The tower spirit knows the past and present, but is still very pure.
General Yang praised Xiao Hei and said it was unique, but in the end it turned out to be a little black dog, and Ta Ling couldn't stand it at all.
Fortunately, the pagoda spirit is a psychic weapon spirit and knows everything about the world. The divine dog race is also one of the most powerful races. It is possible to have such a powerful creature.
With its alchemy skills alone, it cannot compare with the little black dog.
The tower spirit still raised questions. In order to prove Xiao Hei's existence, Yang Wu could only take out the bronze tripod and prepare to show the tower spirit the alchemy technique that Xiao Hei taught him.
However, when the bronze tripod appeared, the tower spirit almost knelt down.
"This... what is this?" The tower spirit felt the ancient aura exuded by the bronze tripod, and it actually seemed to be older than it. How could it not be surprised
The God of War Tower was born in ancient times and was jointly refined by the ancestors of the eight war clans. There were not many warriors that could compare with it. He asked himself, but the young man in front of him took out an ancient cauldron, and the aura exuded by the other party made it... Feeling afraid, the weapon spirit among them is probably no weaker than it.
Sure enough, a hazy shadow suddenly appeared in the bronze cauldron. It was a rickety immortal man. He was a bald man with a weird face, a big green nose, and he was holding a medicine pot in his hand. , squinting his eyes as if he had never woken up.
"Who disturbed this fairy's dream?" The voice of the Cauldron Spirit came out vaguely, as loud as the voice of heaven.
The pagoda spirit knelt down on the spot and said: "The pagoda didn't know that the fairy spirit was coming, and it missed the way to greet it. I hope you will forgive me."
Yang Wu was stunned.
He had always known that bronze had an extraordinary origin, but he never thought that it would have a weapon spirit, and that it could even make the tower spirit kneel before it. His mind was a bit lost.
The cauldron spirit looked at the pagoda spirit, raised his eyes slightly and said, "Hey, you do have some foundation for becoming an immortal spirit. It's a pity that you lack the immortal materials and are stained with the evil spirit. As time goes by, you can only I am afraid that if the tower body is damaged, it will be difficult to make any progress, and the tower will be destroyed and souls will die."
"Ask the fairy for help." The tower spirit lost all its pride and asked for help like a little brother.
Cauldron Ling threw the medicine pot towards Ta Ling and said: "Drink a little first to calm down the shock. I can't help you with this matter."
As if he had found a treasure, Ta Ling took the medicine pot and drank it. Soon he was drunk and fell directly to the ground.
"It seems that the medicinal wine is too strong and over-replenished." Ding Ling took back the medicinal pot and muttered to himself, then looked at Yang Wu and said: "You are my current little master, you are really a scumbag."
"Hey, old man, have you ever said that about your master?" Yang Wu came back to his senses and responded with courage.
Could it be possible that the bronze tripod given to it by Xiao Hei could turn the world upside down
Ding Ling smiled and said: "I have never recognized my master, but you really take yourself for granted. Let's wait and see when you become an immortal pharmacist."
After saying that, he turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the bronze cauldron.
Yang Wu was stunned for a while, and said a little depressed: "Spiritual weapons are so arrogant, they really don't matter, big or small."
Then, he looked at the tower spirit that had fainted and was too lazy to pay attention to it. He walked to the other side and began to think about how to use these ten years to make himself stronger.
The first thing he had to do was to repair the wounds in martial arts. If the wounds in martial arts were not healed, he would not be able to quietly improve his strength.
He sat down quietly and began to try various methods to heal his martial arts wounds. First, he used Xuanqi liquid to continuously pour it into Tianyu's body, and then he refined dragon qi. A two-pronged approach, hoping that it would have an effect.
He had used this method before, but it didn't work well if he tried it again now.
Then, he used his mental power to penetrate into the Dantian and stimulate Tianyu. This method seemed to have some effect. Tianyu was obviously more energetic. However, once he withdrew his mental power, Tianyu became dying again and was unable to swallow the profound energy of heaven and earth. It looked like He will die at any time.
Once Tianyu dies, Yang Wu's cultivation will definitely regress, and even all his strength will be destroyed. This is definitely not what he wants to see.
In this way, he tried day after day to heal the martial arts wounds, but still there was not much progress. Fortunately, Tianyu showed no signs of collapse yet. He could only give up repairing the martial arts wounds temporarily and set his goal. On top of Shenting Daohua, he began to digest the martial arts will left by his ancestors little by little, hoping to draw parallels and temper himself to prompt Tianyu to wake up again.
The martial arts will of the ancestors of the Yang family was too strong, and Yang Wu had very obvious gains every time he meditated.
Even though I feel the pain of swelling every time, after it passes, I feel that my mental power is becoming more concentrated and stronger.
