"No matter what, I must go back to the Mangchuan Continent!" This is what Mu Zifeng said to himself, and it is also his obsession, there are his parents and sister in the Mangchuan Continent, which are his closest relatives, and if he doesn't see his relatives for the last time, how can he die easily? No, absolutely not!

He barely opened his eyes, and mobilized his increasingly heavy spiritual power to rush towards the wind beads. He knew that only the Wind Bead could suppress the energy of the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and the Violet Wind Vine, bring it into balance, and then refine it.

The blood kept pouring out of his body, and Mu Zifeng seemed to have turned his whole person into a bloody person, with 36,000 pores on his body like 36,000 sieve eyes, and the blood was gushing out as if he didn't need money.

With the gushing of blood, a trace of the energy of the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and the Violet Wind Vine was also expelled from Mu Zifeng's body, but those energies did not dissipate, and they kept rotating around him, and from a distance, he was like a blood-red cocoon with a diameter of two meters.

Under Mu Zifeng's constant urging, the rotation of the wind bead became faster, and with the rotation of the wind bead, the energy of the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and the Violet Wind Vine was extracted, purified, and fused little by little, and finally turned into the purest energy to converge into his seven meridians and eight veins, repairing the damaged meridians.

"Give me back!" He tried his best to guide that pure energy, according to the cultivation route, over and over again, what he didn't know was that the rampaging water-like energy inadvertently rushed away some unknown small meridians in his body.

I don't know how long it took, with a "boom", Mu Zifeng felt as if a wall in his body had been pushed in, and the flow of magic power instantly became smoother, and the speed of flow also accelerated a lot.

Through internal vision, he found that his meridians were full of roots, their width had more than doubled, and they were more resilient, and the energy purified by the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and Violet Wind Vine was like thousands of horses, flowing in his meridians, absorbed by his organs and muscles, and his bones and muscles were strengthening and strengthening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boom," the gossip diagram that already existed in his mind also began to move, and the gossip diagram suddenly grew from the size of a fingernail to a diameter of two meters in diameter, one yin and one yang, yin and yang were harmonized, endlessly, all the energy hit the gossip map, and immediately became orderly, with the rotation of the gossip map, like a drizzle, like nectar, moistening every inch of the meridians of his body, repairing his broken flesh and blood.

It lasted for about an hour, and with a "whew", the wind bead returned to the Xunmen of the Bagua Diagram, and the energy of the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and the Violet Wind Vine automatically returned to the Tai Chi black and white patterns, and the Bagua Diagram shrank to the size of a palm as if it had a soul, and the speed was suddenly increased.

Mu Zifeng's pupils shot out two feet of green light steeply.

The two hundred square meters of viscous demonic qi in the cultivation room was like a river flowing back into the sea, surging towards Mu Zifeng's body, instantly engulfing him in the rolling torrent of energy.

There is the energy of the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and the Violet Wind Vine purified by the wind beads inside, and the pressure of the demonic qi outside, under the internal and external attacks, Mu Zifeng's body is becoming thicker and heavier, more and more tough, and more and more explosive. In the end, it becomes as strong as a hill and as tough as a cow's tendon.

Once the demonic qi in the cultivation room is reduced, the demonic qi gushing out from the ground and the cracks in the walls in all directions will be quickly replenished, at this moment, Mu Zifeng's body is no longer sitting on the smooth bluestone slab, but has risen to a height of two meters in mid-air, the demonic qi pours in from every pore of his body, and the energy of the demonic wind overlord chrysanthemum and violet wind vine that was previously emitted is also reabsorbed into his body.

With the influx of internal and external energy, the magic liquid in Mu Zifeng's field is also constantly increasing, one drop, two drops, three drops...... Ten drops ...... 100 drops, 200 drops......

After two sounds, Mu Zifeng felt that three membranes in his body had been broken, and his strength had soared to the middle level of an eighth-order magician, but he knew that the higher he cultivated, the more he could see the importance of the foundation, so he mobilized his spiritual power and compressed the strength that had already reached the middle of the eighth order to the peak of the seventh order, until he could no longer compress it, so he gave up.

"Whew", exhaled a mouthful of gray-white gas, and Mu Zifeng's bones rattled for a full minute. Punching and kicking, whirring with the wind, his body is full of a force that has never been before, and even his height has grown a section taller, he was originally 1.81 meters tall, and now he is 1.84 meters.

What made him feel most relieved was that since the wind bead returned to the Xun position of the Bagua Diagram, there was no need to urge, and the Bagua Diagram would slowly rotate by itself, although the speed was not fast, there was not a lot of demonic energy that could be absorbed, Mu Zifeng was happy in his heart, "This is the rhythm of automatic cultivation while lying on the bed." ”

The demon borer lying on its stomach in the gossip diagram was dancing, as if it was a festival, and its white body grew a lot of fat, and the number increased from thirty-five to forty-two. The largest five have purple bodies and have a faint tendency to evolve into adults.

Mu Zifeng's spiritual power has also been greatly improved, now, Mu Zifeng doesn't need to open his eyes, as long as he sits in the center of the cultivation room, everything in the cultivation room, including the crawling of a few ants in the corner of the wall, will be clearly imprinted in his brain, and if he exerts a little spiritual power, those ants will turn into powder.

Has the spiritual power finally advanced to the middle stage of entry? Mu Zifeng felt that the connection between himself and the demon borer was even closer, and as soon as his mind moved, the demon borer would come out of his body.

