In the main hall, Wei He stood up, stretched out his hand as if to grab something, and held it lightly.
But it was supposed to be a process of gathering the virtual mist and absorbing it into the transformation tissue on the back of the hand.
At this time nothing happened.
No mist, just pure air
Wei He sighed softly. After half of his body was completely transformed into flesh and blood, he was already quite close to the master level in terms of realm.
It's a pity that it was still not completely completed.
But another good thing is that his own true blood is quite powerful.
Twenty-one years ago, Wei He had naturally grown to the level of a grandmaster in terms of physical fitness, strength and speed. The three bloodlines once again provided him with three opportunities to strengthen.
He chose defense all the time. Only in this way can the maximum power of the secret technique of the fifth-turn dragon's breath be brought into full play.
By now, his physical strength, whether it's speed, strength, or other qualities, has reached the level of a real True Blood Grandmaster.
But this is already the end.
The limit of true blood's natural growth is here.
Next, Wei He needs to work hard on his own realm.
Slowly walking out of the hall, Wei He looked up at the bright blue sky and white clouds.
The soft sunshine divided the courtyard of the Taoist temple into two parts, and fine sycamore hairs flew down.
Several tits with white heads and brown tails were jumping on the wall and making crisp calls.
Wei He took out the token that Bai Ling had given him back then, and gently dispersed the true power of the seal on it.
Suddenly a white light flashed on the surface of the token, and then a slight crack opened.
Wei He made no move, just stood there and waited slowly.
About ten minutes later.
Suddenly, there was a steady knock on the door outside the Taoist temple.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Come in." Wei He put away the token and looked up at the courtyard door.
The door was unlocked, and soon there was a click and it was pushed open from the outside.
A tall man in white clothes with a stern face slowly walked into the door.
The man raised his head, revealing the face of the White Antelope Demon King that Wei He had seen in Linzhou a hundred years ago.
The distance between the two was several meters, and Bai Ling stood still.
His face showed deep fatigue, confusion, unwillingness, and other complex emotions.
It seems that he has suffered a lot over the years. There are actually some wrinkles on his face.
"The Demon King will also be the youngest?" Wei He said softly.
"Of course, but it was caused by other reasons." Bai Ling explained briefly.
He raised his head and looked at Wei He steadily.
"Can we sit down and talk?"
"Of course." Wei He nodded.
After a while.
Inside the Taoist temple, a man and a demon sit opposite each other. On the stone table in the middle is a pot of ginger tea brewed in a stoneware pot.
Bai Ling sat in his seat and looked at the steam of tea lingering upward.
"I thought it would take a few years for you to show up. So I went to the imperial mausoleum before."
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Wei He glanced at him.
"The virtual mist has disappeared. You should also feel it, right?" Bai Ling said in a deep voice.
"What does this have to do with me?" Wei He looked calm.
"I'm here to ask you if you can make a conversion organization that can convert the rest of the energy into virtual mist. Can you make such a conversion organization?" Bai Ling's eyes were bright at this time, staring at Wei He seriously.
"No way." Wei He didn't try.
Solar radiation, wind energy, some chemical energy, etc. cannot transform virtual mist.
It cannot be converted into true energy.
The only thing he can move freely now is the martial arts of flesh and blood half of his body.
The remaining half of the body is the original body that has entered the True Blood Master level.
Wei He replaced his body with flesh and blood martial arts step by step. These were only performed after the flesh and blood cells were strengthened to the corresponding strength.
Using true energy and true blood, Wei He can easily combine spiritual power and sort out all the techniques at the full level of flesh and blood martial arts.
Now half of his flesh-and-blood body is no worse than the original body.
Except for not being able to use some of True Blood's original talents, the rest is no different from before.
Even because of the special evolution of flesh and blood martial arts, Wei He's ability to adapt to the surroundings is even stronger now. There is no need to worry about not replenishing it after consumption.
"The mist is gone, what are your plans next?" Wei He asked aloud.
Bai Ling closed her eyes and remained silent.
It wasn't until Wei He called him several times that he opened his eyes.
"I imitated your idea and created a special protective layer with extremely high density on the surface of the body, which can isolate the flow of demon power in the body.
Without replenishment, the demonic power in my body will be used up a little bit less. I can only endure it. Moreover, I don’t have the perfect power like yours, and my power will go away a bit faster.”
His current situation is similar to that of Wei He before.
"Where is Hua Yue?" Wei He asked.
"She is unwilling to give in. She is still exploring the ruins and trying to find a new way out. In addition, Xuhai has also disappeared."
Bai Ling sighed softly.
Over the past hundred years, they have thought of many ways to restore Xuwu.
But it's a pity
"Where's the spiritual power?" Wei He asked again.
"" Bai Ling shook his head and said nothing.
Although spiritual power is only an extension of consciousness and is not affected by the outside world, whether each individual has spiritual power talent or not is fixed from birth.
Moreover, spiritual power has no effect on extending life.
The reason why spirit demons can live long is because they use spiritual power to combine with the virtual mist to transform themselves.
"By the way, our three major Linzhou clans are leaving." Bai Ling said softly.
"Where to go?"
