After trying for an hour, Zhang Ling mastered the ability to gather sources and control spirits.

Then he began to transfer the thin spiritual power of the whole body to the dantian.

Then slowly guide the spiritual power to follow the gradual progress, swimming up the meridians of the upper body.

The old dragon was very relieved in the ring, and it was beyond his expectation that he could find the balance of controlling the spirit in such a short period of time.

But then Zhang Ling encountered something that made him collapse, and even Lao Long couldn't answer it for a while.

Zhang Ling finally condensed into a stream of subtle spiritual power every time, and when he circulated his whole body to his neck.

It will always be like a candle blown out by a strong wind, not only the flame disappears, but even the candle seems to have been swept away by a strong wind.

The old dragon calmed down and used his spiritual power to scan Zhang Ling's body, scanned it back and forth twice, and did not let go of any corners, and did not notice anything wrong, and began to think in his heart that this must be a specially set prohibition.

"In the divine consciousness in your brain, I'm afraid that someone has placed a seal, boy, there are really a lot of secrets in your body. ”

After the old dragon analyzed, he said teasingly.

"Second Master, it's better to be like this, you lend me your spiritual power temporarily, and I will control it myself to impact that bottleneck. Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and communicated with the old dragon in his brain.

The old dragon shook his head and sighed: "This method, I have thought about it, but your Condensation Source Realm simply cannot withstand my two infusion of spiritual power in one day. ”

"Will it cause a load on the meridians in this body?"

Zhang Ling held the warm current and swirled around his abdomen, and asked with a firm look in his eyes.

"Well, so you're going to do it?"

The old dragon's eyes were like lightning, and he asked in a low voice.

Although the old dragon also wanted to know what was behind the barrier in Zhang Ling's brain, he would never force him.

However, Zhang Ling knew very well that if this prohibition had been under his brain, it would only delay and hinder his cultivation speed, and the functions of his spiritual power and soul would be restricted too much.

So he must break this way today, and he doesn't know who has set the ban in his body.

"Wait a minute......"

Zhang Ling dragged his tired body, slowly walked out of the cabin with a low waist, and struggled to climb to the top of the mountain.

After Zhang Ling walked away, Su Weiwei, who pretended to be asleep, hurriedly got up from the bed, her delicate face was full of worry, so she quietly followed the disappearing figure of Zhang Ling and walked up.

Zhang's mansion covers an area of very wide, and there is a small hill where Zhang Ling's cabin is located in the back, with scattered gardens in the middle, gurgling streams, and the architectural pattern of the entire mansion is dominated by mountains and rivers and bamboo forests.

Climbing to the top of the small hill, Zhang Ling found a piece of soft grass everywhere, and sat down in prostration.

In the silence of the night, you can enjoy the night view of the entire mansion from the bottom of the hill, and the Tibetan scroll building, where the secret techniques of the exercises, and the Baicao Pavilion, where the family has stored medicinal herbs, are brightly lit all night. The large and small cloisters are hung with bright lights, corresponding to the twinkling stars in the sky.

The night sky, the cool breeze, the meadow, the lights are brilliant, and the whole city of Via is prosperous like a dream.

"Second Master, let's start. ”

The young man's sword eyebrows were tightly closed, and his white clothes rippled like waves on the soft grass under the agitation of the breeze.

Among the sword pattern ancient rings, the old dragon's eyes are benevolent, and he can be regarded as completely recognizing this young man.

The blue spiritual power frantically poured into Zhang Ling's meridians from the ancient ring, and at first he used a spiritual power possession when he taught Zhang Qing a lesson.

It was originally a tired meridian, but after pouring into the old dragon's spiritual power again, the meridians were almost bursting.

Zhang Ling looked up to the sky and roared, and as soon as the hoarse voice came out of his mouth, he forcibly stuffed his clenched fist into his mouth to block the sound from coming out.

At the same time of severe pain in the body, he was afraid of attracting his people and causing those who cared about him to worry.

Zhang Ling curled up and fell to the ground, and the old dragon seemed to call Zhang Ling in Zhang Ling's mind.

Half a minute is like a long year, after Zhang Ling endured the pain of the swelling pain in the meridians, he clenched his teeth that were constantly bleeding, and forcibly got up and sat cross-legged again to guide his spiritual power.

The abundant blue spiritual power, under the guidance of Zhang Ling, frantically rushed towards the forbidden path of the neck meridians.

When the powerful blue spiritual power collided with the prohibition, Zhang Ling clearly felt that the blockage of the meridian aura in the neck had improved slightly.

"Master, it's not enough! ”

Zhang Ling's face was hideous, the blood in his mouth flowed, and he shouted fiercely at Gu Jie, in order to vent the pain in his body.

Looking at Zhang Ling, who was forcibly enduring the expansion of ten thousand veins, the old dragon once again had luck and spiritual power pouring into Zhang Ling's body, if after three times, he still failed to break the prohibition, he would not hesitate to block Zhang Ling's thoughts.

After Zhang Ling saw that the ban began to loosen, he once again transported the spiritual power instilled by the old dragon, and the impact was even more savage.

Every time he hit, Zhang Ling's divine consciousness would tremble violently.

After the cycle crashed into what the old dragon thought was the limit for the third time.

Zhang Ling's neck, the barrier that stood up without obstruction, like shattered glass, was broken by Zhang Ling's brutal and brainless impact.

At this moment, Zhang Ling, who was already bleeding from seven holes, sat and staggered, lifting the last trace of spiritual power in his body to sense the depths of the broken and forbidden brain.

A circle of white light circulated, suspended at the top of the depths of his brain, and Zhang Ling seemed to be standing on top of a vast pure white sea.

Within this piece of divine consciousness, there is a space of pure white spiritual power, which is as magnificent as the tens of millions of sword qi of Nie Yuanshan, and it is just as imposing, but it is a bit like the mysterious space of the teleportation array, but the pure white spiritual power is not as warm as the pure yang spiritual power, but it is very holy and cold.

"Second Master, I succeeded......"

After Zhang Ling went through this sentence in his brain with his mind, his eyes could no longer support it and fell asleep.

Although the old dragon couldn't feel the catty in the forbidden path in Zhang Ling's body, he was very sure that Zhang Ling's current body was very different from before.

It was as if the holy light was penetrating through his body, gradually burning the impurities in Zhang Ling's body.

The first impression that Zhang Ling brought to the old dragon was like looking at a touch of pure white moonlight.

Su Weiwei, who was hiding behind the bamboo forest and saw all this in her eyes, cried loudly after Zhang Ling fainted instantly, and ran over with light steps.

Under the curled and slender eyelashes, crystal clear tears followed the girl's running figure, grabbing out the frame.

Finally, it fell on the sharp tips of the grass, like dew in the morning.

The tear-stained vegetation suddenly glowed as if it had been injected into the soul.

Su Weiwei cried and threw herself beside Zhang Ling, wiping the blood on the young man's face with neat patterned sleeves.

Su Weiwei, who couldn't cry, hugged Zhang Ling in her soft arms, and her big eyes stared at Zhang Ling's face, like an aggrieved little resentful woman.

The two snuggled up to the top of the hill, and after the old dragon glanced at it playfully, he closed his eyes tightly and fell into meditation.

Moments later......

Su Weiwei, who was delicate, supported Zhang Ling, step by step, and slowly walked towards the cabin in the middle of the hillside.