() Han Ping built a temporary cave on a dilapidated island and arranged a few simple formations. The most complete e-book download 80txt reminded outsiders, proving that this place is already owned. After all, there is no real cultivation
Having learned the authentic formations, the formations deployed are not very clever, so except for the prompting formations, the entire island is almost undefended.
Of course, there is no need to put up any defenses.
The entire Golden Tortoise Island is within the sphere of influence of Jie Jiao, and no one dares to be arrogant here, otherwise it will directly ruin the saint's face. No one can afford this kind of cause and effect. Therefore, Han Ping is very relieved and directly meditates behind closed doors.
own magical powers.
Most of the strange monks in the ancient world used their own natal magical powers and magic weapons.
Han Ping understood his natal innate magical power. He chanted softly in his mouth, and almost instantly, he was still in human form and transformed into a green bamboo.
The bamboo is not very tall, but its root system is extremely developed. It is firmly rooted in the exposed rocks of the island, piercing the rock barriers and going deep into the ground. This may also be an alternative kind of innate magical power. The root system is extremely developed and can find holes even under the bare rocks.
It can also send roots deep into the ground.
His body is a bamboo with a well-developed root system. It quickly penetrated the underground rock layer, as if it had entered a strange environment, and the roots pierced some obscure boundary.
In an instant, a sea-like wave of spiritual energy suddenly poured into the bamboo from the root system. For a moment, a crackling sound resounded from each joint of the bamboo. Suddenly, a series of sonic booms resounded throughout the cave, and Han Ping, who was in the town, was in a trance.
The essence of heaven and earth was surging, and the spiritual energy that had been accumulated for countless years seemed to find an outlet and surged along the root system of the bamboo. The bamboo body that was originally only five joints actually had a tendency to grow towards six joints.
On the other side, Han Ping's soul resides in the bamboo body. He feels endless spiritual power coming in, like a flood sweeping across the world, almost crushing the bamboo body that has just experienced a thunderstorm. The waves are turbulent, and there is a feeling that breaks through everything.
With such a feeling, Han Ping didn't know how to deal with this sudden massive amount of spiritual energy, and his soul was in a trance for a moment.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Just like the creation of the world, the five bamboos burst one after another. In an instant, the life force was like running water, being washed away by the sea-like spiritual energy.
Han Ping felt that he was in danger, and his soul felt like it was collapsing.
At this moment, Han Ping's Yuanshen suddenly exuded a hint of grey-brown aura. The Yuanshen's aura melted into the bamboo, and in a trance, the five-section bamboo hollow emitted endless suction, and the sea-like spiritual energy dissipated in an instant. Then...
The entire island began to tremble. The spiritual veins that had gathered but never vented surged toward Han Ping like a storm.
At this time, Han Ping discovered that the Yuan Shen seemed to have some connection with the bamboo itself. The originally scattered and shapeless Yuan Shen suddenly took the shape of a bamboo.
It was also a five-section bamboo, each section hollow! However, the surging spiritual energy was not blocked and still poured into his body like a chao. Sitting cross-legged, Han Ping noticed five strange spaces appearing in his body.
A space has been opened, and the sea-like spiritual energy of heaven and earth pours into this space like sea water.
The spiritual energy that enters the space is quickly affected by the invisible force. It condenses into liquid and gathers in the space.
The entire space was gray, like mist. The liquid droplets condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had gathered into a pool, and at this time, the spiritual energy from the outside world was still pouring in endlessly. The liquid level in the spiritual energy pool continued to grow, making Han Ping look at it in a daze.
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"The bamboo body has five sections, and each section is hollow! This is my magical power. Five spaces are formed in my body!!"
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In the prehistoric world, Han Ping half-deadly managed to get his innate magical power out. However, he was very unfamiliar with this innate magical power, and the efficacy still needs to be understood by himself.
One of the five spaces has been opened. The currently known function is to absorb, store and condense the essence of heaven and earth. As for what other functions this space has, Han Ping needs to dig into it carefully. I don’t know when, deep in the center of the island, suddenly
The burst of spiritual energy no longer poured out on a large scale, and Han Ping did not take the initiative to absorb it. After all, we have magical powers, and we still need to understand them carefully.
What surprised Han Ping was that not only did he form five strange spaces at this time, but his soul also became a bamboo state, and one of the five small soul spaces was also opened. However, this soul space was too small.
Now, the space that has been opened in the body is as big as a football field, but the space in the soul is only as big as a fist!
"Why is the difference so big? Is it because the soul is not strong enough?" The soul is very weak and has just been formed. You must know that this soul is Han Ping's own, not the original bamboo demon's.
The Bamboo Demon's spirit had already turned into ashes during the thunder tribulation, and it was only Han Ping's own spirit that occupied it at this time.
On the other hand, Han Ping's soul is too weak. It is far from the soul that a demon cultivator should have. And his soul is very special. It can be said that it does not belong to this world. It is not an ordinary person.
