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Outside the cell, the breath escaped, although it was not a real flame, but it was very hot and hot, Meng Qi only felt that his skin was hot, like a fire, and the sweat could not stop flowing outward, starting from his forehead, across his face, across the corners of his mouth, and flowing down with the sweat of his upper body.

Dizzy and dizzy, his head was swollen, Meng Qi barely calmed down, maintained the qi route of the first level of the Golden Bell Jar, and was very glad that he had an iron cloth shirt as a base, otherwise he would definitely have "burned" his skin, and the water loss would be strict, and he would not be able to persevere.

This is many times more terrifying than a sauna!

The internal force is constantly running, and Meng Qi feels as if the muscles are "dissolving" little by little, constantly "reorganizing", from the inside out, with the "transformation" of the golden bell jar to himself.

The dantian also began to condense again.

Sweating probably, Meng Qi's vision became blurred, and he felt that the scene in front of him was shaking—this was the part of the Golden Bell Jar that was aimed at his eyes during each level of cultivation, of course, in the case of the first level, he only needed to open his eyes for ten breaths in this environment.

The torture and torment that he had never experienced before made Meng Qi subconsciously look inside the cage, as if he was longing for the fire hooves to move inward, away from him, and let the heat here decrease a little.

The fire hoove, which was covered in red feathers, seemed to feel Meng Qi's gaze, his eyes opened, and he took a step in his direction, so the heat was even worse!

Meng Qi cursed secretly, not daring to look at the fire hoof, for fear that it would move to his side again.

After ten breaths, Meng Qi closed his eyes, trying his best to forget the torment of the high temperature, the discomfort of his skin and muscles, and the various things around him, and immersed himself in the cultivation of the golden bell jar.

I don't know how long it took, the voice of "Amitabha" reached Meng Qi's ears, and it happened to be the end of his week-long interval.

"Master. Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of him.

Xuan Bei lightly bowed: "It's okay, today's cultivation ends here." You were able to last a day, which was also beyond the teacher's expectations. ”

"One day?" Meng Qi asked in a hoarse voice, his heart was extremely shocked, he actually lasted a day?

At the same time, he finished pranayama and stood up slowly, only to feel pain all over his body, his legs were weak, and he wanted to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.

A smile appeared on Xuan Bei's often melancholy face: "The teacher originally thought that you could withstand two hours at most, but you persevered for five hours, and your perseverance was commendable, not as impetuous." ”

Sometimes I just have fun in the midst of suffering and soothe my mood, but I actually know it in my heart...... Meng Qi secretly argued for himself, but as soon as he took a step, he almost fell down, because he was too hot, dizzy and weak.

With a wave of Xuan Bei's robe, the wind rose from nowhere, firmly supporting Meng Qi, preventing him from falling, and letting him out of the range of the Huohu cell.

When the coolness hit, Meng Qiu's mind was clear, and he suddenly felt that he was alive again!

"But don't be self-supporting, it's easy to hurt your body, five hours is fine. Xuan Bei walked in front and said to Meng Qi casually, "In this way, when you can practice the first level of the Golden Bell Jar in half a month, the first three levels will not add up to three months." ”

Three months...... Meng Qi frowned, because he didn't know how long the next reincarnation mission would take, if there was a year and a half, it would naturally be worry-free, if it was still like last time, only one month, then his golden bell jar would be able to practice to the second level at most, and there would be no substantial improvement.

Fortunately, there is a rainstorm pear flower needle to save my life!

Meng Qi could only think so, because the golden bell jar is the kind of divine skill with a strong foundation and slow progress, if you cultivate normally, the first three levels will take at least a year, even if you have the foundation to accumulate qi and become a small success, I am afraid it will take six or seven months, and now you can practice it in three months, what are you complaining about?

Without saying a word all the way, Meng Qi dragged his weak and weak body back to the small courtyard where Xuan Bei was, went straight to the water tank, picked up the wooden scoop, and drank two full scoops to alleviate the lack of water.

Entering the meditation room, Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui was meditating, with a smile on his face, concentrating, and he actually had a bit of Zen.

Meng Qi was stunned, and immediately found the Lingzhi Qi Replenishing Pill and swallowed it, and then meditated cross-legged to regulate his body and replenish his internal breath.

At dinner, Meng Qi burst out with the strongest "combat power" ever, and he was surprised by the amount of food he ate.

And after eating and drinking, Meng Qi, who had practiced hard for a day during the day, was extremely tired, and just wanted to lie down on the Tongpu - Shaolin advocates asceticism, even if Xuan Bei is the only small courtyard of an elder, there is no substantial difference between it and the miscellaneous courtyard and the martial monk's courtyard, if it is not for secrecy and convenience for his own cultivation, there will not even be a separate courtyard.

"Senior brother, I continued to meditate. Zhenhui said to Meng Qi with great interest, and jumped back to the meditation room directly, without any resistance to cultivation.

Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed, turned around and walked into the courtyard, found a ring knife, and practiced the "Blood Knife Knife Technique" in the cold moonlight.

You can't slack off! I don't know when the reincarnation mission will start!

"Blood Knife Knife Technique" attaches great importance to the pace and the angle of the move, paying attention to the foresight in front and the ignorance in the back, so that the knife technique can be extremely weird, and each knife is cut out from an incredible position, and this complements Meng Qi's "Divine Change", and the practice promotes each other.

