"Fellow Daoists, you and I will be the same door from now on. ”

Chun Yuan frowned and looked at the miserable White Horse Pavilion, but his heart blossomed.

"Who is in the same door as you?" Except for Gong Hu and Bai Li, the rest of Baiyunguan were like stepping on shit, scolding with a gloomy face!

At this time, the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion had already subdued all kinds of organs, but fortunately, some elders took action to reseal the bronze figure of the organs, and the four major organs of the lion and tiger did not escape, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Haha, no matter what you think, black and white, black and white!" Chun Yuan changed his face, and his mouth was cracked to the root of his ear.

"I'm angry with me!Little white face, you're just there!" Mingbao was furious.

"Since it's the same door, then in the next three days, let Zimo go with him!" Gong Ju stopped Mingbao from scolding, this guy ran the train with his mouth full, and couldn't help but say more ugly words.

"This ......"

"The candidate for the Miasma Experience has been decided, how can it be changed at will?"

"That's your business, I don't care!" Gong Ju nodded on his toes and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye. "Hey, by the way, I forgot to tell you, Zimo lives in Qingming Residence, if you are not afraid, you can go and live casually! Anyway, the house is empty and empty. ”

This sentence was ruthless enough, and it reached the ears of every White Horse Pavilion disciple who looked at the sky with a shy face.

"It's really Qingmingju!" Ge Baoyu trembled all over his body, "The little junior brother has a great creation, we must have a good relationship, I will personally deliver tomorrow's meals, get two more fat geese to make up for the little junior brother, toss for one night, the little junior brother will definitely be hungry." Thinking about the fact that there were two meals during the day today, why didn't I think to send them to the little junior brother!

......

"Didn't catch up?"

Seeing the depressed prince silently drooping his head and walking into Baiyun Temple, Mingbao hurriedly dragged him into Qingming Residence, closed the door and listened.

Outside the door, there was only the miserable cry of an owl.

Ming Bao breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and sat on the round bench and said in a shuff: "Your current skill is close to Juelu, although the Great Yan Sutra can mobilize Yuan Force, but the speed is too slow. I'll pass you a handprint, see it clearly!"

Mingbao was sitting precariously, his hands folded and pinched out a strange seal.

"This is called the Heaven Breaking Finger, using the mudra to mobilize vitality. Although it is much slower than the spiritual guidance, it is incomparably powerful, and it can also mobilize the help of celestial phenomena if it is used well, and it has long been lost. But it couldn't be better for you. ”

"Broken ...... Breaking the sky?" the prince silently pointed to the crack outside the window, slightly puzzled.

"It's a broken tattered, not a tattered tattered!" Mingbao knocked Wang Zimo's head vigorously, knowing that he didn't have anything good in mind!

"Isn't it a broken one?" the prince muttered in defense, but his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously followed suit.

Ten fingers flew, and in an instant, his chest was covered with afterimages. When the handprint was formed, Wang Zimo suddenly felt that his whole body was hot and dry, and a scorching air flow quickly condensed from the sea of qi, surging out at the tip of his index finger.

Seeing this, Mingbao hurriedly hit Wang Zimo's fingers with an earth-colored vitality, "Stop quickly, do you want to dismantle this?"

"So powerful?"

The prince silently stopped sealing. Seeing Mingbao's nervous appearance, it didn't look like he was lying to himself.

"Hurry up and rest, Gongju will definitely toss you tomorrow, and you won't stop until you don't come to Hesheng!"

The next morning, as Mingbao said.

The prince silently ate the roast fat goose sent by Ge Baoyu early, and was still deceived into the Zhengyang Palace by Gong Ju everywhere. As soon as he entered the door, Bai Li held him down, and Yan Rui sent the remaining Yuan Qi Beads into the sea of qi.

Unlike last time, these Yuan Qi beads had no anger, like docile sheep, waiting in line in the sea of qi for the prince to run the Great Yan Sutra in silence.

The light blue altar is like an autumn sky, cloudless and blue. Outside, there is a layer of extremely strong anger, and this anger Gong Ke is helpless, and he has suffered a secret loss. Even Bai Li, who has the vitality of Ruijin, also returned with a feather.

"Most of the cultivation exercises are guided by spiritual sense, and the spiritual energy absorbed by the dantian is channeled into the body for refining, turning it into a vitality that the cultivator can call at any time, and then sending it back to the dantian qi sea for storage. This method of cultivation is very fast, and it will take less than three years and five years to become a saint. After having the Dao Pan, the spiritual consciousness is called the divine consciousness, and at the same time, there is no longer a need to refine the Yuan Qi in the body, and the Dao Pan will refine and store the spiritual energy in the dantian by itself, so Zi Mo must be holy before going to the miasma!"

