There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and the cold is unknown.

The trip to the Mingxuan Mountain Range came to a complete end, and the four princes also returned to the palace of the Great Chu Kingdom, and when they left, they also brought Master Zhang from Qingyang City, saying that they wanted to promote him to the position of a royal array mage. Qiu Safu and Zhou Xiluo returned in vain and left the Great Chu State.

But hundreds of feet below the huge pit in the Mingxuan Mountain Range, Feng Qi was still trapped in the narrow and deep valley bottom, and the only valuable discovery he had made in these days was this pond water. This pool of water is by no means an ordinary mountain spring Lingxi, he drinks it when he is thirsty, and eats it when he is hungry, to Feng Qi's surprise, every time he drinks this somewhat sticky but slippery pool water, after a while, he feels as if a hot warm current in his abdomen is filled with it, and then this hot current swells to the limbs and bones of the whole body, from the top of his head to his heels, and his whole body is warm.

At first, Feng Qi felt extremely weird, thinking that this would cause diarrhea, but after the heat surged all over his body, Feng Qi didn't think so, because then Feng Qi felt an unprecedented feeling of comfort, the whole body was as light as nothing, the whole body was comfortable and comfortable, where would there be any stomach.

This kind of wonderful and intoxicating feeling Feng Qi had also felt in the Chen family before, that was the feeling he only felt after swallowing the elixir distributed by the Chen family once a year, but that feeling was fleeting, how could it compare to this strange pool of water, which lasted for a long time.

Feng Qi was very bored in the days at the bottom of the valley, he slept every day except for cultivation, and the rest was talking to himself to the dark stone wall by himself. Speaking of cultivation, Feng Qi is just a set of things from the Chen family, Feng Qi is not qualified to have spiritual skills or anything, and there is indeed nothing good in this place where Ming Xuanzhen has a big palm.

Out of the ordinary, pay attention to a word. But what kind of way to get rid of it, it is natural to take off the mortal fetus with the naked eye, and reshape the skin, meridians, bones, and internal organs of the martial monk's whole body, so as to stimulate the full potential of the human body to the greatest extent.

The first to the third "shedding" of the skin and bones in the realm of detachment, making it more tenacious and enduring, so as to burst out with more powerful power, this is the power of the ten masters. The so-called power of ten masters, in popular terms, refers to the power of ten elite strong men, but how powerful is the power of ten strong men, ten elite strong men killed a tiger with their bare hands, of course, this tiger is not a demon beast. The power of ten husbands is just like that.

The fourfold to sixfold of the realm of detachment is to "take off" the limbs and hundreds of remains, sublimation and tempering from the outside to the inside, and when it comes to the sixfold realm of detachment, the qi and blood of the warrior are several times stronger than the ordinary, and the spirit is vigorous, and there is the power of fifty husbands.

The seventh-fold to nineth-fold refinement of the Mortal Realm is the five internal organs, which are the important organs of the human body, so this last stage takes longer than the first two stages, and when it reaches the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, there is the power of a hundred masters. It takes a full hundred fu to be promoted to the Qi Transformation Realm.

However, it is rumored that there are some amazing talents on the Yuncang Continent, who are the best in the world, and they can cultivate to the tenth level of the legend in the Extraordinary Realm.

But what is the tenth "detachment" of the realm of detachment?

The tenth "detachment" of the realm of detachment is the essence of the warrior, the spiritual power of the warrior, and the seemingly illusory things such as the divine perception of the warrior. But there are very few such geniuses, and there is one in a hundred million miles, so every martial artist who has reached the tenth level in the realm of transcendence will be extremely powerful or a heavenly figure in the future, and extraordinary people can be compared. And when he reached the Immortal Realm, the strength of the tenth martial artist reached an astonishing strength of one hundred and twenty masters.

Feng Qi continued to repeat this monotonous day after day, and a month passed quietly in the blink of an eye. Feng Qi also gradually adapted to the dark environment at the bottom of the valley, but what made him anxious was that this strange pool water was almost consumed by him, and at a glance, the pool water that was still wide in the past was now only a puddle with bumps and bumps, which made Feng Qi not anxious.

