Leng Yi's brows couldn't help but frown tightly. He clearly understood what being able to communicate energy with more attributes meant to a monk...
Leng Yi couldn't help but think of the sealed formation map in the background!
"It is precisely because of this extremely special nature that I said at the beginning that "The Art of Devouring" was almost born for you; only this kind of tolerance that is almost tolerant of all rivers can tolerate the power of blood from various sources, and for me
Used;"
Tolerance that embraces all rivers...
"Then..." Leng Yi suddenly thought of something and said in a solemn tone:
"In that 'coincidence' when we snatched the bloodline, in addition to the chance of the owner of that drop of blood essence, the tolerance of my bloodline also played a crucial role?"
"In other words, can that trace of fighting spirit be said to be contained by my bloodline?"
"Well..." Old Long took a deep breath and was silent for a rare long time. He seemed to be thinking about the accident that he had not thought about at all. After all, the journey of cultivation is full of surprises...
"Yes, it is very possible;" I don't know how long it took, Old Long said slowly, "Maybe, your body..."
"Forget it! Don't think so much!" Old Long was silent for a long time, and then returned to his usual stern tone and said: "Let's start practicing! No matter what the reason is, the correct answer is to be able to cultivate your cultivation!"
Immortal!
Leng Yi gritted his teeth and cursed secretly in his mind, then stopped talking;
However, he also understood that the journey of cultivation is inherently illusory. There are too many things that we only know what they are, but we don’t know why they are, let alone how they happen. If we go too deep into the root cause, we can only waste precious time...
So, without thinking any more, Leng Yi held the five spiritual stones in his hands, breathed calmly, and began to adjust his condition;
Sit in lotus position, keep your body and mind at ease, and think about your Qi...
Leng Yi entered a state of tranquility with ease, which was the benefit of his diligent practice of mortal martial arts since childhood;
Although the martial arts of mortals are weak, all methods come from the same origin, and the foundation and practice of martial arts are similar. Therefore, every monk mostly practiced mortal martial arts during the more than ten years before his bloodline awakening when he was unable to practice;
After you begin to enter silence, the real practice begins;
The so-called true transmission of one sentence and the false transmission of thousands of books, the cultivation method is actually very simple, and the steps are only three steps:
The first step is to guide qi with your mind, and use your mind to pull the qi machine in your body to develop the potential of your blood vessels and obtain the power of your blood vessels. The higher the grade of your blood vessels, the easier it is to develop the power of your blood vessels, and the shorter the time to complete the first step;
The second step is to use force to guide force, and use the power of blood to guide the vitality and other external energy in the spirit stone into the seven meridians and eight meridians;
The third step is the blending of energy, the blending of blood power and external vitality, opening up a Tibetan sea in the Dantian to store vitality, nourish the body and mind, and temper the soul;
As the time and intensity of cultivation increase, the Tibetan Sea will become larger and larger, and there will be more and more vitality in it, and the monk's cultivation level will become higher and higher, until one day, the Tibetan Sea will resonate with the heaven and earth, and with the void.
communicate……
However, the method of cultivation is not difficult. What is difficult is repeating this cycle countless times day after day, year after year, in the almost endless silence and loneliness;
This kind of silence seems simple, but to actually do it requires iron will and patience;
Moreover, as the Tibetan Sea becomes larger and larger, it will become more and more difficult to open up. Even simple repetition is no longer enough, and a sudden inspiration is needed...
However, these are still far from Leng Yi. What the young man has to do now is to repeat, repeat and repeat;
Moreover, this is an unprecedentedly prosperous world, and monks at the bottom do not have to worry about the shortage of cultivation resources; even if mortals insist on practicing, as long as they can endure loneliness and desolation, reaching the second or third level of the Body Tempering Realm is not a legend;
But if this is the case, why does everyone say -
Today, the overall level of cultivation in the cultivation world is getting worse every year...
The last trace of distracting thoughts disappeared from the young man's consciousness. Leng Yi truly entered a state of emptiness, and the cycle in his body truly began...
Using his mind to guide Qi and develop his potential, Leng Yi could clearly feel the extremely weak power of his blood, gradually spreading out from the depths of his blood, and then guided by his mind to the center of his two palms;
Slowly, streams of warm vitality slowly flowed out from the Yuan Stone in Leng Yi's hand. Under the guidance of his thoughts, it was carried into the seven meridians and eight meridians by the power of blood, and finally gathered in the Dantian, and the whole body followed.
become warm;
Immediately afterwards, the faint trace of blood power and vitality began to slowly blend until it disappeared into nothingness, and then the second cycle began again...
Night passed and day came, and the morning sun rose, but the young man still sat there as firmly as a stone sculpture, without any movement;
He has a lot of patience when it comes to cultivation...
According to common sense, not to mention Leng Yi's third-level mortal bloodline, even the most common seventh- or eighth-level mortal bloodline can open up the Tibetan Sea and reach the first level of the Body Tempering Realm in just two days.
Even the four spiritual stones cannot be used up;
For Leng Yi, the most is just a day and night of meditation...
I finally want to prove that I am not a waste!
It rises day by day and then sets in the west;
As the power of blending grinds the nothingness in Dantian over and over again, the five first-grade spiritual stones in Leng Yi's hand are slowly dimming, and the energy in them is gradually exhausted. Everything seems so logical...
However, upon closer inspection, the young man's body seemed to be a little more tired, and his steady breathing was slightly disordered. It seemed that his muscles had a fatigue reaction after sitting for too long...
The sunset disappears and darkness returns;
The young man is still as motionless as a stone statue, but his body is no longer upright, his breathing is more disordered, and a faint trace of sweat is slowly seeping out of his pores!
The sky was getting darker and darker, and the biting cold wind rarely stopped;
There was silence in the deserted mountain temple, as silent as the thousand-year-old tomb...
"Click..."
Suddenly, there was an inaudible crisp sound, but it came into Leng Yi's mind like a bolt from the blue!
"Why!"
Leng Yi suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, and cold sweat suddenly poured out from his head. In an instant, his thick cotton clothes were soaked through, and a terrifying chill came straight to his heart. The young man's face instantly turned as pale as paper.
!
Why is this happening!
Leng Yi looked at the last spiritual stone in his hand in horror. Because of the depletion of vitality, that spiritual stone shattered like the other four...
The vitality is exhausted...five spiritual stones!
One day and two nights!
"Why haven't I opened up the Zanghai Sea yet?"
Leng Yi suddenly clenched his fists and let out a hysterical scream!
However, the only response he received was the fragments of spiritual stone that spilled out from between his fingers...
One day and two nights, five spiritual stones, grinding the Dantian thousands of times!
However, there is still nothingness in the dantian, and the fusion power that has been painstakingly fused seems to have been swallowed up by something, leaving no trace behind, and even -
Not even a pinhead-sized Tibetan sea has been opened up!
Why is this happening!
The cruel facts were like a collapsing sky, mercilessly falling on the young man's heart; the confidence in Leng Yi's heart that had been built up after so much hardship was once again wiped out overnight...
"Why..." The young man collapsed heavily on the ground, staring with lifeless eyes, and his face was ashen!
Am I a waste after all?
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, a rare winter thunder illuminated the dark clouds in the sky, and then a heart-rending roar came from the dead silent mountains and wild mountains...