After running for three consecutive days, a spiritual stone was completely refined. Xu Chen felt that the spiritual energy in his Dantian had been filled to nearly 80%, so he temporarily stopped.
Next, comes the real practice.
He drank a large glass of divine plasma and at the same time ran the Taixu Demon Refining Technique. Under the powerful tide of vitality stimulated by the divine plasma, he began to attack the acupuncture points all over his body with all his strength.
In the tightly closed stone chamber, the white crystal stones glowed slightly, illuminating the stone chamber quite clearly.
The tide of vitality in Xu Chen's body rushed into the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians one after another like a sea tide. Along the way, the flesh and blood of the closed acupoints, large and small, continued to explode under the impact of white light. At the same time, the acupoints also exploded.
One after another, they were continuously pushed away, and then the blue starlight began to slowly gather, forming illusory blue light vortices that slowly rotated.
Time flows by silently.
After the medicinal effects of a cup of divine plasma were completely consumed, the vitality in his Dantian had bottomed out again. At this time, he also felt very hungry, and at least three days had passed.
So he took a Bigu Pill, drank a glass of mountain spring water, crushed a spiritual stone again, and started a new round of refining to replenish his vitality.
After a piece of spiritual stone was completely refined and the vitality in the Dantian was replenished by 70 to 80%, Xu Chen drank another cup of divine plasma and started a new round of acupoint attack.
In the first round, he opened nearly thirty acupoints in one go.
If this kind of cultivation speed were placed in the mortal world, it would scare almost all True Yuan realm monks out of their wits.
Generally speaking, being able to break through five to ten acupuncture points in a month is an incredible qualification, and it requires consuming a large amount of elixirs.
To be able to break through three in a month is already very fast.
Many monks with ordinary qualifications may be able to slowly open one acupuncture point in a month after successfully building the foundation. It will be difficult for such people to enter the late stage of the True Yuan Realm in their lifetime. It may take decades to barely open all the acupoints, but
The best opportunity must have been missed, and there was absolutely no chance of forming an elixir.
Therefore, to measure whether a monk can form an elixir, in addition to his spiritual root qualifications and foundation-building age, it depends on how quickly he opens the acupoints throughout his body after entering the True Yuan realm. The less time it takes, the greater the chance of forming an elixir.
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God plasma is a weakened version of the blood god grass, and its medicinal effect is extremely powerful.
Now that he can drink as much water as possible, Xu Chen's advancement speed is naturally extremely fast.
According to the current speed of cultivation, it would only take him two months at most to break through the acupoints throughout his body and enter the middle stage of foundation building.
And as more acupoints are opened, the vitality will flow more smoothly, the energy will be refined and accumulated faster, and various magic weapons and spells will become easier to use, and the power will naturally be more powerful.
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed, and the medicinal effect of a cup of divine plasma was once again consumed. Xu Chen opened his eyes hungrily. Just as he took a pill of Bigu Pill, drank water, rested for a while, and prepared to crush another spiritual stone to replenish the almost consumed medicine.
When I was exhausted, I seemed to hear vague noises and noises outside the stone room.
He thought for a moment and stood up and pushed open the stone door.
Outside, Feng Zhao and Feng Xing were like two generals, holding giant forks to block several Feng tribe members in the alleyway ten feet away, and were talking quickly in a low voice.
"What happened?" Xu Chen asked via voice message.
Everyone looked over in surprise. Feng Zhao trotted up to Xu Chen with surprise on his face and said, "Someone has woken up!"
When Xu Chen heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "Let's go and have a look!"
So a group of people gathered around Xu Chen and headed straight to the dormant grotto.
But as soon as he walked into the alleyway, a large group of men, women, and children from the Wind Clan who had gathered here suddenly cheered enthusiastically. After hearing the news, the elders and clan leaders ran out of the stone room. When they saw Xu Chen, they immediately rushed towards him with excitement on their faces.
With a pop in front of him, he knelt down and kowtowed, and said with tears in his eyes: "My benefactor, you are the reborn ancestor of our Wind Clan. Your great kindness will never be forgotten!"
Xu Chen was confused by these two old men, so he could only pull them up and said: "Why do you need such a big gift when you can do something within your power? I don't dare to be an ancestor again."
The elder shook his head with great excitement and said: "No, no, you are really our reborn ancestor. Otherwise, why would the power of the ancestors appear?"
Xu Chen was even more confused and laughed dryly: "Why don't I understand what the elder said?"
The elder knew that the explanation was unclear, so he simply dragged Xu Chen and said, "My benefactor didn't know something. After Feng Liu woke up, the clan emblem that had disappeared for countless generations reappeared."
"What is the clan pattern?" Monk Xu Chen Zhang Er was confused.
