The Yin Ling was subdued by Zhang Tianxi's blood and stopped resisting. Zhang Zichen's brows were soothed. Gradually, Zhang Zichen's expression improved a lot.

In this huge mysterious dragon vein of heaven and earth, the rolling white mist churned everywhere. Every bit of air here is absolutely pure heaven and earth spiritual energy, and it is the best spiritual energy with a grade of dragon vein.

Under such a spiritual condition, Zhang Zichen's breathing went from slow to fast, and later, colorful gases began to rotate around Zhang Zichen.

Seeing Zhang Zichen's condition, Zhang Tianxi nodded with satisfaction: "Well! The Puritanism is good. This child is actually practicing the Zhoutian transport method without realizing it even when he is in a coma and sleeping."

Who said no!

For general movements, as long as one person repeats one thousand times, ten thousand times, hundreds of thousands, or even more, this movement will become a natural reaction to our muscles.

For example, some boxers practice resistance and right hook punches, so they have to repeat these two movements every day and keep practicing. When the number of times reaches a certain level, these two movements will be recorded in the boxer's muscle memory forever.

Then when they are beaten, they see the enemy attacking, and without waiting for the brain nerves to get inflamed, their muscles will naturally raise their hands to resist. When they want to attack, their right hook will naturally attack.

The above situation is exactly the same as Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen started to practice the Zhoutian transport method and Fuxi Bagua Fist since he was a child.

Over time, ten years of practice have been practiced all day long. Now these two sets of martial arts secrets have been thoroughly recorded in Zhang Zichen's mind and deep muscles. So no matter when, where, or in which state, this breathing technique will be awakened in the deepest part of the muscles, allowing Zhang Zichen to practice naturally.

Zhang Zichen was lying on the ground, and his brain nerves and muscle memories began to help him practice the Zhoutian transport method, and thick colorful gas rotated around him.

If Zhang Zichen was still conscious, he would find that the true qi flow in his dantian was constantly increasing and expanding. This is the most obvious effect of coming to the dragon vein.

As time passed, Zhang Zichen's heart gradually improved after receiving a few drops of blood from Zhang Tianxi.

About two hours passed, Zhang Zichen's eyelids moved twice, and finally opened his eyes. With his tired body, Zhang Zichen sat up.

First of all, what caught my eye was a dog and an old white-haired man.

This old man Zhang Zichen is not familiar with him, nor has he seen him, but this big black dog Zhang Zichen is very familiar with him. Zhang Zichen said happily: "Xiao Hei? Why are you here?"

After asking this question, Zhang Zichen glanced around and found that he was on a high mountain peak, surrounded by white mountains, endless, leading to the distance, with no end.

Zhang Zichen knew since he was a child that the big black dog could speak, so he asked, "Xiao Hei, where is this?"

Xiao Hei didn't say anything, but lay quietly on the ground. Instead, the old man who meditated with his eyes closed opened his eyes at this time. He smiled and said, "This is the space of the mysterious dragon vein in the world."

"Where is the mysterious dragon vein in heaven and earth?" Zhang Zichen was completely confused. After he rushed to save He Huimin, he fell into a coma. Now that he woke up, he didn't know where he was.

"Well..." The old man thought for a while and explained it in the simplest way, "Do you remember the watercolor painting in the lobby in the Dragon and Tiger Temple? Now you are in this watercolor painting."

"Ah!? No!?" Zhang Zichen was so shocked that his eyes were about to fall out, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was exactly the case. Since childhood, Zhang Zichen found that Xiao Hei ran out of the wall painting. Over time, Zhang Zichen accepted Xiao Hei's affairs.

Looking at the old man with a smile on his face, Zhang Zichen said in surprise: "I saw Xiao Hei coming in before, but I didn't expect that the first time I entered this wall painting, I would feel this wonderful feeling."

"What does it feel?" the old man smiled mysteriously.

"It's a very comfortable feeling. When I came here, my breathing accelerated and it was very calm. The air here was very good and pure." Zhang Zichen said everything in his heart, but he found that he still didn't know the old man, "By the way, grandpa, who are you? Why are you here too?"

"Am I! I am Zhang Shouqing's master." The old man replied.

"Zhang Shouqing's master?" Zhang Zichen was stunned for a moment, "Zhang Shouqing's master, that's my master? Are you the master Zhang Tianxi?"

Previously, Zhang Zichen had heard that Zhang Shouqing mentioned this master.

Zhang Tianxi laughed: "That's right, I am Zhang Tianxi, your master."

After getting the correct answer, Zhang Zichen quickly knelt in front of Zhang Tianxi, and after kneeling three or nine bows, he said: "The ancestor is here, please accept the disciple's bow."

With such a polite disciple, Zhang Tianxi was so happy that he couldn't stop talking: "Okay, okay, stand up, don't kneel all the time."

Zhang Zichen was ordered to stand up, but suddenly, Zhang Zichen felt a pain in his heart. He reached out and touched him, and actually touched more than a dozen silver needles.

Zhang Zichen looked down and saw a black mark on his chest, and more than a dozen silver needles were round, piercing into Zhang Zichen's chest and abdomen, surrounding his heart in the center.

"What is this?" Zhang Zichen couldn't help asking.

"This is... you were seriously injured and possessed by the Yin spirit and rushed into your heart vein. These silver needles are like a seal, sealing the Yin spirit in your heart vein and cannot wander." Zhang Tianxi explained to his disciples patiently.

"So that's how it is!" It was not until this time that Zhang Zichen remembered everything. At that time, in the palace of the ancient Dian Kingdom, the ghosts of Dianchi Lake were trapped by Yuan Xuanqi, and a small part of the ghosts flew out to hurt He Huimin, while he sacrificed his life to save He Huimin.

"Well, how about it, does it still hurt?" Zhang Tianxi asked kindly.

"It hurts." Zhang Zichen's face was a little pale.

"It hurts to mean that the Yin Spirit is still making trouble. The blood I have used just now temporarily suppressed this Yin Spirit, but if you want to completely drive it out, you must rely on yourself." Zhang Zichen did not expect that he was stepping into Zhang Tianxi's trap step by step. However, Zhang Tianxi's trap is a great thing. He mainly wanted to guide Zhang Zichen to practice by himself.

"Depending on myself, what should I do?" Zhang Zichen had guessed that the matter must have been rushed into his heart by the Yin Spirit, so Yuan Xuanqi and Zhang Shouqing sent him to the ancestor Zhang Tianxi in order to drive away the Yin Spirit.

"You must become strong." Zhang Tianxi narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard. "You must practice Taoism until your skills are stronger than this Yin spirit, so you can swallow it, otherwise it will devour your consciousness and control your body."

In this life, Zhang Zichen would use Zhou Tian to carry two secrets of cultivation, namely the Dharma and Fuxi Bagua Fist. However, he knew that if he entered the wall painting, it meant that the ancestor would teach him magic power.
Chapter completed!