In the sky, dark clouds and thunder and lightning flashed.

The demon dragon roared and soared, its body moved, the heavens and the earth were torn, the thunder and lightning were shattered, the sun and the moon were dull, and the domineering spirit was fully revealed.

Jing Qing's mind was completely attracted.

In an instant, all doubts were left behind, and in his heart, there was only the vigorous posture of the demon dragon.

Like a demon, Jing Qing is like a dragon in the cold pool, following the water potential, unconsciously swinging his fist.

The water waves are churning, and Jing Qing is full of charm and almost artistic conception.

It is an ancient demon dragon that overturns rivers and seas and ravages all living beings in the world.

Calmly, the cold pool was stirred into chaos.

On the surface of the pool, the waves of water rolled, and the rocks that could withstand the terrifying cold of the pool water were also shaken into powder by Jingqing's violent path, and even the entire cave began to shake.

The extremely rare mutant spirit plant ice bean seedling was shaken up by the roots and turned into pieces.

Jin Yu, who was guarding Jingqing, also flew out of the cave with a cry, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"Boom."

After a set of punches, the aura of heaven and earth vibrated together, tearing the air and letting out a dragon-like roar, and countless rubble fell, blocking the entrance of the ice cave.

At this moment, the demon dragon flew blood-colored eyes, and the magic light on his body was flourishing.

The mighty dragon power instantly submerged Jing Qing's consciousness and turned into five quaint and strange words.

Jing Qing didn't know any of these five words, but he opened his mouth in a daze:

"Demon Dragon Fist."

Sitting at the bottom of the pool, the heart and lungs turned to internal breathing, Jingqing was still subconscious, practicing this set of boxing techniques.

After a few hours, he came to his senses and his eyes lit up.

"The Demon Dragon Heaven Turning Fist is really a first-class boxing technique, and it is very powerful."

"Every trick and every style, is full of charm, straight to the artistic conception, think that as long as the mystery of the trick is profound, you can naturally comprehend the artistic conception, it is really wonderful."

This set of boxing techniques may not be much stronger than the Hercules Fist, but it is more suitable for Jing Qing.

And the potential is endless, esoteric, and the artistic conception contained in it is easy to understand, and it can be used as a reference to enhance one's sword intent.

After evolving another fist technique in his mind, Jing Qing jumped out of the cold pool, exhaled deeply, and looked inward, perceiving the specific situation after the breakthrough.

The muscles and veins are clear, and the breath is smart, Jing Qing found that his gestures have made a big difference.

The muscles and veins are fused into the flesh and blood, and the spiritual power no longer needs to be mobilized from the dantian, but is hidden in every part of the body.

As soon as the mind moves, the spiritual power comes from the heart and emerges naturally.

Perhaps because he absorbed a large amount of Hantan Spiritual Qi, the amount of spiritual power in his body was about twice as much as that of an ordinary Dzogchen monk.

Throwing out a sword qi casually, Jing Qing was stunned to find that the speed at which he was urging sword qi was actually more than forty percent faster than before.

In the past, three seconds could trigger a sword qi, but now it only takes half the time.

This kind of freewheeling control is unimaginable for Jing Qing.

"Now I have three hundred and sixty-one major tricks."

"Next, as long as you retreat for a few days, adjust your state to the best, and wait until you have completely adapted to the current state and entered the realm of foundation building, it can be said that it will be a matter of course."

"However, building the foundation realm is still only the beginning of cultivation, the foundation of thousands of tall buildings."

"In the future, we must continue to step by step and step on all the realms one by one."

"It's just a pity that this cold pool, as well as this rare mutant spirit plant."

Glancing at the cold pool that was destroyed by himself, as well as the broken ice bean seedlings and leaves under his feet, Jing Qing shook his head regretfully, and casually waved a sword qi to open up the blocked ice cave.

As soon as the ice cave was opened, an extremely domineering beast roar accompanied by the cry of the golden feather came into his ears.

Quickly came to the entrance of the cave, a three-zhang long, covered with thick back armor, dragging three slender scorpion tails, a strange beast was fighting with the golden feather.

There are many corpses of spirit beasts around him.

"This is a scorpion-tailed beast, an adult fourth-order spirit beast, in this back mountain, it can be regarded as one of the overlords."

"Yes, it must have been my punch that triggered the aura in the cold pool, and the movement was too big, giving these sensitive spirit beasts the illusion of a treasure being born."

Jing Qing frowned, his spiritual sense locked on the scorpion-tailed beast, and the sword qi was triggered.

The Scorpion-tailed Beast is a very powerful spirit beast, and it is a fourth-order spirit beast when it reaches adulthood.

His skin is rough and thick, and his back is covered with heavy armor, and ordinary magic weapons can't even break through his thick armor.

In addition, the strength is infinite, and the three scorpion tails contain three kinds of toxins: anesthetic, poison, and **, which are very difficult to deal with.

"Roar."

The scorpion-tailed beast glanced at Jing Qing, and was startled, the long scorpion tail flicked, and the cyan poisonous smoke floated out, and the golden feather immediately spat out a long pillar of fire, burning the smoke.

Taking advantage of the gap between Jin Yu and burning the poisonous smoke, he pounced, spitting a fishy smell in his mouth, and rushed towards Jingqing.

In his not-so-smart mind, he felt the threat brought by Jing Qing, and he didn't care about fighting with Jin Yu anymore.

It's about getting rid of the biggest threats.

The manticore's huge body approached, with a pair of sharp claws, less than an inch away from Jing Qing's body.

"Zheng."

The sword qi swayed, hitting the head of the scorpion-tailed beast, and the air flow was sharp to the extreme, splitting its body in an instant.

Even the invulnerable back armor of the idle spirit soldiers and magic weapons was neatly divided into two sections.

The body of the manticore, slamming to the ground, blood splattered everywhere.

Today, the lethality of the sword qi emitted by Jing Qing's empty hand has completely surpassed that of ordinary magic weapons.

Jin Yu flew forward very excitedly, grabbed the flesh and blood of the manticored beast with one claw, took out three small beads of different colors from the body of the manticore, and quickly swallowed them into his stomach.

This is the essence of the manticore's body, containing abundant vitality.

The manticore's ability to store poison gas without poisoning is because of these three beads.

The golden feather who swallowed the bead suddenly let out a loud cry, and a vigorous flame suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, burning all the feathers to ashes.

The old skin on the claws, the tips of the claws that had been worn, had also faded.

In a few moments, the golden feather was reborn, and a shinier and more brilliant orange feather grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It also grew in size again, spreading its wings and reaching two feet wide.

Even the sharp claws and pointed beaks have become dull, as if they were made by famous craftsmen, and the cold light is restrained.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Yu had already stepped into the fourth order, comparable to a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

"Tsk."

Jin Yu screamed with excitement and screamed sharply, spread his wings, turned into a streamer, and stopped on Jing Qing's shoulder.

At the moment of contact with Jin Yu, Jing Qing clearly felt a hot spiritual power boiling, as if he was going to burn the world to the ground.

"It is worthy of being a spirit beast with the blood of Vermilion Bird, the potential of the Golden Feather Flame, I am afraid that it is far beyond my imagination, and I will have to cultivate it in this area in the future."

Jing Qing thought to himself and cut off the three scorpion tails of the scorpion-tailed beast.