In the dark cell, the smell of erosion is fading.

There were a few beads of sweat the size of beans on his head, and the top of his skull kept rising hot air, and the hot air would intertwine with the damp and moldy air, like pouring clean water into the turbid sewage, and the muddy water would be washed white.

The foul air, the gas mixed with the smell of monsters, was constantly purified, and the toxicity began to fade gradually.

Weiming's breathing also began to flow smoothly, and he no longer had to hold his breath and restrain himself. He gasped for air.

"I really didn't expect that this young man could inadvertently trigger the purification effect of Condensing Qigong. ”

Old man Zhao sat in the corner of the wall at the other end, silently watching Weiming's cultivation, and saw that Weiming's seven-step ape flying remnant spectrum practice in his sea of qi had unintentionally stimulated the Qi Condensation Gong in his body. This peculiar landscape surprised Old Man Zhao greatly.

Weiming frowned, thinking hard about the fourth picture, the fourth variable of "hurrying". The ink dot figure kicked his legs backwards over his head, bending straight in front of him from the back. This twisting movement is a great test of the body's flexibility.

Weiming meditated hard in his mind, kept rehearsing, and a small person appeared in his mind, which was the form of the ink dot man, and then kept moving, changing his posture, practicing those few variables repeatedly, manipulating slowly, step by step, and so on, and so on, and Weiming has been constantly observing and speculating.

The villain in the mind is also in the inner world, the spiritual world, in the strict sense. The so-called mind is the mind, the thousands of thoughts in the brain. And now Weiming has tamed the flood beast in his inner world, controlled himself, controlled himself, and meditated to complement each other.

In the three years of cultivation in Futu Mountain, Weiming was all visual fragments, his eyes did not leave the fragmentary page, but his cultivation speed was frighteningly slow, but he only comprehended the first two variables for three years.

Of course, this is just Weiming's own opinion, in fact, with his use and mastery speed, he is definitely the best among the younger generation.

The Futu Patriarch once told him that it took him three years to comprehend the first variable ape flying qi breathing method. However, the unnamed Fu Tu Patriarch also practiced this breathing method, and he didn't see the other changes at all, otherwise he wouldn't just know the name of the first variable, and he didn't know anything about the other tricks.

Weiming's current practice speed is extremely fast, which is all due to the fact that he first came to prison and surrendered thousands of thoughts in his inner world after he was settled. This is equivalent to breaking away distracting thoughts and sublimating one's inner world in an unimaginable way. This can be said to be a great improvement in the realm, although there is no increase in his own strength and power, but in the future, the speed of his comprehension and mastery of the exercises will be extremely fast.

At this time, it only took about two pillars of incense for Weiming to initially learn the third picture, and the fourth picture was also being enlightened.

When he learns the kind of clever attack in the fourth picture, it will be much easier for him to deal with strong enemies, such as the five-foot ghost wolf. At least you don't need to rely on outsiders to protect yourself and not be killed.

Weiming's brows are furrowing more and more now, as if he has encountered an insurmountable difficulty.

In the mind, it is counted as the spiritual world, a part of the inner world, a piece of white. Nothing at all, nothing clutter. This is the result of Weiming's subjugation after the last inner fight.

The original inner world was completely dark, boundless, vast and profound. Loneliness, loneliness, makes people look at the back and feel cold, and even feel scared, in their own territory, their own field, Weiming has always been trembling at that time.

And at this moment, the inner world finally has a clean place, and the original dark world is illuminated by the light in the center of a large clearing.

At first, Weiming wanted to reach the bright location, but he couldn't reach it, it was obviously close at hand, and he could reach it, but he just couldn't touch the edge.

This was a heavy blow to Weiming, who was tormented in his heart, and made him disheartened. But later, after regaining his strength, he decided to keep this light for the time being and let it shine on his inner world, and then take it later.

This dawn has thus settled here, becoming a lantern in the dark world of the unknown heart.

With the help of this "lantern", Weiming can see clearly the scene of his inner world. It is pale, it can also be said to be pure, pure.

In fact, he should be regarded as a baby who has not been born for a long time, so white is the true color of his inner world.

However, people will experience abundant experiences with the changes of the world, which will lead to changes in the inner world and changes in the state of mind.

In the future, Weiming will also experience this, so that the inner world will not be barren and pale, but will continue to add scenery and color, until the inner world is filled with one or perhaps many things, and it will be stuffed and closed, and will no longer accept any spiritual transmission.

Weiming's current inner world is too vast, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's big enough to accommodate a piece of sky.

Because of this, he is very curious about whether there will be life in other parts of his inner world, in other corners.

However, regardless of whether there are other lives or not, anyway, the golden thunder is determined to hide in a certain place and lie dormant in the dark, recover from cultivation, wait for the opportunity, and take it again.

At that time, Weiming will surely face his greatest calamity again, and he will either be killed or enslaved. Or from now on, do your best to collect Qi Tongtian Floating Slaughter to fight against the golden thunder.

But right now, Weiming's biggest worry is to get out of here. If he doesn't run away, his life may end here, and Weiming doesn't want to sit still.

He gritted his teeth and once again smashed the little ink dot man in his mind to speed up the exercise, and the variables in the fourth picture finally began to appear.

Wei Ming worked hard to record these evolutionary movements in his mind, and then destroyed the true qi, ran the exercises, and began to repeatedly nourish the parts of the body that needed to perform this move, moistening the muscles and coordinating the muscles and bones.

