The invisible and qualityless spiritual power was shrunk in the mud ball. The palace door was closed tightly, and Chen Yu pulled a ray out.
Compared with Qi, the mental power controlled by the summoning technique is undoubtedly more suitable for testing.
It just couldn't be in the brain, he was worried about something going wrong.
I closed my eyes, and after a long time, a wisp of silver ash overflowed. I came to the outside world, and the next moment a strong wind blew, chilling me to my bones, and an indescribable sting came from my spirit.
There seemed to be a hissing sound, and Chen Yu frowned. From his perspective, this spiritual power began to dissipate, and the speed was not slow. It was about to completely disappear with the wind before his eyes.
Everything is expected. For mental power, the outside world and the inside are completely different worlds.
Once the spiritual power that lingers and trains endlessly in the body comes outside, it will be like being blown by the strong wind above the nine heavens, and the weak candle flame will be extinguished.
If you stand outside, you won't be able to hold on for long before you collapse.
But he did not stop, and continued to draw out the spirit from the mud pill, inject it into it, and maintain it with difficulty.
Half a foot above the shoulder, the invisible silver mass swelled, and the outer layer of spiritual power quickly disappeared, rising and falling, steaming, and looking like mist.
After observing for a long time, Chen Yu finally sighed. The 'tempering' from the outside world failed to make his mental power stronger. Although the staying time was increasing each time, it was because of his continuous injection. The spirit itself was still fragile.
Blow and it will spread.
In this case, it becomes a waste of energy.
It's just useless work.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and calmed down. Putting aside all kinds of distracting thoughts, his mood calmed down quickly and he recovered in a short time.
Since the effectiveness of the Lanting Divine Fruit was greatly reduced, there was no way to temper the spirit, and he expected that the attempt would fail now.
"continue."
I just gave it a try by the way, it doesn’t matter if I gain something or not.
Furthermore, it at least proves that mental strength cannot get stronger with more setbacks.
Immediately, the silver ball on his shoulders was stirred, and waves of more majestic spirit surged out of it.
Several strands gathered together and slowly began to swirl.
At a certain moment, the silver group expanded to the limit, trembling as if it was about to boil. Chen Yu's expression suddenly changed, and in an instant, he moved quickly and stepped aside.
[boom!]
Behind him, a silent explosion suddenly exploded, and silver air waves set off in the open space. A mottled halo of shining afterglow rose into the sky, and smoke and fog gathered.
"..."
After a while, Chen Yu turned back to his original position, feeling his surroundings and confirming that all the energy had dispersed.
Thinking back to the scene just now, even he couldn't help but be speechless. If this thing were thrown at an ordinary warrior, it would probably make him turn his eyes white and foam at the mouth.
The mental power squeezed to the limit explodes instantly, and the power is indeed not small. However, if it is not used as a means, the condensation process is too time-consuming, and you have to concentrate, otherwise you may blow yourself up before throwing it out.
After squatting down, Chen Yu condensed again, but it still exploded. Fortunately, he didn't use much mental power, and he dodged quickly and didn't fall on him.
…
In the evening, I dragged my tired spirit back to the temple.
He took a wooden basin and poured all the fish and crabs in the basket into it. The water splashed, and the dew came after a long drought, and he greedily swallowed the water.
After returning from Luoxiayan, Chen Yu's head felt dizzy and there was light blood stains on his clothes.
He lowered his head and glanced, pulled up his shirt, and could clearly see a few blood stains. He shook his head and went to the back room to change into something clean.
While on the top of the mountain, he not only tried condensing his mental power into spirals outside his body to achieve a compression effect, but also tried some other ideas.
The first is mental strength, which is indeed much easier inside the body than outside the body.
My mind sank, and I saw in the mist, somewhere outside the Niwan Palace, a small whirlpool pulling at the spiritual power floating around and slowly turning.
Don't dare to go too fast, otherwise it will not be stable and it will explode.
The surrounding spiritual power is gathered into it, and is expelled through continuous squeezing. Slender lines stretch up and down, and finally it is pulled into the vortex again as it quietly disperses.
Repeatedly, nurtured and strengthened.
For now, this spiritual vortex cannot be regarded as a success, because the effect is very small. He has rotated it more than 260 times, but it cannot match the effect of a Orchid Court Divine Fruit.
