With the True Spirit, Zhao Tian's memory and comprehension ability have improved to an inhuman level, just by reading it once, not only have he memorized everything, but he has also gained a certain understanding.

To put it simply, this is a kind of subtle connection between the energy of the five elements and one's own internal organs to achieve the purpose of strengthening and refining impurities in advance.

It is said that if you want to break through from a peerless king to a monarch, you must achieve the realm of internal and external integration.

This requires the tempering of internal organs, and all major forces have similar exercises, but generally speaking, the minimum requirement for cultivating this kind of method is also to be at the peak of the king level.

However, the "Five Elements Internal Alchemy" is one of the few methods that can be cultivated at the grandmaster level, relying on the five elements attributes of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, it will be much easier and safer to draw the energy of the five elements to quench.

Xingyimen has the transcendent inheritance of the twelve god types and the way of the five elements, of which the twelve god forms are extremely complete, while the way of the five elements is relatively incomplete and lacks many things.

"Five Elements Internal Alchemy", in fact, Xingyi Gate does not have a related picture scroll of the garden, and it cannot be imprinted and inherited, so it can only practice the classics left by its predecessors.

The cultivation of these predecessors is high and low, and their perceptions are also different, and the exercises written down are naturally high and low.

Among them, the highest level of writing cultivation is the monarch-level powerhouse, there are only two different versions, and it is also very precious in the Xingyi Gate.

"Forget it, I'm going to leave tomorrow, let's wait until I return to China and then cultivate this thing!"

Zhao Tian put down his book, got up and walked downstairs.

Zhao Xuankong was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and he was still in a coma.

His breath of life was vague and powerful, like a dormant humanoid dragon, his face was ruddy, not at all like he had been in a coma for eight days.

Zhao Tian checked his father's situation, got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by his mother.

Wu Qiulan said: "Stinky boy, don't be busy cultivating that book of "Five Elements Internal Alchemy" for the time being.

Although this method is relatively mild, it still has a lot of dangers, especially at the very beginning, and it is best to have the support of a strong person. ”

"Well, Mom, don't worry about it, I know it. Zhao Tian couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, and hurriedly agreed.

On the way back to the room, Zhao Tian recalled his mother's nagging, and was a little helpless for a while:

"It seems that in the eyes of my mother, I am still a child. ”

In China, since the great changes in heaven and earth, strange things have occurred in many places, and all kinds of mysterious ancient buildings have appeared.

The Nine Heavenly Ques in the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, the infinite golden light in the Yellow River Valley, the quaint palaces on the top of the Kongtong Mountains, the Flying Immortal Bridge in the Dunhuang Grottoes...

Divine and bright, fairy light, and demonic energy, all kinds of visions make this place more and more mysterious.

In addition, most of these places are full of ancient myths and legends, such as the dwellings of immortals, the places where saints preached, the ruins of the capital of ancient dynasties, and the places of origin of the Chinese people in legends...

All this has made people have great curiosity, and there are all kinds of strange speculations and fantasies.

Many people, after getting through the initial panic, have a great curiosity and want to find out.

Groups of people, either professional or just ordinary people, entered the mysterious places one after another.

However, from the beginning to the end, no one came out.

"Near Xi'an, where the site of the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum is located, a black fog that covers the sky and the sun is rolling and surging.

There are soldiers and brothers, horses' hooves neighing, and tens of thousands of people shouting to kill, and the sound faintly comes from the depths of the black fog, making people suspect that under the black fog is not the beautiful Lishan, but an ancient battlefield.

A hundred meters away from the black fog, there is a campsite.

Several men and women dressed as students were busy, but the scene was quiet, and no one spoke.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy, like a pool of stagnant water, which made people breathless.

"Xiaoyu, don't go, okay!"

A slightly dark-skinned young man broke the silence of the scene and said in a pleading tone.

"I have to go in and find my dad. ”

The short-haired girl, who was packing her backpack and checking all kinds of outdoor items, didn't look back, but her body paused slightly, and she continued to get busy.

"The professor has been in for three days!

The young man's emotions suddenly lost control, and he threw aside the backpack in the girl's hand, grabbed the other party's shoulders and forcibly twisted it to face him.

Looking into the eyes of the short-haired girl, the young man whispered, his voice trembling:

"Just think it's for my sake, don't go to that ghost place to die again!"

"Yes, Xiaoyu, you think about it, now that the Internet has spread, all the people who entered these strange places have disappeared, and no one has come out!" someone said, trying to stop and dispel the idea of the short-haired girl.

Several students gathered around and spoke up one after another, persuading the girl named Xiaoyu not to take risks!

"Just because no one comes out doesn't mean they're all dead!" Xiao Yu shook off the young man and said very firmly.

Then, Xiaoyu pushed everyone away, picked up the backpack, and walked towards the black fog that was rolling a hundred meters away.

