"Fart at my door, still screaming at my door, you paw baby is tired and crooked?"

The voice of the old hooligan came from the small courtyard, interrupting Zhang Ji's high spirits.

"Abbot Sifan, please ask Haihan to disturb you, you have a little experience in cultivation, and you can't help it." Zhang Ji turned around and explained.

Abbot Sifan did not put on his colorful robe at this time, but wore a shabby monk's robe, holding a wooden bucket in his hand, and watered his vegetable patch in the courtyard.

"It's okay to get out, this is a forbidden place, and guests are not allowed to come in." The old rascal lowered his head and fiddled with the vegetable patch, without raising his head, like an old farmer.

"Sorry, sorry, this is going down, this is going down." Zhang Ji gave up his hand again and again.

The old monk waved his sleeves, as if to drive away flies, and when Zhang Ji walked away, he suddenly spoke again.

"You didn't use your divine power to break through this time, it's very good, to prove that the Tao is different from the cultivation of divine consciousness, although you don't need to comprehend the realm, but you need to be strong-willed, everyone needs to find the source of their own strong will, you place your affection on the mountains, rivers and seas, it is also a way, I hope you will feel more, don't really become a reckless man."

The voice of the old rascal came from afar, ethereal and traceless, Zhang Ji turned to look, but saw that the monk was still the same, but his hands were more diligent, Zhang Ji bowed and saluted, turned around and went down the mountain.

He actually wanted to ask some questions about cultivation, but the old rascal obviously didn't want to talk, and he had already pointed out, and if he asked again, he didn't know the depths.

'Do you need to be appraised by will?' ’

Zhang Ji thought in his heart, about will, Gang'er had reminded him before, but the will is a thing that is difficult to cultivate and immeasurable, not all the moment reason collapses, the will exists, and he doesn't know what his will is.

However, it seems that it is right not to break through this point with divine power.

All the way down the mountain, Zhang Ji felt that his steps were light, his feet stepped on the ground, particularly steadfast, waving his arms, his body fluttering, slightly exerting force, and the speed was rubbing up.

I tried the speed halfway, and it seems that I can already run in less than ten seconds, this cultivation is really amazing.

Back in the room, Zhang Ji wanted to take a break, after all, he had just broken through, but just when he sat down and was about to turn on the TV, he suddenly remembered the magical trajectory formed by the divine power in the body after the body was broken.

Divine power has always been a mysterious and immeasurable thing to him, and everyone who tells him about divine power is only saying that he is omnipotent and his wishes come true.

But how to build this magical ability, but there has been no trajectory, but this breakthrough, the divine power has built a magical trajectory in the body, and after that, the aura enters the body like a moth to a fire.

This miraculous trajectory is either a form of manifestation of divine power, or it is a powerful exercise that automatically evolves from divine power.

It's just that as a practice, the necessity of its existence is really not high.

As a physical cultivation, there is naturally no need for such exercises, because the spiritual energy of physical cultivation is conceived in the musculoskeletal body and cannot flow in the body, so this exercise cannot work.

For the Divine Consciousness Cultivators, this exercise is also a physical cultivation exercise, and it is also useless to prevent the aura from entering the skeletal muscles and imprisoning the muscles and veins, but instead it becomes an obstacle, which is also useless.

But Zhang Ji's alarm clock flashed out of a passage from him when he met Louie: magic is mainly to build a spell model in the spiritual world, although it is a laborious work, but there is no problem of the spiritual world being complicated, so it does not conflict with the cultivation of the body.

From that time on, he had a trace of curiosity about magic, and at this time, there was divine power to construct a magical trajectory in his body, and he thought that it was possible to transplant magic to build a magic model in the spiritual world, so that he could quickly cultivate without divine power.

Of course, this is just a beautiful idea, there are too many difficulties during the period, firstly, whether the magical trajectory can only be achieved by divine power is one, second, whether the magic model constructed by magic in the spiritual world can be transplanted to the physical body is second, and thirdly, what energy is used to build a magical trajectory, after all, he has contact with aura and divine power, and he has no contact with magic at all.

These are still limited to the thought stage, but with the idea of being prepared for any trouble, he still wants to record the strange trajectory of the divine power in his body first, at least there is a trace of possibility.

With this in mind, he began to cultivate again, and at this time, there were only one-third of the divine power fruits left in his body, and they were slowly draining.

He directly ran the Zhangliu body, his body swelled in a circle, his consciousness entered the sea of consciousness, and he felt the Zhangliu body through the last divine power fruit.

At this time, Zhang Liu's body returned to its original appearance, only twisting its body, and no longer getting bigger, but the whole body was like a machine, and it swelled a circle.

Thinking in his heart to let the divine power produce that strange effect, the residual divine power in the body instantly formed a strange trajectory, and the aura moth entered the body like a flame.

The body was strong at a speed that he could feel, and the whole process lasted for an hour, the divine power was exhausted, and Zhang Ji withdrew from the cultivation state.

Zhang Ji clenched his fists, his coiled muscles were full of power, and Zhang Ji felt that he should be able to fight the world king now.

