When I finally climbed to the place where there was light, I saw a milky white plant with a reishi appearance, half the size of a palm, emitting a white hazy light, and the whole cave was shrouded in a mysterious white halo.

Taking out the pattern sent by Xu Fu from his pocket, Zheng Dong was sure that this was the immortal grass.

After a few seconds, he couldn't support his body anymore, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground on his back, and the pain caused him to lose consciousness.

I don't know how long later, there was a little coldness on his face, which turned into a trace of electricity that traveled all over his body, activating his remaining consciousness, he woke up, tried to open his eyes, and found that the cold feeling came from the condensed water droplets on the stalactites on the top of the cave, no wonder his forehead was wet.

His throat and eyes were burning, his mouth was dry and he was about to suffocate, so he used all his strength to kick the ground with his feet, barely finding the location of the droplets of water, and catching a drop of water.

The first drop moisturized the chapped lips, and the other drop in the mouth, a trace of coolness and sweetness melted into the internal organs, and the body had a refreshing and numb crispy feeling, and the pain was reduced a lot.

After drinking enough water, Zheng Dong felt that most of his body had recovered, and this water had a healing effect. The place where the undead grass is located is really magical, and these liquids dripping from the stalactites are also moisturizing the undead grass for many years.

This water is precious, no matter what, to bring some back, Zheng Dong untied the kettle that was almost empty on his waist, aimed the spout of the kettle at the place where the water droplets fell, and began to collect.

After resting cross-legged for a while, the pain in his body disappeared completely, and suddenly, there was a restless force in his body, and the more he suppressed, the more he had a tendency to explode.

Zheng Dong recalled one of the "Supreme Enlightenment Sutras", teaching people how to meditate, and after calming down a little, he silently recited the mantra to guide the mysterious power in the body, which gradually turned into zero, and dredged up to the limbs and veins little by little.

Like a turbulent river flowing to the vast earth, it splits into a trickle in a blink of an eye, moistening the thirsty land, and then radiates full of vitality, budding, growing, ripening, and looking at it, the green of the eyes is silent, gathering a huge life force, and then converted into a steady stream of energy, so that it can provide the greatest support for the strengthening of body functions.

Breakthrough!

It's like a red sun tearing through the black curtain before dawn, the light dispels the darkness, leaving a piece of clarity in the mind, and the thoughts span the ancient and modern, overlooking all beings, and there is a domineering spirit that reigns over the world.

When he opened the Heavenly Eye, he turned his head and saw his round of protective aura, half of which was light blue flames and half silver flames.

He has been upgraded from the early stage of light blue to the middle stage of light blue!

I wanted to get up and move my legs and feet, but the mysterious power in my body began to rush left and right again, if it weren't for the previous upgrade that had broadened his meridians, it was very likely that he would explode and die now.

Sit upright, go with the flow, and continue to guide the power of the wilderness in your body. It is like a glacier collapsing, flooding, destroying the newly formed rivers, washing out the channels of the great rivers, and then all the way to the east, rolling eastward, finally merging into a vast ocean.

Second breakthrough!

At this time, he clearly felt that his whole body exuded a majestic momentum like the sea, with the terrifying and deep power of the ocean, and the aura of the protective body completely turned into light blue, and he upgraded to the peak of light blue!

In the case of near-death, he was reborn, and he was able to break through continuously, as the so-called "not broken, not standing", because of the blessing of disguise, and the injuries on his body were completely healed.

After he stood up and stretched his body, he jumped lightly, and he could touch the top of the cave five or six zhang high, and the legendary peerless light skill was nothing more than that.

At the moment of jumping, he saw words carved on the stone wall, which he would not have found if he hadn't been in mid-air, and they were carved into the stone wall more than three feet above the ground.

The font is elegant and chic, and it is even sharper, like a scratch on a sword, and the three big characters on the far right, "Cutting the Sky Knife".

From left to right are the names, formulas and patterns of each move, slashing people, slashing beasts, slaying ghosts, slaying demons, slaying demons, slaying immortals, slashing gods, a total of seven styles.

In the slashing pattern, there is a scene of a man fighting a giant, indicating that this knife technique is not against mortals. The beast in the beast slashing style has never been seen, and the image is more like an ancient giant beast, and the other moves are obviously against the creatures of the four-dimensional space.

The improvement of the Dao method also improved his learning ability, and after reading it only three times, he could not forget it and could learn it immediately, and the rest was the proficiency process.

There is also a limerick poem at the back, and the inscription is a jade real person.

Forty-eight thousand years old, everything in the world can be seen clearly. Black and white is, and there is no fish to check and no fugitives. Good and evil come and evil come and evil, good and evil exist in one thought. Demons and monsters are inexhaustible, and the reincarnation of heaven spares anyone. Nosy things have to be managed, and the horizontal knife is willing to hear about injustice. Just ask what sadness is, and it is difficult to continue when fate gathers and disperses. ”

Zheng Dong looked at this poem a little inexplicably, but he could feel that Yuqing Zhenren was a person with a story.

The tiger roaring knife on his back vibrated slightly in the scabbard, and after it was pulled out, the cold light shone and "buzzed".