In the sea of underworld, the eldest grandson holds the world in his hand and keeps attacking Wuming.
Wuming also held a long knife. Facing Changsun's attack, Wuming responded casually, even pulling Shimen forward without being affected.
"No fight, can you be a little more serious?" Changsun looked at Wuming and seemed to have no intention of fighting him. Facing his attack, he raised his hand casually like swatting away mosquitoes and blocked it!
Changsun felt deeply frustrated. Although he had never expected to be able to break through Wuming's defense, he couldn't even get Wuming to take him seriously, which made Changsun feel desperate.
"Do you think I need to be serious?" Wuming asked back.
The eldest grandson choked.
"Having said that, can you express it more tactfully..."
"I won't, I will just go straight." Wuming replied ruthlessly.
"Hmph, you didn't teach me anything, you just taught me a sword technique. I'm not at the level of a magician yet, so I can't use it. I guess you're bullying me like this because you're afraid that you won't be able to defeat me once I learn it." General Changsun Ji road.
"I don't teach you, I just want you to think by yourself. It's better for you now. You are too lazy to use your brain, so you just want to learn it already. I have practiced swordsmanship with you for so long, and you think these blocks of mine are just random swings of the sword. Well, these are the results of my lifelong cultivation, so I can take it easy. Don’t try to walk out on your own path by just copying what you learned.” Wuming’s tone was still calm, but Changsun’s ears felt like a heavy hammer in his heart.
The eldest grandson no longer had any luck and devoted himself to studying Wuming's defense.
The more he studied Changsun, the more he discovered that Wuming's seemingly random swings of the sword were actually inextricably linked to each other. It was precisely for this reason that Changsun felt that no matter how he changed his moves, it was difficult to break Wuming's defense.
The more Changsun studies, the more he learns.
On this day, Changsun was attacking Wuming, when suddenly a flash of inspiration arose in his heart, and he felt a sense of arrogance in his heart.
Changsun's hand followed the trend, and the knife in his hand seemed to have turned into a heavy hammer. After Changsun slashed with the knife, he used his right foot to lift his body into the air. He exerted force on his waist to spin his body in the air again, and the knife made a smooth stroke along his body. trajectory, accelerate, and chop down hard.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Changsun's aura was getting stronger and stronger, just like the waves getting stronger and stronger, until the seventh knife, the waves formed a roaring force, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Wuming's speed suddenly slowed down, and he was blocked by Changsun's attack for a moment.
Wuming put down the knife he held in front of him to block, and said, "This is a good move. It's really good to be able to strike such a powerful and heavy blow with only physical strength."
"Juniors don't dare to take it seriously. The inspiration for this move comes from the 'Wei's Footwork', a footwork practiced by juniors. There is a move called rushing into the formation, which is how to take advantage of the situation." Changsun said.
"very nice."
Changsun knew what Wuming said was good, so it was already the greatest recognition for him.
At his current level, being able to get a compliment from Wuming is enough to make him proud of his peers.
"Well, that's a good move. Have you thought of a name?" Wuming asked.
The eldest grandson hesitated for a moment and said: "The move just now was inspired by this junior, and I didn't think about the name."
"Well, then I will help you think of a name, let's call it Dielang." Wuming suddenly said that he wanted to name Changsun's move. Changsun was so surprised that he wanted to refuse, but Wuming had already spoken.
However, when Changsun heard the name "Dielang", he was quite satisfied.
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Time seemed to stand still in this gray space, and Changsun was like a tireless machine, immersed in sword practice and meditation every day.
On this day, the eldest grandson sat on the top of the stone gate and entered meditation to practice. Although the evil thoughts were no longer effective in improving the eldest grandson's body, the eldest grandson still took the trouble to practice swordsmanship every day and entered meditation to practice when he was tired.
The eldest grandson soon entered a state of trance. The energy brought by the evil thoughts could quickly replenish the loss of the eldest grandson's body. However, practicing without sleep for such a long time left the eldest grandson's spirit in a very exhausted state.