This feeling was not an illusion, but his rational judgment.

Tearing off the remaining clothes, Zhang Ji took a shower, and then lay on the bed and watched TV for a while, the TV squeaked and played, but his mind was still on cultivation.

This kind of rapid progress made him addicted, and he didn't want to stop for a quarter of an hour, but he remembered the words of the old rascal in his mind: Don't become a reckless man.

Throughout history, the reckless man, no discomfort and infinite power, in fact, this thing is easy to understand, the reckless man at the beginning, is not a reckless man, but because of the great strength, you can use your strength to solve all problems since you were a child, slowly, the formation of inertial thinking, when you encounter a problem, you first want to use your strength to solve it, and finally, you become a reckless man.

Including Zhang Ji's favorite hero, Sun Wukong, if you look closely, it also seems a little brainless, although this is something he doesn't want to admit.

Innocent and brainless, sometimes the boundaries are not clear.

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhang Ji decided not to practice anymore today, because this commonly known sense of comfort was eating down his will a little bit, and even gave him the illusion of being invincible in the world.

If he hadn't experienced the world, he might think that he was born extraordinary, but he who had already been in society knew that there were human spirits in this world.

Since the cultivation of divine power has such benefits, it is impossible for no one to find out, and the incense that he knows to become a god does not belong to the mainstream avenue, so there must be his drawbacks, but he just doesn't know it.

And as far as the drawback he sees so far, it is easy to make him a reckless man.

It was painful to give up cultivation, especially when he had just become addicted, which made him have to find something to divert his attention, of course TV was impossible, and finally he simply took out his notebook and began to write the script.

This was his most primitive dream, and Xiuzhen did not let him forget it.

Immersed in the world of the script, when Zhang Ji woke up from a state of calm and thoughtlessness, it was already late at night, cleaned up the computer, and Zhang Ji fell asleep directly.

When I woke up, it was already the morning of the next day, stretching my body, and there was a crisp sound between the skeletal muscles, which was very refreshing.

"Zhang Ji, I brought you breakfast."

Hartani showed up just in time, and Zhang Ji wondered if she had put a monitor in her room.

After breakfast, Hatani told him that he would enter the competition from tomorrow, and the question was whether to participate, Zhang Ji naturally participated, and he was very curious about the vampire's teeth.

The two chatted for a while, and Hatani asked him to go to see him, but Zhang Ji refused.

When he refused, he clearly felt the loneliness in the corners of Hatney's eyes, but he didn't say anything more, which was the best result he felt.

Zhang Ji was ready to cultivate, but he was not in his room, but walked along the path last time towards the back mountain, but this time he carried a schoolbag with a pair in it.

When he came back last night, he wore a pair of panties, and the old rascal didn't say anything about giving him a robe, which was really bad to the bone.

Looking at the tall mountain peaks in the distance, Zhang Ji began to cultivate the six bodies.

Without the assistance of divine power, the attraction speed of spiritual energy was too slow, and Zhang Ji even had the idea of giving up cultivation and waiting for the arrival of divine power fruits.

But this idea quickly made him lose it, there is no road to success that is not lonely, can't bear loneliness, and failure is not far away.

Cultivating over and over again, absorbing the poor other aura is no longer Zhang Ji's main purpose, and restoring peace to his heart seems to be more important than anything else.

When the sun was rising, a golden light fell from the sky, and another fruit of divine power entered Zhang Ji's sea of knowledge.

Stopping his cultivation, Zhang Ji began to let the new divine power fruit produce his own divinity, he wanted to see if his latest divinity had changed, if he was blinded, he thought that the divinity would also be blinded.

When the child who refused to admit defeat reappeared in his sea of knowledge, Zhang Ji knew that he was not blinded, because this was his most authentic self.

Even so, Zhang Ji still didn't use the Divine Power Fruit, he still cultivated slowly, and it wasn't until the sun set in the west that he used the Divine Power Fruit again.

A strange trajectory appeared in the body, Zhang Ji silently wrote down the trajectory of divine power while cultivating, this trajectory is very weird, not a formation, but a bit like a star map, there are nodes that keep flickering and disappearing, and it can't be imitated if you think about using spiritual power.

The trajectory was complicated, and Zhang Ji still didn't remember it, but when the divine power completely dissipated, Zhang Ji once again touched the shackles of heaven and earth.

It's just that this time, it is obviously not as clear as last time, which indicates that his strength has not yet completely reached the peak of this layer.

If it was Gangji'er, she could still forcibly break through at such a level, because she had experience in cultivation, but Zhang Ji couldn't, and he didn't even have a good way to break through the shackles of heaven and earth.

Since the divine power is gone, Zhang Ji cultivated by himself, cultivating until late at night, feeling that his strength has not increased much, at this rate, if he wants to accumulate to the peak of the second layer of the body, it should take a long time.

How long it was, because of his lack of experience in cultivation, he couldn't tell, but that feeling was really desperate.

But fortunately, he is not in a hurry now, and since last night he has begun to adjust his mentality, and he is no longer so eager for quick success.