He could detect it, otherwise his soul, which is as weak as a mortal, would have been discovered long ago.
But at this time, his realm is still not as good as that of Yuan Xiaozhuzi. In his opinion, he is still a mortal at this time, but he has just taken over the body of a demon cultivator who has transformed!
And his choice is also correct. This is not the time to truly practice the Tao. Instead, he should practice memory along the bamboo for thousands of years and re-understand his own Tao foundation! After all, the past belongs to others and does not belong to him. Even if it is passed down
There will always be some gaps in his memory. Even this slight ambiguity is enough to make it difficult for him to practice in the future.
His mind slowly calmed down, and the thousands of years of bamboo practice slowly flowed into his heart. It was like recalling the memories of the past, making him feel like he had become a bamboo in a trance. Fortunately, bamboo has a simple mind and does not have too many experiences, otherwise Han Ping
It is really possible that he has been assimilated by the memories of these thousands of years. It is very likely that he has become an existence that is like me but not me.
A thousand years was too long, and Bamboo had little experience. Therefore, Han Ping was able to maintain his sanity and understand all the Tao and principles. He understood all the thousand years in a few days. In a trance, his soul grew by a large amount. Five
The bamboos climbed higher and higher, one level higher than before. The state of mind seemed to have penetrated a certain bottleneck and entered a new world again.
This retreat lasted for more than a month. It was not until he sorted out the thousand-year memories of bamboo in his mind that Han Ping slowly woke up. It was like fast forwarding a life, and it was still so monotonous that only the life of cultivation was left. Although it was boring
, but he enjoyed it. His realm was not great, but he understood a lot and made breakthroughs again.
There are five spaces in the body. Except for the first space, which is completely controlled by him, the other four spaces have no function at all. However, after practicing quietly for more than a month, his understanding and control of the innate supernatural powers have reached a bottleneck. Because he has cultivated
Because of this, it is temporarily impossible to continue to meditate.
His supernatural power had reached its current limit, but Han Ping was puzzled by the violent spiritual energy that suddenly surged out from the center of the island. When his roots entered what seemed to be some kind of barrier, he suddenly felt endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
It flowed into his body along his root system and almost burst him.
"This island seems to have a big secret..."
At the beginning, this island was slightly lacking in aura. It was obviously much less aura than the outside world. The island might be fine in other places, but it happened to be on the edge of a fairy island like Golden Turtle Island. So this island was
It attracted a lot of people's attention, but so far no one has found anything wrong here.
Even though the soul penetrated deep into the underground, it only noticed that the earth veins here were astringent and the spiritual energy circulation was not efficient.
Han Ping Yuanshen also noticed this, but he was confused. The situation he 'felt' as his roots penetrated deep underground seemed to be different from what Yuanshen noticed!
"There is a big secret underground..." Han Ping gradually became more solemn, thinking carefully about something. "It's not fake that the root system encountered that violent spiritual energy. It seems to have penetrated some kind of barrier, and there is something hidden underground...
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Even if the power of the soul goes deep into the ground, he can't detect anything. Only his perception can slightly feel a strange fluctuation, which makes him even more certain that there is some kind of secret hidden here.
The rock on the island is hard, so it would be difficult to dig a passage underground.
As a result, Han Ping transformed into his true form again. The endless root system penetrated into the ground again along the cracks.
At the same time, the soul and perception were attached to the end of the root system. Like tentacles, they were shuttled back and forth underneath. When he reached the depths of the underground, he clearly felt an obstacle. There was something in front that slightly hindered the further penetration of his root system.
The roots gently penetrated the existence like a film.
The next moment, Han Ping felt a strong spiritual energy from heaven and earth pouring into his root system.
This is a strange space, with roots extending into the gravel soil without any obstacles. It absorbs a large amount of the thick spiritual energy in the ground. After pouring into this space, Han Ping's keen sense found something strange not far away.
Deep in the soil, a gray bead has been sitting there quietly for who knows how many years.
The gray beads don't have that kind of crystal clear luster, but instead look extraordinarily ordinary and simple. Hidden in the soil, it's hard to find. Even if the soul glances at it, it will ignore it.
If it weren't for Han Ping's perception, it would probably be difficult to find this bead hidden in the soil.
The roots slowly approached and surrounded the bead in a closed space. The roots intertwined and imprisoned the bead. Han Ping did not dare to be careless. This was a prehistoric world. It was said that all spiritual treasures from heaven and earth could fly away on their own.
He has regarded this bead as a heaven and earth spiritual treasure, and is afraid that it will fly away on its own.
However, he was disappointed. The bead didn't catch him at all.
Surrounded by his roots, there was no sign of escape or movement.
"Hey, it's done..." As soon as the root system came into contact with this gray bead, Han Ping's face turned grim at the next moment. "Damn it, you don't pay for your life by tricking someone."
