Chapter 161: Forging Divine Technique

Zhang Yan's muttering voice echoed in the three inches in front of him, and there was not a trace of echo in the mist, as usual, isolated, absorbing everything. In so many days, Zhang Yan has been wrapped in fog again and again, he has suffered a lot of torture and gained a lot, as the saying goes, "How much you give, you will reap!"

It can be said that Zhang Yan's current grasp and control of spiritual power can be described in two words, "subtle!" is precise and streamlined. Between stillness and movement, the mental power came instantly, and the consumption during the period was greatly reduced, and now he can survive in the fog for a long time, and do some simple actions in it, such as walking......

Zhang Yan opened his eyes from his sleep, and the fog hit again, it was already the next morning, which was also the tacit understanding between Li Hua's light and shadow and him, "stepping on the ......" Zhang Yan was wrapped in a thick layer of fog, his feet had been moving forward in one direction, and a drawing in his brain was transformed with mental power, and there was a magic pen on it that kept outlining.

This is a relatively stupid method that Zhang Yan thought of when he could walk in the valley shrouded in the formation, measuring the terrain and environment of the valley with his footsteps, although the effect was extremely slow, but now a corner of the valley has appeared in Zhang Yan's mind.

In this way, Zhang Yan covered half of the valley with his footsteps, of course, it took him another three whole days, but for spiritual power and dream power, this exercise method is extremely effective, spiritual power is more and more handy in his hands, and after he left the energy gathering tower, the degree of refinement has improved a lot.

While Zhang Yan was sketching the map in his mind, he was also thinking about what this spiritual power was...... The physical body is the foundation and foundation of the spirit, and the dream world is somewhere in between, and it is created by relying on the two.

Spiritual power can only be conceived in the human body, gathered in the dream world, and then become powerful. It is precisely because of the physical body, the dream world and the spiritual power have a special relationship, once the spiritual power touches the body of a person or other alien race, it will directly penetrate. Therefore, spiritual power cannot directly attack the enemy's body, and must rely on mediums, such as weapons in hand, etc., as well as with the help of spiritual secret skills.

These are all after Zhang Yan entered the refining city, he watched some classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to summarize and comprehend, and now he can only say that his comprehension of these is more profound.

In the past, Zhang Yan only had a few applications in the use of spiritual power, exploration, perception, inward vision, and drawing talismans...... These can be said to be the most basic use of spiritual power, in the past, if someone mastered the spiritual secret technique, even if it was the lowest level, if he faced Zhang Yanlai, I am afraid that he would be greatly affected, and even stand on the spot.

The result is naturally conceivable, even if there is a moment of stunned being caught by the opponent in the battle, he will be defeated in an instant, and even more directly killed by the opponent, and although Zhang Yan still does not know the spiritual secret technique, but with his current control of spiritual power and the application of spiritual power, I am afraid that some low-level spiritual secret techniques of the dream cultivation of the dream master realm will not have much effect on him.

At the same time, thinking continues, exercise continues, and Zhang Yan's dream and mental power are still steadily rising little by little. Soon, the strength of his spiritual power came to a valve, and with a slight touch, the valve was opened.

"Click!" In an instant, a broken sound sounded in Zhang Yan's mind, waking him up violently from his current state, and when he mobilized his mind to look, he saw an illusory quenching furnace just shattering into thousands of fragments, flying in all directions.

Then a huge stream of information poured out from the place where the quenching furnace was broken, instantly making Zhang Yan's head buzz, and faint bursts of pain emerged. It took him a while to reluctantly adapt to this large stream of information, and carefully observed the content recorded in it.

"Yo!" A burst of surprise came out of the mouth of Li Hua, who was lying on his side resting on the barren mountain outside, but this level of surprise didn't make him open his eyes, but he just seemed to be muttering to himself,

"Yan boy, it's not bad, it's come to this point so soon?!"

And in an unknown world in the depths of the void, Shi Zhishan, who had been handed over to Zhang Yan to refine the ore inheritance, stood up with a pale face, looked in the direction of Zhang Yan, and showed a bleak smile at the corner of his mouth, while beside him, countless black shadows were smiling and shuttling......

"Forging Divine Technique?!" Zhang Yan muttered as he looked at the information that had just surged out of his mind.

"Everything in the world cannot be practiced, nothing cannot be forged, even space and time can be forged. Spiritual power can be said to be both illusory and real, real, and can contain amazing power, control things in the air, turn over rivers and seas, and kill enemies thousands of miles away regardless of space. Void can be silent, silent and invisible, penetrate into people's hearts, and kill the enemy in silence. Controlling people in a single thought. The combination of virtual and real is unpredictable.

And the Divine Forging Technique is a kind of exercise that uses spiritual power as an ore and is tempered, which can also be said to be a secret technique......"