"Click!" The crisp sound of air exploding erupted at the joints of the bones of the unnamed body, which was the sound of the mottled miscellaneous air in the bones and skin of his own parts being squeezed out.

After a few more cycles of True Qi, those impurities were finally completely removed, and the sound of the qi explosion disappeared. Weiming stopped repeating his luck.

The villain in his mind is still practicing and drilling, but the speed is getting faster and faster, and finally it has reached the point where he starts all over again in the blink of an eye and starts again.

Weiming can still see clearly, in this country that belongs to him, he can see clearly everything under his eyelids. Therefore, he would not be unable to distinguish the movements of the little ink dot man.

"Whew--- this trick is called Ape Scorpion Tail!" Wei Ming let out a long sigh and gave the name of the trick in the fourth picture.

Finally, the villain, who had been rehearsed thousands of times in the inner world of the unknown, dissipated under the guidance of the unknown and turned into nothingness, and the inner world returned to complete white. However, if you look closer, you will find that there are several marks on the ground where the villain was standing just now.

I was also very surprised when I didn't see it. "Huh, these pictures?" Four black drawings appeared on the white ground where the villain was moving.

It is the four trick diagrams that have been comprehended by the unnamed society.

Weiming didn't expect that when he fully mastered these, those boxing and leg moves he had learned would automatically be imprinted in his heart, and he would never forget them unless he deliberately erased them.

This is undoubtedly the biggest gain, in this way, your inner world is vast and boundless, and the martial arts tricks that can be remembered, and the mental mantras are not endless.

However, Weiming immediately calmed down again: "It's a pity that I'm almost completely covered in darkness here, and those dark areas can't be explored at all, can't see clearly, and can't be distinguished." ”

Weiming looked up at the light above his head: "This light will be called the fruit of light for the time being." It's a pity that the light of this bright fruit is not strong, and it can only illuminate this area, which is only about the size of an acre of land. The rest of the place is dark and impossible to explore. ”

Weiming understands that these can be said to be the credit of the Fruit of Light.

Originally, when he practiced martial arts, he would not remember them at all, but with this fruit of light in the center of his heart, he could remember martial arts in the illuminated white area.

This is not the effect of the fruit of light. Thinking of this, Weiming felt more and more that the origin of the fruit of light was mysterious, and he didn't know how to appear in his inner world.

Now he didn't want to pick the fruit at all, and felt that the fruit was especially important for him to practice martial arts now.

Weiming slowly opened his closed golden eyes, then got up and broke away from his meditative state.

Now he felt that the amount of true qi in the sea of qi in his body had not increased, it was still only the size of a basket, but the concentration of pure qi was at least twice as high as before. Sensing this, Weiming wanted to try again to forcibly break through the prison walls.

Weiming walked up to the wall he had hit before, pinned his arms back fiercely, bent them to the fullest, and put his five fingers together, gathering into a fist the size of a steamed bun. The waist and legs exert force at the same time, concentrating all their own energy on the right arm that is bent backwards. Hold your breath and be full of strength.

"Drink!" the force of the unnamed throat is extinguished, and the amount of force a person uses can be seen by the intensity of the voice he shouts.

If a normal person sticks his ear through, the person who hears the sound will definitely burst his eardrum and become deaf in both ears.

This is the momentum that a qigong master should have, the so-called practice of qi, qigong, and martial arts are all the same kind of things. Those who practice martial arts must practice qi, and those who practice qi must be martial artists.

The unnamed qigong is condensed, although it is not deep or overbearing, but it has a vigorous energy. A savage, primitive aura that can fight and kill wild beasts.

After Wei Ming's heavy drinking, the fist the size of a steamed bun was also smashed out, aiming at the place where he had attacked before, without hesitation, he pierced Changhong and struck hard.

"Bang! click!" The gray rock wall was finally cracked a few cracks, but that wasn't enough, and Weiming followed up with two heavy punches.

"Bang! bang!" "Unnamed's hard fist hit the wall, hard to hit. The two fists smashed down, like two hot thunderbolts, shattering the crack in the wall a little more. Recessed into a fist-sized groove.

"Weiming, you've gotten a lot stronger, but you're just an egg hitting a stone. Old man Zhao saw that Weiming was working so hard to smash the wall, but it was still a drop in the bucket, so he couldn't help but persuade.

But Weiming didn't listen at all, and in his heart, being trapped in prison was the biggest harm to him. He didn't want to be enslaved anymore, and he didn't want to be fleshed by a golden thunderfish like he had been in the jade again!

"Bang, bang!" Wei Ming hit two old fists again, and the skin on the back of his hand was torn apart, but the groove in the wall only deepened, and the gray stone wall showed no signs of cracking.

"Why is that? How thick is this wall?" Weiming smashed it with his fist, but the wall was a few feet thick, and after Weiming smashed a dozen punches, he fell to the ground. The bones of the hands were smashed, and the skin on the back of the hand was completely worn away, revealing the broken bones inside.

"Are you really going to die here?" Weiming let out an unwilling cry in his heart.

But at this moment, the wall actually collapsed, attracting the eyes of Weiming and Old Man Zhao.

"Leave me alone, Lord Ghost Wolf, I don't want to die!" a massive monster rose from the rock of the collapsed wall, and begged for mercy on its knees as it wailed at the Lord of the Ghost Wolf outside the cell.