In a cell of Blackstone Iron Prison, Zhang Debiao and the old madman fought again. The two were separated at the first touch and both staggered back.
The old lunatic flopped down on the ground, gasping for air, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No more fighting, no more fighting! I'm almost exhausted!"
However, Zhang Debiao still felt full of physical strength, and the Zhongdantian in his heart still continued to provide him with powerful energy and blood, beating thumpingly, as if the power in his body was inexhaustible. He thought to himself: "How could I be the opponent of this old madman in the past?
, I was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen every time, but this time I was able to beat him until he begged for mercy. The Zhongdantian is really amazing. Without this experience, I might never have opened up the Zhongdantian in my life. This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."
Zaid looked at him in confusion, wondering why he suddenly became violent and beat the old madman until the gorilla begged for mercy.
"You damn barbarian, you must have been taking aphrodisiacs these days..." the Holy Mage of the Dead muttered, and continued to activate the dark magic power to erode the demon-suppressing seal.
Zhang Debiao ignored him and gently opened his right hand. The tip of his index finger flashed with light. A blade of sword energy as thin as a hair whirled and danced at the tip of his finger. Then more sword energy jumped out from the tips of other fingers, which were also extremely delicate.
call!
The five blades of sword energy suddenly ignited into black flames, like five black thin needles, stabbing together in his palm, making a clear sound.
The old madman and Zaid looked at his palm. The old madman just thought it was funny and looked at it stupidly with his mouth wide open, while the surprise on Zaid's face became increasingly difficult to conceal.
He naturally looked down upon Zhang Debiao's fighting spirit. Although his fighting spirit was not weak to others, it was still far behind the Holy Magister.
What really surprised Zaid was that Zhang Debiao's mastery of fighting spirit and mental power had reached a subtle level!
"When my mastery of elements and spiritual power reached this level, I was already a ninth-level great magister, and I was nearly eighty years old." Saint Magister Zaid's eyes flashed, and entering the subtle realm was a watershed between spiritual power and
Whether one can truly control the elements is the key to testing whether one can truly become a holy magician.
Take Zaid's Death Scythe as an example. The Death Scythe and the Sword of Elements have the same structural principle, but their power is not the same. The Sword of Elements relies on huge mental power and cohesion of magical elements. Although it is indestructible, it is not solid.
Unbreakable.
If it encounters an attack as powerful as the alien demons, it will shatter like glass.
Zaid's Death Scythe is different. The Death Scythe is mixed with spiritual power and dark elements to create a more wonderful structure. It condenses various runes and magic circles. Each element is arranged just right, and its power can be said to be no less than a legendary weapon.
This is the role of the subtle realm.
What's more important is that super-level magics such as forbidden spells require a subtle state to be used. Only by mastering one's own mental power and elements can one control the power that makes the world change color and tremble.
The same goes for cultivating fighting qi, but the elements are just replaced by fighting qi. The two cultivation systems can be said to have the same goal but similarities, so a magician may have a disciple who practices fighting qi, and a swordsman may also have a disciple of a magician.
The formation of such delicate sword energy in Zhang Debiao's palm shows that he has initially entered the threshold of the subtle realm and become a being like a sword master. It is only a matter of time and cultivation, so Zaid was shocked.
"A few days ago, this kid was a simple-minded guy with a very violent life. How come he has suddenly reached a subtle state now?" The Holy Mage of the Undead was puzzled.
In fact, Zhang Debiao didn't know that there was such a subtle level in cultivating fighting qi. He had always practiced alone, groping alone, without anyone's guidance. This time his Dantian was blocked, so he found another way, opening up the upper and middle dantian, and only then discovered the brutal fighting qi. When the two Dantians interact, a strange tingling sensation will occur between the eyebrows.
Along with this stinging pain, mental power becomes clearer, more precise and more at ease. The center of the eyebrow is originally the window for mental power, where fighting energy is stored and nourished. This move is absolutely unprecedented and unprecedented. Others do not like the center of the eyebrow and the heart. , who is not careful and protective, who is as bold as him?
But as a result, mental power's control over fighting spirit becomes more flexible.
The effect of the Dantian in the ventricle is even more significant. Now his heart provides strong Qi and blood to all parts of the body, constantly cleansing the muscles and marrow, and the blood in the body is constantly purified, allowing him to always maintain sufficient physical fitness. Under development After Dantian, the first person who couldn't bear it when fighting the old madman turned out to be that crazy old man.
In the past few days, Zhang Debiao beat the old madman several times until he was convinced. Now the old madman is obedient to him and has become his follower, even more obedient than Xiao Hei. He will beat whoever he asks. Who, no ambiguity.
Of course, besides Zaid, there is no fourth person here.
Fortunately, Zhang Debiao knew that the old madman was not careful and would beat the Holy Magister to death if he was not careful, so as long as Zaid did not provoke him, Barbarian would not let the old madman take action.
Another extremely useful aspect of the Zhongdantian is that it resonates wonderfully with Titan Funeng Shengjue. Titan Funeng Shengjue has two functions. On the one hand, it removes impurities from the body, improves the body, and allows the physical body to evolve towards perfection. On the one hand, Fu Neng wins the runes to strengthen the physical body.
Zhang Debiao found that he could win a battle by using the fighting energy of the middle Dantian. The effect was more outstanding than that of the upper and lower Dantian, and he achieved twice the result with half the effort.
