Shen Cong took a deep breath and tried to keep his mood balanced. The hands were sealed, and the mysterious runes condensed in the air, and then attracted the true yuan in Shen Cong's body, and the stinging gong worked quickly. When the operation reached an extreme, Shen Cong set his eyes on the rest of the soil in his hand.

There is only a trace of it, not even a trace of it, at best, it can be said to be a star end. This was Shen Cong's deliberate separation from the entire soil. With Shen Cong's gaze, the true yuan of the Stunned Gong also wrapped up this bit of rest. What Shen Cong needed to do was to let the stunning gong absorb the soil.

As the top spiritual material in the ninth order, as long as Shen Cong can absorb it, the stunning skill will even surpass the sword spirit and become the strongest place in Shen Cong's body. True Yuan is the foundation of every cultivator, and its quality directly affects the exertion of combat power and how far it can go on the path of cultivation.

If the Stunned Gong could really absorb the soil, maybe Shen would never have to break through the Eighth Order, and he would be able to compete with the Eighth Order King in the True Yuan. And Xiyang has an extremely powerful characteristic, that is, it can be endless, which is manifested in the exercises, which naturally makes the speed of the exercises restore the true yuan greatly increased, so Shen Conglian can completely make up for the scarcity of the true yuan.

All of this shows the importance of the stunning. And the stunning gong seems to be able to feel the breath, as soon as the true yuan is wrapped, the natal true yuan in the dantian is trembling slightly.

Shen Cong's face did not have the slightest joy, but became more and more cautious, observing Zhenyuan, and once he found out the situation, he could adjust it immediately.

The rest of the earth was slowly inhaled into Shen Cong's body, and the speed of the true yuan in the meridians suddenly increased, and it had reached the limit, and it was growing again at this moment, and the pressure on the meridians and the physical body could be imagined. Fortunately, Shen Cong's physique is strong enough, but the speed of Zhenyuan's operation has not stabilized after it has improved, but has become faster and faster!

Shen Cong's hands frantically sealed the condition of the meridians in his body to keep it stable, but as time went by, this stable phenomenon was constantly being broken.

Shen Cong's skin began to turn red, and then a little blood beads oozed out of the pores, but in the blink of an eye, Shen Cong's clothes were dyed red, and Shen Cong also became a bloody man, and the breath of his whole body was even more violent. If someone could see the meridians in Shen Cong's body at this moment, as well as the operation of the true yuan in it, I am afraid that they would be scared stupid.

The speed of the true yuan has reached an unbelievable level, and the meridians are constantly trembling. As a cultivator, the speed at which the true element operates has a lot to do with the power of the moves. Therefore, it can be said that the faster the true element, the better, and this is also a criterion for judging the quality of a practice.

But in the world, everything has a degree. That degree represents the limit, and beyond that, what is good becomes bad. Therefore, to be a person and do things, you always need to master a good degree, which is beneficial to others and yourself. Obviously, at this moment, the speed of the True Yuan in Shen Cong's body has long exceeded this degree, and good things have become bad things.

"Poof!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Cong spit out a mouthful of blood, and a starlight flew out from Shen Cong's body, and the surrounding aura began to stir slightly with the appearance of this star, which was the breath that Shen Cong had absorbed into his body before. However, now this breath has not been successfully absorbed, and it has reappeared outside Shen Cong's body.

"Whew!"

Shen Cong kept taking deep breaths, his forehead was covered with sweat, stained with the blood that had oozed before, making Shen Cong's appearance look quite embarrassed. The meridians in the body are still aching faintly, if it is not strong enough, the operation of the true yuan just now is enough to blow up the meridians inch by inch, and the dantian does not want to be preserved, and in the end, I am afraid that he will directly become a waste.

And even with Shen Cong's physique, if he delayed for a while, he would be seriously injured, and even Zhenyuan would rush backwards into the dantian, damaging the foundation. This kind of damage is not enough to rely on ordinary restoration, it will be extremely troublesome, and it may even cut off the way forward.

"Chirp!"

The little guy called out to Shen Cong not far away, with some worry in his eyes. The little guy has seen such a scene many times, and each time it ended with Shen Cong's failure. The big black head was raised, and then the little one stepped on it.

"I'm fine!"

Shen Cong shook his head slightly, his body moved slightly, and the blood scabs on his skin were shaken off. Looking up at the floating stars in front of him, Shen Cong's eyes were full of thought.

Trying to absorb the soil into the stunning skill, Shen Cong had made many attempts like this, but each time it failed. No matter how much breath Shen Cong takes, even if it is the size of a star in front of him, once it is collected in his body, it will make Shen Cong's true yuan suddenly riot and accelerate, and this acceleration has no end in sight, as if it can be accelerated forever.

No matter how tough the meridians are, they have a limit to endure, not to mention a seventh-order physique like Shen Cong, even a ninth-order meridian will definitely not be able to withstand such an endless acceleration, and it will inevitably collapse in the end.

