This time, according to the first breath method of the Ten Thousand Streams Gui Zonggong and the instructions of the first diagram, he had insisted on seventy breaths, and in the moment of these seventy breaths, a Xuan Qi in his body that was at least twice as large as before was generated, like a thin stream, circling and wandering in his body.

With the previous experience, Monkey Mayue hurriedly followed the diagram on the first map and concentrated on several routes in the body.

Soon, the wisps of blood in his body swam along the route according to Monkey Mayue's thoughts, and then Monkey Mayue was still insisting on the illustration of the first picture, and he even felt that there were wisps of cool air in his body arching out from all parts of his body, like water droplets, melting into the wisps of blood, making the wisps bigger and bigger.

In the end, it turned into a rope, and it wasn't until a week after completely swimming away that Monkey Mayue's whole body shook suddenly, and his brain was like a bright moon through the clouds, and there was a buzzing sound.

An incomparable sense of lightness and dexterity was immediately reflected in his body, and streams of dirty things continued to drill out along the blood.

And the qi rope in his body did not disappear as before, but always existed, slowly swimming all over the body on his own, Monkey Horse Yue's eyes opened, his eyes were brighter, and he felt a lot more agile.

The body also noticeably feels much lighter.

"The bloodline is always there, it is the manifestation of the cultivation of this Ten Thousand Streams Returning to the Sect to the first level, and it also means that the cultivation has reached the first level of evil qi!" Monkey Ma Yue was ecstatic, and ran out to rinse again.

After seeing it, a smile appeared on the face of Rat Batian and the others, although they were surprised that Monkey Horse Yue had cultivated to the first level so quickly, they knew the reason.

Back in the room, after taking a few deep breaths, Monkey Mayue picked up the thread-bound book next to him and looked at it carefully.

"After the first level of cultivation of this Ten Thousand Streams Returning Sect Gong, you can use your mind to control some objects, this is the magic power of the gods, and you can control things in the air. Monkey Mayue's eyes lit up, according to the above diagram, he pinched out a simple finger with both hands, and pointed to the cup on the table next to him, and he immediately felt that the air rope in his body was surging towards the fingers stretched out of his right hand like a monkey out of the cage, and there was a feeling of squirting out.

There seemed to be an invisible air rope connected to the cup on the table, but as soon as it was connected, the air rope was very brittle, and it shattered with a snap.

Monkey Ma Yue's face was slightly pale, it took a long time to recover, after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the cup on the table, but took out the peach wood sword in his pocket, this peach wood sword is peach, the weight is slightly lighter than the cup on the table, but there is also some weight, his right hand slowly stretched out, and then pointed hard.

The peachwood sword trembled a little, and it slowly hung in the air, but it only looked like it was about five centimeters, and then it fell down again.

Monkey Mayue also persevered, and after many times of excited practice, the peach wood sword also fell from the height of five centimeters at the beginning, and became ten centimeters, twenty centimeters, and fifty centimeters...... By evening, his peachwood sword could hang slowly in the air, and although it was slow, it would not deviate from its direction, but it would not fall as easily as it had in the first place.

"From now on, I Monkey Mayue will be a fairy!" Monkey Mayue stood there, with a solemn look, her left hand behind her back, her right hand raised in the air, and her finger was blind in the air, and the peachwood sword stumbled and flew around.

It wasn't until the breath in his body was unstable that Monkey Mayue withdrew the peachwood sword, and was about to continue cultivating, when suddenly a burst of aroma wafted out, which was wafting out of the pot on the side, he raised his face and took a deep breath, and immediately wanted to feast, this day he has been busy cultivating, but he forgot that the pot was still boiling in the pot, and stepped forward to open the lid of the pot.

At the moment when the lid of the pot was lifted, a thick aroma wafted out of the pot, but on the god, I don't know why, a dazzling pattern appeared!

This pattern is obvious, carefully examined, and even has a sense of grabbing people's souls, but as time goes backwards, it slowly becomes off-white, Monkey Mayue squinted her eyes, thought about it, and then took out the god millet and took it in her hand and looked at it again.

"This pattern is a little familiar......," Monkey Ma Yue thought in his mind, looked down at the pot pond, and found that the fire in the pot pond had long been extinguished, and even the wood had been burned to ashes, but there was a very bright pattern on the pot, but now it was dimmed.

He immediately recognized that the pattern on this god was exactly the same as the pattern on the back of the pot, could it be that this pot was also a treasure?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, for the sake of safety, Monkey Mayue did not eat this god millet, but put it back in the cloth bag, and after thinking for a while, he walked out of the room and worked with Rat Batian and others.

Time flies, three months have passed in a flash, and in the past three months, Monkey Horse Moon's cultivation has slowed down again, but he also inquired about how there will be no patterns when others cook Shen Huang.

He felt more and more that the god was wrong, especially for the pot and the pocket, and he was even more curious, could it be the golden cymbal and human seed bag of the Journey to the West Yellow Eyebrow Monster? Could this pot be a golden cymbal? How could it be here? Finally, three days later, with Ma Dang, he went to Shenxian Street first, where he inquired, it was indeed a golden cymbal pot, and he could go there to understand what he didn't understand.

After returning from Shenxian Street, Monkey Mayue's heart was beating very hard, and he endured his excitement until he returned to his room, and immediately took out the grain of divine millet, carefully examined the patterns on it, and slowly showed an elusive color in his eyes.

"For Taoist cultivation, there are three refining that is the only way to go, namely refining medicine, refining qi and ...... Soul Refining!" Monkey Mayue thought about the pictures describing the soul refining in the classics she had found on Shenxian Street, and compared it to the patterns on the gods, the more she looked at it, the more it looked like it.

"Soul Refining!" It took him a long time before he let out a long sigh of relief.

Refining the soul is a special method, the soul is yang, and the soul is yin. The soul wants life, the soul dies, and the soul laughs. When people die, their souls are scattered, their souls return to heaven, and their souls return to the earth. The soul coexists, and if one is missing, it dies. Yin and yang are combined, and if there is an imbalance, it is crazy, which is the so-called madness. Once refined, you can increase your power, and if you fail, you will become a waste.

And the most terrifying thing about refining souls is that they can be refined cumulatively, and if they can succeed nine times, they can make earth-shaking changes in items.

And the more difficult it is, the more powerful it will be after accumulating soul refinement.

However, the later it gets, the smaller the chance of success, even some soul refining masters don't dare to refine casually, after all, the price of failure is too unacceptable.

"It was said in the thread-bound book that the treasure of Zhenshan that I returned to the sect was the peach wood sword that I had refined my soul nine times under the great opportunity!" "Monkey Ma Yue felt a little dry in her mouth, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her eyes were already dazed, and she instinctively glanced at the many dim lines on the golden cymbal pot, and her heart beat rapidly, as if she was about to jump out of her chest.

At this time, he had already determined that the reason why the god millet appeared in this pattern of refining the soul was all because of this golden cymbal pot!

After thinking about it, Monkey Ma Yueyi gritted his teeth, if he didn't solve this mystery, he wouldn't fall asleep, but he also knew that this golden cymbal pot was really not simple, so this kind of secret, don't let the second person know.

So he waited until midnight, then he came to the pot lightly, and after taking a deep breath, he hesitantly took out the peach wood sword that could control him, and put it into the golden cymbal pot according to the appearance of leaving the god millet that day.