(Come to the monthly pass quickly, give the little zongzi strength)

"I don't know what he will look like when he comes out eight days later?" Bai Yulou said with a smile, as if guessing something, his face was full of relief.

"It's still a question of whether we can come out of it. Bai Yushan smiled.

After eight days of blackroom confinement, most people either couldn't bear a nervous breakdown or simply cut themselves off.

"It's boring. ”

On the first day, Chen Zong practiced the true sword heavenly mastery, drew his sword and practiced swordsmanship, but unfortunately the space in the black room was not large, and the practice of swordsmanship was not much restricted, and the five senses were blurred, touching the wall from time to time, echoing and vibrating, constantly impacting the eardrums, once or twice or three times were fine, but if there were more, they would feel very annoyed and had to stop.

The next day, Chen Zong began to feel bored.

Looking at it with both eyes, it was darkness, even if it was the strong light brought by the Eight Styles of the True Sword, it was swallowed up by the darkness so that it was almost invisible, and the perception was blurred, and the grasp of the distance became chaotic, unable to grasp it well, which was not conducive to cultivation.

Darkness and loneliness erode the heart little by little.

"Forget it, let's still cultivate. Chen Zong said to himself, his voice echoing through the dark room, coming in and out of his ears.

Calm down, cultivate the True Sword Heaven Absolute Skill, the qi and blood are like a sword running in the body over and over again, the grade of the True Sword Heaven Absolute Skill surpasses the human level, and the cultivation speed of the third layer is extremely amazing, but unfortunately, the cultivation of any exercise must have a basis, and it is impossible to generate power out of thin air.

Chen Zong only entered the black room with some energy pills this time, he could only guarantee that he would not be starved to death, if he wanted to improve his cultivation, it was very difficult and difficult, you must know that the cultivation of the power of qi and blood would consume the energy of the body, and the energy of the body would be replenished through food or pills, and the energy pills for the seventh layer of the qi and blood realm would at most replenish physical strength to resist hunger, and there would be no help in cultivation.

It can be said that the people who were punished for being confined in the black house did not dare to cultivate the power of qi and blood at all, and once they cultivated, they would consume the energy of the body, and if they were not replenished, they would either starve to death in the end, or die of blood exhaustion, which was very miserable.

If you can't cultivate, and there are even fewer ways to get rid of that kind of darkness and loneliness, you will inevitably feel troubled, and eventually you can't bear it and have a mental breakdown.

It can be said that the punishment of confinement in the black room seems to be quite serious, but if you think about it carefully, you know that it is very serious and interlocking.

Chen Zong was glad that he had obtained the Sinking Blood Jade Essence and had not sold it yet, otherwise he would not have dared to cultivate the True Sword Heaven Absolute Skill, after all, the True Sword Heaven Absolute Skill surpassed the human level, and the cultivation effect was extremely amazing, and similarly, its effect of absorbing body energy was also very amazing.

A large amount of pure blood qi continued to pour into the body with the operation of the True Sword Heavenly Skill, increasing the qi and blood little by little.

The birth of Sinking Blood Jade is very difficult, it must have jade, and it has been soaked in a large amount of blood for many years, ordinary blood is not enough, it must be the blood of a warrior or a demon beast.

Think about it, the pure blood qi contained in one or two Sinking Blood Jade is completely guided, which is equivalent to the power of qi and blood produced by a seventh-layer martial artist of the Qi and Blood Realm who has been cultivating continuously for two or three months, and the birth of the Sinking Blood Jade Essence is hundreds of times more difficult than that of Sinking Blood Jade, and it is only the lowest guess to say that it is worth a hundred times.

The piece of Sinking Blood Jade Essence that Chen Zong obtained weighed more than one tael and less than two taels, but the pure blood qi contained in it far exceeded that of Sinking Blood Jade by more than a hundred times in terms of quantity and quality, and it also had a characteristic that when worn with him, he would naturally absorb the power of qi and blood emitted by his body and replenish himself.

Every martial artist, with strong qi and blood, there will always be a small part of it that naturally emanates, which is the natural consumption of the body, which is equivalent to waste, but the blood jade essence will absorb this consumption, replenish itself, and then feed back to Chen Zong, forming a cycle.

Chen Zong estimated that the pure blood qi contained in this piece of Sinking Blood Jade Essence was enough to allow him to cultivate to the ninth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, and there was still a lot left.

Absorbing the Pure Blood Qi cultivation of the Sinking Blood Jade Essence is better than taking the Beast Blood Pill, after all, the Beast Blood Pill has impurities, and the Sinking Blood Jade Essence has no impurities, and it is extremely pure.

Two hours later, Chen Zong had to stop cultivating, and his body was a little unbearable, but the pure blood qi of the Sinking Blood Jade Essence would still automatically enter his body, but it would not cause a burden, which meant that he was cultivating all the time, and his cultivation was approaching the late stage of the seventh layer of the Qi and Blood Realm.

"Now, what are you going to do?" Chen Zong thought.

Staying in the dark room, I feel very bored, the practice of the exercises is limited, I can't leave, the ice and fire film paste can't be brought in, according to the normal situation, it should be sword practice, but the five senses are blurred, and the space is limited, which is not conducive to sword practice.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Zong repeated.

When you think about it, it doesn't seem like there's anything you can do.

