According to Lao Li, there are three difficulties in the fire condensation method -

The first is how to inject one's own imprint into pure consciousness in a complete and pure way.

Second, how to ensure that those cognitions that are imprinted with oneself do not become confused with other cognitions in one's body after entering the body.

The third is how to compress these cognitions so that they can be ignited.

And in the process of Feng Xue's cultivation of the true form of martial arts, the most troublesome part happened to be how to break up his own will and reorganize it again, otherwise he would not be able to wear the crystal shell of the dice at all.

This led to the fact that Feng Xue originally thought that it would take a lot of effort, and even wasted a lot of dice, but the second step was completed extremely smoothly.

Not to mention pollution and diffusion, after those [senses] entered the body, they quickly gathered like a military training procession, and they didn't even need Feng Xue to deliberately control it, so they formed a "phalanx" and gathered in his Lingtai Zhihai, condensing in front of the mirror engraved with countless strange runes.

The third step of compression is even more interesting.

According to Lao Li's teachings, it doesn't take much [knowledge] to ignite the fire of strange talks, even if it is only one tower, it is enough, and the reason why it is necessary to prepare hundreds or even thousands of times more fuel is because the process of compression is difficult to complete on its own.

The usual method is to use the [knowledge] provided by one's own entries and labels to [bombard] these self-branded [consciousness], but this leads to the fact that the part of the outer layer that is bombarded is easy to be infected with the [consciousness] that is not pure enough, so it is necessary to constantly discard the polluted part of the outer layer to avoid the spread of pollution, and the pure part of the inner layer will be polluted again under the bombardment.

But it is not possible to prepare too many raw materials at one time, because the larger the volume, the greater the force required to compress it, if it is only a small lump, it will soon reach the standard, but if the amount is too huge, maybe after a thousand tempering, it will be found that the strength has not even penetrated into the core area.

Feng Xue originally just wanted to test the waters little by little, but now he suddenly found that he didn't need to use [Knowledge] to bombard at all.

Because the true form of martial arts can appear directly in the sea of knowledge.

In other words, he can "temper" this group of [knowledge] with his own hands!

In the starry sky-like consciousness space, five flames of different sizes and colors rotated around the mirror where the high platform was placed like satellites, and in front of the mirror, a cloud of cotton and mist was slowly expanding and contracting.

As the mirror platform lit up, countless mystical runes lit up, and a faint phantom appeared in this space, and the phantom slowly formed a human form, which was Feng Xue's martial arts true form-[True Self].

In reality, the true form of martial arts is only a symbol of its own spiritual realm, and it has not yet been developed enough to affect the material world, but in the spiritual world, it has enough influence.

Under Feng Xue's control, the figure of the [True Self] suddenly swelled, until the Spiegel was nothing more than a makeup mirror in front of him, and he suddenly stretched out his palms, held the ball of [Knowledge] like cotton and mist in his hands, and squeezed it hard.

It is the embodiment of Feng Xue's "me", which completely reflects his own imprint, and even dyes these [cognitions], which is achieved by the [true self], so the compression work performed by the [true self] can not only deepen its own imprint, but also effectively avoid waste and loss.

In this way, in fact, only a few dozen towers can be compressed enough to ignite a flame.

Feng Xue had such a thought in her heart, but she didn't try to divide this mass of [knowledge], after all, the more vigorous the initial flame, the faster it could digest the other flames.

"If I had known that, I should have tried to make a whole bunch of 'Diamonds can be made by grasping coal with a strong grip.'"

Feng Xue kept urging the true form of the martial arts, exerting more pressure on that group of [knowledge], but in her heart, she couldn't help but think of a fat boy whose hands could be called the furnace of the center of the earth.

However, in the case of the occupation of the Eastern Kingdom, it is not certain whether the freest cartoonist on the surface can draw the Fat Boy Road, and in the final analysis, what is the principle of this compression behavior, Feng Xue is still unclear.

Whether it is a continuous and stable pressure output like pressing charcoal into a diamond, or a momentary high-pressure output like a piston fire picker, it takes a little bit of his try.

The Martial Dao True Form clasped his palms, completely wrapped the ball of [Knowledge] in the space of the palm of his hand, and the ten fingers were put together, and the Martial Dao True Form body pressed down slightly, and then, suddenly, exerted force.

Peerless martial arts - big clumsy hand!

This top-level external skill that Feng Xue has mastered at the moment, and even the ontology has not yet touched the threshold of the physique required to be able to cultivate it, but for the true form of martial arts, as long as the principle is known, it is not difficult to use it.

Although it is just a look, in the world of consciousness, the mind is better than things!

With a strong will, you can swing a strong punch.

In this half-year practice, in the process of hiking, Feng Xue's state of mind has made a qualitative leap.

Under the continuous pressure of the big clumsy hand, Feng Xue felt that the [Knowledge] in his palm began to get hot, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he didn't stop.

The tighter the grip of the palms, the higher the temperature became, and the wisps of [consciousness] leaked out from the cracks of the palms, and they turned into a large amount of "information" and began to blend with Feng Xue's consciousness world.

As if triggering the Fierce Fire trait, the five strange fires erupted with an astonishing heat almost simultaneously, and even the smallest of them, the "Yan Nation People Martial Arts", emitted a blazing white glow.

Although the true form of martial arts did not even have perception, Feng Xue only felt as if he was in a furnace, and there was terrifying pressure and heat both inside and outside.

It didn't feel like he was putting pressure on his knowledge, but like he was the compressed thing in the palm of his hand.

Illusion?

Or is it meant to be?

After all, what is compressed is Feng Xue's own imprint, and it seems that it is not impossible to feel shared.

A great sense of fear came to his heart, but Feng Xue's strength was still increasing, although he could already feel the pain, and even his body was uncontrollably in a posture that was resisting the pressure, but with the power of [Wu], he could clearly understand that his body did not receive the slightest feedback.

This kind of pressure is not real!

The palms continued to exert force, as if something was beginning to shatter, more information overflowed from the palms, and Feng Xue's eyes almost appeared in front of him a picture of a near-death experience, but the hands of the martial arts true form even began to rub against each other with greater force.

Skin is torn, muscles are crushed, bones are shattered......

But the strange thing is that when this pain broke through a certain limit, Feng Xue calmed down, he didn't know why he was quiet, he only knew that the moment his consciousness was disconnected from the pain, a flame was ignited......

(End of chapter)