Feng Xiaohan sat on the animal skin, feeling the surging vitality in his body, and he clenched his hands. Aware that the divine power is still the same, but the power has changed somewhat.

Feng Xiaohan groaned for a moment, picked up the corner of the animal skin, and exerted himself slightly.

I only heard the sound of "tearing", like the sound of cloth leather tearing, and the tough snow wolf fur was torn like waste paper. Although he could tear the wolf skin of the demon beast with his bare hands before tonight, it would never be so easy.

This does not mean that his power has become stronger, but that in those changes his power has become more concentrated.

For example, a craftsman wielding a hammer to strike a willow wood can only leave some marks on the board, but if he hits a nail with a hammer, he can easily break through the board.

Another example is that women in the countryside often vent their anger by slapping them, and the faces of the people who are beaten are hot and painful. But if you wield a kitchen knife with the same force, you can easily kill someone.

This is the power after the concentration of power, and it is also the strength method that Feng Xiaohan has fully realized tonight.

Some subtle changes that are difficult to describe in words seem to make his strength no longer brute force, and every muscle in his body is more meaningful as it shifts in tension and relaxation.

But what is more important is the change of the vitality in his body, those spiritual qi continue to enter his body, slowly running in the meridians, as long as his thoughts move slightly, or his attention is slightly concentrated in this area, these spiritual qi will run rapidly and turn into vitality.

Reiki is an extremely active force, but it seems to be wrapped in a shell, and it cannot directly exert its power like Yuanqi, and practitioners need to disintegrate this shell in the meridians before they can obtain Yuanqi and use it for cultivation.

The process of disintegration is often referred to as the transformation of spirits, and usually the process of transforming spirits is very arduous and requires at least a few weeks of practice, but it does not seem to be a problem for him.

By the time the aura passed through his body, the outer shell had already been diluted and became extremely fragile, and it would take less than half a week to get a more refined vitality.

This makes Feng Xiaohan's cultivation not need to enter the ethereal realm like He Xirou. He only needs to think about running the meridian route of the vitality to transform the spirit.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his body, and he looked at himself.

The sages of the human race once said that the human body is like the world.

One bone, one mountain and one river, one vein and one river, flesh and bone are the earth, and blood is donated to cast the sky.

The bones that radiate golden glow are towering mountains, and the complex labyrinthine meridians are wide rivers. And his vitality is the water of the stream, flowing on the earth composed of flesh and bones, not thick, but it is pure and smart.

Feng Xiaohan went all the way down those rivers and found a mountain, only to see a huge cave at the bottom of the mountain, the cave house had two gates, and the stream of vitality flowed out of the slightly open door.

One word flashed through his mind: Qi Sea Dantian. This is where those streams originate, and where they end. And those two gates are called: "The pylorus." ”

This cave is called the Youfu, and the mountain is the Dantian Cave.

The aura absorbed in the meridians makes the stream thicker and stronger after being transformed into a spirit, and when it returns to the dantian, it will hit the door a little, and so on repeatedly makes the gap between the two gates bigger and bigger.

Until the door of the pylorus is opened, the divine consciousness enters the sea of qi through the gate of the secluded mansion, so that the divine consciousness is released and the heaven and the earth are perceived.

This process is called cave ghosting.

Above the realm of the spirit is the realm of caves.

He had never been exposed to this common sense, or rather knowledge, but as soon as his mind came here, he knew it all, and understood its meaning perfectly.

He wondered why.

So he took his divine consciousness back to the sea of consciousness, and the sea of spiritual consciousness is like the real sea in his consciousness, where all the memories, knowledge, and will of the practitioner are stored and woven into the divine consciousness to form the sea, which is the sea of consciousness.

Feng Xiaohan's consciousness body floated on the surface of the sea, looking around, looking for something.

When he found out that the golden mangs had been completely integrated with the sea of knowledge, he finally understood that all this knowledge was taught to him with that book and that golden mang.

It's like Guo Mingzhe's finger between his eyebrows, directly teaching himself the human language. This kind of miraculous ability is close to supernatural powers, and there are only a handful of people in the world who can use it.

But it's just a book.,It's still picked up by myself and used to burn the fire.,I actually have this ability.,The person who wants to write this book is also a great power.。

Feng Xiaohan thought about it, the strongest person he had ever seen was Guo Mingzhe, this great power was at least no worse than Guo Mingzhe, so what he left behind was naturally extremely precious.

He opened his eyes, a glint flashing in them, and then he closed them again.

This time, he wanted to figure out what else the golden mangband had to do besides those changes.

He didn't use his divine sense, just a simple recollection, since those things have become knowledge and the sea of knowledge into one, then it should be like a memory, you can deliberately recall it.

As if with a flash of inspiration, all those knowledge emerged, and a series of words composed of sentences echoed in his ears, these were the common sense of cultivation given to him by Jin Mang, as well as the mantra of Wan Yan's magical powers.

Feng Xiaohan tasted all these things, opened his eyes, and muttered: "Ten thousand powers, ten thousand laws." According to these sayings, this method is the essence of all the Dao methods in the world, or the Great Dao itself. All the Dharma is derived from the Great Dao and exists for the sake of enlightenment, so if you master the foundation of the Dao, you will naturally be able to learn all the Dharma in the world. ”

He thought about it for a while, and then said to himself: "Or ...... Is it a copy of all methods?"

Feng Xiaohan pushed open the door, and the creaking sound woke up some sleeping spirit insects, and let out a slight sound.

He looked at the moon in the night, felt the breeze on his cheeks, and took a deep breath.

The vitality in the body followed the fingertips and blended into the fine wind, and it really went away with the wind like this, ethereal and ethereal, like a real fine wind, even Feng Xiaohan himself couldn't tell which was his own vitality and which was the real wind.

Then he held his breath and slowly clenched his fists as he imagined the winter in the Savage Realm, those biting cold winds, the wind and snow that could blow out the fire of the soul.

Suddenly, the cold wind in the garden was blowing, and the sound of the wind sounded again, and the clear song of the spirit insect turned into a wail.

The ground under Feng Xiaohan's feet turned snow-white, becoming a hard frozen soil, and a layer of ice crystals condensed on the surface, crystal clear, and looked extremely poignant in the moonlight.

"Whew~!"

The breath he finally exhaled was incomparably hot.

This is the summer of the wilderness, the sun is in the sky, the river dries up in an instant, leaving only a shallow channel, the earth is scorched into sand, and everything withers until it burns out.

The frozen ground beneath his feet began to dry and hot.

The transformation of the poles of ice and fire was only between his breaths.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the sleeves with obvious burn marks, and the smell of burning hair came from the tip of his nose again, and laughed.

He was smiling very happily,

This magical ability, which is so powerful that it can even imitate the power of nature, and copy all things at will, has won his pleasure.

The stinky dragon once said,

Nature is the most ferocious demon beast.