"I'm not going to let you die!"

The young man chased after her, grabbed the girl's arm, and said that he would not let the girl leave.

Xiaoyu kept struggling, but unsuccessfully, and the two were frozen in place for a while.

At this moment, the black mist that covered the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang suddenly and violently rolled up, and the incomparably terrifying fluctuations spread to all sides, as if they were about to destroy the world!

If the black fog before was a slightly rippling sea, now it is a huge tsunami that is tens or hundreds of meters high, which is spectacular!

A group of students, including Xiaoyu and her boyfriend, stopped, staring blankly at the distance, speechless in shock.

"When you learn and learn it, don't you also say it? There are friends from afar, and you are happy? People don't know and are displeased, aren't you also gentlemen?"

"If you learn without thinking, you will leap, and if you think without learning, you will perish."

"Knowing it silently, learning without getting tired, teaching people tirelessly, what is there for me!"

There was a vicissitudes of life and a distant sound, sounding from the deepest part of the rolling black fog.

The voice had an ancient flavor, faint at first, but then became clearer.

Gradually, the voice of the emperor, like the sermon of the legendary saint, shook the heart.

The Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang seemed to be shaking, some subtleties began to crack, and the power of the repression gradually weakened.

The next moment, the black mist, which was as turbulent as the sea, was suddenly torn open into a narrow crack, and bright but not dazzling white light gushed out from it, filling the heavens and the earth.

An old man with flowing white hair and wide robes and large sleeves, holding a roll of bamboo slips, walked out step by step.

The old man waved his sleeves slightly, and a middle-aged man flew out of it and landed steadily next to Xiaoyu.

"Professor Hu!" everyone was surprised, delighted and puzzled, feeling that everything in front of them was too bizarre, as if in a dream.

Ignoring the group of students who had gathered around the unconscious middle-aged man, the old man, shrouded in white light, stepped forward and was about to leave.

"Roar!"

A loud dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, furious and furious, and fierce!

The black mist was surging and rolling, wriggling and entangled, and it actually formed the head of an evil dragon.

The black dragon head was incomparably huge, like a small mountain, and the black glow was as thick as liquid, as if it were real metal.

The black dragon head did not stop at all, and as soon as it was formed, it directly opened its huge mouth and bit down on the old man who was close at hand.

Turning around, the white-haired old man threw the ancient bamboo slip in his hand forward.

Everything seems to be slow, the bamboo slips slowly unfold, and the rolling bamboo pieces seem to contain some indescribable truth between heaven and earth.

Behind the old man, light and shadow change, blurring the line between the unreal and the real.

It seems to have returned to a distant era, and the students in wide robes and big sleeves can't tell how many there are, walking in the mountains, the earth, and the riverside... Between.

They spoke in unison, with Heavenly Constitution in their mouths, and gathered together, their voices were magnificent and indistinct, as if the whole heaven and earth were shaking with it.

There is a certain vast power that comes out of nothingness and is blessed on the bamboo simplicity.

Thundered!

The brilliant burst of brilliance to the extreme, as if there was an extra sun in the world.

The two energies collided with each other, constantly annihilated, and finally returned to nothingness.

Everything calmed down, and when the light dissipated, revealing the old man's body.

At this moment, the white light that shrouded the white-haired old man around his body became dim.

The body is illusory, like a dream bubble, and the old man has no body, like a legendary soul.

Looking at the black sea of fog that had quieted down in front of him, a smile appeared on the old man's illusory face, and he sighed plainly.

"The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night."

The white light lit up again, and the old man's illusory body seemed to be a little more blurred.

A white meteor pierced the sky, like a brilliant meteor, passing through a long distance, and finally disappeared in an unknown place in Qufu, Shandong.

Almost at the same time, in the land of China, several of the oldest academies, there were visions.

Haoran Academy, the deepest part, the attic where Mencius's handwritten writings of Wendao Zhibao are stored, suddenly shines brightly, and the surging righteousness of heaven and earth affects the clouds in the sky, forming an incomparably spectacular scene!

Zhuzi Academy, in the belly of one of the peaks...

In the early morning, the sun rises in the east, the morning glow sprays thin, and the essence and mysterious energy of heaven and earth become more and more intense.

Call!

With a long breath of turbidity, Zhao Tian opened his eyes and slowly opened the window, enjoying the golden sunlight.

After cultivating overnight, Zhao Tian not only did not feel the slightest tiredness, but seemed to be in good spirits.

"If you want to break through, it shouldn't be difficult, but I always feel that this is not perfect, like something is missing. ”

Bathed in the sun, Zhao Tian thought that after the previous battle, his soul had reached enough requirements.

Now, as long as Zhao Tian is willing, it won't take long to break through to the title level and cross the ladder of life in the first episode.

But he didn't, because he had a feeling that his breakthrough shouldn't be like this.