In the body-building technique, the sky-thunder, earth-fire and weak-water are arranged side by side, which means that this weak-water body-building has been successfully attempted by someone. However, Zhang Cong, who has experienced the sky-thunder body-building, has a natural affinity for the weak-water.
The fear was not because he couldn't bear the pain, but because he couldn't swim at all.
Zhang Cong is a landlubber. When he was a child, he fell into the river behind the village and almost drowned. Since then, he has had an indescribable fear of water.
Looking at the turbid and bubbling weak water under his feet, Zhang Cong gritted his teeth and looked at the small porcelain bottle above his head, but the bottle kept flashing to remind him. Zhang Cong gritted his teeth, pinched his nose and jumped in
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Zhang Cong is not impulsive. He now knows that he will not die if he holds his breath. Unless his divine palace collapses, as long as there is a trace of spiritual energy, he will be safe.
It was like falling into a vat of thick paste. The difference was that this weak water was not only viscous, but also bitterly cold. As soon as Zhang Cong's feet entered the water, the entire pool was like a hungry snake, swallowing it with all its strength.
Zhang Cong, he was dragged into the water without even blinking.
As soon as his feet stood on the ground, Zhang Cong immediately released his consciousness and observed the situation at the bottom of the weak water pool. What surprised him was that the water pool that originally looked small was very vast underneath, and a white line was not far away from him.
The weak water plunged straight into the pool, creating a big hole in the ground at the bottom of the pool.
Before Zhang Cong could take a closer look, a sharp stabbing pain made him shudder uncontrollably. It was like a backlog, a backlog all over his body, as if everything in his body was being squeezed out.
Same.
This is still Zhang Cong Tianlei's small body forging, otherwise his internal organs would probably be squeezed out from his mouth by now.
This kind of pain was indescribable, and Zhang Cong could only sit cross-legged and meditate immediately, quickly circulate the infuriating energy throughout his body, and use his powerful meridians and physical body to build a fortress to resist this huge pressure.
Zhang Cong could feel with his spiritual consciousness that the arc attached to his body was being eroded by the cold breath, getting weaker and weaker, and could no longer hold on.
At the moment when the arc collapsed, a feeling far more painful than lightning tribulation suddenly enveloped the skin of his whole body. Thunder and lightning were scattered, after all, there were still gaps, but the weak water was indeed almost airtight, and
It is also much denser than ordinary water.
Completely intimate contact with everything around Zhang Cong.
Along with the severe pain, there is also a cold air that penetrates into the marrow, passing through the skin and muscle tissue, attaching to the bones, and condensing into the marrow little by little, as if it will freeze you into ice from the depths of your soul.
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For the first time, Zhang Cong felt desperate. Now, such a small pool of weak water actually took care of everything about Zhang Cong, except his soul.
Just when Zhang Cong's will was about to collapse and all the flesh and blood in his body was about to be melted away by the weak water, a bright light suddenly flashed in the divine palace. Before Zhang Cong could move on his own, the spiritual energy of his consciousness had penetrated directly into the meridians, and all the veins in Zhang Cong's body were destroyed.
The internal organs and bones were all wrapped in a layer of spiritual light.
Yingying's blue light penetrated the body, repairing Zhang Cong's skin and muscles that had been weakened by weak water, then destroying and repairing them. This process was far more painful than experiencing a thunderstorm.
Because at this time, Zhang Cong looked almost like a rabbit that had just been skinned. His whole body was covered with bright red muscles and blood vessels, and his skin was almost completely corroded.
The repair and regeneration started from a piece of skin on the heart and gradually spread. It took a full hour before the skin all over Zhang Cong was completely repaired by spiritual power. Zhang Cong, who was even more painful than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, managed to regain his consciousness and recover.
Moment.
Zhang Cong, who has spiritual power in almost every cell, felt that he had become a lot lighter as he waved his hands, and the weak water was not so irritating to him. It seemed that he had survived the half-day adaptation period.
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There is no longer any need to circulate the true energy. The divine palace operates on its own, which has driven the movement of the true energy throughout the body. The erosion of the weak water is equivalent to forcing the maximum potential of Zhang Cong's body, and he gradually adapts to this cold and extremely powerful environment.
Corrosive environment.
The pain was still tormenting Zhang Cong, especially in his eyes, nose, mouth and ears and other vulnerable areas, but this was already much stronger than before.
Slowly, Zhang Cong began to feel the benefits of weak water. If the Tianlei body training was to enhance the body's ability to resist blows, then the weak water body training was indeed to increase speed and endurance.
The monks who have been tempered by Ruoshui may appear to be weak, but they are like a pool of clear water, endlessly growing.
At the same time, his self-healing ability is also the strongest among all body-building monks.
Weak water is stagnant and heavy. Being in it is like being frozen by solid ice, making it difficult to move. If you can walk normally or dance weapons in the water, once you leave, your speed will increase several times.
Zhang Cong now has to practice in this weak water. Even if he wants to get out, he can't surface. This weak pool has now become a cage, completely trapping Zhang Cong in the water.
After being soaked in the weak water for a week, Zhang Cong is now not only as light as a swallow, but also can move around in the water as if he were walking on the ground. He has also practiced the first two moves of the Taoist Sword Jue very well. After training, he has gained a lot of insights.
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After carefully thinking about what he had gained in the past few days, Zhang Cong still had his true intentions, but soaking in the water all the time was not enough. He still had a lot of things to do. When he saw Zhang Cong's feet touching the bottom of the pool, a water sword broke through the waves and slowly came out.