......Seeing this, Zhang Yan gasped and said silently in his heart, "Terrifying, terrifying, this exercise is really terrifying...... This is the only word that can be thought of to describe this exercise in his mind now.

In Zhang Yan's heart, if "Mixed Yuan Killing Heaven" is a Huanghuang Avenue and a righteous way, then the "Forging Divine Technique" he has seen now is a kaolin dangerous casting, with strange power.

"Forging Divine Technique, a total of nine forgings, one forging into the micro, two forging into the entry, three forging into the spiritual ......" Zhang Yan saw this, the content of the next six forgings came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, Shi Zhishan's voice sounded, "Zhang Yan, the inheritance I left behind will only be opened when you reach a certain realm, or meet certain conditions." ”

Then Zhang Yan continued to look down, and came to the position of the first forging of the "Forging Divine Technique", and found that there was only a small point of light in the position of the entire exercise chapter, standing there quietly. He immediately separated a trace of spiritual power, came to the point of light, and with a slight click, in an instant, the point of light became countless times larger, and a quaint stone house was placed in front of him, surrounded by dozens of chaotic air currents.

Then, the body of consciousness that Zhang Yan's entire mind had turned into stretched out a hand and slowly pushed open the stone door, and in an instant, a huge whirlpool rushed out, swallowing Zhang Yan from head to toe like a huge black mouth.

Zhang Yan, who was engulfed by the whirlpool, only felt that his eyes were dark and bright, and when he opened his eyes and looked around, he found that he was in chaos, or rather shrouded by the seemingly infinite chaotic air flow on his body. Suddenly, in the depths of the chaotic airflow, a powerful call came, appearing in the depths of Zhang Yan's heart.

Then Zhang Yan followed the call from the bottom of his heart, pushed aside the chaotic air flow in front of him, and after a while, he came to the source of the powerful call—a huge gray stone. The next moment, when he approached the gray stone, he saw the mystery on the stone.

This is a picture of a statue 100 meters high and nearly 100 meters wide, with a picture on it, and on the edge of the gray stone there are three Terran characters - "The First Forge". On the huge picture, it was full of feathers, yes, feathers, and then Zhang Yan swept it with his spiritual power and came up with a number - "ninety-nine".

But the moment Zhang Yan came up with the number ninety-nine in his heart, he found that the environment around him changed again, and in a flash, ninety-nine feathers from the huge picture on the gray stone appeared beside him and began to fall.

One by one, it fell from Zhang Yan's side, and soon, something strange happened, one of the feathers swayed towards him from mid-air, and landed on the top of his head, saying that it was too late, and a sharp pain came from the depths of Zhang Yan's mind, that is, the depths of his conscious body.

In an instant, Zhang Yan's body of consciousness was torn to pieces, but in the next moment, his body of consciousness reappeared in the place where it was torn, and his hands and feet trembled unobeyedly. That kind of pain was too terrifying, although it was only for a moment, but Zhang Yan felt that the time of that moment was infinitely extended, and in the extended time, he suffered from the body of consciousness being torn apart little by little.

Immediately afterwards, another feather floated towards Zhang Yan, this time he didn't care if he was relieved, and directly manipulated the body of consciousness to flash to the side, but something strange happened again, this time, when the feather approached him, a strange suction force that had not appeared just now appeared.

Immediately, Zhang Yan felt that his whole body was in a swamp, wet, sticky, and unable to exert his strength, and the result was naturally conceivable, he was hit by a feather again, and once again tasted the painful feeling.

"Huhuhuhu......" Zhang Yan's body of consciousness was on his knees, bent over, panting for breath in his chest that shouldn't exist, and there were a few tremors all over his body from time to time, and the feeling of embarrassment arose.

"No, if this continues, I may not have learned the first forging, and I will be killed by these feathers, and I must find a way to get out of here. Zhang Yan thought silently in his heart, and at the same time, the body of consciousness was like a lightning bolt slacking outward. But Zhang Yan was destined to be disappointed, the moment his body of consciousness turned into a hazy lightning and rushed out, the space where the ninety-nine feathers were located was like teleporting, maintaining the same speed as Zhang Yan.

In other words, Zhang Yan's position is the same as when he first came in, and it has not changed at all. After trying a few times, he completely gave up the idea of rushing out, and instead focused all his attention on the feathers around his body, and was vigilant, carefully observing the "feathers" that fell at some point - life is better than death.

So when the ninety-nine feathers in the air moved again, a feather appeared next to Zhang Yan very "coincidentally", "Move?!, move quickly...... The cry roared out from Zhang Yan's already hoarse throat, and finally after the unremitting efforts of his whole body, the ring fingers on his arms hanging on both sides of his body finally moved, and there was really only one moment.