Forced to Zhongnan Chapter 74 The First Level of Qi Condensation
The dark clouds are rolling like thousands of horses galloping!
The cold wind was blowing hard, and the light in the woods suddenly dimmed during the day, as if it was sunset!
Illusory shadows appeared in the clouds and mist. They had human outlines, but were extremely painful. Some had their mouths wide open, some had distorted faces, and some were extremely frightened...
This is a Shura field that is constantly spreading and composed of living human beings.
Li Zhen and Qing Chan were so frightened that they turned pale and quickly backed away, while Yuan Tai was stunned and stared blankly at Yan Yun.
In this Taoist temple in Xiao Zhongnan, Yu Zhenzi protected his disciples very well.
Although Li Zhen and the other four were monks, they often competed with each other in terms of skills, but they were able to reach the point without any blood on their hands.
Brothers and sisters are friendly and helpful to each other, carefree and unaware of the dangers in the world.
Although Yan Yun told his senior brothers early on that the evil of the magic weapon he had obtained was far beyond their knowledge.
Ji Zhao, the monkey head, never expected that he would face such a terrifying magic weapon. Although he felt terrified, he couldn't afford to lose his reputation as a "senior brother", so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
He uses his magic power to compete with the soul power!
He thought that Yan Yun's mortal body would never be able to control so many dead souls.
He could not have imagined that controlling these dead souls only required Yan Yun's spiritual thoughts, and no magic power was needed at all.
Of course, this Netherworld Soul Flag contains 2,500 dead souls. Yan Yun can only control about 2,000 souls, and there are still 500 souls that have not been tamed, but this is enough.
Under the influence of magic power, Ji Zhao's body regained freedom, but it only lasted for one breath, and was bound by some invisible force, making it difficult to move.
"Those who are facing a battle should march forward in formation!"
The auspicious omen is unimaginable, and he drinks the nine-character mantra with his magic power.
The dead soul trembled, and its soul power was slightly unstable, but it did not retreat. The invisible gravity pressed towards the auspicious omen again.
Ji Zhao shouted loudly a few more times, and took advantage of the few moments of ups and downs in his soul power to escape from the range of the dead souls.
"Senior brother has great magical powers. It seems that with this magical weapon alone, he is no match for him." Yan Yun said this and took back the soul of the dead.
Ji Zhao was actually sweating, but it was covered by his hair, so he didn't lose face in front of others.
He forced a smile on his face and said with a seemingly calm smile: "Junior brother, I accept it."
Yan Yun looked around and saw that several senior brothers were standing far away from him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Senior brothers, I will go back to the cave first."
"Yeah!" Li Zhen nodded.
Yan Yun cupped his fists and hurried away on foot. This time, he did not rely on the power of the Netherworld Mist.
After he was far away from the senior brothers, Yan Yun's face, which had been calm just now, revealed a look of fear.
Just now, he felt that the little ghost king in the soul flag came out of the mist, like an aggressive young man, personally commanding the dead souls to participate in the contest with Good Omen.
It was so exciting, as if the auspicious ghost was a delicious delicacy.
If Yan Yun hadn't resolutely refused to harm Ji Zhao, the ghost king reluctantly gave in. Under the dual effects of soul power and ice, Ji Zhao's cultivation would have been in vain, and even the dead souls would have been sucked into the soul flag.
Yan Yun is convinced of this!
In other words, monks or the dead souls of monks have a strong attraction to the Ghost King.
As the Ghost King stayed in the banner for a long time, it gradually matured, and Yan Yun's influence on it was rapidly weakening.
This is never a good sign.
A sharp weapon that is out of the owner's control may not backfire on the owner one day.
So, what is the reason why the Ghost King prefers monks?
Yan Yun fell into a state of confusion when he read the preface of "Naqi Jue", because this incident suddenly awakened him. He must find a way to control the ghost king and condense his own magic power, which may help achieve this goal.
After returning to the cave, he began to open the Qi Na Jue, skipping the preface and browsing the following content.
At first sight, I was shocked.
The qi training method of Naqi Jue is similar to the internal skills he practiced. The descriptions of the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body are basically the same.
However, the movement of qi is quite different. The inner strength method is based on the qi of the Dantian, while the Naqi Jue is based on the movement of the five qi, and finally returns to the Dantian.
In other words, the inner strength and mental method was born out of Naqi Jue, but it is much simpler.
Yan Yun's transition from internal skills and mental methods to Naqi Jue means that he has laid a solid foundation in the past, and his understanding of the operating rules of Naqi Jue is very smooth.
He read the entire chapter of Naqi Jue, first leaving an overall concept in his mind, and then tried to condense his magic power according to the paged diagrams and descriptions. When encountering obstacles, he looked at the overall discussion in the preface.
Just like that, swallowing and exhaling, he didn't feel bored. The second night in Xiao Zhongnan passed like this.
In the morning, the birds sing happily.
A touch of mist rose over the lush green mountains.
A strange feeling of freshness slowly lingered in the cave with the ripples of the wind.
Yan Yun, who was leaning against the big stone in front of the cave, opened his eyes. In this moment, his ears, mouth, nose, and eyes came into contact with the purity of nature, and something seemed to be coming out of his heart.
What is it?
Yan Yun doesn't know.
