The state of the Divine Power Fruit is very strange, between being and not being, it can be felt, but it cannot be observed and understood.

The aura is different, Zhang Ji's aura does not stay in the meridians, but directly enters his skeletal muscles, constantly increasing his physical strength.

At this point he raised his hand, clenched his fist, felt the strength was very full, and glanced at the wall, he felt that he could break through it with one punch.

Of course, this should only be his imagination, according to Hatani's description, the Qi refining period and the body cultivation period of the Divine Consciousness Cultivator should not have too strong strength, if the first layer of the body can break through the wall, it will be too extraordinary.

His sense of expansion should be the result of his own lack of adaptation due to the rapid increase in strength.

Pressing the feeling in his heart, Zhang Ji began to feel the shackles in his body, which was the culprit who trapped Zhang Ji from continuing to sprint to the next layer.

The shackles were hard to describe, it felt like an oversized bag grabbed his body and drained the air inside, and then the shackles wrapped tightly around his body, making him very uncomfortable.

"Gangjier, share a little breakthrough experience." Zhang Ji asked Gangjier for advice.

"You're already at the peak of your body?" The steel hammer was a little surprised.

Zhang Ji nodded, there is no need to hide this, not to mention that it is still a steel hammer.

"The infusion period, corresponding to the realm of the demon clan, is the nine slashes of the demon road, breaking the nine-layer shackles of heaven and earth on the body, the demon clan cultivates the truth, and goes against the sky, there is not much attention to this realm, breaking the road with strength, and smashing the shackles is." Gang'er replied very crisply, with a resolute expression.

"Is that okay?" Zhang Ji was puzzled, he always felt that this was too simple, he was now in peak condition, if according to Gang'er, it would not be difficult.

In his senses, the unlock was thick, but not enough to cope with his bursting power.

"It's as simple as that, it's like this to prove the Tao with strength, if it is a cultivation of divine consciousness, it is natural to have a corresponding realm of understanding, and each layer must follow the state of mind, and it is not necessary to prove the Tao with strength, at least at this level, it is not needed." Steel's answer was still decisive.

Zhang Ji nodded, he trusted Gangji'er, so he didn't have any doubts.

He didn't rush to break through, but carefully felt the explosive power in his body, and at the same time felt the residual divine power fruit in his body.

He had a feeling that if he agitated the remaining divine power fruit, he could break through the shackles in one fell swoop, but he subconsciously felt that this was not good, and he couldn't tell what it was, it was just a feeling.

It's like shooting a scene, sometimes he feels that this kind of shooting is not good, and he needs to change the angle to make the picture more coherent and let the audience accept more information.

Whenever this feeling arises, he knows that his directing skills are not enough and he needs to arm himself with more knowledge, and he will turn to the cinematographer on the spot, or simply try a few more angles.

That's how he feels at this time, and he believes in this feeling, because he has grown up over the years.

When people face the unknown, they will always choose to rely on something, in addition to rational judgment, that is, the feeling of self, which can be called inspiration, or the sixth sense.

He can't rely on the divine power fruit to break through, but he is not enough to mobilize his body strength, and he doesn't have the ability to concentrate on one yet, so he chooses to be six bodies.

Close your eyes and concentrate, your consciousness enters the world of knowing the sea, and you can feel the six bodies through the remaining fruit of divine power.

It was a light and shadow, which was broken into his world of knowledge by Abbot Sifan, at the beginning, he just repeated the twisting action of his body, but at this time, the light and shadow changed.

The movement is still writhing, but the rhythm and frequency become faster, and as the twisting continues, the body of light and shadow gradually grows larger, until it swells up in a circle, and then repeats this set of movements.

Zhang Jifu was blessed to the soul, and his body began to learn to writhe light and shadow, with the divine help of the divine power fruit, his movements were very standard.

There was no pain, but a soreness and numbness came from the bones and muscles, and it felt as if countless ants were climbing in the body, and those six tiny feet slashed across the bones and muscles, leaving a soreness and numbness that made him unable to lift his strength.

It feels weird, sore, and more unbearable than pain.

The aura in the body keeps wandering in the muscles and bones, and the flesh seems to be infused with energy, constantly swelling, and the sour numbness seems to come from this.

He didn't want to stop, but the sour numb made him want to scratch, this was a kind of consciousness struggle, a kind of heavenly obstruction.

Zhang Ji's body fluctuated in the process of his cultivation, and his clothes had long been torn, but the first-class quality Xiao ** was still wrapped in his lower body.

Soreness and numbness are not like pain, which will make him sweat, but this kind of pain makes his body always shake involuntarily and slightly, and this shaking will make the practice of the exercises pause.

Zhang Ji had to try again and again, and failed again and again.

When the sun went down, Zhang Ji finally stopped cultivating, he moved his hands and feet, and beat a few times, the soreness and numbness in his body completely disappeared, leaving behind vigorous strength.

