Zhang Wuji's words were like a thunderous empowerment, deafening. Since he became the sect leader, the battles between the Ming Sect and the Mengyuan court have increased by leaps and bounds in both frequency and scale.

To this day, Mingjiao is like the number one anti-thief in the Central Plains. It's just that compared with the original work, the positive side of the Mingjiao high-level leaders in leading the Ming army in battle at this time is highlighted, not as described in the original work: "The Mingjiao high-level and the leaders of the Ming army are basically two disconnected groups." That's why Zhu Yuanzhang was so easy to usurp the throne.

Even if there have been earth-shaking changes compared with the original work, these high-level Mingjiao leaders have been mixed up in the rivers and lakes for many years, claiming to be martial arts people, and the thinking habits of martial arts people have been rooted in their brains for many years, profoundly affecting all aspects of their lives and things, how can they be changed in a short period of time?

Wei Yixiao and the others were all shocked in their hearts, bowed down one after another, and left with respect, although they were still worried about Zhang Wuji, they all said goodbye and left neatly, and rushed to their respective battlefields.

Everyone left, and in an instant, the small valley regained its calm. Zhang Wuji walked into a cave, blocked the entrance with a boulder, and sat down cross-legged in the deep darkness of the cave.

Zhang Wuji carefully recalled the scriptures and meanings of Jiuyang Divine Skill, recalled the scene when he first practiced the first layer of Jiuyang Divine Skill, and began to cultivate from scratch.

The meridians running on the first layer of Jiuyang Divine Skill are incomparably clearly reflected in the sea of knowledge, and the meridians have become extremely wide, more than a hundred times wider than in the past, and more tenacious and more elastic. If in the past the width of his meridians was an inland river, then today his meridians are comparable to the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

The meridians of the whole body are all connected, and countless small and hidden meridian endings are also penetrated, and a perfect diagram of the meridians of the human body is reflected in his sea of consciousness. Zhang Wuji was intoxicated, what a beautiful picture this is, what a powerful picture this is.

He immediately calmed down and began to cultivate the Jiuyang Divine Skill. Once, twice, three times...... Time passed quietly in silence, but layers of fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Wuji's forehead.

"The meridians are so accessible, broad and tenacious, why can't you cultivate a wisp of Jiuyang True Qi? Why don't you even feel a sense of gas? Zhang Wuji's heart began to get irritable and wanted to roar. In a big battle, Jiuyang's true qi was exhausted, but he could still be alive, which was a miracle in itself. Originally, I also reported the idea of rebuilding Jiuyang Divine Skill, but I didn't expect that I didn't even have a sense of qi, where to start?

Once again, Zhang Wuji stopped practicing Jiuyang Divine Skill. Sit. Suddenly, he stood up in the darkness and put on a three-body fist fight.

As soon as the three-body position was stationed, wisps of inexplicable energy suddenly poured out from all over the body. In the muscles, bones, and blood, the energy gushing out from all parts of the body is like thousands of rivers flowing into the sea, roaring and rushing into the meridians, and the broad meridians are immediately stuffed, and there is a vague feeling of bulging.

Zhang Wuji was happy in his heart: Xingyi Fist seems to be available. At the moment, I started the three-body pose seriously, only to feel that between pulling and tearing, the strong wind rose spontaneously, and the wind was turbulent in the dark cave, and one small tornado after another continued to form.

After trying his best to finish the three-body pose, Zhang Wuji moved with his feet, and hit the boulder at the entrance of the cave with a cannon punch, only to hear a bang, and the boulder the size of a person at the entrance of the cave exploded, and Zhang Wuji also burst out. As soon as he rushed to the entrance of the cave, he was rushed forward by a strong wave, and flew more than ten feet away before he stopped his body, only to feel that the muscles of his whole body were sore and swollen, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of dark purple blood blurted out.

The cave crackled and dusted for a long time.

Zhang Wuji shook his head and smiled bitterly, there were many battles in large and small battles, and he almost killed himself if he didn't want to. Stretched out his two palms and looked at it, as white as snow as always, faintly shiny, as if he could see the blood meridians. The habitual grasp of both hands, bang, as if it can catch the air.

This is a powerful force, which has gone beyond the scope of the inner fist, and there is no detailed description of this in the descriptions of the major grandmasters in later generations. But as far as he is concerned, as long as the three-body posture can still be cultivated, he will be steady. Because there is still a road ahead, what people are most afraid of is that there is no road ahead of them when they walk.

There is no way to cultivate Jiuyang Divine Skill, which also means that he has no true qi. Jin and True Qi are completely two types of energy, and I have to say that it is a pity that I can't use True Qi.

If you can't use true qi, then isn't it possible to use spiritual energy too? Zhang Wuji secretly asked in his heart, and when he thought of doing it, he immediately communicated with him.

His sea of knowledge is more vast and boundless than before, and there is no end in sight. A towering tree is rooted in the center of the sea of knowledge, and around the big tree is a five-colored soil-like substance that is five or six mothers square.

The branches of the big tree are luxuriant, one is green, each leaf is beautiful and the leaves are fat, but they are verdant and dripping. Emerald green energy streams circulate around the tree.

On the five-colored soil under the tree sat a juvenile version of Zhang Wuji, with all facial features and slightly closed eyes, as if he was meditating.

The spiritual energy is full, but Zhang Wuji can't adjust the slightest bit according to the previous method. The spiritual body in the sea of consciousness is like another self, completely unable to command. It's like another world, a world that has nothing to do with you.

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his heart, guarding Baoshan and unable to use it. Just like an employee in a bank, he handles countless bills every day, but it is someone else's money. It has to be said that it is ironic to count the money every day, but barely get by with a meager income every month.

He is now inferior to a bank employee, he is his own treasure chest, but unfortunately he has no key and cannot take out the treasure inside.

Fortunately, Zhang Wuji was strong-willed, and after making sure that there was nothing fatal wrong with his body, he quickly recovered his previous mental state.

He still has a wonderful way to go. No matter how uncertain there are ahead, we will come to the end of our lives.

He strode towards Taniguchi, not using the light body exercises.

Without Jiuyang True Qi, he would not be able to use the light gong based on the internal force of True Qi. But even so, relying solely on the strength of the flesh, one step is easy to take a foot away, and his pace is very fast, not much slower than light work.

On the main road, the wayfinder asked for directions. He rushed into the wilderness, maintaining this speed and heading straight towards Haijin Town.