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The elixir enters the body.!

The five spirit-nourishing pills turned into a warm current and flowed into the meridians throughout the body.

In the Juling Well of Lin Yi's Dantian Juling Platform, as the Great Dao Foundation Building Chapter was running, wisps of spiritual energy overflowed, slowly warming the flesh and bones of Lin Yi's body.

Wherever the spiritual energy passed, Lin Yi's bones and muscles all made a crisp sound. Every sound made his bones and meridians become more solid.

Lin Yi closed his eyes and crossed his legs. The air around his body, within five meters, gradually converged into wind blades visible to the naked eye in a gentle manner. Those wind blades swirled around Lin Yi's body, constantly circling and condensing.

The wind became stronger and stronger, making a roaring sound.

At the end, the wind blade turned into a sword, and Lin Yi was surrounded by the real sword energy.

This sword energy seemed to follow some kind of rules, protecting Lin Yi's body, condensing and never dissipating.

In a room at Zuo's house in Jiangcheng.

Zuo He and Zuo Shan stood aside, looking respectfully at the man wearing a white shirt and a beard in front of them.

The man is quite old, but his figure is as tall and straight as a sword, but at a glance, one can feel the infinite edge.

"Master Mo Yang, there are still four days until the time you agreed with Master Haizhou Lin."

Zuo He respectfully winked at Zuo Shan beside him. Seeing this, Zuo Shan walked forward quickly, holding a wooden box in his hand: "Master Mo Yang, this is what we have been doing these days.

It is easy to collect a 200-year-old ginseng root. It is said to have the power to increase Qi and blood, so please accept it!"

He opened the wooden box and found a waxy ginseng the size of half a palm lying quietly. At first glance, the shape of the ginseng looked like a baby with its eyes closed.

Mo Yang glanced over it lightly, took the ginseng in his hand, and looked at it for a few times.

Before he could say anything, the ginseng in his hand turned into a cloud of dust in Zuo He and Zuo Shanyan, and scattered in the room.

"this……"

Zuo He and Zuo Shan looked surprised.

"This level of ginseng is of no use to me. I have entered the Zhixuan from Vajra, and have been enlightened in martial arts under the Tianchi in Changbai Mountain for decades, and finally figured out a truth."

Mo Yang glanced at them, turned around, and walked slowly into the courtyard behind him.

At this moment, it is snowing heavily outside the house, and the world is lonely.

Outside the Zuo family, although there are countless masters gathered together, there is also the eager and vengeful Tu Hubao, who is entrenched in front of the door, waiting for a battle with Mo Yang, which can be said to make the Zuo family flourish.

Since Mo Yang entered the Zuo family, he has lived in seclusion and has almost no communication with the outside world. All he is waiting for is a battle with Master Haizhou Lin.

Killing Master Haizhou Lin and avenging Huang Longji are Mo Yang's only thoughts now.

"Master, what truth have you realized?"

Zuo Shan saw Master Mo Yang standing in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, with snowflakes falling from his side, bit by bit, showing a bit of heroic spirit, so he couldn't help but ask.

"The so-called martial arts is nothing more than strengthening oneself with fists and kicks, such as external strength, internal strength, and even the realm of vajra. Relying on various medicinal materials to temper oneself, and supplemented by profound martial arts, it is enough to achieve some success."

Mo Yang spoke calmly: "I was once like countless martial arts disciples. I was young and vigorous, seeking battles with masters from all walks of life to prove myself and my martial arts."

"I formally practiced martial arts when I was fifteen years old. I gained external strength at the age of sixteen, reached the peak of my inner strength at the age of eighteen, entered the Vajra realm at the age of twenty, and reached the peak of the first-grade Vajra at the age of forty."

"So far in my life, I have defeated one hundred and sixty warriors of external strength, sixty-four masters of internal strength, and only five in the realm of vajra."

"Those five were known as the strongest Vajras at that time. I defeated them one by one and attracted thousands of people to worship them. However, my realm has always been at the level of a first-grade Vajra. I have stagnated and it is difficult to make any further progress."

"I have also sought countless panaceas and tried to break the threshold of Vajra, but in the end I still failed."

"After decades of practicing martial arts, from the moment I left Tianchi, I am still at the peak of the first-grade Vajra."

Speaking of this, Mo Yang paused slightly.

His eyes were calm and unruffled, looking at the falling snowflakes from the sky.

"Master Mo Yang, do you mean that you haven't broken the threshold of Vajra yet?"

Zuo He's heart skipped a beat and he asked cautiously.

When Mo Yang came out of seclusion, everyone thought he had entered Zhixuan, another realm that was so touching.

Now that Zuo He heard Mo Yang's words, he suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

"Before today, this was indeed the case." Mo Yang nodded: "This is also part of the reason why the battle with Master Haizhou Lin will be on February 14th."

Speaking of this, Mo Yang paused for a moment, then slowly spoke: "But today, I finally understand the meaning of Zhixuan."

"Although Zhixuan is still related to strengthening the muscles and bones, the relationship is far less important."

"Anyone who can reach the peak of the first-grade Vajra has already reached the limit of what they can achieve. Unless they are assisted by heavenly materials and earthly treasures and mysterious elixirs, the limit will be there."

"And Zhixuan..."

Mo Yang took a step forward and gently turned his right hand.

What he looked at was the tip of his right index finger.

Zuo He and Zuo Shan were a little confused, but they saw Mo Yang stretch out his fingers and move towards the snowflakes fluttering in the air.

"The so-called Zhixuan refers to borrowing internal energy from external energy. All things are powerful, and if they are powerful, they have substance. Using energy to change energy, and using the power of all things in the world for one's own use, can it be considered Zhixuan."

"The mystery of one finger is probably like this."

Mo Yang finished speaking.

The snowflakes touched by his fingertips suddenly stopped in mid-air. Immediately afterwards, in front of Mo Yang, countless snowflakes flew up. Those snowflakes were entangled with each other and relied on each other, forming a white line in mid-air.

Straight snow bridge!

The snow bridge extended outwards from the courtyard. In mid-air, more snowflakes continued to condense, as if there was some force moving it.

Mo Yang raised his head and looked at the bridge covered with snowflakes in front of him. He stepped on the bridge head.

"This...this is..."

Zuo He and Zuo Shan stared at the incredible scene in front of them, their throats dry and hoarse, and they were speechless for a long time.

The white snow bridge that leads to the sky rises from the ground and runs between the sky and the earth.

Mo Yang walked on the bridge, and with every step he took, a new snow bridge stretched out in front of him, as if it stretched endlessly.

"Look! What is that!"

"There's someone! There's someone on the bridge!"

"Master Mo Yang, it's Master Mo Yang!"

Outside the Zuo family, there were countless people. They raised their heads and looked towards the sky. As far as their eyes could see, they saw Mo Yang walking slowly with his hands behind his back, as if he was looking at a god.

The world is quiet and quiet, but there is noisy traffic.

"Mo Yang!"

Not far away, an old man wearing black cotton wool and a rather feminine appearance looked at the snow bridge in the sky with a look on his face.

On this day, Master Mo Yang left the Zuo family in Jiangcheng.
Chapter completed!