The process of implanting artificial meridians is generally referred to as foundation building.

In ancient times, the foundation of cultivation refers to the elimination of body leakage, the desperation of desire, from focusing on the great circulation between the aura and heaven and earth, to the small circulation of the aura for itself, to the heart of the Tao, the natural spirit appeared, you can bid farewell to mortals, called monks.

Today's foundation building relies on implanting a set of artificial meridians with spiritual energy adsorption functions into the original human body, so as to retain the thin spiritual energy between the atmosphere, and store it, and release it when necessary, exerting all kinds of incredible magical powers.

This is also an important reason why ancient monks focused on cultivating the mind, while modern monks only focus on cultivating power.

What the old man in Mai has to do now is to forcibly integrate an ancient method of cultivating the truth into Li Xingyuan's modern way of building a foundation.

This move is called the 'Sacrificial Sword'.

Although the general sword cultivator also deals with his own flying sword life, and the slightest damage may cause serious injury, or even cut off the path, but the sword cultivator who cultivates the sacrificial sword has done the most extreme in this matter - feeding the sword with his body, and letting the flying sword replace the most important big bones and spine around his body, which is not only a person raising a sword, but also a sword raising a person, and the aura stored in many tricks in the body will become a sharp sword qi, and once the beginner does not control it well, it is very easy to be injured by his own sword qi.

Raising such a sword bone is almost equivalent to cutting off many other possibilities on the road to cultivating immortals, and the body and mind are only Jian'er.

I saw that the old man in Mai forcibly carried the last trace of his aura, his face was flushed, it was indeed a sign of returning to the light, he stretched out his hand and touched Li Xingyuan's vertebrae, and shouted loudly: "Boy, if you don't want to die, read it with me!" ”

"There is nothing that is not heaven, nothing that is not life, nothing that is not God, and nothing that is not element. If this is the case with things, it is not with man. Everyone can say heaven, everyone can say God, and everyone can be fatal. It is not a day, a god, a god, a god, a god, a god It is the one who is good and my way, that is, in one thing, who knows the heavens and the gods......"

Li Xingyuan was helpless, he didn't want to fall short like this, he felt that the old man in Mai had already twisted his spine, so he had to follow along.

"Nothing is not heaven, nothing is not fate......"

Before he could read two sentences, he felt a strong force coming from behind him, and he cried out in pain, but he turned to grit his teeth and read with blood.

"Nothing is not God, nothing is not ......"

Li Xingyuan's resilience is simply terrifying.

The old man in Mai was also amazed by Li Xingyuan's toughness in his heart, but he kept in his hand, comparing the Zhuxian Sword to Li Xingyuan's spine bone, and pressing it down violently, before Li Xingyuan lost consciousness because of the severe pain, the light of Zhuxian flashed, as if he wanted to resist, the old man in Mai tried his best, and the blood holes on his body poured blood again, and the old man in Mai shouted, and countless sword qi inadvertently came out of his body, but it made him even more dying.

"Chunjun! Chunjun! ”

The old man in sackcloth screamed sadly.

From his spine, a flying sword flew up, it was the sacrificial sword of the old man in Mai Chunjun, Chunjun flew up, trying to subdue the Zhu Xian, the two fought in Li Xingyuan's back, the Chun Jun Sword was obviously not the opponent of the Zhu Xian, and let out a wail, but the old man in Mai gritted his teeth.

"Chunjun! Chunjun! Break it today! ”

Chunjun screamed, the flying sword seemed to have a spirit, and felt the decision of the sword master, the long sword was like a cry, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhu Xian, almost being pressed to a complete bend and break, before finally pressing the Zhu Xian sword into Li Xingyuan's back little by little.

The artificial meridians on Li Xingyuan's back moved, and under the control of Li Xingyuan's song, they began to try to hold the Zhuxian Sword into it, and the Zhuxian Sword continued to struggle, but it couldn't move under the suppression of the pure Jun Sword, and the artificial meridians wound the Zhuxian Sword little by little, wanting to turn it into an immortal bone behind Li Xingyuan.

The old man in sackcloth had completely run out of oil, and all the aura and sword qi on his body were blocked at this moment, until Zhu Xian completely integrated into Li Xingyuan's back, and the old man in sackcloth laughed miserably, at the same time, the pure jun who dared to offend the supreme sword of Zhu Xian slowly trembled, as if a person was going to die, and the sword body returned to straight, and then burst out, scattering countless times.

As soon as the sword of sacrifice was broken, the life of the old man in Mai could be regarded as coming to an end.

He sat cross-legged, bleeding from his seven orifices, the blood had covered his eyes and face, and the whole person looked extremely terrifying, but he was holding the pure broken sword, and his face showed a look of peace.

"Sword Immortal."

The old man in Mai bowed in the direction of Li Xingyuan.

"The ancient sword path is like a dark room, and after today, the bright light can shine for at least another hundred years."

"You are not alone."

In a trance, the old man in Mai seemed to have changed back to his youthful appearance, he was wearing a kendo suit, secretly hiding behind the master, looking at the woman holding the immortal in her hand and the sword intent.

On that day, the sun set on the Japanese Yin Stream swordsmanship, and the sun also set on the entire Japanese cultivation world.

In heaven and the world, there is only one person, only one sword.

And since then, the youth has become youth, the youth has become middle-aged, the middle-aged has become old, and they have lived for another thousand years.

He always remembered that the sword fairy once said to himself: "You also practice swords? ”

"Good! When you are at the peak of your sword path and have no way out, come and ask me about the sword! ”

Did she say anything like that?

Didn't you say that?

The old man in Mai muttered.

"Yoshitoshi Miyamoto."

"Ask the sword fairy for the sword!"

After this worship, the old man in Mai never got up again, but kept his prostrate posture on the ground and died.

Li Xingyuan was extremely uncomfortable, after the Zhuxian Sword reached his body, he tried to cut off the artificial meridians that were wrapped, the artificial meridians that were more sensitive than the original nerves, but they more intuitively conveyed the kind of pain, the tortured Li Xingyuan died and lived, but even if it hurt to the point of tears, Li Xingyuan showed no signs of losing consciousness, his eyes were red, and he was almost killed by pain, but he still recited the sword scripture that the old man in sackcloth asked him to follow before leaving.

Just when Li Xingyuan was about to lose blood, he saw that the old man in Mai had been filled with Huatuo spider at some point, which was right next to him.

Li Xingyuan's heart was complicated, so he could only take Hua Tuo Spider and reinsert it into his body.

In this way, his consciousness was transformed back and forth between blurring and clarity, and Li Xingyuan was finally able to overcome the pain brought to him by the Xuan Immortal, and continued to implant the remaining artificial meridians into his body.

When everything was done, Li Xingyuan sat down cross-legged, forcing himself to settle down and pranayama, and the aura around him was like ants attached, swarming in, Li Xingyuan guided them to swim around between his man-made meridians, and then opened his eyes.

Zhu Xian's sharp sword light flashed, and Li Xingyuan's eyes had already turned into gold because of the Zhu Xian sword light swimming in the bloodline.

The foundation is successful!