"There are still 15 survival points left. One trump card is enough for now. There is no need to make duplicate cards. We only need to wait for more than a month to make Mu Changshan's four-star duplicate card."
Yan Ji glanced at the survival points on the black card and secretly thought, with his current strength, the one-star copy card of a flesh-level warrior would be useless to him.
There is no big crisis at the moment, so it is better to save a wave of survival points and make a high-star copy card.
Yan Ji packed up the remaining medicinal materials in the house, left with the pear blossom mountain ax on his back, and headed down the mountain towards the cold black water pool in the valley.
Beside the Blackwater Cold Pool, there were four specially guarded Black Mountain thieves. They saw Yan Jixian showing the black belt on his left arm and explaining his purpose of practicing the Black Mountain Magic Scripture, so they let him pass.
Standing by the water, Yan Ji couldn't help but shudder.
"We haven't even entered the water yet. With my current physique, which is comparable to that of a warrior in the Flesh Realm, I can feel the chill. How do other people practice this Black Mountain Magic Scripture?"
Yan Ji squatted down and immersed his arm in the water, feeling a slight pain coming from his arm.
"Sure enough, according to what Huang Ke said, this black water cold pool can be regarded as a treasure place. Its water is of great benefit to warriors who practice water-attribute skills and cold skills. It is even as good as some high-grade living medicines of high age.
"Yang Yanxin was able to practice the Frost Art to the point of entering the palace by drinking the water from the Black Water Cold Pool for a long time." Yan Ji thought to himself.
Without any further hesitation, he put down the package of the Pear Blossom Mountain Ax, took off all his clothes, and jumped directly into the Black Water Cold Pond.
Hiss~
The biting cold pain made Yan Ji take a breath of cold water, which almost choked him to death. He quickly closed his nose and mouth.
"According to the magic scriptures, when practicing in the cold black water pool, you must dive to a depth of at least ten meters. The deeper, the better. You should hold your breath for at least three minutes each time. The longer, the better. It should be at least an hour a day, and the longer it is.
The better.
"And you can't use medicine to heal your injuries afterwards, and you can't use flames to dispel the cold. After leaving the cold pool, you need to beat the mountain rocks to feel the deepest chill and the most painful part. On the second day, you need to bury yourself to feel the heaviness and vastness of the mountain. On the third day
You need to train your spirit among the piles of corpses over and over again."
Yan Ji held his breath in the water and recalled the Black Mountain Demonic Scripture. The method of cultivation is very simple. There are no special breathing or beating methods. As long as you have enough physical fitness, firm perseverance, and a certain understanding, it is possible to practice it.
That's right, even if you persist in doing this for a month, it is only possible to practice it. Many people fail to practice it even if they persist in it all. The specific reasons are not clear even to the head of the Black Village. They can only be attributed to talent and unsuitability.
Practice the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.
As for the opening chapter of the Black Mountain Magic Scripture, it wasn't until he asked Huang Ke that he realized that it was meaningless. It was talking about the power one would have after practicing the Black Mountain Magic Scripture to a profound level, but even the chief village leader had not reached that level.
Moreover, if you practice to an advanced level, let alone the Black Mountain Demonic Scripture, even the ordinary "Jue" character technique can move mountains and fill the sea. Therefore, Huang Ke said that the opening chapter of the Black Mountain Demonic Scripture is nonsense, just read it.
However, Yan Ji felt that the two must be different, otherwise why would martial arts be divided into different levels? It would be better to call them all by the same name and be at the same level.
It's just that he doesn't know much about martial arts now and has never practiced it himself, so he can't explain why.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I took a big breath, immersed myself in the cold pool, and dived downward until I was ten meters below. I slowly dived to the bottom, about forty meters away.
The pressure of the pool, the cold and biting pain, and the strong and powerful heartbeat rang in my ears.
Slowly, the surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only silence.
One minute...two minutes...three minutes...six minutes...eight minutes...Phew!!
Yan Ji suddenly jumped out of the pool, then inhaled and exhaled heavily.
His breath and breath condensed into ice cubes in mid-air, fell into the water with a bang, and then melted.
"Gan! It's freezing to death. It must be at least 20 or 30 degrees Celsius below zero. The water has not frozen yet at such a low temperature." Yan Ji secretly marveled.
After resting for a while, he repeated the previous practice again.
It went back and forth more than twenty times and lasted for more than two hours. Even Yan Ji's body couldn't bear it anymore.
Cluck cluck...
Yan Ji walked onto the shore, holding his shoulders with his hands, his teeth and muscles trembling.
Afterwards, he endured the chill and pain and began to exercise his body on the mountain wall nearby according to the method and frequency described in the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.
It took another two full hours, but Yan Ji persisted beyond his expectation.
Fatigue, pain, cold, stiffness.
He felt that his whole body was not his own.
"Is it because my will has become stronger? No, it's because my body has become stronger that my will will become stronger."
Yan Ji forcibly closed his chattering teeth, spread out his stiff arms, and then flexed and stretched them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Punch after punch was struck on the mountain wall, and punch marks three or four centimeters deep emerged.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!"
Boom boom boom!
A large piece of the mountain wall was shattered, and waves of hot air rose from Yan Ji's body, colliding with the surrounding cold air, turning into pieces of white mist that enveloped it.
"Phew...it feels much more comfortable this way."
Yan Ji took a long breath and twisted his neck left and right, making a clicking sound.
He did not return to the village, but leaned against the mountain wall with his legs crossed, pressed the pear blossom mountain ax on his legs, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
The second day.
Yan Ji began to dig a large hole in the ground as deep as one person in accordance with the requirements of the Black Mountain Magic Scripture, and buried himself in it vertically, with only half of his head exposed.
He used all his strength to resist the squeeze of soil from all directions.
The flow of blood, the friction of soil, the bites of insects, everything becomes sensitive.
Yan Ji kept rubbing his teeth and endured. He clenched his fists in the dirt and tried his best to feel the heaviness and vastness of the mountains according to the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.
The whole day went by without a drop of water or a grain of rice.
"I feel shit!"
Yan Ji felt a little irritable, so he jumped out of the pit and hit his head against the mountain wall.
There was a bang.
All he felt was that his head was buzzing.
He knocked out a small crater on the mountain wall, with spiderweb-like cracks extending from the center of the crater to all sides.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
Drops of blood slid down Yan Ji's forehead.
"It's much more comfortable this way."
He shook his head and repeated the same words as yesterday.
The third day.
Yan Ji came to the mass grave.
According to the requirements of the Black Mountain Magic Scripture, he piled all the corpses into a mountain, and then slept in the pile of corpses while enduring the stench that hit his forehead.
Vomit~vomit~
Yan Ji vomited in the pile of corpses while grabbing his skin hard. Strips of flesh and blood were scratched out from his chest, arms, and thighs.
Only this tingling sensation could relieve his nausea.
"Isn't this Black Mountain Magic Scripture just kidding me? I didn't feel the death breath at all, but the stench almost killed me!"
Yan Ji couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.