Zhang Cong was not painting. He drew his sword at a high speed and completed thousands of attacks almost in the blink of an eye. The shadows of the sword energy remaining in the air actually formed a sky full of snow chrysanthemums.
This reminded Zhang Cong of the golden hook and iron painting mentioned in ancient books. Now it seems that the graceful and elegant pen calligraphy is probably a deception. The golden hook and iron painting should be a kind of speed that exceeds the limit.
Top martial arts.
At this time, Zhang Cong better understood the truth that martial arts in the world are only fast and indestructible. Your cultivation level may be higher than mine, but before you can take action, my sword skills have already thrust out dozens of times. Even if you can defend yourself, just imagine you.
Is there still a chance to take action?
Tianlei's physical training can actually widen the meridians in his body and increase his speed exponentially. This allows Zhang Cong to find the direction of his training. If this continues, he will probably be able to gain sword skills while exercising.
Improvement, unintentionally turned into dual cultivation of body and law.
The sword in the sea of consciousness was stirred up at this moment, and Zhang Cong laughed: "It seems that you think my method is right? Are you a sword or a spirit? I was struck by thunder like this.
, the one who benefits the most is you, you are only happy when I become a pure thunder-type physique, right?"
The Taoist sword stirred again, and several dazzling thunderbolts rose from the sword, causing the divine light in the divine palace to shine. Zhang Cong laughed, got up and sat on the cloud bed, took out some mulberries and ate them, and took out some mulberries at the same time.
Looking through a master's notebook.
He didn't feel hungry, but Zhang Cong still couldn't let go of the blessing of words. It seemed that only the smell of fireworks could make him feel that he was still a human being.
The mulberries full of spiritual energy melted in the mouth, and the gurgling spiritual energy flowed into the Dantian, and after a cycle of circulation, it filled up the divine spring. In a short time, a basket of mulberries was eaten clean by Zhang Cong, and the divine spring also swelled a lot.
If the Qin sisters saw him eating a bunch of mulberries like a snack, they would probably vomit blood. Every spiritual fruit and mulberry would be a priceless treasure when taken out. But Zhang Cong just wanted to add some spiritual power to his divine spring.
I ate so much.
The effect of spiritual fruit is indeed different from that of spiritual stone. After eating so much, I feel that my whole body is extremely light, and I actually have a feeling of ecstasy. Zhang Cong looked at the mulberry in his hand thoughtfully, and suddenly he had a wonderful idea.
He still remembered the ginseng essence that he had made from spiritual liquid, and Lei Zhi, who was almost psychic. Since the spiritual energy contained in spiritual fruits was stronger than spiritual stones, why not plant some spiritual fruits on Guichou Mountain so that his
Wouldn’t the sea of consciousness be filled up quickly?
At this moment, a folded piece of paper appeared on the note. Zhang Cong was startled and quickly opened the paper, only to find that it was an adventure-like experience written by his master.
After the master was injured, he accidentally entered the Guichou Mountain. When he passed through the thunder array in the realm, he only relied on the Dao Dao Sword to protect his body, so he didn't get chopped to pieces.
The master has worked hard to run the Taoist temple in the valley for more than a hundred years, so he naturally knows Guichou Mountain well, but there is a desperate place. He has tried several times, but has always returned without success. Not only will the undercurrent of smoke suddenly appear, but it is even more terrifying.
What's more, the spiritual spring will also suddenly change dramatically, or it will suddenly dry up, or it will suddenly surge. Both of these will kill the monks. Therefore, even with the cultivation of Wenjian Taoist Jindan Dacheng, he cannot find out the secrets in the valley. Over time,
The master also gave that valley a name, Falling God Valley.
There is a map at the back, with the places he has walked marked on it, as well as the dangers that frequently appear.
After getting up and leaving the Taoist Mansion, Zhang Cong first went to the boundary monument to observe the movement outside. His spiritual sense went out for dozens of miles, but no monks were found. Zhang Cong was surprised to find that after his spiritual sense was upgraded, the area covered was actually larger than the original range.
It was several times bigger, and he didn't even know the limit of his spiritual consciousness.
Full of joy, Zhang Cong jumped up, flew onto the cliff, leaped like an ape through the sea of giant trees, and soon entered the hinterland of Guichou Mountain.
The map was almost in Zhang Cong's mind. He identified the direction and ran forward.
Further inside, there is a low shrub forest. The terrain goes downwards, like a slope, and goes deep into a mountain stream.
Zhang Cong looked at the increasingly dense shrubs and suddenly stopped. The valley in front of him was completely an inaccessible primitive jungle. This was the entrance to the Falling God Valley described by his master.
After standing quietly for a moment, Zhang Cong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly he opened his eyes, with a surprised expression on his face. The spiritual energy here is very strong. It seems that there must be some genius hidden in this valley, otherwise there is a mountain.
How can the difference in spiritual energy be so huge?
Before he could move forward, a white light flashed around his waist, and the small crystal clear porcelain bottle flew out of the storage bag, floating in the air, absorbing spiritual energy crazily, and slowly drifted into the valley.
There were thick bushes in the valley, but this was not a problem for Zhang Cong. He kept waving sword energy with both hands, and the bushes in front of him were quickly swept out of a path. Zhang Cong followed the small porcelain bottle, taking his time.
