Mii Locust sat in a Liuxiang-level cave. The cave was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.
A large amount of substantial black energy crazily blended into the center of his eyebrows.
This kind of poisonous mist is extremely toxic. Even a master like him with four lines or above would not dare to let go of the absorption hastily. He must control the speed of the influx.
Large swathes of black air, like a whirlpool, quickly merged into an area of skin the size of a fingernail between Locust's brows.
"It doesn't matter what this ghost school wants. It only has this little benefit. With the magic pool and the practice of secret arts, it can improve much faster than other schools."
He sighed, "Although the power will be very weak after it is completed."
The secret skills of Yuan Mo Sect are notoriously weak. Only when they are upgraded to three lines, they are equivalent to the level of two lines. Only when they are upgraded to five lines, are they equivalent to the level of three lines.
But the advantages are that it is simple, easy to practice, improves quickly, and has a wide range of applications. It can be used by all types of bloodlines.
Feeling that the concentration in the cave was a bit insufficient, I finally took a deep breath and performed the air-entraining technique.
His hands were beating rapidly in front of his chest like lightning, each handprint appearing and changing constantly, like a flower that bloomed and withered.
After forming seals twelve times in a row, his eyes froze and he suddenly gave a sharp shout.
"Seven rings and nine leads, the devilish energy is coming!"
Phew! The locust opened its mouth and spit out a black line. The black line flashed in mid-air and disappeared without a trace.
Then he closed his eyes and began to wait.
"Um?"
After waiting for a long time, the demonic energy remained the same, without any change at all. The concentration of the demonic energy in the magic pool remained unchanged.
"Seven rings and nine draws, the devilish energy is coming!!" He once again made a draw with his hands and spat out a mouthful of black thread.
Still no response. Even the demonic energy in the demonic pool began to fade.
"Isn't it??" Locust opened his eyes wide, "Isn't the low tide of the River of Poisonous Fog not yet reached?" But the demonic energy in front of him was still slowly and continuously declining, even more so than before.
"I don't believe it anymore!!" He was so cruel. As long as it was not at a low ebb, with his secret skills, he couldn't believe that he couldn't attract even a little bit of demonic energy!
"The evil spirit is coming!"
"The evil spirit is coming!!"
"The evil spirit is coming!!!"
"Damn it! Why are there so many!!"
Lu Sheng stared dumbfoundedly at the dark poisonous mist in his cave that was as thick as substance. A large amount of poisonous mist rushed towards him from all sides of the cave wall, almost turning into liquid, like a swarm of hungry insects and beasts.
The black air at this time was ten times thicker than when it came in!
A large amount of poisonous mist crazily integrated into his skin and penetrated wantonly from his seven orifices. The pain was numb, and nerve conduction had reached the limit of the physical body. When pain signals completely occupied all sensory channels, the pain reached its upper limit.
Fortunately, after such a long period of fighting and fighting, Lu Sheng could still endure the extreme pain if he occasionally improved too much while practicing martial arts.
He stood upright in the cave, and the thick fog around him was like balls of viscous liquid, flowing into him rapidly.
The yin and yang jade crane's treasure bottle energy circulates crazily to heal the body, resisting the corrosion of the continuous influx of poisonous mist. The Wuyin Gong is also rapidly stimulated to strengthen and improve under such conditions.
There are a total of nine levels of causeless power, which is the most stable foundation-building secret method among the basic methods.
At this time, without using any modifier, Lu Sheng quickly absorbed the poisonous mist from the beginning and moved towards the first level.
This short period of less than an hour is equivalent to other disciples practicing for several months or even a whole year.
The concentration of poisonous mist he absorbed was too great, and most importantly, Lu Sheng's absorption method was slightly different from other disciples.
"Oops! I forgot to tell Junior Brother Lu that the only way to absorb the demonic energy is with the center of the eyebrows!!" He Xiangzi ran back in a hurry and glanced around, but didn't see where Lu Sheng had gone.
It is surrounded by dense magic pool caves.
"Hey, where is the person?" She turned around a few times, but there were too many magic pools in the cave to find.
"Maybe he went back. Forget it, tell him next time. Anyway, at his current level, he can't attract much demonic energy, so it shouldn't be a big deal."
He Xiangzi searched for it for several times but couldn't find it, so she had to give up and go back.
A massive amount of demonic energy poured into Lu Sheng's body like a spring.
Time passed slowly, until Lu Sheng gradually felt that his body could no longer bear it, and the energy in the Yin Yang Jade Crane Vase was too much, so he slowly backed out and began to escape from the magic pool.
puff!
Rushing out of the cave entrance, Lu Sheng walked around the copper basin, and his whole body was soaked to the skin. However, after carefully checking the progress of the Causeless Kung Fu, he found that he had already completed the first level.
"Not bad, not bad!" He was quite satisfied. "If you come here a few times every time, it won't take long for you to master Wuyi Kung Fu. I don't know that a person like me, who has no black film, will master Wuyi Gong.
What will change?"
He raised his hand and looked at the skin. The skin on his arm was slightly pale, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time.
