Time flows quietly around the Soul Tree like a river of souls.

In a cave, on a stone bed.

Yuan Meng lightly exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and slowly opened his eyes, with a golden light in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Meng had been cultivating in the cave mansion for five months.

After five months of cultivation day and night, the immaturity on Yuan Meng's face had disappeared, and his deep eyes had become more mature and resolute.

Looking down at his white and delicate skin, Yuan Meng was a little helpless, and looked down at Xiao Yuan Meng, fortunately, Xiao Yuan Meng was still entangled and angry.

Yuan Meng jumped off the stone bed and walked out of the cave, the sun was shining outside.

Yuan Meng's cultivation days were very fulfilling. In the morning, he practiced the Xuanmeng Soul Slashing Technique and various small tricks left by the senior brothers, such as disguise technique, stealth technique, voice change technique, etc.; in the afternoon, he studied the Xuanmeng Medical Concept, sorted out the medicinal fields, and became familiar with the growth of various medicinal materials and the medicinal properties and pharmacology of various time periods; in the evening, Yuan Meng lay naked in the Soul River, fully enjoying the moisture of the Soul River, and he could feel the expanding muscles and veins, and the strong muscles and bones. Yesterday, with a subconscious kick, he kicked a stone weighing 1,000 catties next to the medicine field and flew more than ten meters high, and then he jumped up and smashed it with a punch. He was stunned by himself!

After tidying up the medicine field, I looked at the ginseng planted, and it was very lush.

......

There are no years of cultivation.

Another two months passed.

Early in the morning, when Yuan Meng was running the Soul Slashing Technique, Yuan Meng felt that the absorption of spiritual energy today was particularly smooth and fast, and every tendon and vein in his body and every cell seemed to be enjoying the moisture of the soul river, which was extremely comfortable.

In the midst of doubt, a huge spiritual qi flow injected into the dantian, and the spiritual qi mass that had been gathering in the dantian without movement began to rotate.

Yuan Meng was secretly happy in his heart, and continued to run the Xuanxian Soul Slashing Technique, under the Xuanmeng Soul Tree, the floating spiritual energy mist was injected into his body one after another, transformed into spiritual energy and traveled around his body, and finally, all gathered in the dantian and merged with the spiritual energy mass stored in the past.

Yuan Meng silently operated the Xuan Soul Technique, intending to guard the dantian. But seeing that the rapidly rotating aura mass in the dantian slowly shrank from the original size of a basketball, and finally, it shrank to the size of a quail egg, which seemed to be close to the critical point, and the aura mass began to slowly grow larger, gradually changing to the size of a dantian, constantly squeezing the dantian, as if to break the dantian. Bursts of pain struck Yuan Meng, and beads of sweat slid down his slightly immature face.

Yuan Meng knew that the road of cultivating immortals could not be dull, since he was favored by his master, he had to inherit the will of his master and work hard a hundred times!

Gritting his teeth, Yuan Meng continued to operate the Xuan Soul Technique, he knew that what he was experiencing now was the transformation process from beginner to Xiaocheng, that is, the first change of the Nine Transformations of the Xuan Soul Slashing Divine Technique, and after completing the first change, the human-level Xuan Soul Slaying Divine Technique entered the Xiaocheng stage. A senior brother wrote a poem and said:

Nine souls changed into weeping ghosts and gods

The god transforms into a soul and is shocked by the nine springs

Nine changes, nine springs, nine life and death

Once the flying immortals will live forever

At this time, the huge pain from the squeezed dantian almost made Yuan Meng faint, and he bit the tip of his tongue ruthlessly, keeping his mind clear and guarding the dantian. Finally, the dantian began to loosen, and the squeezed expanded, and then expanded. Yuan Meng's current dantian is like a bottomless pit, how much aura absorbs how much aura. Under the Xuan Soul Tree, what is not lacking is aura. If other people have cultivated the Soul Slashing Technique, without the Xuanmeng Soul Tree providing enough Soul Slashing Aura, the spirit stones needed to refine the Soul Slashing Technique will be a very terrifying number.

