After Yang Qingxuan said goodbye to Wu Qiyue, he went directly to Yinglongtan.
After You Ye and others showed their formidable strength, he realized that he was still far from those strong men on the Qianlong list.
He leaped into the Yinglong Lake at once, causing a large splash of water, and the pool water immediately surrounded him. The cold feeling nourished his body and cleared his mind.
After swimming in the water for two laps, he began to circulate the Qingyang Martial Arts. This wonderful exercise was not only as simple as allowing him to become a yellow-turban wrestler, but also integrated into his body, inseparable from him. .
"It feels like this exercise has its own life."
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved inexplicably, and he realized the magic of Qingyang Wujing.
He closed his eyes and began to repair the damaged meridians in his body.
Before forcibly using the four flames, supplemented by the Jumang finger, and then forcibly suppressing the two arrows on the string, the meridians in the body have been severely injured. At this moment, under the operation of the martial arts, they are slowly recovering.
After a day, all the damaged meridians were repaired. The original force was like nectar, nourishing every part of the body, making it indescribably comfortable.
Afterwards, Qi and blood rushed like a river, and the water in the surrounding pools also "squeaked" and boiled.
He suddenly raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and slammed it out!
The strength burst out from between the fists and fingers, like a dragon and an elephant rushing into the water.
"Boom!"
The entire pool of water was blown up, shaking up countless sprays, which were scattered one after another, falling like a storm.
But all the water droplets, just a few inches away from his skin, directly evaporated into gas.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes shone brightly, and he said with lofty ambition: "With this Qingyang Martial Arts Classic, I will soon be able to break through to the mid-stage, late-stage, Dzogchen, and even Jade Bone Realm. Let me give up now, it's not easy."
He suppressed the idea of giving up the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic. According to the mental method in the Martial Arts Classic, there is still a long way to go. Even if you encounter the problem of not continuing the practice, it will be a long time later, so let's worry about it at that time.
After contemplating, he planned to continue practicing.
Yang Qingxuan came out of the pool, sat cross-legged on a smooth boulder by the pool, took out the spirit stone from the storage ring, and stacked it in front of him.
I got five yuan from the mining task, and I got fifty yuan from Mingyue Mountain Villa, and I subtracted one piece that was consumed in the hotel. At this moment, fifty-four low-grade spirit stones are piled up in front of me, like a small wall made of white jade. wall.
The purity of low-grade spirit stones is not high, and there are many impurities in them, and they are mottled, but they are also extremely precious cultivation resources, and ordinary warriors are also eager to see through them.
"The true qi in my body now has far surpassed the tenth layer of ordinary qi and martial arts. With that soul condensing pill, condensing the martial soul should be sure. But in order to ensure no accidents, using the huge spiritual energy supply in the spirit stone, In order to prevent the danger of lack of true energy when condensing the soul, it will be safe."
After Yang Qingxuan was fully prepared, he took out the soul condensing pill, waited and watched for a while, then put it in his mouth and swallowed it.
As the medicine dissipated, a strange feeling grew in his dantian, as if a flame was born out of thin air, burning his true energy.
Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, knowing that it was the soul fire, which was the beginning of refining Qi and condensing the soul, so he hurriedly closed his eyes and entered the meditation.
Under the guidance of Soul Condensation Art, the true energy in the body gathers towards the dantian.
After being roasted and calcined by the soul fire, it seems to be providing raw materials for the soul and tempering the soul power.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that the "essence, qi, spirit, soul, and will" in his whole body, the five things that measure the talent and strength of "wu", were continuously input into his dantian along with his true energy.
An indescribable force slowly formed in his body as the soul fire burned.
This stock is very similar to the Enemy in the World, but 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 walking on thin ice, and they will bite themselves back if they are not careful.
And this force is completely integrated with the body, without the slightest gap, as if it is one's own "soul", inseparable from each other.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly had a strange feeling that he was like a mother who was pregnant in October, and that life-like force was the "fetus".
This state lasted for three or four hours, and he was safe and sound. The true energy in his body was also sufficient, and the consumption was within a controllable range.
All of a sudden, the soul fire that had been steady and scorching suddenly trembled.
All the true energy around him rushed towards the flame in an instant, with a "Hula", Yang Qingxuan felt his whole body was burning.
The soul fire instantly swelled to a huge size, as if burning out from the inside out, turning into a boundless flame, burning his body.
Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted, he knew that this was the final stage, which was the key to concentrating the soul.
Concentrate your mind now and carefully control the whole process.
But the consumption of true energy was too great, and he almost emptied his whole body at that moment. He slapped the spirit stone wall, and a large amount of spiritual energy poured out along with the powder, and fell on him.
It was as if the rain was coming after a long drought, and I immediately felt indescribably comfortable, every pore was stretching, greedily absorbing the aura.
The deficiency in the body is instantly nourished.
The fierce soul fire, after burning for a while, began to emit colorful rays of light.
All the heat quickly gathered into a red light ball, condensed in the dantian.
Yang Qingxuan knew that it was the beginning of the Wuhun Seal, as long as the ball of light grew and turned into a brand on the body, it would be a success.
The ball of light began to become brighter, like a drop of blood, spreading out and turning into the shape of a sword embryo.
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he said happily: "Could it be that my martial soul is in the shape of a sword?"
He learned from the book that this kind of weapon-shaped martial soul is the strongest attacking martial soul, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
But the imprint of the sword embryo suddenly trembled, Yang Qingxuan only felt his mind sink, as if infinite consciousness invaded.
Suddenly, I saw a sudden change in the surrounding scenery, and the green mountains and green waters quietly receded, turning into an empty land.
The dark sky darkened and became deep and boundless, and the whole world extended to the infinite space, as if everything disappeared and disappeared, and the universe became extremely lonely.
"This, what's going on?!"
Yang Qingxuan's heart was shaken, and he realized that he was no longer by the pool, but independent in the vastness, an endless world.
"Is this, my thought world? Or what's going on?"
"It smells like death..."
Yang Qingxuan ran a few steps in this world, and stopped suddenly. Suddenly, he found that there were countless hills in front of him, which turned out to be hundreds of millions of tombs, raised on this boundless land, dead forever.
The smell of desolation and death emanates from these countless tombs.
(end of this chapter)