Yuan Ming closed his eyes and looked inside at the Nascent Soul in his Dantian.
The purple color on Nascent Soul was much thicker than a month ago. Although he didn't feel any discomfort yet, he had a very clear intuition that the time for the onset of the poison was getting closer and closer.
"Huazhi, how is the situation over there?" Yuan Ming called Huazhi.
"Master, this purple poison is too special. I have never seen it before. After studying it for so long, I still can't figure out the details." Huazhi shook his head, his face full of fatigue.
"It's okay. You've worked hard during this period. Leave the rest to me." Yuan Ming was not surprised and said with relief.
"Although I don't understand the purple poison, I have found a way to delay the onset of this poison." Huazhi said with a smile.
"Oh, what can I do?" Yuan Ming asked immediately.
"Although this poison is weird, it still belongs to the category of highly toxic. I am born with the magical ability to absorb poison, and my natal energy also has a strong anti-toxic effect. My method is like this..." Huazhi said a way to use her natal energy.
The vitality placed a seal in Yuan Ming's Nascent Soul, thus delaying the onset of the poison.
"Inappropriate." Yuan Ming was silent for a moment and rejected the proposal.
"Why?" Huazhi frowned.
"Although this method is possible, it will consume a lot of your vitality and may even cause you to fall out of the Void Return Stage. Don't mention this matter again." Yuan Ming flatly refused.
"But..." Huazhi said anxiously.
"Don't worry, there is still some time, I know it in my heart." Yuan Ming waved his hand, interrupted Huazhi's next words, and ended the sound transmission.
Yuan Ming calmed down his mind, activated his magic power to inject into the White Jade Lotus Platform, and continued to use the Fire of Bright Soul to improve the Zhu Rong Heart Technique.
In the past, when he used the Fire of the Bright Soul to exercise, he controlled a flame. Now that there was not much time left, he did not stop and simply called the main soul suspended on the White Jade Lotus Platform.
As a stream of soul power flowed out of his own soul and merged into his magic power, he began to control five groups of bright soul fires at once.
The main soul is in direct contact with the fire of the bright soul. Although it can exert the effect of the Zhurong Heart Technique, the soul still stings abnormally, almost feeling like it is falling apart.
Yuan Ming gritted his teeth and held back, continuing to control the Bright Soul Fire and constantly making various changes.
Faintly, he felt that he was close to breaking through the third level of Zhu Rong's Heart Technique. He had made considerable progress, and his progress was much faster than before.
Half a day passed quickly.
His main soul weakened rapidly under the scorching fire of the Bright Soul, and had been weakened by nearly 30%.
His understanding of the Zhu Rong Heart Technique continued to deepen, but he was still a little short of the third level. If he could not overcome it, he could not break through.
Yuan Ming frowned, gritted his teeth, and controlled two more balls of bright soul fire. The tingling sensation of the soul became more intense, giving him the illusion that his head was going to explode.
Another half a day has passed, and Yuan Mingzhu's soul power is only less than half. Zhu Rongxin Jue still has not been able to break through, and is still missing a step.
"It seems that time is still too tight, and I haven't been able to really calm down and practice hard... I don't have time, let's give it a try!" Yuan Ming shook his head first, and then his face showed determination.
He took a deep breath and completely integrated his main soul into his magic power to control the seven bright soul fires, approaching his own limit to improve his understanding of the Zhurong Heart Art as much as possible.
"Good boy, you have the guts!" Somewhere in the Tiantian Cauldron, Qi Lingkong showed a smile, and pointed out the secret formula in the void ahead.
In Yuan Ming's consciousness, a sea of fire suddenly appeared, reaching the sky and descending to the Nine Netherworld, burning blazingly.
The flames all over the sky are either bursting or flickering, constantly undergoing various changes, explaining the mysteries of fire.
This scene of flames came and went quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, Yuan Ming's eyes widened, and his whole body seemed to have been immobilized. He was so stiff that he didn't even notice that his main soul was being burned by the fire of the bright soul.
He recalled the scene just now over and over again in his consciousness, and his understanding of the Zhu Rong Heart Art increased at an incredible speed.
"Haha, I understand! The third level of the Zhu Rong Xin Jue is about change. Tao generates one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. The Tao and Dharma are complete!" Yuan Ming looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh. He understood the Zhu Rong Xin Jue in an instant.
Breakthrough to the third level.
He pointed out the secrets, and the seven groups of bright soul fires changed rapidly, sometimes turning into human form, sometimes turning into animal form, flying in all directions, ten times more agile than before.
With the completion of the third level of Zhu Rong's Heart Technique, his control of the Bright Soul Fire has become even more ingenious. Things that could only be accomplished with ten soul powers in the past can now be accomplished with just one point, and the impact on the soul is greatly reduced.
At this time, Yuan Ming's face was pale, and he looked like his soul was greatly damaged, but his expression was surprisingly relaxed. After letting out a long breath, he did not continue and began to withdraw his soul power.
As long as his soul is not damaged at all, he will be able to recover quickly by absorbing the power of the moonlight. Now he is hurrying and slowly, and finally breaks through the Zhurong Heart Technique to the third level within the specified time. In the future, he wants to study weapon refining and
The art of alchemy also has a more solid foundation.
But what happened to the scene of flames soaring into the sky just now? It seems that it was not realized by oneself, but someone helped.
"Senior Kong, was it you who took action just now?" Yuan Ming asked, but there was no response.