Changsun's body instinctively absorbed the evil thoughts around him as usual.
Because there are evil thoughts all around, Changsun doesn't need to use his mental power to attract evil thoughts, and they will swarm him.
Just when the eldest grandson was mentally exhausted and relaxed physically and mentally, an unexpected incident occurred.
The rough stone that had been silent for many days on Changsun's chest seemed to have woken up from hunger, and suddenly a strong suction force was produced, snatching evil thoughts from Changsun's body.
This grab doesn't matter, the key is that these evil thoughts originally entered the stone gate through Changsun's body, and grabbing the original stone is equivalent to grabbing food from the tiger's mouth.
Shimen seemed to be irritated, and suddenly had a more powerful suction force and evil thoughts to snatch the original stone.
The two competed with each other in the eldest grandson's body, and it was the eldest grandson who was the most unlucky.
Because of the fight between the two, more evil thoughts poured into Changsun's body. Changsun immediately felt that his body was like a filled balloon, ready to explode at any time.
At the same time, the severe pain in his body instantly woke up Zhangsun.
Seeing the situation inside his body, Changsun felt his scalp numb. At this moment, the two were fighting back and forth in his body, trying to decide who would be better, but Changsun felt that he might not be able to hold on for a while before he would self-destruct.
Wuming was pulling Shimen forward, and suddenly felt the riot of evil thoughts behind him. When he saw the condition of his eldest grandson, he secretly screamed "not good" and hurriedly took action to stop it.
But then I realized that Shimen was like a bull with red eyes at the moment, unable to pull him back no matter how hard he pulled.
Changsun endured the pain to prevent himself from passing out. If he lost consciousness at this time, he would definitely explode from the evil thoughts in his body.
Changsun tried to calm himself down.
Looking at the situation in his body at this moment, the high-speed vortex in the Dantian absorbs the surrounding evil thoughts. The evil thoughts in the center of the vortex seem to be condensed into substance, but the vortex becomes bigger and bigger, and the edge has reached the Dantian.
At the bottom of the whirlpool, two streams separated and merged into the original stone and the stone gate respectively. Changsun smiled bitterly.
"It's really a fight between gods and mortals who suffer."
Changsun looked at the whirlpool in front of him, and he had to find a way to stop it. If it expanded, it would inevitably burst his Dantian, and then he would be dead.
But how to stop this whirlpool? Changsun felt at a loss as to how to stop it. Wait...
Changsun looked at the expanding whirlpool in front of him and suddenly felt a little familiar.
"This is very similar to the whirlpool last time when the first level of the traveler was about to break through."
Changsun had a flash of inspiration. Since the method of Zhenqi vortex worked last time, the same method should be used this time.
Changsun did what he thought of, but the situation in his body no longer allowed him to hesitate.
The eldest grandson gathered his spiritual power like last time and formed a long stick.
From the last experience, Changsun knew that the middle had the least kinetic energy.
Changsun aimed the long stick of mental power at the center of the whirlpool and thrust it down suddenly.
The expected pain did not appear. Unlike the last time when the huge pulling force was about to tear him apart, this time Changsun seemed to have lost consciousness and could not feel anything. The surroundings seemed to be at a standstill and he could only see. I could feel the whirlpool spinning, but I couldn't feel anything.
"It seems okay..." Changsun thought subconsciously.
"That's not right!" Changsun suddenly saw that the mental power he had inserted into the vortex was turning into ashes like a leaf falling into the high temperature. The most terrifying thing was that he didn't feel it.
Changsun took a closer look and discovered that due to the high degree of concentration, the evil thoughts in the center of the vortex had extremely high energy and could melt all objects instantly.
The eldest grandson is very anxious. If this continues, he will become a fool before he is overwhelmed.
The eldest grandson didn't bother to withdraw his mental power. He cruelly mobilized all his mental power and used all his strength to reverse the whirlpool before he was burned to ashes.
