Wu Feng sat on the carpet and used his true qi to heal his injuries.

A voice suddenly sounded in Wu Feng's mind.

"Wow, it's far worse than Lao Tzu back then, a kid who dares to say that he doesn't dare to do it. Replaced by Lao Tzu, he rushed in directly and killed two birds with one stone. ”

He said regretfully: "I don't dare to be strong even after becoming an unmarried couple, how can I have unplanted offspring like you?"

"Wow. Ancestor, you haven't been on your head for a long time. Wu Feng replied calmly.

The Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department is Wu Feng's ancestor and his martial spirit. The so-called martial soul is similar to the existence of the "grandfather in the ring" in the mouth of Westerners.

After the death of a saint-level martial artist, the essence remains in the world, and the spirit can be formed, which is called the martial soul.

Generally speaking, only the saint who dies can leave the martial soul, and the person who is killed cannot, but there are exceptions.

Saint-level martial souls can not only form a semi-physical form, but also bless the bodies of future generations of martial artists and protect them. Obtaining the approval of the spirit of the previous generation of warriors is like a god possessing the body, attacking with divine will, and there is no disadvantage.

However, it is not easy to obtain recognition, it requires qualifications, and it also requires chance. There are probably only a handful of samurai with martial spirits in this world.

Martial souls are not remnant souls, so they do not always have spiritual intelligence, and most of the time they are in a state of chaos and can only invoke their powers. Only on rare occasions will it talk to the host in the world of divine thoughts, and guide the host's cultivation.

"Don't be sloppy with Lao Tzu! Last time you didn't push the little demon girl off on the grassland, now it's still like this bird, Lao Tzu looks very troubled!"

Wu Feng's martial soul is either immortal wind and bone, or heavenly majesty, only his own martial soul is such a disrespectful appearance, this is still his own distant ancestor, it is really embarrassing.

But no one else knows anyway.

"This, the matter of the round house, in fact, I also plan to wait until the realm of Zhengtian to solve it, so I don't have to worry about it. ”

The Taboo Department was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the martial artist of the Conquering Heaven Realm could control the spiritual intelligence of the martial soul at will, and when it wanted to be unconscious, it must be ignorant and unconscious.

Of course, Wu Feng didn't want to give his distant ancestor a spring light performance, even if the other party was just a disembodied martial spirit.

"You kid......" Ji Bu Qianyan said angrily: "I don't want to think about who passed on your Xuan Gong to you!"

"This is originally the obligation of the martial soul. Wu Feng replied without awe: "Ancestor, my injuries are a little more serious, but I may have to go to the battlefield recently, can you let it heal faster?"

Wu Feng's cultivation is based on the gods and demons, and it was created by the ancestor Jibu Qianyi, so in his mind, there must be a way to do it.

Jibu Qianyan sighed: "Boy, you fight with your life every time, and you get seriously injured." A true general should not be. ”

Wu Feng said: "I have no choice. Over the years, almost none of the battles have been easy. ”

The position of the heir of the temple seems to have come easily. However, Wu Feng grew up outside, if it weren't for the bloody battles that took the lead in the bloody battles, how could he have gathered so many loyal followers? If he went to Su Mengzhen alone, he would undoubtedly not be taken seriously.

Wu Feng closed his eyes.

The image of the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department appeared in its entirety in the sea of his divine consciousness.

Dressed in white, he won the snow, carried a long sword, and stood on the clouds. The burly figure and rigid facial features show a sense of arrogance.

This generation of Sword Emperors three thousand years ago looked at his descendants with a compassionate expression.

He knew that Wu Feng was just making excuses for his own blood bravery.

However, when he was young, he was also such a fool who liked to play with his life.

In this era, there were at least tens of thousands of descendants in his blood, divided into many surnames and families. If it weren't for Wu Feng's temperament being so similar to himself back then, Jibu Qianyan would never give him recognition.

"When you're young, you don't take your body seriously. You can fight a hundred battles without dying, but fighting again and again will definitely leave hidden dangers in your body, and when hidden dangers accumulate step by step, they can only be resolved by the way to sanctification. If you can't be sanctified in time......"

The Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department muttered: "The half-saint powerhouse can charge the battle alone, making the thousands of troops easy, but nearly half of them died from the Dao injuries in their bodies. Without blood bravery, you can't embark on the pinnacle of cultivation, but blind courage can only ruin you...... If there are great changes today, the path of the Holy Path will become more and more difficult than in ancient times, let alone ...... you."

"I will be sanctified against heaven. Wu Feng replied with great confidence: "I just want to get a quick way to heal my injuries now." ”

The taboo said: "Okay." ”

"You are now cultivating both yin and yang true qi, and you can reconcile it with the gods and demons I passed on to you. But your physique is the body of heaven and yang, and naturally yang is the main body, supplemented by yin. ”

"You also feel the power of the attack that comes with doing this, so you are immersed in it. ”

"However, the positive true qi is too strong, and after you overdraw your physical energy and damage the meridians, it will be difficult to repair. If you reconcile it with the feminine true qi, the yin qi in your body will be insufficient. ”

He also said, "In my opinion, in fact, the key to your impact on the Holy Dao is in the yin and not in the yang after all. It is the best policy to give up the current biased approach as soon as possible, not to rush to strengthen your offensive power and improve your realm, but to make your own yin and yang power completely turn around. ”

Wu Feng was silent.

He didn't understand that.

But Wu Feng seems to be frivolous, but he is actually extremely bold.

Strength is too important to him. Consolidating the foundation of each realm has slowed down the speed of cultivation, and if you still have to bother to regulate yin and yang, it will be too slow.

He doesn't want to be a strategist hiding behind the scenes, preferring to kill the enemy in blood and experience the pleasure of blood in the flesh, which is more in line with his temperament and conducive to his cultivation.

After pointing out some of Wu Feng's tips, he disappeared in Wu Feng's sea of knowledge.

Wu Feng is silently lucky, and he circulates big and small weeks.

There was an ice-like crystal nucleus in his dantian, and the masculine aura circulated around the crystal nucleus, like a nebula.

The icy aura escaped from the snow seed in Wu Feng's dantian and entered his bloodlines, causing his body temperature to drop slightly.

The masculine aura immediately went berserk, wanting to devour the feminine aura flowing through the meridians.

Wu Feng tried his best to suppress them, so that the two true qi were as distinct as if they were distinct, and they were not mixed at all.

But this is indeed very costly, and in the case of serious injuries, it is even more difficult. Indeed, as the Tabobe Qianyan said, seeking the transformation of the two true qi of yin and yang is the best policy.

But because of Wu Feng's own Tianyang physique, it is extremely difficult to do this.

The feminine true qi is like water, flowing along the meridians, moisturizing Wu Feng's whole body meridians.

Now Wu Feng is a master of the Eight Heavens of Zhenye, not only have the twelve veins of the main meridian and the eight veins of the Qi Jing been opened, but the hidden veins in his body that some ordinary warriors can't perceive at all are also completely unobstructed, and the true qi is not blocked.

The meridians are like the riverbed, and the flesh is like the riverbank. The meridians are moisturized, the damaged musculature is also warmed, and the injury is slowly recovered.

But Wu Feng did feel that there was a trace of vicious qi accumulated in his body, faintly faint, as if it was in the flesh and in the soul, lingering and incomprehensible, and the true qi could not be removed.

This is the so-called Dao Dark Injury, referred to as Dao Injury, which is the most terrifying, and cannot be removed by non-saint-level masters. When you are young, it has little impact, but as you get older, it will accumulate over time, or it will be timed, making people miserable, or it will kill the most powerful people suddenly at a critical moment.

If you are born with a Dao injury or suffer a very serious Dao injury at a critical moment in your childhood cultivation, you may still be harmed by it even if you become holy in the future.

When Wu Feng stood up, the sky outside was already dark and full of stars.

The internal injuries have recovered quite a bit.

This kind of thing really needs to be vigilant, but Wu Feng is a young man after all.

Young people often take one step at a time, so he will still work hard in the future without scruples. I'll leave it for later.