"Sleep well. ”

He just closed his eyes, didn't think about anything, leaned against the wall, and planned to sleep, but the wall was made of steel, which was very cold and uncomfortable to sleep.

On the third day, the feeling of boredom is even stronger.

In the past, the martial artists who were punished and confined in the black room began to be irritable on the second day, and the level of irritability rose to a certain level on the third day, and under the accumulation, if they could not properly adjust their mentality, they would break out on the same day or the fourth day, and their spirits would collapse, and it would take a long time to recover.

It was another two-hour True Sword Heavenly Skill, and Chen Zong tried to practice the sword.

The five senses were blurred, the sense of distance was blurred, the sword was accidentally stabbed on the stainless steel wall, the sword body trembled, and the piercing sound echoed endlessly, as if the magic sound penetrated the brain, making Chen Zong very uncomfortable.

Chen Zong didn't believe in evil, continued to practice the sword, and touched it several times, the dazzling sound was endless, and a kind of irritability couldn't help but rise in his heart, and he quickly stopped, took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and tried his best to calm down and get rid of distracting thoughts.

"Forget it, don't practice swords first, just get used to it here first, and grasp the distance. ”

With nothing to do, Chen Zong can only do this, find something to do, and dispel this darkness and loneliness.

Walk slowly in the black room, measure and feel the size of the black room with your own hands and feet, and thoroughly explore it.

People have environmental adaptability, but some people are more powerful and some people are poor, Chen Zong, who was transformed by the mysterious sword tip, is even more outstanding among the former, and can quickly adapt to different environments.

With a heart, soon, the entire black room was explored clearly, although the five senses are still very vague, but the sense of distance has become a lot clearer, this is a very boring thing, Chen Zong got rid of all distractions, immersed in it.

I started practicing, this time I practiced boxing.

Fists and swords are different, but they have something in common.

But it is undeniable that for normal people, it will be easier to practice boxing than to practice swords, because boxing is long on the body, is integrated, and easier to control, and the sword is extended, with different lengths and thicknesses.

It is easier to practice boxing in this dark room than to practice sword, especially since Chen Zong himself has cultivated the tiger power fist technique to the subtle realm, and his control of the sword is very subtle, and he can better control his own strength.

After a few punches, Chen Zong's grasp of the distance became clearer, and even the five senses seemed to have recovered a little, but it was not obvious.

The good thing is that the mind begins to really calm down, and there is no longer the feeling of emptiness and irritability that I had before, thinking about the shortcomings of my swordsmanship, seeing if there is anything that can be improved, etc., or recalling past battles.

At night, the temperature drops, and the steel in the black room becomes even colder, but fortunately, there is a heavy blood jade essence, which constantly urges the qi and blood to run and dispel the cold.

On the fourth day, Chen Zong didn't have the boredom he had before, because he found a way to solve it.

Practice the sword again.

At the beginning, it was inevitable that he would touch the stainless steel wall, and the harsh sound was endless, disturbing Chen Zong, but fortunately, his mentality slowly adjusted and was not affected too much.

Anyway, he couldn't see anything, Chen Zong simply closed his eyes, which would make him feel better, and his grasp of the distance around him seemed to be a little clearer.

Gradually, the sword touched the steel wall less and less.

The swordsmanship that Chen Zong practiced was very simple, that is, the basic eighteen styles and several foundation-building swordsmanship.

Under cultivation, the sword light brought by the Eight True Sword Styles slowly became clearer.

When you are hungry, you take energy pills, when you are thirsty, you drink a little water, you don't eat other food, there are almost no impurities in your body, and the three urgency is not a problem, otherwise it is estimated that it will stink, which is also the reason why the body of the martial artist is stronger, and it is definitely not possible to replace it with ordinary people.

On the fifth day, Chen Zong cultivated as usual, and there was no need to practice his sword carefully, he could swing freely as usual, and his five senses were still blurred, but his grasp of the distance of the surrounding space was further improved, and he would not touch the stainless steel walls of the black room, which was obviously a definite progress.

On the sixth day, Chen Zong felt irritable again.

Without warning, it suddenly appeared for no reason, unable to cultivate qi and blood with peace of mind, unable to cultivate swordsmanship with peace of mind, even if it was difficult to solve it with all its might, like a wave of tide swept in one after another.

"It's boring. ”

"How so. ”

"Is there anyone? ”

"Let me out. ”

In the black room, Chen Zong yelled and screamed, trying his best to vent, his fists bombarded the stainless steel wall, and his heart seemed to be burning with an evil fire.

No one responded, and the evil fire seemed to burn more and more vigorously, almost mad.

Punching and kicking, the hot pain of both fists, drawing the sword, slashing sword after sword on the stainless steel wall, the piercing sound was about to pierce the eardrum and tear the mind, which made Chen Zong even more irritable, but there was an inexplicable pleasure, and he couldn't stop at all.

It wasn't until he was exhausted that Chen Zong lay on the ground, gasping for air.

The time in the dark room felt very long, and every second seemed to be extended by ten times and dozens of times, making it even more difficult.

Finally survived the sixth day, but Chen Zong's sense of time became even more vague, and he became unaware of how much time had passed.

Here, it is always pitch black, and it is difficult to feel the passage of time, and it is precisely because of this that it will make the minds of the warriors who enter the black room confined more confused, otherwise, if you can know the passage of time, you will at least know how long you will have to leave the black room, and there is a thought in your heart, which is equivalent to a little more hope.