He found that after condensing his mental power, his induction would be more focused, which would be of great help to his eyesight and ear awareness.
In addition, he had long awakened the power of his ancestral bloodline. As his realm improved, his bloodline power also evolved one by one. The bloodline inheritance and the will of his ancestors' martial arts were confirmed. He increasingly understood that there was indeed a reason for the Yang family to become one of the war clans.
After a month passed, he discovered that the fighting spirit's power had reached an advanced stage, which was definitely an unexpected gain.
In addition, the martial arts wounds also showed some obvious signs of healing, and Tianyu became more energetic.
"Could it be that martial arts injuries are related to the strength of the soul?" Yang Wu guessed.
He insisted on visualizing the martial arts will of his ancestors, hoping to make further progress, but unfortunately the progress was limited, and the martial arts injuries did not get better, but remained as they were.
On this day, Ta Ling woke up. He actually looked much younger, and his body had an aura that was not there before, which was similar to the immortal energy in Yang Wu's body.
"Young man, you... where is your immortal cauldron?" Ta Ling looked at Yang Wu and asked cautiously.
Yang Wu responded grandly: "It's on me, why do you still want to see it again?"
"This... I kind of want to see you." Ta Ling rubbed her hands and said sheepishly.
"But it doesn't want to see you, because it thinks you disturbed its sleep!" Yang Wu refused.
Ta Ling was not surprised either. He sighed softly: "I took the liberty."
"Well, it's good that you know. This is the medicinal cauldron given to me by Xiao Hei. Now you know how powerful Xiao Hei is, right?"
"I know, I know, that must be Lord Fairy Dog."
"That's good. If you tell me about the martial arts injury again, I won't be able to get out for a while. I must repair it as soon as possible before I can continue to practice."
"How about I send you out now and let you find the fairy dog to save you."
"Can you even speak?"
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In the end, the tower spirit reorganized some information and gave it to Yang Wu. They were a few monsters who relied on their own strength to recover the wounds of martial arts, and finally made further progress.
Yang Wu discovered that one of the demons had the most serious martial arts injuries. It was not until his later years that he accumulated wisdom and gained enlightenment to repair his martial arts injuries.
"Enlightenment is the best way to solve martial arts injuries." Yang Wu concluded.
However, what kind of Tao can be understood to truly repair the wounds of martial arts
After thinking about it, Yang Wu chose to practice from scratch. He felt that the injuries in martial arts were related to the foundation. Perhaps by refining the foundation, it would be possible to restore the injuries in martial arts.
However, after three months passed, Tianyu lost his vitality, his strength regressed, and he fell to the intermediate Tianyu realm.
Yang Wu tried his best to save it, but to no avail. It was really useless.
"What should I do?" Yang Wu seemed a little confused.
He couldn't help but think of the scenes in the mountain prison. He was brutally deposed, looked down upon, and tortured, but he never gave up. Later, with the help of Xiao Hei, he overcame the difficulties and soared into the sky.
Although he has encountered dangers many times over the years, he has never encountered too many troubles in his cultivation. It has been a smooth journey and he has broken through easily. Now is the first time he has encountered a problem in cultivation.
Without Xiao Hei to guide him, he was really panicked and confused.
Originally, he climbed to the twelfth floor of the battle tower, reached a height that others could not reach, and spent more time practicing than others. However, not only was he unable to gain much, he was also wasted here. If this spreads out, he will definitely be worthy of the title. He is known as "the most unsuccessful person in history".
"Since you can't keep your strength, don't keep it anymore. It's useless no matter how hard you struggle." Ta Ling couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, he knew very well that Yang Wu's martial arts injury should also be a test of the war tower. However, as a tower spirit, he could not interfere with the rules. This was the common will of the ancestors of the war clan.
"If you can't keep it, don't keep it... If you can't keep it, don't keep it..." Yang Wu muttered and repeated this sentence, seeming to have captured a key point. He soon understood: "Yes, since If Tianyu can't be saved, then let it die and condense it again. If the power can't be retained, then just scatter it and start practicing again. Anyway, there are ten years here, which is enough for me to regain my peak! "
Yang Wu thought of this and made preparations to spread his energy.
If others knew this, they would definitely think Yang Wu was crazy.
San Gong means that all the years of practice have been wasted, and it will also cause damage to the body, and it may not be able to recover if you try it again. This is undoubtedly a big gamble.
Yang Wu doesn't think so. He has advantages that others cannot match, that is, the peach core dantian and the immortal body. Even if the power is scattered again, he should be able to condense it again. If his body is injured, the immortal energy can also help him recover again. This Nothing is a problem.
So, he really lost his power.
Dispersing gong does not mean destroying the Dantian, but dissipating all the power in the Dantian, smashing the heavenly fish, draining the mysterious energy, and re-closing the meridians and acupuncture points...
Bang bang!