"My benefactor will know it at a glance!" The elder quickly dragged Xu Chen into the stone chamber, pointed at the forehead of the middle-aged man who had woken up in the sarcophagus, and said: "My benefactor, you see, this is our clan crest, it has disappeared.
It’s been a long, long time.”
Only then did Xu Chen notice that there was a strange cyan pattern between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, which looked like three twisted Bagua runes.
Large areas of black skin on the man's face fell off like rotten paper, revealing some squirming flesh and blood inside. It looked like a severely burned patient, which was very scary.
But from his newly regenerated flesh, the bloody patterns could hardly be seen all over.
Therefore, the strange blue pattern between the eyebrows is particularly clear and eye-catching, and even protrudes from the skin, giving it a very three-dimensional effect.
Xu Chen saw it clearly and said in surprise: "Is this your clan crest? What's the use of it?"
The clan leader excitedly stood next to him and explained: "Our tribes in the underworld are all inherited from ancient times. Each one has its own clan pattern. The stronger the tribe, the more obvious the clan pattern. According to legend,
, there were nine most powerful human tribes that entered the underworld to resist the underworld beasts, and each tribe had a different clan pattern. The clan pattern of our Wind Clan is the blue wind pattern, and we are also the strongest tribe among the nine tribes!"
Xu Chen roughly understood and nodded and said: "In other words, only those with this clan pattern can truly be regarded as the blood of the Wind clan?"
The elder nodded quickly: "Yes, but that's not all. People with clan patterns are born to be the most powerful warriors, possessing the divine pattern combat skills of different tribes."
"You mean that each tribe's divine pattern combat skills are different?" Xu Chen asked in surprise.
This time it was the clan leader who answered first: "Yes, what our Wind Clan is best at is the wind war pattern. It is said that it is the power given by the God of Wind. Applying the divine pattern combat skills can release the power of destroying the world, even the most powerful ones.
The powerful underworld beasts are vulnerable to them."
Xu Chen's face twitched slightly.
Who can't brag?
If the Wind Clan is really so powerful, why have they fallen to the point where they are on the verge of extinction?
But thinking about the dark nature of the underworld, he felt that he was too harsh. Countless years of inheritance have been passed down to this day. To be able to survive in such a harsh environment in the underworld does require extremely strong strength. Even if
If a spiritual realm spiritual monk were to come here now, he would probably not survive ten years here.
After all, there is neither spiritual energy nor vitality here, and there are no resources that can be cultivated or replenished. Even if it is exhausted, people will be completely exhausted. In the end, the spiritual energy will be exhausted and the soul will be corroded by the underworld energy and become an inhuman underworld beast.
The old witch master cannot even handle such a powerful native, let alone an outsider who has no understanding of the environment.
"Are you the person from the mortal world who saved me?"
The middle-aged man was lying in the coffin. Although his eyes were open, his breath was extremely weak. When he saw Xu Chen, his face was full of surprise and amazement.
"That's right, but don't move yet. I want to give you a good check!" Xu Chen nodded.
"Okay!" The middle-aged man closed his eyes obediently.
He gently pressed his fingers on the rune between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated in with his vitality. In an instant, a gust of wind blew from the sky and the earth, like an illusory sharp blade that directly broke through his vitality defense.
Entering into the sea of consciousness.
"Benefactor, be careful!" the clan leader and elders exclaimed with pale faces.
"Bang~"
A cyan wind blade struck hard at the blue light vase, but the vase only shook slightly, and a blue starlight smashed the wind blade into pieces.
Although Xu Chen's spirit was not damaged, he was forced back by the aura and took a few big steps back, hitting the stone wall heavily before he came to a stop.
What a terrifying strength. Could this be the divine pattern combat skill of the ancient Wind Tribe people?
Xu Chen's face instantly turned pale, and he felt his heart beating several times faster.
If he hadn't had a blue light vase to protect his soul, he would have died just now.
But the middle-aged man lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the sarcophagus, his face was full of surprise, and he yelled in a hoarse voice: "Divine patterns, I feel the divine patterns, hahahaha, my blood has awakened.
Already..."
"Wow~"
The man's voice caused all the Wind Tribe people inside and outside to scream and commotion violently. The elders and clan chiefs almost jumped up and rushed forward to ask what the divine pattern was.
"Hurricane, I feel the power of the hurricane!" The man was so excited that he wanted to jump out of the coffin, but after several attempts, he lay down again.
Xu Chen couldn't understand the conversation between the Feng tribe members, so he could only step forward to exchange a few words with his spiritual sense, and soon figured out the middle-aged man's situation.
Now he not only reborn the clan pattern, but also felt a powerful divine pattern combat skill in his body.
The reason why he felt it was because Xu Chen had just made a stimulating counterattack against his clan pattern, and the divine pattern suddenly appeared clearly in his mind.