Gong Hu's words were resolute. It seemed to be explaining to Wang Zimo, and it seemed to be chatting with the other five.

"The Great Yan Sutra can mobilize vitality without the guidance of spiritual sense, but it also has drawbacks, compared to other people with spiritual sense, it is lacking in speed, and it will definitely suffer a loss in battle! Unless he learns the mudra that matches the Great Yan Sutra! But this kind of Dao technique has long been lost because of its slow progress!"

"That's the most useful method right now!" Xiang Aya sighed.

"The mature vitality directly enters the sea of qi, and crosses the stage of releasing and hiding the essence, I am afraid that he will ...... in the future"

Mingbao wanted to speak and stopped, and the people of Baiyun Temple suddenly fell into deep thought.

Although it was only a transitional period at the beginning, it was only after their cultivation that they realized that the true Liberation of Heaven Splitting Heaven had just begun. The more solid the foundation is laid in the early stage, the less effort will be saved in the later stage.

Wang Zimo was concentrating on meditation, and Gong Ju did not listen to their conversation at all.

He carefully sorted the astonishing amount of vitality in the body, and in less than half an hour, the body was already "overcrowded". He could only send the Yuan Qi that had been classified back to the Qi Sea.

After such repetition, the body that should have repeatedly strengthened the refining ability during the Serum Essence Period was actually used by him as a "Yuan Qi Classification" place.

The prince's silent technique became more and more familiar, and in his spare time, he began to think about why his stomach was swollen last night. He obviously saw that there was a black mist hidden in the Yuan Qi mass, why didn't the Yin and Yang face find it? These Yuan Qi beads obviously had no anger, and they were much easier to control in comparison.

In this way, those people are really vicious, and even their vitality beads are contaminated with the anger of their lives, and they are not easy to manipulate.

The more he used it, the more skilled he became, and later he directly emptied his body and lined up hundreds of phalanxes in the sea of qi. The squares of various colors were of different sizes, some gathered hundreds of vitality, while others were alone. Every time a stream of unclassified vitality was drawn into the body, and before it could stop refining, he waved his hand and sent it back, and with a flash of inspiration, he found the corresponding phalanx and arranged it in an orderly manner.

The white horse passes through the gap, and the twilight is in the west.

The fiery clouds in the sky are like fierce beasts, fighting on the battlefield with their mouths wide open. When the sun had completely set, they revealed their ferocious nature, and the Hessian pressed towards the White Cloud Temple.

Wang Zimo opened his eyes and immediately saw the empty Zhengyang Palace.

Gong Ju and they had already left bored, the prince grinned silently, staring at the empty six chairs not far away, ten fingers sealed, the afterimage on his chest floating, and after a while, a small flame overflowed on his index finger.

"Fire Attribute Yuan Force!"

"Earlier, when the Great Yan Sutra was urged, the Yuan Force would automatically attach to the body, so it was too much waste of Yuan Force, with the Heaven Breaking Finger, you could make better use of the Yuan Force, if only there were more such handprints!"

Wang Zimo nodded, and continued to urge the Great Yan Sutra, the flames instantly soared, and the red flames reflected his sideburns, but the temperature was restrained, and he couldn't feel the heat at all.

"But Mingbao said that this mudra Taoism has long been lost, and modern people use spiritual sense in cultivation, where can I find the mudra?"

Wang Zimo was entangled in the matter of the handprint, and at the same time repeatedly practiced the Breaking Heaven Finger.

So repeatedly, the fingertips sometimes rippling with blue water, sometimes wailing and angry, and then lightning and thunder.

"One percent of the fire attribute Yuan Li is the size of a human head, and it is just right to burn these six chairs, if it is ten percent ......" Wang Zimo looked up at the roof of the Zhengyang Palace, and the thief smiled: "It is more than enough to burn the Zhengyang Palace!"

"It's just that how much vitality is used in the sea of qi, I have reached the holy period, why hasn't there been a Dao Pan that Gong Hu said. Forget it, let's ask again tomorrow!"

It wasn't until he practiced the mudra taught by Mingbao to perfection that Wang Zimo got up and went back to Qingming Ju to rest.

The next day, he was dragged to the Zhengyang Hall by Bai Li, who lacked roots, pointed to the demon pill full of ground, and said seriously: "Eat it!"

"What? Eat...... Eat!"

Wang Zimo glanced at Bai Li with disgust, and had an urge to greet him, he was dumbfounded, and muttered in his heart, "Don't let you eat in the morning, eat the bloody demon pill!"

"Eat!" Bai Li said decisively.

Wang Zimo's face darkened.