Returning to his secret room, Thirteen Lang sat cross-legged for three weeks, and after his mind was completely stabilized, he took out the Duhua jade butterfly from the Lin family and placed it in front of him, breathed lightly, spread his hands, and laid it flat, like an old monk in his meditation.

The right palm is like jade, the left hand is like ink, and the soul absorption and demon transformation are carried out at the same time, which is the only one in the world.

Without rushing to make a move, Shisanlang looked at his hands, and the mana in his body slowly accelerated, gradually becoming a storm. Subsequently, a faint silver glow appeared under the skin of his hands, and the meridian-like fine lines were intertwined into pieces, and at a rough glance, it looked like a silver fish.

"Wind!"

With a soft snort, the silver streaks flowed between the palms of the hands, like ripples blown by the wind, first gently undulating, then pushing and stacking waves, like a flock of sheep looking for a path, rushing forward along the non-existent passage, and then forcibly twisting their heads.

It's not smooth, because the meridians in the human body have their own way, and no one has ever operated the magic power in the whole flesh and blood like him. In other words, Jusanro hopes to refine the entire palm into a whole that has no meridians, but is full of meridians.

It sounds complicated, let's say, he's trying to turn his palm into a meridian, the only one.

Why?

No matter what kind of magical power the monk casts, he needs to use mana, and the mana starts from the dantian, passes through the five meridians and eight veins, and finally is cast by the palm of the hand. For a monk with a certain level of cultivation, the number of meridians is limited, and the strength and passable mana are also limited. If you don't consider the monk's own comprehension, the more powerful the supernatural power, the more refined and abundant the mana it needs.

The mana required for powerful supernatural powers is often massive, and the reason why low-level monks can't use it. That's where the biggest limitation lies. It's like a ram used in a siege, it's powerful. But it takes enough manpower to push. If it doesn't meet the conditions, it's just a lump of waste. It's just taking up space.

For monks, it is not impossible to use high-level supernatural powers beyond cultivation, first of all, they need to have enough mana, and secondly, they need to be transported. For example, the Yuanying Monk's breath is enough to breathe in half a month of Zhuji's meditation, and the corresponding supernatural power is naturally much faster and more powerful, far from being comparable to that of a low-level monk.

The purity of mana increases with the improvement of cultivation, and conventionally speaking, it is not something that can be achieved in a moment. What Thirteen Lang is trying now is to widen his own meridians, or even destroy them altogether. Purely uses the flesh and blood of the body as a channel for transporting mana. Its purpose is naturally to use supernatural powers, or to try to use magic weapons, extremely powerful magic weapons.

This is self-harm, and it is also against the sky!

The path of cultivation has its own rules, and the reason why the meridians exist is because of their unchangeable natural attributes. If anyone knows what Thirteen Lang has done, they will inevitably scold or be furious and laugh at him. Laughing at its stupidity, laughing at it is not self-conscious at all.

Naturally, Thirteen Lang had thought about such a major matter for a long time, and since there was no precedent to follow, he could only try it step by step according to his own estimates. First thing that comes to mind. It's those hands like no other.

After cultivating for so many years, the hands that were already peculiar at the beginning were even more peculiar, especially Shisanlang knew that because he often switched between spirits and demons, and now he added demonic power. The meridians in his hands have been transformed, becoming like stones.

This statement is not accurate. Thirteen Lang couldn't find a suitable analogy, and his refining began with his hands. After a long time, the flesh and blood meridians in his hands were stronger than gold and stone. If you have to say it, if you compare the palm of Thirteen Lang's hand to a stone, the meridians are the gold marks in the stone.

"Calcium in bones. Thirteen Lang thought.

It is very difficult to turn stones into gold, so on the other hand, can gold marks be refined into stones, or rather, into stones?

weishenme: No? Absolutely!

If it weren't for the situation, Thirteen Lang could have taken his time and continued to temper his hands until his flesh and blood were exactly the same as the meridians;

The wind picked up, and the room remembered the whistling sound, and the skin on the palms of the two hands seemed to fold, and they tried to turn around layer by layer. The mana in the meridians was full, and the feeling of swelling and cracking filled his mind, and the severe pain was beyond words.

The waves crashed on the shore, destined to be counterattacked by the embankment, every time the impact failed, Thirteen Lang seemed to be smashed in the chest by a giant hammer, and it seemed that someone in his mind swung a knife and slashed, the knife saw blood, a knife, and another knife

Mr. Eight Fingers had a serene expression, his eyes were clear and resolute, and he continued to urge the mana without pause. At the dantian, the little Yuanying pinched his fingers, and the little face was full of solemnity and caution, and gradually moved forward.

What is pain? What kind of pain can be compared to the evil qi enveloping the infant, what kind of pain is there that he can't bear!

Little by little, step by step, Thirteen Lang's hands began to tremble, and his arms began to tremble, until his whole body swayed like chaff, and the sweat on his face rolled down like a stream, and the fierce battle did not end.

Only the face is the same, only the eyes remain the same, as if it has been like this since eternity.

"Fire!"

