Chapter Forty-Eight: Seeing Death and Not Saving It

Chu Xue looked at this scene with some dumbfounded, and now that Zong Shou and this mutant sticky beast gave her too many surprises. So much so that her little head can barely fit.

Looking at Xiao Jin's situation at the moment, he is like a spirit weapon rune soldier, more than a spirit beast.

The corners of Zong Shou's lips were slightly raised, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a black talisman knife appeared between his palms.

Not only inside the blade, but also the moire flashed. There is a breezy area around. It makes the breath of this talisman knife more and more dangerous and unpredictable.

He put away the rune knife again, and took out the loose wind sword. Immediately, a layer of silver-white spread from his palm to the body of the sword, until the sword was completely covered.

Zong Shou smiled slightly, his eyes showing joy.

Whether it is the energy of devouring or the energy of purity, it is Xiaojin's origin supernatural power.

Changing everything is Xiao Jin's ability to awaken after he enters the second order.

At this moment, the small gold can not only make the pine wind sword stronger. The spiritual veins in his body can be like a natural rune array, so that Zong Shou can perfectly use the wind resistance energy of the wind spirit blue bead.

If the situation is in a crisis, it can also be used to replace the original Wind Ball as the spirit core of the Wind Wall Array.

However, at this moment, this ability is still not strong, and at most it can only be assisted. After reaching the fourth order, its ever-changing ability will initially appear.

With a slight movement of his mind, Xiao Jin knew his mind. The silvery-white color that covered his arm immediately contracted and re-disappeared into his sleeve.

At this time, Zong Shou only felt a foul smell entering his nose. Looking down, I was covered in clothes and was already soaked. Especially in the chest and abdomen, a layer of black mud-like substance oozes out, and the smell is overwhelming.

Zong Shou's brows furrowed slightly, then he laughed again, and glanced at Chu Xue with bad intentions.

When the calculation is done, it is also time for the medicinal bath. It just so happened that at this moment, he was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger.

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For several days in a row, Zong Shou no longer used the technique of swallowing yuan. Every day is thunder and immovable, practicing fetal breath spirit fist. At least forty-eight times, no less. There is also the art of channeling, which is also within thirty times. Even the practice of swordsmanship was curtailed.

In addition to laying a solid foundation, he also used this set of boxing techniques to control the soaring true qi in his body step by step.

Occasionally, when he entered the meditation, he just tried his best to consolidate the three chakras of the fetal breathing medulla, and occasionally opened up one or two extrameridian acupoints to store true power. The number of meridian acupoints that can be used around the body reaches twenty, and most of them belong to the second system of water and wind.

And when it comes to the evening or so, it will use the technique of the heavenly mirror to illuminate the soul and gather the moonlight. Without stopping, scorching his soul.

The number of bronze mirrors has increased to a full sixteen, and the mirror surface has also been polished to a smoother surface by Zong Shou. And the heat of the gathered sun essence fire has also increased by three times!

"The so-called soul observation of the spiritual master is to spy on his own soul thoughts, or to visualize, and to grasp the changes in his soul consciousness from time to time. The same as the previous concentration, it is not only the beginning of the spiritual master's practice. Even if it is to the realm of true practice, it is said that it is a homework that must be done. There are some similarities with our warriors' perception of ourselves—"

It may be because in the previous life in the path of martial cultivation, the immersion (introduction) was too deep. Even if Zong Shou is already a spirit master in the soul realm at this moment, and he is already a person who cultivates both spirit and martial arts, his concept has still not changed. still treats himself as a martial artist.

In his previous life, he was in the game, and he had already stepped into the threshold of the realm of immortal martial arts. In reality, with mediocre qualifications, he forcibly entered the heavenly position in the era when the spiritual tide was extinguished.

And all laws have the same origin, even if Zong Shou has always followed the path of a martial artist, it is also quite beneficial to the cultivation of soul power.

