Now Zhou Hao's cultivation is like a furnace, and he is satisfied, but the thirty-six meridian acupoints are the key, and the thirty-three injuries are still the same, but they are no longer worsening, but the Baihui acupoints and the springs of his feet are supernatural and natural.

Baihui acupoint has become a vital core point on Zhou Hao's body since he practiced the breath of pure yang, coupled with the leyline qi of the spring of his feet, two different attributes, but the purest spiritual power essence, like two grinding discs that continue to refine spiritual power, refining every bit of spiritual energy at all times.

If you use water to compare spiritual power, then at the time of the initial practice, the spiritual power that the monk refines and stores is some heaven and earth aura that imprints its own breath, and with the accumulation of exercises, after the foundation is built, this aura will be further compressed and become a mist-like existence, and can be recycled back and forth, forming a spiritual power vortex in the dantian, which is the foundation, the foundation is not broken, and the spiritual power is continuous.

Even if the monk exhausts his aura, as long as the dantian is intact, he can slowly recover, of course, this needs to be supplemented by the outside world as an aid. And the Jindan monk is the real inner refining heaven and earth, the Jindan is a fountain of spiritual power, even if there is no external spiritual power, the Jindan will continue to accumulate spiritual power on its own, wash the monk's body, and cast immortality.

And although Zhou Hao said that because of the exercises, coupled with coincidence, he refined Shetun and achieved the inner world, but the spiritual power is still like the foundation building system, practicing qi into spiritual mist, gathering mist into liquid, but there is no liquid moist golden pill afterward, but in the dantian world to give birth to the spirit god of heaven and earth.

Such as fire spirits, wood spirits, earth spirits, etc., fire spirits transform into shapes, earth spirits become mountains, gold spirits play swords, water spirits turn rivers and seas, only wood spirits always make Zhou Hao's heart uneasy.

At this moment, at the three branches, the dazzling stars continued to shine like a cloud, and then a trace of scorching pure yang breath and the qi of the earth's leylines like nine shadows rose and swayed in the dantian world.

The long-dormant embodiment of the fire spirit seems to have awakened, and its colors are constantly changing and intertwining, as if it is pregnant with new power. And above the earth, the mountains and rivers surge, ups and downs, and more detailed terrain is constantly formed.

With all these great changes, the world of dantian seems to be constantly evolving, becoming more intimate and more real and round. In the Hanhai, not only Zhou Hao is constantly moving forward, but also the foreign face and shadow pair are full of gorgeous and extremely gorgeous, like a cloud of fire, constantly burning out the nasty fog.

is worthy of being the lady of the sky of the six-pin family, for this piece of Hanhai, the Wanyan family of the six-pin family naturally has its records, and Wanyan Yingshuang also knows the hidden dangers, but when he sees the hunting, he has long been unable to care about the records in the clan, and only wants to chase the prey.

"Hmph, stinky boy, when my aunt catches up, I won't pick your skin. "Unlike Zhou Hao, at the beginning of Wan Yan Yingshuang's rush into the mist of the Hanhai Sea, he sacrificed the mysterious Blood Drinking Sword Mother Sword, as a specially refined best spiritual weapon, and as a bloodline weapon, he began to cultivate it from the foundation building realm, so don't look at the cultivation is still low, but it takes no effort to drive the best spiritual weapon.

Even the spirit weapon only needs one idea to take the initiative to protect the master, and even the current Wanyan Yingshuang uses the best spirit weapon to refine the spiritual energy and feed himself, but he needs to be tempered with essence and blood every once in a while to strengthen the control of the spirit sword, and he can always be safe.

has the best spiritual weapon to protect herself, which is also where Wan Yan Yingshuang dares to break into the mist of the Hanhai Sea and pursue Zhou Hao, but what makes her palpitate is that Zhou Hao, who should have been caught in the fog of the Hanhai Sea a long time ago, has never been caught up, so she is a little anxious at this time.

Hey, regaining his mind, Zhou Hao also discovered the strangeness in the mist of the Hanhai Sea, fortunately, the breath of pure yang and the qi of the leylines not only freed himself from the crisis, but also made his spiritual power transform again.

If we didn't calculate the factors that changed direction, Zhou Hao could almost conclude that at this time, after going deep into this Hanhai for as many as two thousand miles, Zhou Hao finally discovered the first thing that did not belong to the mist.

Yes, although that thing looks similar to a person, but just by his eyesight, Zhou Hao can also conclude that that person has long been gone. With the discovery, Zhou Hao's feet changed direction slightly, still maintaining a constant speed, and walked towards the humanoid sculpture.

In another place, Wan Yan Yingshuang looked at the withered in front of him, his expression was very exciting, and he didn't know whether it was joy or horror, in the Hanhai, there are also living beings, since ancient times, countless monks have entered it, and there are countless legends in the monks, but they are all legends.

Because no one has ever really witnessed it, even if someone says that they have encountered it in the Hanhai, no one will believe it, at most it is just a joke, but some jokes, recorded by others, or some travelogues, etc., in the classics that come from nowhere, some monks who have long since died, but left legends, have been studied by later generations, but they do exist, so they have achieved bizarre legends.