But there is also good news, that is, yesterday when Feng Qi picked up a little water from the puddle with great effort and drank it in his stomach, he suddenly felt that his stomach was hot and unstoppable, and then he let out a fart. After farting, he inexplicably broke through to the third level of the Extraordinary Realm, which also means that he has the power of ten husbands.

Feng Qi was also extremely speechless at that time, and then remembered the two young men of the Sun family who teased him in the Mingxuan Mountains that day, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of it.

Feng Qi looked at the strange pool water left in front of him, two shallow frowns on his forehead, and squatted on the edge of the pool with his head propped up, feeling difficult in his heart. Feng Qi thought that this pool of water would be enough for him to last for three days at most, at most four days, no, four days was no longer enough. What can he do without this pool of water, he can't refine the aura between heaven and earth for his own use, and he can't eat the fireworks of the world.

It's useless to take a dry look, Feng Qi then walked to these nearby puddles, and while thinking, he thought of the past in Mingxuan Town, "The ancient wells in Mingxuan Town are always clogged up, and when the water can't come out, the old people let them go down and dig again, and after digging, the water in the well rises again." This strange pond water must be the same reason, and I need to dig it again. Feng Qi had an idea, and he thought he had found the right idea.

At that moment, Feng Qi chose a small puddle and prepared to dig it. He first moved all the water in the pit to the nearby large puddle again and again, until there was no more water to be fished out of the small puddle.

Then Feng Qi picked up the torn robe, let go of his hands and feet, and only relied on his two hands to dig hard to the small puddle, every time he dug down a little with his hands, he straightened up slightly, picked up the soil produced from the pit and threw it into the open space on the side of him, and so on for nearly two hours, the waste mud piled up in the open space on the side next to him was waist-high, but there was no reduction in any water coming out of the ground.

What puzzled Feng Qi was that every time he dug down a foot with his hands, the soil in this small puddle was getting drier and drier, not like a place with plenty of water.

Not only is this land getting drier and drier, but Feng Qi's heart is getting more and more bottomless.

In this way, Feng Qi was worried about digging in the ground for half an hour, and finally he couldn't hold on, lying in this place that was barely called the riverbed, panting, out of breath and howling, "I'm tired of Lao Tzu, I'm tired of Lao Tzu." ”

After lying here for a long time, Feng Qi straightened up, rubbed his somewhat swollen head, lay down in front of a large puddle, lowered his head in an extremely indecent posture, and gulped the remaining pool water.

This pool of water is now a quenching of thirst and hunger for him.

Feeling that he had almost drunk, Feng Qi raised his head, half-knelt on the ground and wiped his mouth with his hand, and said to himself, "This pool of water is extremely weird, I have been digging with my hands for so long, not to mention dozens of feet deep, so the more I dig the drier?"

"Isn't this pool of water coming out of the ground?" Feng Qi thought about it for a while, feeling that what he said was a little unreasonable, and added another sentence.

Feng Qi sat on the ground again, thinking for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, he was a little angry in his heart, so he scolded: "It's really heavenly, what can I do?" After speaking, he looked at the bare stone walls around him, and had an urge to hit his head, and unconsciously felt more sad at the bottom of the valley.

But Feng Qi thought about it: "It's not worth it for Lao Tzu to die like this, I have to think of a decent way to die, crash to death, die of thirst, starve to death, stink, die of exhaustion, suffocate to death, ......" In an instant, countless strange ways of death appeared in Feng Qi's mind one by one, and when he caught a glimpse of the small puddle again, as if a flash of inspiration, he slapped his head and shouted: "I can still drown, hahaha." "How do you listen to it, how do you feel that there is an inextricable sadness in these words.

After the thought of dying took root in Feng Qi's mind, Feng Qi threw away all the hopes of survival before. He was now lying half-dead on the ground, in a meditative state.