He Qingming waited for a while, but saw Jing Zetian with a straight face and almost no reaction. What, you really have no vision.
He couldn't help but feel frustrated. Logically speaking, it was a good scene for a hero to save a beauty. Why did this kid look like he was in a daze? Could it be that I was doing my sword skills too fast and he couldn't see clearly?
He Qingming was a little depressed.
At this time, Jing Zetian spoke, calculating his combat power in his mind, "How did you do it? Aren't you just in the foundation building stage?"
He could sense He Qingming's state. Qi cultivators use Qi as their method at most. Sword cultivators also use Qi to control their swords, breathe out spiritual energy, and temper themselves. Only in the foundation building stage can they truly begin to practice the Dao foundation and start cultivating spiritual energy in the body. Power and Qi transform from emptiness to reality. They are no longer things that drive themselves or are driven by themselves, but truly become part of the body, integrating into the internal organs, forming the big and small heavens, stimulating spiritual roots, unfolding spiritual veins, and building the foundation of the Tao. Leading to the avenue.
In other words, only monks at the Foundation Establishment stage or above can use methods above Qi, and He Qingming obviously did not use Qi. The sword technique was so fast that even his eyes could barely catch the trajectory. With just a flash of sword light, he killed more than a dozen ferocious beasts, including third-level ferocious beasts. This method was absolutely terrifying and extraordinary. It cannot be done during the foundation building period.
He Qingming said "hmm", not surprised that Jing Zetian would care about this. As written in the script, Aotian is a cultivator. Because he grew up among wild beasts and lived in a life-and-death fight every day, he naturally cares about the methods of cultivation and fighting.
In addition, this article is more traditional, with several traditional fantasy routines. One is that Aotian will be invincible at the same level, the other is that Aotian will be able to kill enemies across levels, and the third is Aotian's cultivation techniques and the path he chooses. It must be the most powerful Taoist method in the world.
Thinking of this, He Qingming felt dissatisfied. Heaven must be too partial to this destiny's son. But He Qingming will not make things difficult for Jing Zetian because he feels that he can do this on his own! There is no need to suppress a brat.
He then said generously: "Of course it's using magic techniques."
Jing Zetian thought for a moment and then asked: "What is the magic formula?"
Yes, He Qingming remembered that Jing Zetian was targeted when he first entered the Dao Sect. He didn't even get the normal Qi-into-body technique, and no one accepted him as a disciple and taught him how to practice. The teacher who was entrusted by his mother to recruit him into the Dao Sect went into seclusion after accepting him. He used the pretext that he was ready to undergo seclusion and break through because he had reached the level of cultivation. In fact, he just wanted to repay the favor and leave Jing Zetian to fend for himself. As an outer sect disciple, Jing Zetian had just emerged from the bad land, and his cultivation knowledge was like a blank slate. There were indeed many things he did not understand.
[Tip: Help Aotian practice! 】
He Qingming raised his eyebrows slightly, even if you don't say it, I will tell him!
"Magic techniques can help monks better exert their spiritual power and achieve various things. The purification technique I taught you before also belongs to it, but magic techniques are more complex than spells and are mostly used in combat. There is a certain level gap between magic techniques and spells. . In addition, the magic formula itself has its own quality differences. It is divided into three levels: heaven, earth and human. Each level is also divided into upper, middle and lower grades, a total of nine levels. Do you understand?"
He Qingming had never taught anyone before, so it was a rare experience for him to teach others everything in detail.
He also casually said a magic formula for a low-level human being, "How about it? Can you understand it?" You kid has a piece of my immortal bone, so it doesn't make sense if your understanding is not good.
Jing Zetian seemed to understand, but seemed to be still digesting it.
He Qingming ignored him and looked further away. The cave he left earlier has begun to collapse. The secret realm is shrinking rapidly, and soon it will collapse. He must reach the teleportation place as soon as possible, otherwise people will have to confess here.