Shen Cong also tried many methods, but the effect was very little, or no effect at all. The rest of the soil just can't absorb it, unless Shen Cong can withstand that kind of acceleration, but the meridians can't withstand it. This has become a dead circle, so that Shen Cong is really helpless in the face of this breath.

At that time, when he learned that this was a ninth-order spiritual material that was famous, Shen Cong knew that if he wanted to absorb it, it would definitely not be easy. After all, this is the top batch of spiritual materials in this world, and there is no way for an eighth-order powerhouse to refine it into a spiritual weapon, let alone Shen Cong wants to suck it into his body.

But after thinking about countless situations, Shen Cong just didn't expect that absorbing the soil would make the True Yuan accelerate endlessly, which was too terrifying, and it would be destroyed if he was not careful. can give up like this, Shen Cong is unwilling. This breath will be extraordinary if it is refined into a spiritual weapon, and if Shen Cong successfully absorbs it, the benefits are unimaginable.

And the nature of the soil is mild, compared to the suppression of the earth copper mother, the soil is definitely a moderate. If Shen Cong really gets the Earth Copper Mother, I'm afraid he won't dare to absorb it, and it is very likely that he will kill himself in one fell swoop. Therefore, Xi Yang has become one of Shen Cong's few choices, and more importantly, now that he has obtained Xi Yang, how can he be willing to give up.

"Computer, can you analyze the cause?"

Voice assistant: "The data is insufficient, it cannot be analyzed, please add the data!"

The cold voice of the computer made Shen Cong's hot head calm down slightly. The computer is not omnipotent, and Shen Cong himself is not omnipotent, some things can't be done, it's normal. But understanding this, it's not easy to really let go. People are like this, Shen Cong is also a human, and naturally it is no exception.

"Now there are only two roads left!"

Shen Cong reached out and grabbed the star point in his hand, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself. The first path is naturally to give up, and when you have the ability in the future, you will be able to integrate the rest of the earth into other spiritual weapons, and you will definitely be able to obtain a peerless blade, which is also something that cultivators will do.

There is another way, which is to add data to the computer. Shen Cong was limited to his own knowledge and couldn't figure out a way, but this world was so big, Shen Cong couldn't help it, and others might not have a way. Even if today's practitioners don't have that ability, the predecessors may have some constructive suggestions.

Then Shen Cong must find a place with a rich enough collection of books, dive into it, and get what he needs. Reading through 10,000 volumes, according to the analytical power of the computer, there may be other changes.

Thinking of this, Shen Cong's eyes lit up slightly. However, there is a problem here, those places with rich collections of books are all top-notch sects. Shen Cong went up like this, and said that I want to read a book, I am afraid that I will be suppressed by the powerhouses of those sects. Every sect, the place where the book is stored must be a forbidden area, except for those from their own sect, it is even more difficult for people from other sects to enter, not to mention Shen Cong's casual cultivation, there is no background, and it is strange that the other party will give you a good face.

"Backer!"

Shen never couldn't help but sigh with emotion, there was no strong background, and there was no one on it. Not only did no one come forward to help when encountering problems, but when Shen Cong encountered problems in cultivation, he could only rely on himself to solve them. And those disciples of the top sects, if they have any cultivation problems, they can directly ask the master and the elder, how simple it is.

Messy thoughts flowed through Shen Cong's mind, and Shen Cong shook his head slightly. If you want to absorb the soil, there is only one way left. As for how to blend in with other sects, Shen Cong also had a plan in his heart. It may be an impossible task for others, but for Shen Cong, there is a lot of hope. The only thing to consider now is which sect to go to.

Although the top sects in the Central Land are not large, there are more than a dozen. These dozen or so control everything in this world, and their strength is not much different from each other, and they have their own strengths. Shen Cong wanted to find information, so he naturally had to choose the one with the oldest inheritance, and he might get the most information.

However, the inheritance is the oldest, and I am afraid that the means of preventing thieves are also endless, which also increases the danger of Shen Cong in disguise, one is not good, if it is found and killed, there is nothing to resent.

Shen Cong rubbed his forehead, he still didn't think about which sect to go to, but he circled a few in his heart, and he needed to weigh the pros and cons, and if he made a mistake, he would really die.

"That's it!"

After a while, Shen Cong finally set a goal, and he must set a goal, and Shen Cong's heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If the plan can really be implemented smoothly, Shen Cong will have a great confidence that he will find the information he needs, and it will be possible to absorb the soil at that time.

Of course, everything is only perfect when it happens. Shen Cong shook his head slightly, shook off the distracting thoughts, and sat cross-legged again. Since it has been decided to infiltrate other sects to steal information, this kind of thing is more difficult than being a spy, so it is natural to improve your strength a little first, at least if you really encounter something, you can have a little more hope of survival.

Shen Cong waved his hand, and a pile of spiritual materials appeared on the ground. The big black head was raised, and his eyes were full of jewels. It's just a sixth-level demon beast, where have you ever seen so many good things. A flash of light flashed, and the little guy had already plunged into the spiritual material, rolling happily on it. The nature of the treasure hunting rat will not change in the slightest for 10,000 years.