Death is indeed not terrible, what is terrible is that life is worse than death.

At this moment, the Heavenly Martial King is worse than death.

He was like a walking corpse at the moment, unable to control his breathing.

Although the Dao text of the Tao Te Ching can protect his body from collapsing, it cannot protect his meridians.

At this moment, his meridians were as fragile as a piece of paper, and they were scarred, and the blood flowed through the pain.

Yin Ming said, "Don't regret it in a hurry, now is the most important time." ”

After stripping away the internal force, it is time to reshape his meridians.

That's the whole point.

If his meridians had an accident in the process, then he would undoubtedly become a real waste.

King Tianwu glanced at Yin Ming and said with a wry smile, "I regret it... Regret is impossible ... Regret it..."

"It's just too... It's so sinful..."

To make a soul who has been sleeping for six hundred years say this, you can imagine his pain.

Yin Ming didn't wait for him to continue speaking, and waved his hand to pull the two qi back from his body.

Then he leaned forward with both palms, and the Tao Te Ching immediately appeared in front of him.

I saw the glittering Tao Te Ching floating around the Heavenly Martial King in the void, and the Great Dao words were scattered around his body.

The Taoist health care strategy is comparable to other texts.

Most of the health preservation in the medical Tao depends on external objects.

Taoism, on the other hand, is purely dependent on qi.

At this time, Yin Ming once again poured a Wen Qi into the body of the Heavenly Martial King, which was still his Origin Wen Qi, but this Wen Qi was much thicker than the previous Wen Qi.

Seeing Wen Qi entering his body, King Tianwu's face was bloody, and an extremely strong resistance came out of his body.

The Tao Te Ching shook, and the words that originally surrounded him shook instantly.

Yin Ming waved his pen violently, and the words of the Great Dao were suppressed towards him like a mountain.

Suddenly, the aura boiled, and the resistance in the Heavenly Martial King's body became more and more serious.

The process of reshaping is to change the meridians that have been adapted to the internal force to become able to adapt to the cultural qi.

It's extremely simple to say, but it's not really like that.

Because the meridians that have adapted to the internal force are impossible to adapt to the Wenqi in a short period of time.

Otherwise, so many Wendao disciples would not have cultivated Wenqi step by step.

The Heavenly Martial King could no longer cultivate his temperament step by step, because he was a person who had already reached the Saint King.

For those who have reached this realm, the meridians in their bodies have already been qualitative, and they are unable to cultivate Wenqi at all.

Therefore, if you want to reshape the meridians, you have to extract all the characteristics of the internal forces in the meridians.

As a result, this is even more painful than just stripping off the internal force.

The sweat of the Heavenly Martial King soaked him all over, the painful expression on his face had stiffened, he couldn't bite his teeth apart, and his eyes were already deep, and he was extremely old.

But Yin Ming didn't stop, and Wu Zi reshaped his meridians with no supreme energy.

This process was quite long and difficult, and Yin Ming's forehead couldn't help but sweat.

The resistance in the Heavenly Martial King's body was too serious, beyond Yin Ming's imagination.

If it weren't for Yin Ming's promotion to the Holy King and his literary spirit, I am afraid that King Tianwu would have already died, and even the Tao Te Ching would not be able to protect him.

......

In Tianyuan City, in front of the statue of the Wendao Patriarch in front of the Tianyuan Academy Square.

The huge square was now full of people, and a young man with his hands and feet tied was curled up on the ground and shivering.

Looking at the appearance of the young man, he was only in his early twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he was extremely handsome.

But for some reason, he was tied up here at this moment.

Yang Ziming and Bai Yan came to the crowd, and a Confucian disciple reported to Yang Ziming, "This person infiltrated the city three months ago, and investigated the city in many ways, and we suspect that he is a spy." ”

Yang Ziming raised his head when he heard this, and waved his hand to bring people into the Heavenly Academy.

Seeing this, the literati disciples in the square all dispersed, and there was no disturbance because of this incident.

In the Heavenly Academy, Yang Ziming and Bai Yan both looked at the young man.

But what made them very strange was that this person had no internal force fluctuations, nor any civility, he seemed to be just an ordinary person, and he was an ordinary person without any cultivation.

But the more this is the case, the more strange Yang Ziming feels.

Today, on the thousand-yuan continent, how can there be ordinary people.

Even ordinary people will have more or less civility in their bodies.

But this man didn't have the slightest.

Yang Ziming frowned and looked at Bai Yan, as if asking for his opinion.

Who knew that Bai Yan smiled coldly, raised his hand and waved a palm, only to see that Wen Qi rushed straight towards the young man.

Suddenly, the expression on the young man's face changed suddenly, and he was full of horror.

The next moment, the young man's body suddenly changed drastically, his limbs turned into two feet in a puff of green smoke, and his body turned into the appearance of a monster, with wings on his back whirring, and the demonic aura was compelling!

"It's a youkai!"

Many literati disciples in the Heavenly Academy shouted.

In today's Tianyuan City, there are still monsters who dare to sneak in!

Yang Ziming frowned and looked at the monster, and asked word by word, "What are you doing in my Terran Holy Land?"

In fact, he knew that he was asking this sentence in vain, because since this monster had the courage to come, it must have the determination to die.

Sure enough, the monster glanced at Yang Ziming, his face was full of bloodthirsty killing intent, and he didn't say anything at all.

Bai Yan sneered again, his palm cut horizontally, and his literary aura pierced the void, and one of the monster's wings suddenly fell to the ground!

"Shhh

A roar of gritted teeth came from the monster's mouth, and the killing intent in his eyes was even worse.

But at this moment, Bai Yan suddenly let out a "huh".

Yang Ziming hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Bai Yan shook his head slightly, and flicked his hand to collect the wisp of breath that had just been sprinkled in the air.

Yang Ziming stepped forward, his eyes condensed slightly on the breath, and his face suddenly changed.

"What do you have to do with the ghost clan!"

This breath is not demonic energy, but yin energy!

Bai Yan was once subjected to yin qi because of the battle with Long Wen, and he was naturally very sensitive to yin qi.

Just now he waved his hand to break one of the wings of this monster, and wisps of yin qi suddenly appeared in his body, and Bai Yan felt strange at this time.

Could it be that this monster in front of you is also a member of the ghost clan?

Thinking of this, Bai Yan struck again, and countless yin qi suddenly appeared from the monster's body!

"He's not a monster, he's a ghost!"

Yang Ziming affirmed.

Bai Yan nodded thoughtfully, "People can fall into the ghost path after they die, and monsters must also fall into the ghost path after they die." ”

"Since they dare to enter the city to inquire about the news, the Demon Ring must be in danger. ”

"Where's the Master?"

Bai Yan asked suddenly.

The Wendao disciple on the side hurriedly replied, "It's still in retreat." ”

Hearing this, Bai Yan immediately turned his head to look at Yang Ziming.

Yang Ziming understood, nodded and said, "I'll immediately gather the other leaders." ”