While practicing in a crazy state, another two months passed.
Chen Tian was wearing a white gown, standing in the woods with his eyes closed, the sword in his hand shining with cold light, and a chilling air spread in the air.
"廻廻" There were nine whirlpools churning under the hilt of the long sword. Under the control of mental power, it did not cause any movement.
In three months, Chen Tian has successfully broken through the sixth meridian point and advanced to the six-star level. Moreover, his mental power has also reached the mid-level of the first level, and he has been able to successfully operate the ten great perfections of Shuntian Jue.
However, after being soaked in the spiritual liquid for a long time, it no longer has much effect on the physical body. But now, with just the physical body, Chen Tian can fight against the five-star spiritual warriors.
The whole body is filled with a surging sense of strength, especially the right hand holding the sword. Upon closer inspection, it is actually much larger than the left hand. Especially the muscles of the arm, their toughness has reached extremely terrifying levels.
Of course, this is just inner training. As for spiritual skills, with the improvement of his own strength, Chen Tian has now refined the 'Ming Dynasty' to the eighth level. Now he wants to try it to see if he can practice the third level.
Nine levels, as long as you reach the ninth level, it will be Dzogchen, and then you will be able to learn the second form of the inexplicable sword technique.
Spiritual power continuously burst out from his mind, and then divided into nine channels, flowing into the nine vortexes, and began to compress the nine spiritual powers crazily.
Chen Tian sensed the movement around him with a solemn expression. Each level became more difficult to practice. Chen Tian had been stuck on the eighth level for half a month. He finally had a little clue today, but he must succeed!
"Huh" the ruthless wind gradually picked up, making the branches and leaves on the trees rustle.
"It still failed." Chen Tian spat softly, then shook his right hand slightly, and all the spiritual energy gathered under the sword hilt was dispersed.
"What's going on?"
Chen Tian had already worked very hard to compress his spiritual power with mental power, and it was very easy, but why did he still attract Qingfeng? He was surprised in his heart, and then fell into deep thought.
The first eight levels rely on mental power to compress, and it is not strenuous, but easy. The same is true for the ninth level, but why can't it succeed? Could it be that my teacher taught me wrong?
With this thought, Chen Tian opened his eyes. "Teacher, come out quickly. I have a question to ask you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming emerged from his mind, floated in mid-air, and laughed. After seeing the puzzled look on Chen Tian's face, he smiled and said, "What? Did you find something wrong?"
Hearing this, Chen Tian knew that there must be something fishy in it, and he said with evil intentions: "Teacher, this is not the case. I have wasted all my hard work in the past half month. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"
"Isn't this just for your own good? Why are you blaming me for something wrong? You have to be steady and steady in your cultivation to go far in the long run.
According to the speed of your cultivation, I believe you will be able to perfect your spiritual skills very quickly, but your control over your spiritual skills is so bad that even high-grade spiritual skills will be useless in your hands." Wuming left.
He curled his lips and said.
"Haha" After hearing Wuming's words, Chen Tiangan laughed twice. This is indeed what Wuming said. During this period, he has been practicing on the ninth level. Although he was unsuccessful, his understanding and control of spiritual skills have improved.
When you reach the point of perfection, especially your mental power, you can control it freely.
After laughing, Chen Tian raised his head and asked, "Teacher, can you tell me the correct way to practice now?"
"Yes." Wuming nodded. He also saw Chen Tian's practice during this period. Now his control and understanding of spiritual skills have reached the standard. "The last level of Mingdong is Jiujiuyiyi.
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"That's it." Jing Wuming said, and it suddenly dawned on Chen Tian that the nine spiritual powers gathered into one, and the power would be doubled. It's no wonder that when this skill is perfected, its power is comparable to a third-grade low-level spiritual skill.
Now that he had obtained the correct method of cultivation, Chen Tian did not waste time and quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his meridians, divided it into nine channels, and injected it under the hilt of the sword.
"Whoosh!" A vortex formed. At the same time, Chen Tian mobilized his mental power to move the nine vortexes closer to the largest one in the middle.
In the end, the nine whirlpools merged into one, and the spiritual power contained within them reached a terrifying level.
"It's done" the whirlpool gradually stopped, and at the same time, a small black bead hung under the hilt of the sword. Seeing this scene, Chen Tian was secretly happy.
"Hurry, the fame is instant." Chen Tian jumped up high, spinning his strong body six times in the air, and then with a loud shout, the long sword thrust forward suddenly, as fast as lightning.
At the same time, the black beads hanging under the hilt burst out. When it was out of Chen Tian's control, it quickly transformed into a long sword with cold light. The sword was five feet long and one foot wide, and emitted a command.
A chilling breath.
"Buzz" the long sword trembled slightly, and then suddenly exploded with a momentum that shook the mountains. The surrounding air was shaken, as if it was torn apart by the momentum of the long sword.
Wherever the long sword touched, the dead leaves on the ground were blown away by the strong wind, forming a leafless path.
"Boom" The long sword transformed by spiritual power hit a round boulder covered with moss. After a loud noise was heard, the boulder exploded instantly.
"Gulu" is indeed comparable to an inferior third-grade spiritual skill! This power is not comparable to that of a second-grade spiritual skill. With this power, even an eight-star spiritualist may not be able to handle it.
After being surprised, Chen Tian turned to look at Wuming, inserted the sword into the soil, rubbed his palms, and said with a smile: "Teacher, look, I have perfected this move, do you want to teach me a few more moves?"
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Seeing Chen Tian making such an appearance, Wuming rolled his eyes, then shook his head and cursed with a smile: "I don't know if I am making a profit or losing by having a disciple like you. That's all, I will teach you the second style now."
This time, Chen Tian closed his eyes consciously, and then an old voice sounded in his mind:
"The inexplicable sword technique, the second form--the nameless sword and fire!"
"Grade: A third-grade high-grade spiritual skill. When refined to perfection, its power is comparable to a fourth-grade low-grade spiritual skill."
When the voice fell, Chen Tian couldn't say a word, and his expression was like dementia. "Third-grade high-grade?" It took him a long time to react. Although he had been mentally prepared, Chen Tian was still shocked when he actually found out.
The power of these third-grade superior spiritual skills is much stronger than that of the second-grade!
However, Chen Tian did not practice immediately. Now he is only at the six-star level, and he cannot even exert the full power of the first move. Now he still hastily improves his cultivation. If you think about it carefully, there is only one month left before the adult ceremony.
Already.
"Hey, coming of age ceremony, you must be impatient too, right?" The young man's cold laughter sounded in the woods.