"Okay, next is the stage of mental visualization. The external stimulation is enough. Let's wait until the next level of exercise meets the requirements."
Lu Sheng moved his muscles and bones with satisfaction, turned around and rushed towards his residence. In the blink of an eye, his body moved rapidly and disappeared into the darkness.
Not long after he left, two disciples of the school also came out of the other two nearby Demon Pond Cave.
"Why does the magic pool feel a little thin today?" The first person to come out looked confused.
"Indeed, you feel the same way? Could it be that the low point is coming early?" Another person also said with some distress.
"No, according to time, the low tide period of the Poison Mist River should only be half over." The first person
“It’s weird”
"I haven't finished my homework and practice today, and now I'm short of pills to take. When will this end?"
The two reluctantly left together slowly.
After a while, a man with long hair and a shawl walked out of a magic pool. The man was wearing a green robe and had a small black gourd hanging around his waist. He looked equally ugly at this time.
"Logically speaking, these magic pools are all connected and connected to the river of poisonous mist. Even if there are less here, they can still be attracted from other caves and should not be weakened." The man failed to draw Qi.
of locusts.
The strange movements of the poisonous mist river puzzled him. Although this poisonous mist is extremely toxic, he only needs a small amount. After absorbing it with his eyebrows, he needs to digest and refine it for half a month.
But this sudden weakening still made his practice take many times longer than usual.
With doubts in his mind, Locust had no choice but to rush back silently. He had to continue today's homework when he returned. Without the aid of resources and pills, he could only spend more time and energy to make up for it.
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Constantly going back and forth between the magic pool, the library, and the living cave, Lu Sheng's Causeless Kung Fu quickly succeeded in breaking through the first floor.
The key to this secret technique is to visualize a human face composed of yin fire.
On the basis of the three yin methods, Lu Sheng was able to freely visualize the form of yin fire, and then arrange the yin fire in a fixed order to form a human face. In fact, he visualized his own face.
While practicing this step, mobilize your own muscles to fight against each other and follow specific postures.
From Lu Sheng's point of view, this thing is more like a cult sacrifice than a martial art. Especially those postures, they look very weird.
The most normal one is to sit cross-legged and meditate. The others are more weird and extremely difficult than the other ones, and they are very similar to those Bodhisattvas and Arhats in temples.
You must first maintain these postures for a certain period of time to exercise the fine muscles and internal organs, and then enter the magic pool to accept external stimulation.
But when it came to the magic pool, Lu Sheng couldn't help but admire the disciples of the Yuan Mo Sect. He had felt that kind of pain once and didn't want to suffer it a second time. These disciples could actually train day after day, year after year.
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Time kept repeating itself, and more than a month passed slowly.
clang!
Bang bang bang!!
After three consecutive kicks, a male disciple of the school turned around and added another side kick. His long legs shot out like a poisonous snake, opening the opponent's long sword and hanging it accurately at the throat of the opposite female disciple.
"I accept." The male disciple retracted his legs and looked at the ugly-looking female disciple holding the sword opposite.
"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice." After the female disciple lost, she bowed her hands and retreated.
In an open field, the great elder and a group of disciples gathered around. Everyone was sitting cross-legged on futons on the ground.
"Based on the fifth level of the Causeless Kung Fu, the power of the black film reached is almost the level of a single line. Combined with superb martial arts and close combat, it is really impossible for Lin'er who uses a sword to fight. Next." Great Elder.
His face was expressionless and he clicked a few random words.
Immediately following the order, another disciple walked onto the field.
Lu Sheng sat aside, leaning against He Xiangzi, watching the competition quietly.
This is a routine performance test performed by the Great Elder every once in a while to understand the progress of the disciples. But now
He glanced at the crowd around him from the corner of his eye. He saw that there were eight disciples left, plus nine of him. During this period, many more had left. The sect was in panic. Even if it was a very formal and important performance, everyone
Also a little absent-minded.
The disciple who came up next was quickly defeated easily by the man on the field again.
"It's my turn." Mii Locust stood up slowly, with confidence on his face, and looked at the great elder.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer disciples left. As long as he performs well enough, it is not difficult to gain the trust of the great elder, and the chance of obtaining the secret technique of Yuanmo will be greater.
"Since I am Senior Brother Mii Locust, I am willing to bow down and feel inferior." Seeing Mii Locust stand up, the man in the scene quickly bowed his head and admitted defeat.
Although he is powerful, there is still a big gap between him and Locust.
"That's fine." Fei Locust looked around, and finally his eyes fell on He Xiangzi, who was also the only person in the school who posed a threat to him.
"Teacher, why don't you just let He Xiangzi play against me? No one else is my opponent anyway." He suggested as an excuse.
"Okay." The great elder nodded.
He Xiangzi, who was beside Lu Sheng, did not refuse, slowly got up and walked to the field.
"Jiao Xin, have you passed the fourth level?" The great elder turned to ask one of the female disciples.
"not yet"
Lu Sheng, who was sitting on the side, clearly saw a flash of disappointment in the eyes of the great elder. This Jiao Xin was the person in the sect whose bloodline qualifications were second only to Locust.