Went in.
The further you go down, the lower the terrain becomes. Giant trees several feet high almost cover your head, and the light in the valley is almost the same as at night.
The dark and humid environment is almost not like the mountains in the north, but more like the southern rainforest described in the book.
The small porcelain bottle moved forward slowly, emitting a white halo, like a super firefly. Zhang Cong, the guide, walked forward. Soon, Zhang Cong followed the small porcelain bottle into the depths of the valley.
Suddenly, the small porcelain bottle shook in the air, and then flew forward quickly. Zhang Cong's heart was moved, and he quickly emitted a white light and chased it inside. He remembered that the master had not explored this direction before.
After chasing it not far, he saw the small porcelain bottle stopped on the edge of a dark cliff. A white light illuminated the cracks in the rocks. Zhang Cong took a closer look and saw that there was a cluster of blue grass growing in the cracks.
Zhang Cong had never seen a blue plant before, a clump of soft grass full of rich aura, and the blue leaves, illuminated by the small porcelain bottle, turned out to be as soft as fur, swaying gently with the breeze.
Zhang Cong was surprised to find that not only did the small porcelain bottle not absorb the spiritual energy of the blue grass, but instead a white smoke emitted out of thin air and was sucked into the blue grass.
Zhang Cong stretched out his hand to support the dark stone rock. He was surprised by the performance of the small porcelain bottle. Suddenly, the Taoist Sword in the Consciousness Sea began to vibrate violently, as if it was about to rush out of the Consciousness Sea. Zhang Cong quickly sacrificed the remaining sword out of the Consciousness Sea.
He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and gently stroked the blade with the other hand.
Zhang Congming suddenly discovered that Dao Dao Jian had an uncontrollable desire for the black rock beside him, just like meeting the meteorite iron formation talisman. Zhang Cong unconsciously felt something in his heart. Could it be that there was something hidden under the rock?
What secret?
At this moment, the clump of weak blue grass suddenly changed. The fluffy blue grass continued to grow, and it bulged into a ball the size of a washbasin. Only then did Zhang Cong realize that this was not like anything at all.
Grass is more like a hairy embryo.
The ball with dancing cilia suddenly cracked a crack, and a strange fragrance immediately came out. The small white bottle was almost immediately close to the cracked gap, and yellow smoke came out, along with the strange fragrance, all
Received in a bottle.
The blue velvet coat split into four petals, curled back and slowly rolled up. The small porcelain bottle came close to him, not letting out even a trace of fragrance. It wasn't until the four-petal blue petal-like coat was rolled up that Zhang Congcai
You can see clearly that inside this embryonic blue ball of fluff, there is actually a golden fruit the size of a pigeon egg.
Zhang Cong was not sure whether this was a plant, because he had never seen anything like it. At first, when he looked at the ball-like plush thing, he thought it was an egg, but now it looked like a weird flower.
It confused him a little.
After the fruit was exposed, the small porcelain vase flew back to Zhang Cong's forehead. The shining light seemed to guide Zhang Cong to find where to find the stone. Zhang Cong looked at the small porcelain vase and asked, "Do you want me to pick it off?"
The small porcelain bottle flashed a more dazzling brilliance, and Zhang Cong shook his head with a depressed face: "Xin said, what kind of treasures are around me? Psychic vase, psychic sword, it seems that they know more than themselves.
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When Zhang Cong got close to the crack in the stone, he really didn't know how to start. This pearl fruit was not only golden and round, but also covered with a layer of crystal mucus. The fragrance was fragrant. The four sapphire blue petals rolled up looked like four
The soft pillow wrapped around this pearl fruit, like an egg incubating it.
Zhang Cong looked at these things as if they were living things, so he never dared to take action. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was reluctant to part with them. If they were really living things, if he picked them, the fruit would probably die.
At the moment of hesitation, Zhang Cong suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was in a thunder array. The spiritual power in the sea of consciousness was being drawn away from his body bit by bit, and at the same time, there was almost a spiritual wave hanging around him.
In the violent storm, the surrounding aura was so rich that it almost liquefied, turned into raindrops, and dropped on the golden pearl fruit drop by drop.
Zhang Cong was startled, but did not leave because the small porcelain bottle in front of his forehead and the Taoist Sword in his hand showed no intention of attacking the pearl fruit. This proved that the pearl fruit would not harm him.
Own.
The spiritual fluid dripped on the fruit from the rain in Chengdu. As he watched, the fruit gradually grew in size and exuded a warm and crystal-clear brilliance. The strange fragrance attracted the small porcelain bottle to come over and take a deep breath.
The pearl fruit grew to the size of an egg, and suddenly a golden light flashed, detached from the four blue petals, and slowly floated into the air.
Just when Zhang Cong was stunned with his mouth wide open, the pearl fruit suddenly swished and shot into Zhang Cong's mouth.
Zhang Cong was shocked. Before he could spit it out, the pearl fruit turned into a surging spiritual energy, which directly penetrated the meridians and flew into the sea of consciousness. When Zhang Cong reacted, there was already a golden pearl fruit in the sea of consciousness.
Wandering around, it looks like it's about to settle down.