In just a few short days, the process of 'contemplating the soul' has been quite advanced. In addition to the accumulation of soul power, there are still shortcomings. I have roughly mastered the structure of my own soul.

Really calculated, the spiritual master's cultivation can be regarded as the middle and late stages of entering the soul viewing realm.

The spiritual master's cultivation is like this, and he pays more attention to the qualifications of the surname. As long as every step is understood and in place, the realm can be improved in one fell swoop and ascend to the sky in one step.

Zong Shou remembered that in the era of the God Emperor, the spirit master was the fastest person to cultivate. It only took one year to ascend from a beginner spirit master in the Concentration Realm to the Returning Yang Realm.

It is not comparable to martial arts, it needs to be accumulated step by step, step by step.

In comparison, his current cultivation speed can only be regarded as ordinary. The only thing that made him feel a little comfortable was that under the Heavenly Mirror Soul Illumination Technique and the Twelve Heavenly Talismans, his divine soul had returned to purity.

The fluctuation of soul power caused by forcibly widening the soul sea seems to have calmed down.

"If you can keep it so pure all the time, the Spirit Master's Fifth Realm Night Tour, maybe you can skip it directly. Directly enter the sixth realm to return to the yang-"

Thinking so in his heart, Zong Shou stopped meditating. When I opened my eyes, the first rays of sunlight were shining through the window.

The body of the two veins made him physically weak. Even if he has cultivated himself and has entered the realm of martial arts, he has not improved much.

Only the spirit is abundant. This night of meditation for three hours is better than a sleep, and the fatigue is gone.

But as soon as he woke up, a strong feeling of hunger suddenly hit. In the abdomen, there was a 'cooing' sound.

Zong Shou couldn't help but smile, the fetal breath was consolidated, and the direct effect of opening the Pulp Chakra was to greatly increase his appetite.

The amount of food per day has tripled. This also means that his physique is improving and his energy needs are greatly increasing. So instead of worrying about it, it is something to be happy about.

"In this black mud swamp, we have been running for seven days in a row, and it is time to stop and repair a little. Remember that the most delicious thing here is the black mud crocodile here. Legend has it that this crocodile not only has the most delicious meat, but also has a lot of benefits for martial artists to refine their bones and forge their marrow, and hone their skin and bones. Later, I can let Uncle Yin catch him nearby—"

At this point, Zong Shou frowned again. Then he sighed slightly, and the feeling of danger before had not increased or diminished in the past few days. But it is like a bone appendage, and it cannot be shaken off.

Recently, he has begun to wonder if this sense of crisis is his own delusion.

Suddenly, there was a slight shock of the body, and then it slowed down slightly. Zong Shou raised his eyebrows slightly, followed by another sneer.

After waiting for so long, it's finally here-

With a flick of his body, he got out of the carriage. When I arrived at the front of the cloud-turning car, I saw Yin Yang and Su Chuxue, both staring at the right.

Zong Shou followed the line of sight of the two and looked closely, only to see that about a thousand feet away in front of the right, there was a wolf pack swarming and galloping.

At the forefront, there are five horsemen riding on the clouds, running in the direction of the cloud-turning car. There were four men and one woman sitting on it, all of whom were dressed as warriors, but at the moment they were all stunned.

And that woman, Zong Shou only glanced at it, and he was a little stunned. That appearance is like a hibiscus out of water, with pink makeup and jade, and the bright color is peerless.

Even in the midst of running for his life, it is still sultry and pitying. The gaze that came over was full of eagerness, with a bit of desire. makes people want to give up their surnames and lives, but also to help her.

Zong Shou was only stunned for a moment, and then he had already woken up, shaking his head slightly: "Leave them alone, speed up and bypass!"

Xue'er looked stunned, and her face showed unbearable expression, but after all, she still focused on the safety of the sect and didn't say a word.

Yin Yang looked dazed, waved the horsewhip again, and made a sharp sound of the whip breaking through the air above the eighteen cloud-stepping horses. Make this cloud-turning car suddenly speed up!