This is because the Qi and blood in the middle Dantian are strong, and the fighting Qi is quickly supplied to all parts of the body. In just a few days, his Titan Furen victory reached the peak of the fourth level, and his physical strength went further.
"Unfortunately, whether it is the middle dantian or the upper dantian, these two dantians can only be used as guidance. The most fundamental part of the human body is the lower dantian. Even if he fills up the upper and middle dantian, it is only equivalent to half of the cultivation of the lower dantian. .”
Zhang Debiao sighed, stopped trying to figure out the magical effects of the Dantian, and turned to look at Zaid. He saw that the dark demonic energy around the Holy Magister was even stronger, like a big black insect that was wriggling endlessly. It was obvious that Zaid had been Considerable progress has also been made.
He was moved in his heart and said: "Mr. Holy Magister, why do you come to a place like this?"
Zaid had obviously known for a long time that there were powerful extraterrestrial demons guarding the Blackstone Iron Prison. Otherwise, he would not have deliberately left a trace of dark magic power to break the demon-suppressing seal of the demon guards. However, he took the initiative to come here. Obviously, he did not It's not his character.
When Zaid heard this, the dark demonic energy suddenly stopped moving and said calmly: "I came here to find something."
Zhang Debiao couldn't help but asked curiously: "What?"
Zaid shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped talking. After a while, the Holy Magister opened his eyes again and couldn't help but said: "Why don't you ask me what exactly I want to find?"
Zhang Debiao asked: "Can you say it?"
Zaid shook his head again and couldn't help but said: "You can beat me and force me to tell my secret."
Zhang Debiao burst into laughter and asked: "Will you tell me if I hit you?"
"I won't tell you even if you kill me!"
Zhang Debiao stretched out and said with a smile: "That's why I didn't beat you up. Everyone has his secret in his heart, you have it, I have it, even the old lunatic has it. Xiao Hei and Brother Tai all have theirs."
It’s a little secret. If they don’t tell it, I won’t force it.”
Zaid was so angry that he was shaking with anger: "Last time I didn't want to tell you why I was sure to break the demon-suppressing seal, why did you beat me again?"
Zhang Debiao disagreed and said with a smile: "That's not a secret that cannot be told. You are a bitch and you have to be beaten before you tell it, so I have to do it..."
"Shameless excuse, you just want to beat me up!"
Zaid was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled strangely: "Well, I am just a bitch, so it doesn't matter if I tell you this secret."
After a pause, Zaid continued: "I came here to find something that originally belonged to our Hades Palace, as well as my mentor! Why do I know the secret of the Blackstone Prison? It's because of my mentor.
Leaving clues."
"My mentor has been studying the Blackstone Iron Prison all her life. She knows that the treasure in my Hades Palace must be hidden deep in the Blackstone Iron Prison. My mentor told me that she is going to the God King Palace to retrieve the treasure that originally belonged to the Hades Palace.
She took back her things and asked me to wait for her return at home. I watched my mentor leave the God King’s Palace and waited for her for more than sixty years, but she never came back..."
Zaid looked gloomy and murmured: "At that time, I was young and had low cultivation. I kept telling myself, wait, wait, maybe the mentor will come back tomorrow..."
"Later, I waited until my hair turned gray. I waited until I became the Holy Magister, and waited until I became the elder of the Hall of Hades. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer, so I wanted to come here in person!"
Zaid's eyes were red, he grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, veins bursting out, and he took a few deep breaths.
Zhang Debiao sighed, reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry, the old madman and I will support you. Now that we are here, we will definitely be able to find your mentor and recover the treasures of your Hades Palace!"
Zaid was silent and suddenly said: "Why do you want to help me?"
"We are inmates, we must unite, be friendly, live in harmony, and share weal and woe! Besides, I really have no confidence in escaping from here..."
The Holy Magister snorted and said with a smile: "The last sentence is the truth. But the ugly words are ahead. Before escaping from here, we are comrades who share life and death. I will never put a cold arrow in your back, but leave Black Stone Iron
After prison, it’s hard to say. I can stab you in the back, and you can stab me in the back... Hey, hey, hey, just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement! What do you think of this proposal?"
"Abnormal!" Zhang Debiao muttered, stretched out his big hand and said: "Deal!"
The two of them slapped each other's hands, and Zhang Debiao smiled and said: "Master Holy Magister, do you have any way to leave this cell?"
"No, unless I recover my cultivation and destroy the rune formation system of this prison."
Zhang Debiao felt a little disappointed. He took out a dragon bone from the space ring and threw it to Xiao Hei. The hell dog immediately picked up the bone and chewed it until it collapsed.
"Compared to the poor food we three received, Xiao Hei's treatment is much better. Hey, what is the old madman doing?"
The crazy old man was squatting on the ground at the moment, tearing his hair with both hands, and making a whooshing sound in his throat. Zhang Debiao stepped forward and looked down, and saw a pattern painted on the ground. The patterns were chaotic and seemed to
It's a martial art, and it must have been taught by a crazy old man.
Zhang Debiao glanced at the patterns and didn't take them to heart. How could you believe what the madman drew? He stretched out his foot to erase the patterns. Without the interference of these patterns, the old madman returned to normal and hid in the corner to collect mushrooms.