The path of cultivation is mostly difficult, and monks who venture into secret realms have a narrow escape from death. Even if it is a low-grade secret realm, they cannot be taken lightly.
He Qingming then touched the lining of his sleeve robe. He had brought something with him when he came, and there should be something inside... Found it!
He took out a piece of paper that looked like a boat, and under Jing Zetian's surprised gaze, he blew on the paper. The stacked paper immediately emitted a bright white light and turned into a real boat more than ten feet long.
"How could I forget."
He muttered to himself, then squatted down and subconsciously wanted to throw Jing Zetian on the boat. Aotian was rough-skinned and thick-bodied, so it didn't matter, but thinking of making this kid have a good impression of him, he had to reluctantly throw him into the boat. Jing Zetian is placed on it well, his movements cannot be said to be gentle, but he is definitely very caring!
But Aotian didn't seem to appreciate it, he just glanced at the prop made of spiritual power.
He Qingming felt a punch hit the cotton and said displeasedly: "Just lie here and we'll go there like this."
Jing Zetian turned his head and looked at him steadily.
He Qingming added, "Hurry up and regain your strength. You will have to deal with many enemies next."
Jingze was stunned, but he also agreed with this.
There are many people in front of us. There are hundreds of thousands of disciples from various sects who came to the secret realm to practice this time, including the Dao Sect, the largest sect in the world, and the other two huge sects with similar strength, the Five Elements Sect and the Ling Sect. Tianzong, then the seven major sects in the second echelon, and thousands of sects or family forces, large and small.
This is a very large-scale experience that takes place once every ten years. Several great monks jointly open up and maintain the secret realm. Only monks under the age of 18 are allowed to enter. There are countless ferocious beasts in the secret realm, and there are dangers everywhere. At the same time, there are countless opportunities, and the aura is rich. But this is not the reason why everyone is rushing to participate. What the big shots outside are actually looking for is the ancient inheritance deep in the secret realm.
The Abyss Secret Realm opens every ten years, and sects of all sizes will try their best to let their disciples explore the ancient ruins. However, hundreds of years have passed since the secret realm was discovered, and the inheritance has still not been developed. In other words, the person who has not yet waited for it.
He Qingming learned about these situations after turning over the script.
It's a pity that the current plot of the script is consistent with the progress of the plot he is currently on, and will only be updated over time. He does not know the exact future, only some general outline information, such as the fate of his iron-clad cannon fodder.
He thought for a moment and glanced at Jing Zetian.
Jing Zetian stood up and sat cross-legged, with his eyes closed tightly, a look of pain on his face, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
The backlash of devouring the evil body and the healing power of the immortal bones were probably fighting in his body again, tearing apart his spiritual veins. If he was not careful, his entire Taoist base would collapse, leaving him in a critical life-or-death situation.
This is what spiritual practice is like. It involves experiencing countless disintegrations and reconstructions of the physical body.
He Qingming has experienced this kind of moment countless times. He has a strong talent, but his training is not always smooth sailing. Strong talent means more hardships. As the leader of the Dao Sect, he shoulders the expectations of the entire sect. Naturally, he cannot take the ordinary path and only wander around in comfortable and safe places. Cultivation always requires challenging the limits of the physical body, turning the impossible into possible, and only reaching the peak of achievement. At that moment, Daoguo could feel a little relaxed.
"So I can only grit my teeth and persist."
He Qingming held his chin and stared at Jing Zetian. He didn't understand. How could this kid defeat him in the future?
He still didn't quite believe it.
For a full quarter of an hour, the girl-looking monk stared blankly at the young man. From the beginning of the mission to now, he had never thought of simply killing Jing Zetian so that he could have peace of mind in the future. This is probably because he has such a temperament and is naturally strong. To kill Aotian before he has grown up is to take advantage of others' danger and act like a villain.
He is tenacious and not afraid of challenges, and he will fight with dignity and dignity!
Secondly, it was also because Aotian was a disciple of the Dao Sect, and he had sworn to his sect leader that he would not harm any fellow disciples who were not in the authentic style of Su.