Yuan Meng, who was tormented by great pain, didn't know how long time had passed, and he didn't know how long he could hold on. Everyone in the world is good at cultivating immortals, but who knows how difficult it is to cultivate immortals? At this time, Yuan Meng had been almost numb from the pain, what he didn't know was that the Xuan Soul Slashing Divine Technique had entered a mysterious self-operation mode, and in the future, even if Yuan Meng slept and rested, the Xuan Soul Slaying Divine Technique would automatically operate in his body, and his cultivation path would be a broad road.

Another wave of great pain struck, Yuan Meng's body shook a little, and Yuan Meng laughed at himself in his heart, "Am I not suitable for cultivation? But why did the Xuanmeng Soul Fruit choose me? For myself, for the relatives I care about! I can't give up!"

At this time, Aunt Fang, Ouyang Yanyun, Yu Xiaofei, as well as Xiao Yuanyuan and Xiao Tingting, appeared in his mind one by one, and a smile appeared on Yuan Meng's face. Suddenly, an old man who had almost forgotten appeared in his mind, Old Man Zhong, fourteen years ago, the old man who came to the welfare home with Ouyang Yanyun begging for food, and later, the old man Zhong disappeared inexplicably. The floodgates of Yuan Meng's memory were opened, and the bits and pieces of getting along with Old Man Zhong when he was a child came to his heart. No wonder when I was a child, when I was faced with myself, Grandpa Zhong said the most: What a good jade, but it's a pity, I don't have time to take apprentices, old man, I have to avenge my daughter. However, Old Man Zhong still taught him a set of boxing techniques, which are called "Panlong Boxing". Looking back now, this set of boxing techniques is not simple, and that one move is vivid. It is hundreds of times stronger than the boxing techniques you see on the Internet. This game of dragon boxing is completely close to the fight, as long as you get close to the opponent, the opponent will have a feeling of being entangled by snakes, the endless punch strength, so that the opponent is like his hands are bound, can only passively change the fight. At that time, Old Man Zhong said to his aunt that he was too thin and that practicing boxing could strengthen his body. In private, he said to him, "Meng'er, what Grandpa Zhong taught you can only be practiced secretly at home, and you must not show it in front of outsiders." When grandpa takes revenge, he will come back to you. The old man didn't seem to like Yanyun, Yuan Meng had never seen him smile at Yanyun, but he had never scolded Ouyang Yanyun, Ouyang Yanyun was very afraid of him. It wasn't until two years later that he told his aunt to go out to find relatives and never came back. No wonder I have been stronger than other children since I was a child, Grandpa Zhong kneaded and kneaded on himself, and it turned out that he helped him open up a few tendons.

Where did Grandpa Zhong go, did he take revenge? Why didn't he come back, did he fail to take revenge and die in a foreign land?!

Yuan Meng, who was unconsciously recalling the past, was awakened by the great pain again, and subconsciously looked inside the dantian, the spiritual qi mass in the dantian swirled bigger and bigger, and the more and more rapid it spiraled, and finally shattered, and the huge spiritual qi rushed into the eight veins of the strange tendons, and the heart-rending pain struck, Yuan Meng screamed and fell down......

Endless sky, a Qiong Tower, fairy spirit, cranes flying. Venerable Xuanmeng looked down at the void, his hand stroking his snow-white long beard, and smiling......

When Yuan Meng woke up slowly, under the Xuan Soul Tree, the aura was full of energy. Far away, the moon is in the sky. At this point, the body does not feel a trace of pain. The body is full of explosive power. Yuan Meng stood up and let out a long breath of turbidity, and Yuan Meng felt comfortable. I couldn't help but let out a long howl, and the long whistle tore apart the silence of the night.