In the blink of an eye, all the blood in Yi Zixuan's palm disappeared, and it seemed to be absorbed by the beads, the purple beads appeared more crystal clear, and the light became more and more dazzling, reflecting a sad face very clearly.

These lights seemed to contain extremely mysterious power, Yi Zixuan only felt warm all over, without a trace of sleepiness, and the whole person's mind gradually quieted down, revealing an indifferent temperament.

Moreover, the purple light shining on him was not random, as if it was controlled by a mysterious rule or will in the dark, gradually pointing down from his head, from fast to slow.

The flowing light flowed through his whole body, seemingly making Yi Zixuan's body transparent, and the skin, muscles, and bones below his neck quickly disappeared, as if they were covered by something.

Yi Zixuan lowered his head and saw a mess of threads, he didn't know what it was for a while, and after a while, he faintly realized.

"If nothing else, these are the disordered meridians in my body, right?"

Yi Zixuan had never observed the meridians in his body so clearly, and it was indeed as many pharmacists said, intertwined, bent and deformed, like a mess, and it was difficult to sort out a thousand things.

Although the meridians of the human body themselves have been connected to each other, they are orderly in chaos, like a big net, not chaotic, and people like him don't know whether they are born with them or caused by acquired factors, no one can say clearly.

It's just that as the light of water gradually flows along the meridians, Yi Zixuan's eyes suddenly appeared with surprise, and there was even a trace of disbelief on his face, and the whole person was so surprised that he didn't dare to speak.

He saw that his meridians were slowly stretching and beginning to return to normal!

Fortunately, Yi Zixuan has studied medical skills, and he can't say that he is very exquisite, but it is not difficult to understand the direction of the human body's meridians.

At this moment, Yi Zixuan suddenly remembered something, and a very familiar feeling suddenly came to his heart.

Pain!

Indescribable pain!

Although he had realized that something was wrong, and that perhaps this seemingly forcible method of correcting the meridians would be accompanied by bad consequences, he did not expect it to be so unbearable.

He had never experienced such pain, and he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't help but tremble.

Yi Zixuan felt that the world was spinning, his consciousness was a little blurry, he wanted to close his eyes, but the corner of his eye saw something unpleasant, those meridians that had returned to normal actually had the potential to rekindle the old state!

He looked at the beads on his chest in a daze, and saw that the light emanating from them was gradually dimming, as if he were about to fall into a deep sleep.

What's going on!

He suddenly struck a spirit, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water in winter, looked at the purple light that had become inexplicably brighter, his mind became clear in an instant, and he immediately saw the connection.

The light emitted by this bead is related to oneself, to be precise, it is related to one's own will, the stronger one's will, the brighter the light of the purple bead, and the faster it promotes the recovery of the meridians.

And once his will falls into a coma due to severe pain, Zizhu will also converge his light, and everything will return to its original point.

Yi Zixuan didn't know why Zhuzi, who had not moved for more than ten years, would make a big move tonight, but he vaguely realized that this might be the only chance, the only chance that could make him reborn.

That being the case······

"I'm not going to give up!"

Yi Zixuan insisted!

Gritted his teeth and held on!

Yi Zixuan's face with clear eyebrows was wrinkled together because of a pain beyond the limit, like white paper that was wet on a rainy day, and the posture that appeared after drying on a sunny day, the whole face revealed a kind of pale powerlessness.

Can't give up!

So he has to endure, he doesn't dare to have the slightest slackness, waste a little time, even if he knows that there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, he must not hesitate and move forward bravely!

Time passed little by little, and it was still a long night outside the window.

Fortunately, this kind of gritting of teeth and persistence was not without gains, Yi Zixuan's bloodshot eyes saw that most of the meridians had returned to normal, and there was only one last point left, which could be done in the blink of an eye.

Yi Zixuan's mind relaxed a little, but what happened next caught him off guard.

Because just when the brilliance of the purple bead reached its most dazzling, a biting cold current suddenly surged from somewhere in Yi Zixuan's body, blocking the purple brilliance, like a high mountain blocking the raging river.

