the whole process.

However, the consumption of true qi was too great, and he almost emptied his whole person at that moment. He slapped out his palm, smashing the spiritual stone wall, and a large amount of spiritual qi poured out with the powder and rushed on him.

As if the drought is in the rain, it is immediately unexplainable and comfortable, every pore is expanding, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy.

The deficiencies in the body are instantly nourished.

The fierce soul fire, after burning for a while, began to emit colorful light.

All the heat quickly gathered into a red ball of light, condensed in the Dantian.

Yang Qingxuan knew that was the beginning of the Wuhun Seal, as long as the light mass grew and turned into a brand, it was successful.

The ball of light began to become vivid and dripping, like a drop of blood, spreading out and turning into the shape of a sword embryo.

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he secretly said with joy, "Is my martial spirit a sword?"

He learned from the book that this weapon-shaped martial soul is the strongest attack form martial soul, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

But the brand of the sword embryo suddenly trembled, and Yang Qingxuan only felt his mind sinking, as if infinite consciousness had invaded.

In amazement, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the green mountains and green waters quietly receded, turning into an empty land.

The gloomy sky became gloomy and deep and boundless, and the whole world stretched out into infinite space, as if everything had disappeared, and it turned into the ruins, and the universe became so lonely.

"What, what's going on?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart shook wildly, and he realized that he was no longer by the water, but independent of the boundless world, an endless and vague world.

"Is this, my mind world? Or what's the matter?"

"What a strong breath of death..."

Yang Qingxuan ran a few steps in this world and stopped abruptly. Suddenly, he found countless hills in front of him, which were hundreds of millions of tombs, bulging on this boundless earth, dying forever.

The smell of loneliness and death radiated from these countless tombs.