"We jointly opened the entrance to a higher level of true world, which is the true world of lingering wind. There is still a virtual mist that has not dissipated."
For a moment both of them were silent.
"I'm not going to go in." Bai Ling continued. "That will just linger on for a while. I don't want to just admit defeat and leave here. Hua Yue doesn't want to either."
"Really? Then I look forward to seeing you again soon."
"Thanks."
Bai Ling picked up the teapot, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then turned around and strode away.
From beginning to end, Wei He never mentioned the matter of flesh and blood martial arts.
After all, he and Bai Ling are not the same kind of people, they are just working together temporarily.
Moreover, flesh-and-blood martial arts are not perfect and are extremely dangerous. Even if he has a good relationship with Bai Ling, he will not teach them easily.
Sitting alone at the table, Wei He didn't get up for a long time.
He felt that this world was completely fading away from the extraordinary step by step.
Whether it's true energy or virtual mist, they are just obsolete products of the changing times.
Looking at the teapot on the table, Wei He looked up at the bright sky, but his heart seemed empty.
Finally, after a long time, he stood up.
The flesh and blood on the left half of the body melted like running water, covering the whole body, and then reshaped the face into a new shape.
Soon, just like many years ago, his original appearance when he was still in Tianyinmen reappeared on his body.
Except for his fair skin, he looks like an ordinary man in his twenties.
He is not handsome and has no characteristics. The only thing that can be called an identity is that his temperament is slightly cold.
Even the flesh and blood martial arts and skin color have returned to normal color.
He planned to go down the mountain to see how the Wei family was doing now and how the Xuanmiao Sect was doing.
Look at everything in the past and how much of it remains in memory.
As for his cultivation, without the transformation of the virtual mist, he now only needs to cultivate his spiritual power. He can practice his spiritual power anywhere, and there are no other constraints.
At least he won't have any bottlenecks until his whole body becomes 100% flesh and blood.
The reason why he lives in the mountains is so that he can study other things without being disturbed by others.
Wei He simply packed up his things, took a bag with him, looked back at the Taoist temple that had been with him for hundreds of years, turned around, walked out of the courtyard, and headed down the mountain.
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Jeonju City, Dongzhou.
Zijinhua Children's Dance Training Center.
In front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, a slim and delicate woman wearing a black dance suit and white pantyhose was raising one hand above her head, standing on tiptoes, her body slightly bent, like a soft crescent moon.
Behind her stood more than twenty little girls in black and white dance costumes.
The oldest among them is only eleven years old, and the youngest is only six years old.
"Now, the dance we are going to learn is a simplified version of "Black Light."" The woman's voice was clear and clear, not too loud nor too soft, just enough for all the children to hear.
The speaker in the corner played soft rhythmic music.
"Come with me. Keep your posture." The woman began to move slowly from side to side.
All the children also started to pose in the same posture. Some were a little crooked, but it was obvious that all the children were serious.
Oops.
Suddenly, a young child couldn't hold on and fell on his butt.
The woman turned around, walked over to help him up, comforted him, and helped him get into a good posture.
The woman's name is Ding Luoying, and she is one of the two best gold medal teachers in this training center.
She was originally born in a hidden mountain village and practiced martial arts since she was a child. Later, with the rapid advancement of science and technology outside, many young people in the village could not resist the temptation and went out to study and make a career.
She also came out with him.
After successfully completing the dance department in college, he relied on his martial arts skills to become a dance teacher near his hometown.
On the surface, although she is a dance teacher, in fact, she has never forgotten the lessons her grandfather taught her back then.
Since she has learned the martial arts of Xuanmiao Sect, she is a disciple of Xuanmiao Sect. In the future, she must remember her identity and not forget her roots.
Every once in a while, she and another close friend will reorganize the many documents and materials left by her grandfather.
"She is the most popular Coach Ding in our center."
At this time outside the dance classroom.
"Coach Ding?" Standing outside the transparent wall of the classroom, a staff member of the training center, accompanied by a tall man in black short sleeves and gray trousers, looked in.
The man has an ordinary face, his hair is a little long, tied into a bunch hanging behind his back, and his eyes are a bit weathered.
Although he looks like he is only in his twenties, the look in his eyes makes him seem to be very old.
This person was none other than Wei He, who had just come down from the Taoist temple.
Following his original memory, he first found the secluded place of Xuanmiao Sect. As a result, it had turned into a sparse small village, and no old man he knew before was found there.
After asking around, I found that there are only two inherited genealogies left in the Xuanmiao Sect, which are enshrined in the ancestral hall in the village.
But something seemed to have happened to the generation of Liu Chengxi, his adopted son and others, and they died of illness very early.
The remaining members of the huge Xuan Miao Sect gradually became smaller and smaller over time.
To this day, the genealogy is still there, but the people are no longer acquaintances.
Wei He went to the ancestral hall, quietly looked through the genealogy, and asked around, and then found out the whereabouts of Liu Chengxi's adopted son Liu Ning'an and his granddaughter Ding Luoying.
This is the closest and easiest direct descendant to find.
Then, he searched all the way.
Unexpectedly, a member of the Xuanmiao Sect who once practiced martial arts turned into a dance teacher teaching children to dance.