Wanyan Yingshuang's family has a long history, Hanhai is not very far from Di Tamarin, and even in the secular dynasty classics, there are similar legends, not to mention the Wanyan family, which is the controller behind it, there are many such biographical travelogues, and Wanyan Yingshuang naturally has no less contact with it.

It's just that in the past, at most, it was just to study some kind of exercises, spells, or to increase knowledge and experience, or for recreation, and did not regard the legend in the mist of the Hanhai as a real thing, but now when I broke into it, I accidentally found that I really encountered the traces of my predecessors, and I couldn't help but be happy and apprehensive.

According to legend since ancient times, in the fog of the Hanhai Sea, there are spirits to send souls, and if someone enters it, do not disturb the peace of the spirit, if you meet the spirit in the Hanhai Sea, you can either get its gift, you can go unimpeded, and leave safely, or you are disgusted by the spirit, this is the soul of the soul.

The monk itself is strong, the cultivation itself, the strong body is warm and the soul of the yang, the will is firm and cannot be lightly offended, ordinary people are sick and sick, they will not be easy to be invaded by external evils, so that the disease will add to the body, but the monk grabs the essence of heaven and earth, nourishes himself, and cannot be taken advantage of by external evils.

But in the Hanhai, the spirit is almost invincible, if you encounter the disgust of the spirit, nine times out of ten will be invaded by the spirit, and finally at a loss, the mind does not belong, and finally sit in the Hanhai and become the body of the spirit.

Therefore, when Wanyan Yingshuang entered, he turned on the spiritual weapon to protect his body, and he was never contaminated with the mist of the Hanhai Sea, even if he consumed a little spiritual power, he would rely on the elixir to replenish it, but it was an internal supplement, so as to eliminate the opportunity for the invasion of the spirit.

Of course, this is just a legend, as for whether it is useful or not, it still needs to be verified, but Wan Yan Yingshuang is unwilling to have the opportunity to verify the authenticity, the horror of the spirit is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even if it is a monk, for an unknown, will be in awe.

Zhou Hao looked at the withered but unusually calm face in front of him, a little incredulous, this person was half a hundred years old, his face was like anointed jade, and his eyebrows were as delicate as picturesque, if it weren't for a dress, Zhou Hao even suspected that this half-hundred-year-old man was still normal, not lifeless.

Quiet, lonely, but Zhou Hao was very puzzled, it seemed that this half-hundred-year-old man was too peaceful to be, his hair was slightly scattered, his neck was covered by robes, and his kneeling posture was particularly awkward.

No, it's very wrong, in the fog of the Hanhai Sea, Zhou Hao has never seen any vegetation except for the fact that he has never met any living creatures, it seems that this is really a barren land, and there will only be a faint mist.

Waving his sleeves, the spiritual power is like a palm, the Buddha removed the viscous mist, and on the ground, two deep scratches, like imprints, crossed the chaotic ground, and a few traces of blood red that were already so shallow that they could not be identified were eye-catching and dazzling in the mist.

The fog stirred, and under the cover of the robes, a human figure seemed to be frightened, and suddenly burst out of the body of the hermitage.

"Ahh

Don't move, don't breathe, don't let her pay attention to you, silently recite the legendary experience of the travelogue in your heart, and pray secretly to the end of the face, don't send the spirit of Hanhai to yourself.

The Demon Spirit Divine Tree, as if a magical creator, thirty-six Dao fruits, was picked by Bai Li and Zhou Hao, as if it had experienced a reincarnation, and now it is revived again, the continuous refining of the breath of pure yang, the continuous operation of the Immortal Sword Sutra, and above the tree, a bright light is rapidly contouring.

Not one, but three, if Bai Li and Zhou Hao see it, they will definitely find that these three places, the places where new fruits are being born, are the places where Baoding Dao and Yongquan Dao were planted before.

The other thirty-three places, which have not yet been repaired and cultivated with Dao seeds, are now only forming a cyclone that rotates in the air, but they have never condensed new divine objects.

"Hey, no, isn't this old man dead?" The fog that the spiritual power cleared disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the fluctuations of the spiritual power almost hid the trace of fluctuations on the old man's body.

It's not the fluctuation of spiritual power, nor the vitality of the body that Zhou Hao can't find, but a trace of divine fluctuation, but it's not like it, it seems that the fluctuation is very jerky, no, Zhou Hao can be sure that that kind of fluctuation seems to be familiar, but he feels that it is not what people should have.

The power of the divine soul can be seen everywhere, and in addition to Bai Li, the demon clan, Zhou Hao, as a human race, naturally has been with the same kind for the longest time, for monks, as long as mortals have been in contact with spiritual objects, they have a firmly imprinted life mark.

Zhou Hao naturally won't forget, but a monk, even if he dies, shouldn't have this kind of weird aura.

"Roar!"

The roar that pierced the soul was crazy, and it almost didn't make Yan Yingshuang faint on the spot, buzzing, the blood-drinking sword instinctively protected the master, and a condensed blood color instantly swelled and scattered in all directions.

The figure formed by the "squeak" light blue mist was like being struck by lightning, and the blood was like strong oil, making the figure hiss in pain. The Hanhai was shaking, the terrible roar, the silent and boring Hanhai, like a hurricane swept in an instant, and a terrifying storm suddenly gathered, and swept in all directions at great speed.