He slowly landed on the edge of the pool.
After being baptized by Ruoshui, Zhang Cong's figure became upright and supple. He looked less like a monk and more like a scholar. His hair, which had been burnt away by thunder, actually grew a little black stubble. He looked much more energetic.
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Zhang Cong's main purpose in leaving Weoshui was to add spiritual liquid to the Divine Mansion, so he still needed to go to Falling God Valley.
This time, the small porcelain bottle directly led Zhang Cong to the dense forest where the Spirit Gathering Branch was found. Sure enough, within a week, the spiritual energy in the dense forest became extremely strong again.
As soon as Zhang Cong stood up, a huge suction force came out from his body. The white mist-like spiritual energy was blowing like the wind, spinning towards him. It could be seen with the naked eye, and the spiritual fluid in the divine spring began to rise.
, shouting and almost overflowing the spiritual pond.
At this time, the yellow spiritual fruit that was originally hibernating suddenly flashed with light, and half of the pool of spiritual liquid was gone again. Zhang Cong couldn't laugh or cry. Fortunately, the spiritual energy was strong and he could quickly replenish it.
When the spiritual liquid was full, the spiritual energy in the forest was still very strong, but Zhang Cong had already flown out of the dense forest and walked back.
Walking back very slowly, Zhang Cong kept thinking about a question. He had never seen how big other people's divine palaces were, but he had a feeling that his own divine palace seemed to be constantly growing.
According to the description in the book, a court width of one foot is the beginning, and a court width of nine feet is the extreme. I am almost eight feet long, but why am I still at the peak of Qi training?
Shenfu refers to Qi training and foundation building monks, because until foundation building, they are still in the stage of opening the door and entering the Tao. Only when they are promoted to the golden elixir can they start to enter the intermediate ranks and be considered a true master.
When Qi training first started, the Divine Mansion was only one foot, more than four feet, and the foundation of cultivation had been established. The peak of foundation building was nine feet, but now Zhang Cong is eight feet and has not yet advanced.
Could it be that he was practicing wrongly? At this time, Zhang Cong knew the pain of not having a teacher. Experience cannot be compensated by relying on secret books. A teacher not only preaches, but also solves doubts. It seems more important. Zhang Cong is now trapped in a mystery, and he is confused.
Its solution.
The small porcelain bottle was scurrying back and forth over his head, as if he was looking for something again. Suddenly, the small bottle suddenly flew to the north, flashing as it flew, lest Zhang Cong lose it.
To the north is a deserted gravel beach. Zhang Cong doesn't know why Guichou Mountain, which is such a large place, has a different landform. The master has never been to this ugly gravel beach, and he can't feel it.
What a strange thing.
The small porcelain bottle fluttered and walked inside for a full hour. For Zhang Cong, this distance was the first time in Guichou Mountain and Falling God Valley.
Zhang Cong discovered that there seemed to be a deserted ruins ahead of him when he was far away, and the small porcelain bottle flew towards the ruins.
Zhang Cong followed inexplicably, and couldn't help but guess in his mind: "Master calls this the Valley of the Fallen Gods because the environment here is dangerous and full of crises. I guess he has not seen any fallen gods. Could it be that this is really a burial mound for immortals?"
The ruins were almost buried by gravel, but some things were still exposed on the surface. Zhang Cong stood in what looked like a square, wondering why the small porcelain bottle was parked here.
The gravel under his feet continued to roll with the wind. Zhang Cong couldn't help but look at his feet, and suddenly discovered that some bluestone-paved ground was exposed in the gravel under his feet.
The huge bluestone stepped on his feet. Zhang Cong could clearly feel the thickness of the bluestone on his feet. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly turned around. A huge whirlwind centered on him and instantly blew into a tornado, covering his feet.
The thick gravel blew away a large area, revealing a large piece of bluestone tiles.
The huge bluestone square bricks are each one foot in size, but they are smooth and regular, and with Zhang Cong's feet as the center, there are rings of exquisite patterns spreading out.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see the pattern at all, because the ground is too big. Zhang Cong kicked off the ground with both feet and jumped three feet high. He immediately saw the pattern under his feet clearly. At first glance, he was shocked.
Cold sweat.
He had seen this pattern before. It was in a miscellaneous book in Jianfu. He remembered that it was called "Sou Shen Lu", which introduced some legends about ancient gods. Unexpectedly, he saw the legendary figure here.
Qingluan Formation Diagram?
The Qingluan Formation introduced in the book is guided by the totem of the ancient mythical beast Qingluan, supplemented by the Zhoutian star map. When the formation is completed, the spirit of Qingluan is introduced into the formation, wielding thousands of swords like a child's arm, and there is also a more hanging Zhang.
Cong didn't remember either.
Zhang Cong didn't know whether the Qingluan Formation was real or fake, he didn't understand the formation, and he had no idea why the small bottle brought him here.
Suddenly, the mouth of the small bottle tilted, and half of the bottle of spiritual liquid was injected into Qingluan Formation.
As the spiritual liquid dripped, the formation at Zhang Cong's feet suddenly shook. The Qingluan totem carved on the bluestone was actually filled with spiritual liquid, and immediately emitted a dazzling blue light.
Zhang Cong quickly jumped to the side and saw that the blue light totem was getting brighter and brighter, and suddenly turned into a ray of light and flew into the wind, and turned into a blue luan with wings spread.