After practicing the sword technique several times, the tired Meng Qi stopped, gasping for breath, intending to take a break.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xuan Bei standing at the door of the meditation room, and he didn't know how long he had been standing.

"Master. Meng Qi hurriedly clasped his hands together.

Xuan Bei nodded, showing a rare look of satisfaction: "Very good." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked into his meditation room.

Meng Qi was secretly proud, breathed for a moment, and continued to practice the knife technique.

............

Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the life of the two points and one line in the Huohu cell and the Xuanbei Courtyard, only to feel that the golden bell jar was running more and more smoothly, and his body had a strange change, and he also practiced the first level on the thirteenth day.

On this day, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of Huohu's cell, with few beads of sweat on his body, reflecting a little gold.

Although the high temperature is still the same, Meng Qi's discomfort has been alleviated a lot, he is no longer dizzy, his skin is no longer burning, and his body is much calmer.

Suddenly, a layer of gold appeared in Meng Qi's dantian, and a slight sound seemed to sound.

After the sound, the golden color faded, and Meng Qi opened his eyes and moved his neck in satisfaction.

On the twenty-ninth day, the second level of the Golden Bell Jar was completed!

Xuan Bei seemed to have been staying here and did not leave, and he frowned slightly when he saw this: "Yes, the cultivation of the third level will start tomorrow." ”

"Master, is the third level still here?" Meng Qi stood up and asked with concern.

By now, his prostration after every cultivation had improved a lot, at least he wouldn't be so weak that he would fall down when he walked.

"Outside the cell in front. Xuan Bei gestured with his eyes.

Meng Qi followed his line of sight and looked over, and now it was the one he had noticed before, the cold air was pervasive, and there was a layer of ice crystals on the ground.

Previously it was "hot", now it is "cold"?

Xuan Bei slowly spoke: "What is locked in is the 'Cold Turtle', you have to use its emanating cold and icy aura to cultivate the third level." ”

"Yes, Master. Meng Qi looked at the cell and saw a giant tortoise with a pale blue tortoise shell on its back, with snow fluttering and ice crystals everywhere, in stark contrast to the fire hoof's cell across the wall.

After returning to the small courtyard, Xuan Bei gave the token to Meng Qi: "You should be familiar with the daily exchanges, so go to practice on your own in the future, and when the third level is completed, you will be told to be a teacher." ”

Meng Qi nodded yes, after all, in the past month, when he was cultivating, the master was guarding by the side, delaying him for a lot of time, and now that he has completed the second level of the Golden Bell Jar, he is also familiar with the environment there, and it is time to be self-reliant.

............

The next day, Meng Qi held the token in his hand and entered the relics pagoda along the lì, and arrived at the place where the "Han Turtle" was held on the first floor.

As soon as he stepped inside, Meng Qi felt a biting chill, colder than every winter he had ever passed before, as if even his bone marrow was about to be frozen.

As usual, he sat down shirtless, trembling cross-legged, and turned the Golden Bell Jar to the third care of the law to keep out the cold.

This time, Meng Qi did not look at the "Cold Turtle" again, and "begged" it to retreat inward, so as not to bring the opposite consequences.

However, as he practiced, Meng Qi felt colder and colder, as if his third concern method had been practiced in vain.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't know when, the cold turtle had quietly moved near the iron fence.

This damn monster!—Meng Qi gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Haha, stupid human, don't you know that this dead turtle has the most revenge? it has only flooded a city, and it has been locked up here for decades, how can it be pleasing to the eyes of you humans?"

Meng Qi was just refining his eyes, and through the cold air, he saw a little bird lying on the cage.

It is very ugly, with a round body like a ball, two short wings covered with black feathers, and no beak on its head, but a fish-like beak.

"What do you see? We don't change our name, we don't change our surname, and our road name is 'Hanging Wings', which is a descendant of the Kunpeng clan!" the little bird said in a jumping motion, "You must be very curious why we didn't talk to you a few days ago, is it a casual conversation with a human being like us?"

Meng Qi ignored it, closed his eyes, and concentrated on cultivating.

"Tsk, little monk, what's the use of relying on the cold qi of the dead turtle to cultivate? You have to find a cold cockroach, haha, when the time comes, you will freeze into ice slag, and you can't die anymore...... "Little Bird" hanging wings "Don't have Meng Qi's consciousness of cultivating at all, continue to chatter.

"Your posture is so ugly, you humans really don't have any taste......" It picked Meng Qi from head to toe, and said for an hour.

"Little monk, what's the use of practicing the turtle shell kung fu like the Golden Bell Jar, it's better to release us, we will have our own benefits for you......"

Meng Qi only felt the noise in his ears, which made him impetuous, and wanted to jump up and find something to plug this guy's mouth, it was too noisy, too able to speak! I don't know if I need to be pure when cultivating?

"Speaking of benefits, our Kunpeng family has been inherited for many thousands of years, and my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once ...... "The little bird talks about sex, starting from the story of its grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, this posture can't be finished in three months!"

After the end of a week, Meng Qi got up suddenly, ready to plug the mouth of the "hanging wings", but the little bird was unusually alert, and flew back to the depths of the cell the moment Meng Qi got up, and said triumphantly: "Do you think we can't see when you finish running a week?"

"Haha, listen to us honestly!"