Time passed, and before I knew it, three days had passed.

Jing Qing was so quietly cultivating and feeling.

It wasn't until he couldn't bear the hunger in his stomach that he slowly put away the light of the spiritual root, dispersed the spiritual energy around his body, and guided the spiritual power circulating around his body to return to the dantian.

The spiritual power cultivated by Quenching Feng Jue was like a surging flood, flowing towards the dantian, and even radiating from the tiny pores around the body, which was extremely sharp.

Lifted the dirt around him, scraped the turf off, and even the shabby linen clothes on his body were torn to pieces by the spiritual power that had no dead ends, and floated in the air like a butterfly.

Although there was no one around, Jing Qing was still a little embarrassed.

Quickly snatched a relatively wide piece of cloth, tied it to an awkward place, and then stretched out a finger, and a stream of spiritual power flowed out along the tendons, swallowing and spitting at the fingertips.

With a flick of his fingers, the spiritual power spurted out like a bullet, cutting across the ground in front of him, and a burst of extremely fine powder spread out from the surface of the land, a thin line as deep as half an inch, extending forward for dozens of meters, before gradually becoming shallower and disappearing.

"Such a strong power, pure spiritual power, no specific way to use it, can also cause such an amazing destructive power, what if you learn sword tricks and swordsmanship? What kind of power can it exert? ”

"Sword cultivation, it is worthy of being known as a sword to break ten thousand laws, and he really didn't brag."

Realizing the purer, sword-sharp spiritual power, Jing Qing sighed, and a faint look of regret appeared on his face.

These three days of non-stop cultivation have indeed put the cultivation of "Pure Feng Jue" on the right track.

But I don't know if it's because of talent, or if a Dao heart that cultivates swords is not firm enough.

Every time the exercise runs for a week, Jing Qing can feel that there is a thin layer of diaphragm on the surface of the spiritual power, as long as he steps on it, it is the fifth layer of qi training.

But whenever Jing Qing was ready to puncture that film and break through the bottleneck, his spiritual power would always be insufficient, and he would even forcibly withdraw from the cultivation state, and finally ended in failure.

What the hell is going on, Jing Qing, who is strict in cultivating immortals, doesn't know either.

"That's it, so be it for now."

"Find a way to get the map first, there is definitely a place for such a big sect as the Sword Forest Sect to hide all kinds of classics, maybe you can find the cause of the problem."

Thinking of this huge sect, the elixirs, swords, and classics that may be hidden in it, Jing Qing completely abandoned the unwillingness in his heart, and his heart was full of fire.

That's the foundation of a sect, just like Jingqing, a hillbilly, also knows that it is definitely a wealth that he can't imagine, even if he only gets the remnants of it, it is enough to make people feel shocked.

"Goo."

Just when Jing Qing was full of joy and wanted to find the main building complex of the Sword Forest Gate immediately to loot, the strong hunger made him have to temporarily dispel this idea.

A monk in the Qi cultivation period can't skip eating, you know, except for Jing Qingsheng who ate a few thumb-sized small fish in the dark river, he hasn't eaten, if he were an ordinary person, he would have been so hungry that he couldn't move.

"Let's continue to eat fish, and by the way, realize the power of spiritual power."

Jing Qing smacked his mouth twice, ran to the small stream by the ridge, and jumped in.

The water in the stream is all out of the dark river, the water quality is clear, and there is no one to catch it for many years, so it is easy to catch a lot.

The water splashed, and Jing Qing suddenly found that there were many round, pearl-sized things under his feet, and he laboriously picked up one and saw that it was actually the fruit of the red copper spike, but it was already half rotten, and it was much lighter.

"It seems that no matter how hard things are, they can't withstand the power of time!"

"But it's not surprising, although these plants are very similar to metal, they are essentially plants, and decay is a normal thing."

Jing Qing sighed with emotion, and was about to throw away the red copper spike, but there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he was suddenly stunned:

"If the reason why I can't refine ripe xenomorph fruits into sword weapons is because I don't have enough spiritual power, then what about these rotten ones? You can always smelt it. ”

The sun rises in the east, and the brilliant haze sweeps away a snowstorm, a bright morning.

After eating the grilled fish, Jing Qing, who had slept for a whole day, sat cross-legged in the spiritual field, squinted his eyes, greeted the light of the morning sun, and quietly breathed.

For a long time, when he felt that his spirit had reached its peak, he grabbed it in front of him without hesitation, and a small handful of red copper-colored broken particles fell into his hand, which was the rotten red copper spike fruit he had cleaned out of the river the night before.

Holding the red copper spike tightly with his arm against the ground, Jing Qing mobilized his spiritual power, and after doing a few laps of Da Zhou Tian, he controlled the spiritual power of his whole body to rush towards the red copper spike in his palm.

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nbsp; The spiritual power is surging like the waves, and the sharp breath is revealed, but there is a clear distinction between each trace.

The Buddha is a small sword weapon with a small handle, rampage through its body, making a faint crackling sound, as if it is about to crush the veins that bind them.

The aura is like a sword, going back and forth endlessly, endlessly, where it passes, it enters the storm and crosses, and the breath of destruction is reflected in the spiritual consciousness, straight into the soul, and shakes the heart.

This is the spiritual power of sword cultivation, powerful, but unruly, if you don't have a single-minded, even crazy sword cultivation heart, it is impossible to endure that kind of pain.

"Go!"

Under Jing Qing's control, the roaring spiritual power instantly dispersed, turning into a fierce qi, rushing out of the body through the pores and directly piercing into the grains of red copper spikes.

As soon as the spiritual power entered the red copper spike, it was like a boulder falling into a pool, setting off a monstrous wave, and the inside of the thousands of crimson particles was suddenly unstable.

All the impurities that have been decayed by time are like a layer of black ash leaving the surface of the red copper spike, leaving only the pure red copper essence in the palm of the hand.

Sword cultivation does not refine weapons, but the swords in their hands are refined by themselves, because only they know what kind of sword is most suitable for them.

Only the sword that has been refined by one's own hands can truly be one with one's own mind and spirit, and one hundred percent, or even one hundred and fifteen percent, can exert one's strongest strength.

Sword cultivation swords, no need for furnace ding, no need for spiritual fire.

Because they themselves are furnace dings, and their own sharp spiritual power can completely replace the spiritual fire and quench the impurities in the materials.

"Okay, I'm so tired, it takes so much spiritual power just to refine the materials, what should I do when I condense the sword form?"

When he really started refining, Jing Qing knew that it was not easy to refine the sword, and he really thought it was too easy.

Barely dragging the heavy red copper spike, a large amount of spiritual power poured into it.

But it's like a river pouring into a wide sea.

Jing Qing's spiritual power only splashed some water, and before it could make waves, it was consumed, which made him have to invest spiritual power all the time.

Because once the supply of spiritual power is cut off, the magazine in the red copper spike will be entangled with the essence in it forever if it is not refined, and unless it takes dozens of times more energy to refine it again, it will become a completely useless waste.

However, with Jingqing's cultivation of the third layer of Qi training, the spiritual power in the dantian only reached 50,000 drops at most, compared to the millions of drops of spiritual power in the tenth layer of Qi training, it was simply a drop in the ocean.

It's just that at the beginning, the emptiness of being evacuated in the dantian made him panic.

Soon, the intermittent transmission of spiritual power was finally completely exhausted, and there was a soft "bang" in his hand, and a pinprick-like tingling sensation came out, and the cavity was full of a pungent burnt smell.

Jing Qing sighed, opened his eyes, spread his palms, and there was a pool of black black charcoal lying on it.