In fact, simply by superimposing the layers of Qi training, monks who come from reality can push the Qi in a deeper direction.
Practicing Qi beyond the tenth level is not the exclusive patent of Ke Xiaoliang.
But the reason why besides true energy is mana.
That's because the 'expressiveness' of true energy is insufficient.
What the practice pays attention to is the unity of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit.
Mana is the evolutionary power of the unity of these three treasures, while Qi most of the time only represents a person's Qi.
As far as the cultivation resources in the world of high martial arts are concerned, if a highly qualified martial artist wants to reach the level of being able to carry mountains through pure Qi training, he must concentrate on practicing and practice Qi day and night for hundreds of years.
This is under the prerequisite that the skills, qualifications, and cultivation environment are all extremely top-notch.
As long as one thing is missing, it will not work.
Ke Shouyi lived for several hundred years.
But he was ruined and unable to practice.
"All spiritual practices emphasize the unity of essence, energy and spirit, but when true energy and spirit are combined in the upper Dantian, what is born is magic power, and what is forged is Tao foundation. This simply cannot work in this world. People in this world have different body structures. , there is no upper Dantian at all. When the true energy enters the brain and gathers on the spiritual platform, it will shatter the brain in an instant." Shao Yang calmed down and kept thinking hard.
Dugu Ming, who was far away in Qijian Villa, also fell into the same predicament as Shaoyang.
But he took a small step forward.
He attempted to nourish a sword with true energy, and then place his own spirit and sword intention on the sword, and then achieve a special unity of spirit and energy on the sword.
This method is somewhat similar to the Sword Cultivator's Sword Refining Pill, but it is different.
The sword pill is absorbed into the body, nourished by its own magic power, and then accumulates the sword energy, and then releases it during battle.
Boom!
The dark iron sword forged hundreds of times broke in Dugu Ming's hands.
This is already the best sword he can find among those famous swords. As for the so-called famous swords, they just carry the reputation and sword intent of some ancient people in the past. There is nothing really surprising in terms of materials.
At this time, the black iron sword that had been forged hundreds of times was still unable to withstand the double pressure of the huge amount of true energy and Dugu's sword intention.
Throwing the broken sword to the pile of broken swords aside, Dugu Ming stood up in distress, waved his fingers casually, and began to practice sword skills.
Grandmaster… Grandmaster… Grandmaster!
It was like a spell, constantly hovering in his mind, making him intoxicated and addicted.
That's not just because you can get a lot of plot points by breaking the upper limit.
What's more, the kind of fighting pride that belongs to a warrior and involves direct violent output has constantly tempted Dugu Ming.
He longed for that kind of fighting and wanted to solve its mysteries.
He was confident that once this method was unlocked, he would be able to use it in reality.
He... or they, these monks who have chosen the world of high martial arts and become 'grand masters', will embark on a brand new path.
It’s in reality, it’s in the spiritual world.
That might be a great opportunity.
Someone sensed something secretly.
Brother Hai sat on the shore, listening to the rolling tide of the waves.
Miao Nu wore exquisite silver handcuffs on her hands and stood aside, sometimes looking at him tenderly and sweetly, sometimes showing a weird and crazy expression.
"Brother Hai! Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"What exactly is the boundless sea you are talking about? Is it that the true energy is as turbulent as the sea?" Miao Nu asked Brother Hai.
Brother Hai opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at the tumbling waves in the distance. Feeling the vibration of the boulder under him under the impact of the waves, he exhaled a long breath like an arrow.
"No... that's a feeling. Accumulation is infinite, but human energy is limited. It is impossible to accumulate immeasurable energy with limited energy and resources. So I am What I understand is a sense of repetition and continuity. Just like the waves of the sea, one wave after another, it seems that every wave is a new life, but no matter how vast the sea is, it is still the same sea water..." Brother Hai said.
However, Miao Nu looked at Brother Hai with an incomprehensible expression, and her eyes were strange as she said: "A hundred rivers gather together to form a river, and a hundred rivers gather to form a sea. Clouds and smoke rise on the sea, and the clouds and smoke pass over the mountains, turn into rain, and the rain falls on the mountains and rivers, and the cycle goes back and forth." ··This is the great cycle between heaven and earth, and also the great cycle of nature.”
Brother Hai was stunned.
Suddenly his eyes burst into bright light.
"I understand!"
"I understand!"
"So this is what the master meant!"
"The sea gathers hundreds of rivers, and tolerance means greatness. What a master needs is not expansion, nor continuous filling, nor endless search... What a master needs is tolerance, tolerance for the world, and tolerance for himself. Turn yourself into a drop of water, It becomes a gust of wind, becomes a grain of dust, and then disperses into the rivers, into the mountains, into the sky, into the desert, into the mire... into everything. Human power is exhausted, but the power of mountains and rivers, the power of rivers, The power of the sea is endless. When I become the wind of nature, the water of rivers, the boundless sea, the endless starry sky...it will no longer be difficult to carry mountains and seas." As Brother Hai said, he actually started to disperse. achievement.
The true energy that he had trained hard for a long time was dispersed into the world without any regrets.
And his will reached a certain resonance with the boiling sea.
In an instant, he seemed to have crossed a chasm, crossed an insurmountable obstacle, and entered a new realm.
When he breathes, the true energy flows and is output in his body, interacting with nature.
Clap it with one palm.
A hundred-foot green dragon flew out of the sea.
The blue dragon stirred up waves on the sea, rolled up the waves, swallowed the clouds and puffed out mist, as if it were real.
Brother Hai laughed loudly.
"So this is the Grandmaster. It's really amazing! It's really powerful! It's a pity... I only understood the meaning of the sea, so only at the seaside can I have the ability to turn gas into dragons and gather clouds like the sea. I'm afraid it's impossible to do it inland. We have to give a big discount. Perhaps the Grand Master integrates all the various phenomena in this world into his own breath of true energy. Once the true energy is exhaled, it will become a country and half a martial arts world!" Brother Hai's voice followed along the sea surface. The wind blows far, far away.
In the Abandoned Sword Villa, Dugu Ming picked up the unique skills of the Abandoned Sword Villa again. The Abandoned Sword Sword Technique, which he had originally despised, suddenly had a different look in his eyes.
"is that so?"
"So it's like this... Because the sword cannot carry my energy and intention, I have to abandon the sword. Abandoning the sword does not mean giving up the sword, but giving up the shape of the sword and retaining the mystery of the sword. In this world, the wind can It is a sword, the rain can be a sword, and the ground under your feet can still be a sword. It is recorded in the Dugu Nine Swords that no move can be used to win, and all grass, wood, bamboo and stone can be used as swords... Is this what it means? It turns out that the path of a master has always been a sword. It is in my hand, but I turned a blind eye, abandoning the treasure without knowing it." Dugu Ming walked out of the sword hut, then breathed out all his true energy, waved his hand, and a sharp sword energy soared into the sky, turning from invisible to tangible, Tearing the sky apart, crushing the white clouds.