Besides...he looked at the boy with obvious curiosity in his eyes.
He was curious about this destined son, and couldn't help but look at him carefully, wondering what Heaven's vision was. From the current point of view, this boy's extraordinary performance seems to be that he can only withstand the immortal bones, right?
Well, this actually breaks a record that no one has achieved in thousands of years. But Aotian's situation was mainly due to the Devouring Evil Body.
How can this boy be so virtuous that he can return to his destiny and ascend to the realm of immortality?
The young man looks thin, but when he takes off his clothes, he shows his muscular body. The lines of his muscles are like those of mountains, with sharp ups and downs and a strong sense of power.
I don't know how many beasts I have eaten to get this level.
He Qingming has seen countless monks practicing body training. However, this was the first time he had seen someone who had reached such a level at the age of fifteen or sixteen. It was definitely not a field that could be reached simply through hard work and luck. It must have gone through many narrow escapes.
But he is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy around him surged toward Jing Zetian.
His body surface was exposed with a series of ferocious evil lines, as if he were tattooed with a living ancient evil beast that was mad due to hunger, leaking out an extremely ominous black miasma.
He suppressed it so much that blood even overflowed from his skin, and he endured pain hundreds of times greater than washing the tendons and marrow.
Foundation building, as the name suggests, is to lay a good foundation.
Whether the Taoist foundation is solid and strong is related to the length of the monk's path. During the foundation building period, monks must try their best to lay a good foundation and expand it into the "container" of the human body. Only then can they go further in the future, and even reach the realm of immortality.
This also means that most monks determine their future upper limit during the foundation building period.
If you want to become an invincible genius, you must pursue the extreme, break the rules, and create history.
He Qingming stared at Jing Zetian silently. The strong wind blew and messed up the young man's long hair. Under the extreme pain, the young man could not maintain the calm cross-legged posture. He was about to fall over, his face was tense, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.
The young man's overly strong will seemed to mean that he would rather die than surrender even if he was fighting against the sky, his body was bruised and his soul was destroyed.
You are only a teenager, but you already have a Taoist heart that has been tempered over time.
Among the younger generation of disciples, He Qingming has never seen such will.
Many people just witnessed his sword blow from a distance and said that their hearts were broken and they never wanted to see him again.
"..."
He Qingming's eyes darkened, then he sighed, looked at Jing Zetian and said, "Okay, let me help you again."
After all, he was Aotian, so it would be a pity to die like this.
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It was still the familiar pain, his limbs felt like they were torn apart, his internal organs felt like they were smashed, his blood was burning with lava, and the overwhelming spiritual power almost burst his body.
He held on to his last bit of will, not wanting to just walk into the peaceful and numb darkness.
Devouring the evil body is his only support. On weekdays, it is fierce and domineering, trying to devour everything. However, at this moment, under the impact of that violent spiritual power, it actually showed signs of decline.
In order to drive the evil body, he exhausted his own spiritual power, but it was still too weak and completely drained his spiritual power. It was still greedy, calling for more and more spiritual power, otherwise it would not be able to fight against external forces. fear.
In an instant, he suddenly felt hungry and thirsty, and instinctively drew out spiritual energy and spiritual energy, frantically drawing out it. More than that, he wanted more!
The survival instinct greatly stimulated his senses, and he immediately smelled a cold and faint fragrance. He could feel that there was pure spiritual power beside him.
He was like a rain coming after a long drought. He couldn't resist the temptation at all. He just wanted to overwhelm the opponent and devour them all, but he couldn't move or even open his eyes.
At this moment, the other party took the initiative to get closer.
He was held in the other's arms and forced to drink something.
——With the smell of iron, it is clean and sweet, and it is intoxicating.
He couldn't resist the temptation, he just wanted to devour and plunder crazily. After an unknown amount of time, when his consciousness regained clarity and he saw clearly what was happening in front of him, his heart suddenly trembled violently.