Yi Zixuan felt that he was originally immersed in volcanic magma, and in an instant, he fell into a cave in the ice and snow, and the two alternated with each other, intertwined with heat and cold, which was really unbearable.

"Ahh

The moment the purple light shattered the cold current, an indescribable sharp pain seemed to hit from the depths of his soul, as if countless thunderbolts exploded in his mind, and Yi Zixuan fainted without snorting.

The next moment, the purple bead that he had worn for twelve years since he was a child melted silently, turned into a purple Hualian and flew up, circled twice in the air, and suddenly drilled into Yi Zixuan's body, and then rushed into his eyebrows.

In the mud pill palace in the center of the eyebrows, Yi Zixuan lay quietly in a gray and empty world, gray sky, gray ground, and gray fog all around.

"Where is this?"

I don't know when, Yi Zixuan woke up slowly, looked around, and didn't know where he was.

When he first woke up, his mind was not clear enough, and his consciousness was still in the sharp pain he felt before he fainted, and it took him half a sound to understand what had just happened.

Only then did he realize that his body was transparent, as if it was made of something invisible, and he was startled, and thought he was dead, but when his palm touched the gray mist, there was a feeling of touching the real thing, and he seemed to guess something.

"Could it be that I am in the sea of knowledge?"

Although he couldn't cultivate, he wasn't ignorant of cultivation.

Mr. Mu Lao is not only a group of young teachers, but also a leader on their spiritual path, and he has spent a lot of time carefully introducing the common knowledge of cultivation to all students.

At the beginning of the practice, it is the three realms of Daoji, Zhizang, and Huangting, refining the essence of flesh and blood, strengthening the blood and qi, and penetrating the twelve canons and eight strange veins of the human body, which is the Daoji realm.

And the meridians contain knots, more than six or seven, less than three or two, adding up to just one hundred and eight innate numbers, each time you open a knot, you can increase the power of at least a hundred catties.

When the Daoji is perfect, it has the power to carry the tripod.

But this is the most basic, because everyone's physique, the exercises they cultivate, and the resources they can obtain are not the same, so there is a big difference in the strength that each person increases when they break through the gate of the Dao Foundation Realm.

The few ones are only more than 100 catties, and the more ones can have two or three hundred catties, or even four or five hundred catties.

As far as Yi Zixuan knows, Liu Chengfeng has opened up two meridians, with a total of twelve knots, and the strength of one body has reached two thousand catties, and like Chao Shi, if there is no five thousand catties of strength, he will not enter the mountains and forests to hunt fierce beasts.

Not to mention going to die, that's pretty much the same.

As for the Meixin Mud Pill Palace, it is the place where Zhihai lives, that is, the place where spiritual power is cultivated, so what appears in Zhihai is not Yi Zixuan's body, but is composed of his spiritual power.

Just as Yi Zixuan was thinking, the gray mist around him was gradually thinning, and at the same time, a faint brilliance emanated from the depths of the mist, getting brighter and brighter.

When he came back to his senses, a purple Hua Lian appeared in his eyes, and Hua Lian flew from nowhere, floating in the void in front of him, and then slowly opened like a scroll.

There was nothing else on the scroll, only lines of quaint text, the strokes were quaint, and the horns of the head were grand, this kind of writing was extremely ancient, and the silver hook and iron painting faintly exuded the edge of the sword.

But for some reason, he understood all the words at a glance, and felt an aura connected by blood, as if an inexplicable force was transmitting some information to him.

Cangyue Xinghai Jue!

But what was even more strange was that as he breathed, the words on the scroll continued to shine, and a trace of purple qi continued to erupt from the ancient characters, turning into a cloud of tiny clouds that slowly rotated around the scroll.

He began to silently recite the Cangyue Xinghai Jue, and the sea of knowledge suddenly vibrate, and a sound of Dao Lun exploded, like a startling spring thunder, and it seemed to be Hong Zhong Dalu, and a strong wind rose in the gray mist.

Yi Zixuan was completely immersed in it and forgot everything.

When his consciousness returned to his body, there was a burst of birdsong outside the window, crisp and pleasant.