The vortex began to reverse from the center. The huge vortex suddenly shrank, slowly condensed from the inside, and finally turned into a black bead, and Changsun's soul was wrapped in it.
Changsun woke up slowly and saw that he was in endless darkness, but this darkness did not make him feel scared, but brought him a kind of kindness.
With a thought in his heart, Changsun got out of the darkness. His consciousness was still in his Dantian. The whirlpool of evil thoughts in his Dantian was no longer there. Instead, there was a black bead in the center of the Dantian. Pure black without a trace of impurities, while the original stone and the stone gate The two finally settled down and stopped competing with each other.
Changsun didn't have time to carefully explore what the black beads were, so he quickly exited the Dantian. He found that he had regained control of his body, let out a sigh of relief, and finally survived again.
When Wuming saw that his eldest grandson was safe, he let out a sigh of relief. If he let this little guy die like this in front of his eyes, he would be really shameless.
"Ahem... you brat, why don't you come down yet." Wuming coughed and said.
"Yes, yes, get down quickly." After being reminded by Wumingyi, the eldest grandson realized that if Shimen and Yuanshi went crazy again later, he would be in serious danger.
The eldest grandson jumped to Wuming's side, and Wuming asked, "What's going on?"
"I don't know either. I was practicing meditation, and suddenly the original stone and the stone gate robbed me of the evil thoughts in my body." Changsun replied, and then went on to tell Wuming exactly what he had just experienced.
"You mean you reversed the vortex?" Wuming asked.
"yes."
"Who taught you this?"
"I learned it from "The Travels of the Holy Lao"."
Changsun then told Wuming about the method he had developed inspired by the book he saw in the book when the sage compared the energy to a hemp rope when he was drunk.
Wuming was stunned after hearing this: "You are so brave."
The eldest grandson was embarrassed by Wu Ming's remarks, knowing that luck was more involved in his mishandling.
"Isn't there no other way..."
Wuming said no more, but asked: "Then are there any changes in your body now?"
"Yes, evil thoughts formed a black bead in my Dantian." Changsun replied.
"Black beads?"
"Yes, look." Changsun said, then he slipped his consciousness into his body and tried to bring out the beads to show Wuming. Unexpectedly, it actually happened.
The eldest grandson opened his hand, and a black bead hung in his palm.
Wuming looked at the bead in Changsun's palm and his pupils shrank. At Wuming's level, not a single change in the surroundings could escape Wuming's perception.
The moment the bead appeared, Wuming felt that the evil thoughts around the bead suddenly disappeared, and a vacuum space appeared around the bead.
Wuming looked around the bead and suddenly became excited: "You brat, you are in luck."
"Didn't meeting you use up all my good luck?" Changsun was safe at the moment, but instead teased Wuming.
"You bastard, you just saved your life and you started to become poor. Do you know what this pearl of yours is?" Wuming said excitedly.
"I don't know, have you seen it before?"
"I haven't seen it." Wuming's reply once again made the grandson vomit blood.
"But I can roughly tell what it is. It should be a condensation of evil thoughts." Wuming continued.
"Nonsense, I've been telling you for so long, haven't you heard that it is the whirlpool of evil thoughts in my body?" Zhangsun was once again speechless at Wuming's unreliability.
"You brat, you only know what this is for, but do you know what it does?" Wuming was so excited that he didn't even pay attention to Changsun's rude tone.
Changsun stopped answering this time, for fear that Wuming would say, "I don't know either."
Wuming Jian's eldest grandson said nothing and stopped beating around the bush and said: "Evil thoughts already have high energy, and now you have condensed a large amount of evil thoughts, which is equivalent to creating a super high energy body. I won't mention the other effects for now. This can be regarded as an excellent flame for refining weapons."
"Is it...a flame?" Changsun asked hesitantly.
"It's still an evil thought, but it's highly concentrated. So what should it be called?"
The eldest grandson had a bad premonition that Wuming seemed to be starting to come up with a name again, but before he could stop him, Wuming had already taken it upon himself to name the new substance.
"If you have it, call it an evil spirit!"