With a low snort, the silver mangs suddenly became hot, and the steaming flames drilled out of the thousands of pores, burning and boiling in every bit of flesh and blood, and also adding a burden to every meridian.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, it seemed like a day, and it seemed like a whole year. The embankment was loosened and cracked under the constant impact, and the stool became thin and fragile, and Thirteen Lang's face gradually became tired, and the little Yuanying looked abrupt, his eyes were like a Buddha sitting steadily, and the towering mountain never wavered.

With a bang, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in his ears, and Thirteen Lang's body tilted violently, the corners of his lips suddenly twisted, but his eyes shot with ecstasy.

The breakthrough came from the tail finger, from the finger that had broken three times and looked the most vulnerable.

It was as if a pipe had been burst, or as if a ditch was too congested, and when the embankment was opened, it was found that there was a wide canal in front of me, which rushed away with great vigor and merging into the rolling torrent.

Suddenly I felt a sense of openness, and I only saw the tail finger of his right hand flick violently, and the thick circumference of the thumb retracted violently, and it recovered in an instant.

The surface of the tail finger was dripping with blood and red like fire, and at the same time, the pleasure of catharsis rushed straight to his mind, and Shisanro seemed to hear a roar of pleasure, and his whole body seemed to feel the vigorous meaning, and he just wanted to shout happily.

If it is not broken, it will not stand, what is broken, and what is it called standing?

Every time he is reborn, the proximity between flesh and blood and the meridians will increase once, so Thirteen Lang can't help but think, could this be the will of heaven?

The right hand was able to break through, the left palm followed, and with another crazy collision, the bright red of the tail finger of the left palm reappeared, revealing a mysterious and evil beauty under the glow of the slightest black gas.

Another wave of waves was surging, and once again it was full of joy, and Thirteen Lang clearly felt that with only two fingers breaking through, the speed at which he could invoke mana was at least one percent faster than before.

Invoking more mana sounds inconspicuous, only monks who have really been sad for mana can understand that when the mana is accelerated by one percent and the spell casting speed is one point faster, it can often change the tide of battle, and even life and death.

"Roar!"

The feeling of excitement followed, and Thirteen Lang's eyes could hardly be calm, and he commanded the mana to rush towards his ring finger and give a shout at the same time.

"Ray!"

There was a crackling sound, and a proud dragon leaped out of the blood-intertwined flames, roaring and roaring, and a hideous intent appeared on Jushiro's face, and the ring finger of his right hand suddenly enlarged like a blow, threatening to turn into ashes at any moment.

Breaking through the barrier will inevitably cause mana leakage, and compared with the meridians that have been tempered by mana for many years, the flesh and blood are too fragile. Using the stone as an analogy, gold marks can indeed collapse under external forces, but in this process, the stone wrapped outside may not be able to withstand it first, and if it collapses in advance, everything is in vain.

Thirteen Lang wanted to merge, not blow his entire finger away, and with the strength of his palm, you can imagine what the result would be if an ordinary monk did this.

The stronger the meridians, the greater the liliang that needs to be broken, and the impact on the flesh and blood also increases; seeing that his fingers are unbearable, Thirteen Lang snorted coldly, raised his left hand and tapped it towards his right palm.

"Seal!"

Countless auras poured out in an instant, three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapping one hundred and thirty-eight fingers in layers, and at the same time, his Yuan Ying opened his eyes in the dantian and pushed his hands with his hands.

"Open it for me!"

Rumble!

The moment he broke through the level, Thirteen Lang felt as if he was out of his body, his eyes somehow flew into the air, and there was a long wilderness in front of him, and a white belt in the wilderness was winding, magnificent and boundless, but with a sense of tranquility and harmony.

Nearly half of the one hundred and thirty-eight forbidden rings have collapsed, and the ring finger can not be described by blood, and even the skin has disappeared. The flesh and blood rolled over to reveal the white bone stubble, which looked particularly desolate.

The congested mana was once again vented, and the power of the impact was strengthened again. Thirteen Lang didn't listen to it and rested, and it was logical to use it in his left hand according to the law. After a while, the two ring fingers successfully broke through the realm, and a rough judgment showed that the speed of the mana that could be called had increased to two and a half percent.

So far, Thirteen Lang's mana cultivation has not changed at all, what has changed is speed, and there is also an increase in level. To put it simply, for example, the Fire Sea Technique, which can be used by any fire cultivator, Thirteen Lang may have taken a breath to prepare, but now it has been shortened by nearly thirty percent, and the magic weapon can also be used by analogy. At the same time, because the overall capacity of the fingers greatly exceeds the meridians, the supernatural powers that could not be used can be used in any way can be used, and the magic weapons that cannot be used have been manipulated.

It's not enough.

Four fingers broke through, and the spell was increased by three percent, which was still far from Thirteen Lang's requirements. What he wants is not the efficiency of spell casting, but the use of treasures that cannot be used at all in his realm, as well as magical spells that are destined to suffer greatly after casting.

Without any hesitation, after calming his mind, Thirteen Lang urged his mana to continue the process, advancing towards his middle finger, which had never been broken.

The results were disappointing, with the middle finger encountering significantly stronger obstacles, and after a few attempts it was concluded that there was no chance of success if the conventional method had been carried out.

His eyes flickered a few times, and Thirteen Lang stabilized his mind and adjusted his breathing, shook hands and spit lightly.

"Rouge Bird!"

(To be continued......)