He quickly sat up straight and felt it with his heart, but the feeling was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
It can be seen that a moment of soul enlightenment mostly occurs by chance. If done deliberately, it will not be achieved.
So he leaned against the big stone again, still feeling uncomfortable, so he simply lay on his back on the stone, looking up at the blue sky through the gaps between the trees.
He didn't think about anything, he just enjoyed the spring morning casually and even somewhat comfortably, and unknowingly used the breathing method in the Naqi Jue.
For a long time, while he was half asleep and half awake, he heard something.
It’s the sound of spring water flowing!
Ding dong ding dong, like water droplets sliding down the cliff and landing in a small puddle.
The water drops come in and out, seemingly there but not at all.
As time went by, the waterway on the cliff seemed to be dredged by this drop of water, and gradually grew larger, forming a small line.
As Yan Yun breathed and breathed, this water line gradually integrated with his body, walking in the eight extraordinary meridians, making him feel comfortable all over.
The water line makes a big circle and finally comes together in a leather-like bag.
It turned out that the continuous line of water was very small, only about half a tablespoon. If it were sprinkled on the ground, it would probably only be a dozen drops.
This half tablespoon of spring water is very restless. As soon as it collects in the bag, it immediately runs to the meridians, completely tireless.
Round, round, and round...
I don't know how much time has passed, but the spring water seems to have half a drop more than when it first appeared.
Yan Yun's thoughts did not keep up with this water line, and he thought he had a strange dream. When his mind returned and he truly felt this little bit of magic power in his Dantian, he couldn't help but smile up to the sky.
Then, he poured the internal energy he had cultivated into the spring of mana.
The two quickly combined, and the inner strength he cultivated seemed to be strong, but in fact it was illusory.
It's like the inner Qi has been squeezed out of impurities, turned into three drops of "spring water", and merged with the magic power in the Dantian.
According to the agglomeration of basic mana in the Naqi Jue, Yan Yun has reached the first level and has become a real monk!
The Naqi Jue is divided into seven levels, and each stage is a qualitative leap.
In the first stage, you have very little mana, but you can already learn and barely use the "Light Body Technique", and you can jump and move on low shrubs, but the duration is very short.
Yan Yun immediately walked quickly into the cave and looked at the evil-slaying gun stuck on the ground beside the stone bed.
The Evil Punishing Spear was given by Yu Zhenzi, and it was an innate magical weapon. Yan Yun did not include it in the Netherworld Soul Flag.
The soul flag is an evil thing, and he is worried that the dead souls and ghost kings filling the flag will affect the evil-slaying spear and destroy the spirituality of the magic weapon.
Yan Yun bit the tip of his finger, and a drop of blood dripped from the bullet onto the Evil Punishing Gun.
The blood quickly submerged into the gun body. According to his experience in driving the Ghost Soul Flag, he should have established a mental connection with the Evil Punishing Gun at this time, but this drop of blood was like a stone in the sea, and there was no reaction at all.
He dripped a few more drops of blood, but it was still the same.
He thought, it seems that the magic weapons are different, and the method of identifying the owner is different. He just took it for granted.
However, the method of identifying the owner of the Netherworld Soul Flag is a bit too simple. The "magic weapon" is an artifact beyond ordinary understanding, so identifying the owner should be relatively complicated to fit its characteristics.
At this time, he felt someone coming from outside the cave, and was about to go out to greet him. He suddenly realized that his perception seemed to have been greatly enhanced, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
"Several senior brothers are here to visit, but they are not welcomed from afar." Yan Yun smiled and walked out of the cave.
"Did you know we're here..." Qingchan asked in surprise, "How did you know..."
When Yan Yun's figure emerged from the cave door, Li Zhen, Ji Zhao, Yuan Tai, and Qing Chan were all stunned, each one "fixed" on the spot like clay puppets.
The green cicada even forgot to flap its wings, and her body fell straight down from the air. She said "ouch" before hovering again.
They looked dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost, and their horror was even worse than seeing the dead souls scattered from the ghost flag!
"Teacher, teacher... junior brother..." Qingchan stammered, "You have developed magic power through practice..."
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Yan Yun cupped his hands and said, "Is there anything wrong?"
Qingchan screamed: "Senior brothers, am I dazzled? Yesterday he was a mortal and crazy, and this morning he became a monk. How is it possible?"
Yuantai and Ji Zhao looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief, and said, "Brother, am I also dazzled?"
Ji Zhao changed his expression and muttered in a low voice: "As the saying goes, you can't live without going crazy... So that's it..."
Li Zhen looked at Yan Yun's whole body with a pair of wonderful eyes. She smiled like a flower and said with a blushing face: "Congratulations, junior brother, for being promoted to a real monk!"
Yan Yun smiled and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
"You damn junior brother! You want to piss me off to death!" Qingchan flapped her wings, flew in front of Yan Yun, circled around him several times, and beat her feet and chest.
"Ah?" Yan Yun was confused.
Qing Chan completely lost her composure and exclaimed: "It took me three months to develop my magic power from being a mortal, three months!"
Yuantai said with a dark face, "It took me half a year..."
Good omen: "I also used it for two months plus ten days."
Li Zhen stretched out two fingers and said calmly: "Two months are two days apart."
"It's just a coincidence, why do you senior fellow apprentices do this?" Yan Yun flicked the evil-slaying gun with a wave of his hand, "How do you identify the owner of this thing?"
