He stood up, took a deep breath, his face darkened, stepped on the big rock, and jumped up. When he fell, he had already landed steadily under the waterfall.
The body is resisting a force of tens of millions kilograms, as if a mountain is hanging down from the sky, pressing on the lungs, as if struck by lightning, and it seems as if the body is about to explode and die.
Feng Qingyang's blood surged up his body, his throat felt sweet, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. He rushed out from under the waterfall at a high speed, like a sharp arrow, and kept rolling in the water.
"Qingyang." Seeing him being pushed away again, the Holy Prince exclaimed and wanted to go over to pull him over, but at this moment, the old monkey raised his hand to stop him.
"No need to help him. Such people are arrogant. Once they set their minds on something, they will definitely sacrifice their lives for it." The old monkey talked eloquently and seemingly calmly, but in fact, his heart was in turmoil.
For those who practice cultivation, no matter how talented you are, if you do not have a tenacious mind, it will all be in vain in the end. Only those with great perseverance can stand out from thousands of geniuses, become the best, dominate a region, and dominate the universe.
Throughout the ages, there have been countless geniuses, just like fish crossing a river, swimming upstream, a sea of white, like iron that has been frozen for thousands of years emerging from the river.
However, how many people can successfully go against the tide? Only one in ten survives, like these thousands of geniuses, who rely on their natural talent and the elixirs and spiritual stones of their families or sects to ascend to the sky in one step at a young age.
However, they are no longer young and eventually become elders, guardians, etc. In the final analysis, they are just like everyone else. Those super powerful people who are famous and have been famous for eternity are all people with strong wills, and most of them are of average talent or ordinary people.
"Failed?" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. This time, perhaps because of the experience he had the first time, he did not faint. Although he was as embarrassed as last time, at least he had made progress.
In his eyes, this was progress and the driving force that kept him moving forward. He stood up, his body shaking. The pain was now more intense. He knew that if he went down again, he would definitely fall into a coma.
"A gentleman does not display the courage of a common man. Although I am not a gentleman, I am not a common man either. I will sit down and practice well first." Thinking of this, he immediately sat cross-legged, practiced the "Taiyin Sutra" to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refine his body, and began to replenish it.
From sunset to moonrise, and then to the sunrise of the next day, a whole night of meditation took him. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the Holy Prince was sitting next to him.
His heart warmed, and he said, "I will try it again today. I don't believe that I can't stand under the waterfall. After all, I am..." Having said this, he suddenly kept silent.
After looking at the Holy Prince, he stood up again, like a nimble monkey, and leaped around countless waves. His whole body was surrounded by layer upon layer of black light. It seemed ordinary, but in fact it was much more condensed than the black light of yesterday.
He now had an idea in his mind. This waterfall was coming with great force, but as long as he could block its first wave, he could block every subsequent wave.
However, although he thought so in his heart, the reality was not so. Although he strengthened the solidity of the defensive light curtain, it suddenly exploded as soon as he entered under the waterfall.
And he remained the same. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, swaying and floating in the waves.
"Prince, let's go and take a look." The old monkey suddenly spoke. Although Feng Qingyang was a tough man in his eyes, he seemed a little extreme at times.
It is said that if one is too rigid, he will break easily, and if one goes too far, he will become distorted. Feng Qingyang is now obviously beginning to become distorted. In his mind, if the Holy Prince can get through it, why can't he
But he overlooked one point. This Holy Prince wanted to be a powerful demon general. If he was placed among human cultivators or zombies, that would be the position of Nascent Soul and Purple Zombie.
"He's unconscious." The two flew over and saw that Feng Qingyang's eyebrows were tightly closed, with a hint of hostility still remaining on his face.
"He has fallen into extremes. If this continues, he will definitely suffer from inner demons. Prince, in seven days, the waterfall will change. It will be mixed with the essence of the full moon and pour down. That will be the best time for you to absorb Taiyi Water. If he can survive under the waterfall during these seven days, he will be able to break out of his cocoon and be reborn."
The old monkey said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed, as if he was making a decision. Finally, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Holy Prince, you get it up first, I will help him."
Hearing this, the Holy Prince stepped forward and waved his hand. A gentle force enveloped him, instantly making him stand upright in the air.
"Qingyang, keep your mind focused." The old monkey shouted softly, and his voice turned into invisible sound waves that penetrated in and resounded in his sea of consciousness.
Feng Qingyan, who had been in a coma, trembled all over. She seemed to have heard it, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem to understand what was going on.
The old monkey was silent for a moment, then he clapped his hands in the air, and a green gall-like object appeared. For a moment, a foul smell filled the place.
"Ah, this is... this is the bitter gall of the underworld snake. You want to give him this to eat?"
"Haha... The prince is right. I did give him this to eat. This is the only way to adapt to the impact of the waterfall in a week." After saying this, he opened Feng Qingyang's mouth without caring about anything else, and the bitter gall suspended in the air flew in.
Seeing this, a smile flashed across the face of the Holy Prince, and his eyes were full of gloating. He had also eaten this bitter gall before, and it could not enhance his cultivation, but could only increase his willpower and endurance.
If he had not eaten this, he would not have such strong endurance. You know, although he is about to reach the level of a general, most of it comes from his own talent.
The Fighting Clan fights against heaven and earth. They are brave and good at fighting. They are extremely powerful and invincible in their physical bodies. Among the demon clan, they are like zombies to humans.
Although the effect is powerful, the process is painful. Thinking about it now, the Holy Prince still feels a lingering fear. Thinking about that feeling, it is more uncomfortable than the Taiyi Water.
It was not only painful, but also temptation. The Hades Snake Clan, like the Flood Dragon Clan, were lustful by nature, and this bitter gall contained most of their lust, making it the most powerful kind of temptation.
After eating it, many hallucinations will appear in the brain, but this is not the point. The point is to endure the hallucinations. As long as your mind is slightly shaken, you will explode and die.
"Qingyang, I will observe three seconds of silence for you." The Holy Prince turned around and left silently. Before leaving, he did not forget to look at Feng Qingyang pitifully.
boom!
Just as he was leaving, a heat wave suddenly burst out from Feng Qingyang's body, rising up like a raging fire, instantly burning him.
"Qingyang, keep your mind steady and don't waver."