Seeing this, he didn't ask any further questions. He put away the Heaven Stealing Cauldron and the Silver Token, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
The roots of the immortal tree in his Dantian took root into the void, absorbing the power of the moonlight scattered in the void to restore the wounds suffered on his soul.
The next morning.
A figure appeared in front of Yuan Ming's cell, and it turned out to be Mao Yi himself.
"The time is up, how is your practice of Yuan Daoyou's Zhu Rong Heart Jue?" Mao Yi looked at Yuan Ming coldly and asked slowly.
Yuan Ming didn't talk nonsense. He raised his hands from both sides of his body and began to mutter something.
The next moment, I saw flames emerging from the surface of his body, flying up and down around him, like a living creature, sometimes gathering into birds, spreading their wings and soaring, sometimes turning into schools of fish, often swimming in all directions.
"Have you ever learned the Zhu Rong Heart Technique before?" Mao Yi's pupils flashed with light for a few times, and his face became a little surprised and uncertain.
"No, but I have studied the art of weapon refining with great concentration, and I have some basic skills in controlling fire." Yuan Ming replied half-truthfully.
Now it was Mao Yi's turn to be completely shocked.
Being proficient in the Zhu Rong Heart Technique, he could naturally see that Yuan Ming had truly mastered this technique and had reached the third level.
But if the other party has never come into contact with the Zhurong Heart Jue a month ago, it is simply incredible that he can cultivate it to the third level within a month.
Even if it were him who practiced and understood the Zhurong Heart Technique all over again, he still wouldn't be able to reach the third level in such a short period of time.
"How on earth did this kid do it?"
Although Mao Yi had thoughts rolling in his heart, he hid his emotions well on the surface and did not directly show surprise. He only showed an expression of appreciation after a moment of silence.
"Well, you are worthy of fellow Taoist Yuan. You are truly talented and live up to my trust. This bottle of elixir can suppress the purple poison, please take it." Mao Yi couldn't help but praise a few words, and then threw out a porcelain bottle,
Fall into the cell.
"Suppress? I thought the senior's statement that you can survive by practicing the technique in one month helped me get rid of this poison." Yuan Ming took the porcelain bottle and said in an angry tone.
"Oh, don't worry. Since I promised, I will never break my promise. But now I still need you to help me complete a big thing. When it is completed, I will help you completely detoxify and give you some unexpected things.
Good thing." Mao Yi smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Yuan Ming couldn't help but squeeze the porcelain bottle tightly. He seemed to be angry in his heart, but then he poured out a green elixir from the bottle without saying anything.
After examining it carefully, he took it.
The green elixir melts as soon as it enters the abdomen, turning into a stream of green energy that enters the Dantian and blends into the Nascent Soul.
The purple color in the Nascent Soul faded quickly, but did not disappear. It all gathered on the abdomen of the Nascent Soul villain and turned into a purple-black round spot.
Yuan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing.
"Come with me." Mao Yi raised his hand and swept the cell door open automatically.
Yuan Ming followed him out of the prison in confusion, and not long after, he came to a spacious room again.
In the room, Huangfu Jue and three other monks who returned to the void were waiting here, and Fairy Yunluo was also among them.
As for the other two returning monks, they were a bald old man and a white-faced scholar. Yuan Ming did not recognize them.
"Mao Yi, I have complied with your request, and a whole month has passed. What exactly do you want to do?" When he saw Mao Yi and Yuan Ming coming over, Huangfu Jue glanced at Yuan Ming and asked in a deep voice.
"Haha, don't worry, little friend Huangfu, everything will be revealed soon. Before that, I have one last request. This matter is also very simple. There is a set of fire-attribute magic arrays that must be controlled by the Zhurong Heart Technique. You all
If you meet the conditions, you just need to practice the formation skillfully, and then do one thing for me with this formation, and I will cure the purple poison and let you go free." Mao Yi laughed.
"What are you going to do with that big formation? Could it be that you want us to use the formation to fight against Dongji Palace? In that case, even if we are free, we will still have to face the endless pursuit of Dongji Palace, and in the end we are not going to kill you.
Pirate ship." The bald old man questioned.
"Don't worry, everyone, what I ask you to do is definitely not something that is difficult for anyone to do, nor will it affect your future cultivation. Moreover, after the task is completed, I will return all the stored magic instruments and magic weapons to you, and I will never break my promise." Mao Yi.
Not angry, he continued.
Everyone looked at each other. Although they were still a little worried and suspicious, given their current situation, there was really no room for resistance. A few words of rebuttal was enough.
It's just that... even if they really gain freedom, they will still have to live in the East Ji Sea, and they have to consider the Dongji Palace's attitude towards this matter.
Therefore, everyone looked at Huangfu Jue and speculated on his attitude.
"Senior Mao, as a Dharma Prime Minister, must not be a person who goes back on his words. I hope you will keep your word." Huangfu Jue was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"Haha, you juniors are not worthy of letting me break my promise, but I will not show mercy to those worthless people." Mao Yi looked at everyone with a sneer.
When everyone was stared at by Mao Yi, they felt cold all over, as if they had been pierced by swords and guns. They subconsciously looked away and did not dare to look at him. Only Yuan Ming did not take it seriously.
"Since senior has said so, we naturally believe it, but I don't know what formation the senior wants us to practice?" Yuan Ming looked at Mao Yi and asked.