Now Mu Zifeng, there is a faint emerald green light flashing in his dark eyes, which is the color of nobles. Of course, he is free to send and receive that emerald green, unless he is deliberately released, outsiders will not be able to find out, he will never forget the lesson of Wuyazi's predecessors, how can he repeat the mistakes of the past.

Compared to Mu Zifeng's luck, the entire cultivation room was not so lucky, the concentration of demonic qi had dropped by more than ninety percent, and I was afraid that it would take a long time to recover.

After sleeping for two hours, Mu Zifeng took out the jade slip from the storage bag, yes, it was the cultivation method of the advanced martial arts of the Wind Walking Shadow Step that Mu Zifeng risked to auction.

Sticking the jade slip on the door of his head, his spiritual power flashed into the jade slip, and with a "boom", Mu Zifeng's head was filled with an ancient piece of information, which was the cultivation method of the wind and shadow steps. As the information poured out, the color of the jade slip became lighter and lighter, until it finally turned into powder. In other words, unless Mu Zifeng uses his spiritual power to portray it, otherwise, this high-level martial art in the Xuan Demon Continent is likely to be exclusively owned by him.

The Wind Shadow Step is divided into nine levels, and with Mu Zifeng's current strength, he can only cultivate the first three levels, because although the Wind Shadow Step is good, the magic power consumed is really staggering. He calculated that with his current strength, he must not perform the Wind Shadow Step for more than an hour, otherwise, he will lose his strength and become a lamb to the slaughter.

While cultivating and practicing, intermittently, it took Mu Zifeng about two days to basically master the prototype of the first three levels of the Wind Stepping Shadow Step.

"It's a high-level martial art, it's so wonderful. Mu Zifeng let out a heartfelt sigh from his heart.

The first three levels are called Wind Shadow Trace, No Wind and No Shadow, and Wind Passing Without Trace. Unleashed, like lightning, just ghostly, like a feather. Of course, with Mu Zifeng's current strength, although he is still far from reaching that level, he can still be as light as a swallow, advance and retreat freely, and be surprised. If you want to protect yourself, there is no problem at all among the same level of warlocks. Even if you encounter a high-level magician, as long as it's not a speed-type, there's no problem at all in saving your life.

After resting for two more hours, Mu Zifeng called up the cultivation method of Wuyazi's predecessor "Wind Breaking Palm" from his mind, because of refining the wind bead, Mu Zifeng can also cultivate the Wind Breaking Palm, from Mu Zifeng's point of view, this Wind Breaking Palm must also be a high-level martial art, or higher.

Back then, the predecessor of Wuyazi was a ninth-order great mage at best, and the Wind Breaking Palm he used could easily break through the defenses of monks of the same level, which showed the domineering nature of this Wind Breaking Palm martial art.

It took another three days, Mu Zifeng completely practiced the moves and palm movement methods of the Wind Breaking Palm, but this cultivation room was too small, which completely affected his performance, he was afraid that as soon as he palmed down, the cultivation room would be destroyed, you know, there is a magic pool under this cultivation room, once it is destroyed, he can't explain it to Cen Qin.

After a few days of recuperation, the concentration of demonic qi in the cultivation room increased slightly, barely reaching twenty percent of the concentration when Mu Zifeng first came in, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, in the past five days, in addition to seriously studying martial arts, he has only practiced for a short period of time every day, about an hour, to consolidate his cultivation. He was afraid that he would absorb all the demonic qi he had just born. But don't forget, there is a gossip diagram in his head, and the gossip diagram is like a perpetual motion machine, sleepless, which means that Mu Zifeng is cultivating twenty-four hours a day, although he tried his best to suppress it, but after five days, there were faint signs of breakthroughs.

This night, Mu Zifeng sank down and pondered, and suddenly had an idea, if I combine the power of the wind bead with the wind breaking palm and the wind stepping shadow step, what kind of effect will it have?

Just do it, Mu Zifeng turned over and stood up, and used his mental power to call Feng Zhu Shengsheng out of the gossip diagram, and let it spin in his mind.

Urging the magic power, the rotation speed of the wind bead became faster and faster, as the wind bead continued to accelerate, Mu Zifeng felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and finally, without using the wind stepping step, his body actually floated up by itself.

"Wind Shadow Trace," Mu Zifeng snorted, and unleashed the Wind Shadow Shadow Trace, which was the first level of the Wind Shadow Step, only to see that his whole body was light and fluttering, like a catkins, and he stepped out of a distance of thirty meters in just one step, and the time was just a breath, nearly twice as fast as the one performed alone.

"The wind bead really has a hundred and thirty percent increase in the wind attribute exercises," Mu Zifeng sighed with emotion, and stood up, only to find that the magic power consumed was less than one-half of usual. He was amazed by this discovery.

Theoretically, it is estimated that according to his current strength, it is estimated that he can only cast the Wind Breaking Palm three times, and in the case of casting the Wind Stepping Shadow Step, he can only use the Wind Breaking Palm at most twice, with the assistance of the Wind Bead, he can at least cast the Wind Breaking Palm once, and the time of the Wind Breaking Shadow Step alone can also be extended for half an hour, that is to say, he can perform a Wind Stepping Step for an hour and a half, according to his current indoor performance, one step of thirty meters, if it is outdoors, it is calculated according to one step of twenty-five meters, one and a half hours, enough for him to run more than thirty kilometers, and there is absolutely no problem with self-protection。 In other words, if he can't beat the enemy, it's still easier to dodge.

Thinking about this, Mu Zifeng decided to get a good night's sleep tonight and go out the next day.