But after all, today's mental power is much stronger than before. The Lanting Divine Fruit is no longer effective, and the method that is currently explored is not a solution. Although it is as slow as a tortoise, it is more durable and does not require external objects as a source of consumption. Barely.
The goal has been achieved.
As for the price...
Chen Yu glanced at the empty Niwan Palace, his eyebrows stinging. Dozens of experiments not only exhausted his mental energy, but also shocked his consciousness. Especially once in the middle of the run, he ran half a step slower and was almost killed by his own
His mental strength collapsed.
Now, the vortex is floating quietly, refining the little mental power that is only floating sporadically on the outside. This is why he did not stuff one directly into the Niwan Palace.
Because there is nothing to turn, it can't turn at all.
"good."
This attempt allowed him to find a sustainable way to refine his mental power. Finally, his energy was not in vain.
As for the blood stains on the body, this is another idea.
…
"Eat some peach blossoms to replenish your blood."
Chen Yu stood under the peach tree, raised his hand and picked a few pink petals and put them into his mouth.
hiss--
The familiar bitter taste overflowed, heat flowed, and he could feel that the holes in his body that had been blasted by [Qi Xuan] were healing.
Although it is said to be a hole, it is actually just a wound left by the ablation of some proliferated and bloody flesh, which is attached to the lower abdomen and is being filled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hey, that membrane is still there."
The thin flesh film adheres to the flesh and blood and has no other effect. I thought it would disappear with the completion and recovery, but I didn't want it to still exist.
It's a pity that the condensation of Qi Xuan failed.
After the spiritual vortex was successful, he set his sights on Qi, but the result was not ideal. Although the Qi Xuan that suddenly cracked was not as violent as the mental power, it still spattered on the flesh and blood, and a lot of it penetrated into the acupoints, causing
misfortune.
Fortunately, I had experience before and had a plan in place, so I responded in a timely manner. Apart from some internal injuries and blood leaking from the skin, no major mistakes were made.
After dinner, Chen Yu sat on a chair in the courtyard.
The fish and crabs were placed in the water tank at the door, some of which had no air intake. They were mixed together to stew a pot of fresh soup, and he had just cleared away the dishes.
The taste of pure wild crucian carp is not bad, especially the milky white soup. Even without too many spices, it is still a delicious delicacy.
While reminiscing, he flipped through the book, scanning the scroll with his eyes, condensing the aperture, gathering the vortex, forming the veins... He tried all of them, but except for the mental power to barely create a small whirlpool, everything else failed.
He thought about the rumors that the Taoist scriptures of Taoist sages contained the principles of heaven and contained many myths. Would it be miraculous if they were burned?
After concentrating on calming my mind, I came to the Niwan again.
After a few hours, with the spiritual liquid as a base, his mental strength was restored to 20%. He drew his energy to write and describe the scrolls in his mind.
[The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be famous, but it is not famous...]
First, there is the famous Laozi's Five Thousand Words. This famous scripture in his previous life was written silently by him and engraved in the spiritual realm.
The mental power emits a silver-gray light and remains restrained.
But he stopped soon, because he didn't remember everything, including the most familiar first chapter, and finally only wrote a third of it in bits and pieces.
[…The God of Grain is immortal and is called the mysterious female…]
The first line is already shaky, but there is no magical inspiration, nor a sudden burst of infinite light, or the Taoist reveal his true form.
It flickered in front of his eyes for a moment, and finally the characters became blurred, dispersed silently, and rippled in the Niwan Palace.
"Try the Taoism of this world again."
In the end, he chose an ancient scripture from a thousand years ago, which was regarded as the most holy by Taoists. The person who wrote it was unknown, and over time it was hung on the head of a certain Taoist saint.
But... it's still useless.
Chen Yu successively tried the art of engraving Qi and breathing in and out, and the scriptures on health preservation. But it still didn't work. He used his energy again, no longer writing, but painting.
Vipassana pictures, five-animal pictures, visualization pictures, gods and demons pictures…
Even in the end, even the meridians diagram for martial arts training was included and it failed to show any strangeness.
That’s all!
Chen Yu, who once again exhausted all his energy, stood up and stopped today's exploration.
It was getting late and the evening breeze was cool, so I had to go to bed after practicing the evening exercises again. Looking at it like this, it is probably not possible to inscribe pictures and texts. At least the Taoist books in the two worlds do not have this extraordinary ability.