"Zhang Ji, I'm here to bring you food." Outside the door, Hartani's voice rang out.

Zhang Ji opened the door to thank him, how could he not see Hatani's friendship with him, but his mind was not on it.

He has experienced feelings a few times, good and bad, for a long time, he is used to being single, and he doesn't want to get along with people for the time being, although he has some good feelings for Hartani, the problem is, whether this good impression comes from Harani's convex figure or the identity of the client's father, he can't tell the difference, and no matter which kind of good feeling the two have, they are not suitable for being together.

He has passed the age of hurting others at will, and he also has the courage and ability to regret it after rejecting this beauty.

Therefore, he deliberately alienated Hartani, thinking about this, Harteni can also see it.

He ate dinner with Hatani, Hatani asked him what he was doing, Zhang Ji did not hide it, physical cultivation was the future he chose, and ghost cultivation was just a cover for divine cultivation.

Hartani glanced at Gai Zhonggai, who was hiding in the corner to beat the king, and sighed in her heart that this child had a big heart like his master.

She is confident in her figure and appearance, and Zhang Ji's estrangement, she can't find the reason, and finally concludes that he has a big heart - women would rather believe that men who don't like them are fools, and that they are not attractive enough, which has nothing to do with wisdom.

Hatani left, Zhang Ji sorted out his mood, and wanted to continue cultivating, but he felt that he still couldn't get through the trouble of sourness, so he simply went out for a walk.

He didn't have a lid in the middle of the cover, after all, this stupid kid was addicted to playing games, but he brought a steel hammer with him, because the steel hammer was very alert.

As the sun set, the sky was full of burning clouds, Zhang Ji walked around casually, gradually walked into the back mountain, and unconsciously climbed to the top of the mountain.

It is a very flat hilltop, not large, with a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, and the wooden houses do not have any modern equipment from the outside.

This is a small courtyard with a sense of age, a little historical dust, more simple colors, just look at this courtyard, you can imagine a story.

This is not the abode of the outcasts, but it is built on the top of the hill of the outcasts.

Zhang Ji didn't step forward, he guessed that this should be an old rascal, with the story of an old rascal, although he scolded the old rascal for being an old rascal, but in his heart, he still recognized the old rascal.

can despise a person, but still give him the respect he deserves, this is Zhang Ji's principle of doing things.

There is a stone in front of the courtyard, the stone is not big, it looks like the kind of person who uses it to cool off, and Zhang Ji sat on the stone in the sunset.

The mountains rise and fall in the distance, a beautiful scenery under the sunset, unknown birds flutter in the sky, and the clouds in the higher places show the scale of fish, deep and beautiful.

Zhang Ji compares his hand to the shape of a camera, and composes the picture against the sunset and clouds on the horizon, so that the clouds become depth in the picture, the sun blooms its last light in the lower right corner of the picture, and the mountains, rocks and trees become the main body of the picture...... It's not good-looking, so that the birds become the subject of the picture...... Can't catch up.

Zhang Ji was distressed, he turned left and right to find the subject of the picture, and found that it was difficult to find a prominent object to become the subject, should he let the sunset become the theme? The picture looks a little sad, the last light?

Just as he was about to give up, a mountain peak in the distance came into his view.

The mountain peaks are far away, and he had to make the camera smaller to simulate the telephoto in order to make the mountain peaks the main body, and when this composition appears, the peaks that seem to be about to break through the fish scale clouds are given a sense of heroic twilight and heroic grandeur under the illumination of the setting sun.

Adjust the angle again, imagining the sunset as the rising sun, and the mountain peak in the center of the picture suddenly has a Lingyun ambition.

Zhang Ji was stunned for a moment, his head was empty, and slowly a word appeared in his mind: will.

The mountain peak between heaven and earth seemed very thin, but he was so upright and inserted into the sky, if the picture could be shot from the bottom up, this feeling should be strong.

He sighed, suddenly got up, stared at the peak, directly simulated the body of Zhangliu, the sour numbness hit again, and he stared at the peak.

Will, there is nothing more important than a strong will, at this moment, Zhang Ji's eyes were round, staring at the mountain peak, and resisting the sour numbness.

The steel hammer retreated far away, looking at Zhang Ji standing in front of the stone, feeling that he was a mountain, no, the peak of a mountain.

Time slowly passed, Zhang Ji's body became bigger and bigger, when his clothes were torn by him, when his eyes were round, a subtle "poof" sound came.

It's like a diaphragm has been broken, and it's like a fart that has been separated for a long time, the sound is not loud, but it is very clear.

The sour numbness in Zhang Ji's body disappeared, and a clear feeling of heaven and earth came, as if the sky and the earth were closer to him.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to roar, he couldn't help this feeling of comfort.

"Ah~~~~"

The voice returned in the valley, with excitement, and a single high-spirited air, spreading far away.