Besides, Xia Lang, he returned to the other courtyard with a good taste, and now the Yuanjing artistic conception at hand is enough for him to break through to the late stage of foundation building in a short period of time, so he will have peace of mind in the second round of competition. As for those contribution points, he hasn't figured out how to deal with them, after all, good steel is used on the blade, and it is not a good thing to squander it at will.

"Use the Soul Moisturizing Fruit first, this thing is not difficult for me! Hehe, Tiangang is thirty-six, Earth Demon is seventy-two, the more flying swords there are, the more powerful the sword array will be. Thinking about the senior who taught the Heavenly Xuan Sword Formation Technique, he was really envious, and he used the True Yuan Transformation Form to replace the Flying Sword Array, the means were really against the sky! I don't know when I will be able to have that kind of ability!"

Sharon's face was full of yearning, and he was still too weak now. However, he will not be discouraged, any strong person is at the peak of strength step by step, and envy alone cannot be envied.

"No matter what it is, let's strengthen our divine consciousness first. ”

He didn't hesitate, sat cross-legged, took out the Soul Moisturizing Fruit and swallowed it. The Soul Moisturizing Fruit melted in its mouth, turning into a cloud of juice and flowing to its abdomen. A cool and refreshing feeling fills every part of the body, and the pores of the whole body are excitedly opened.

"It's not as serious as Master said, it's pretty cool!"

Xia Lang grinned to himself, muttering disgust in his mouth that Wu Yu made a big fuss. But he didn't wait long for him to snort, and a clear stream of heat suddenly flowed from his limbs to his mind, as if the juice that had melted just now had gathered and flowed to his head again. With the inflow of warm currents, the original cool feeling instantly became as hot as boiling water, and the severe pain made it difficult for Xia Lang to sit up, and he fell to the ground and kept rolling. This trend is intensifying, as if his head is about to explode at any moment, and the pain in his body is nothing compared to it.

Sharon rolled wildly on the ground, a terrible scream came out of his mouth, the intense nerve stimulation was almost delirious, and his twisted fingers kept clasping the ground and scratching hard, and the traces covered with minced flesh and blood outlined a terrifying and strange pattern.

"No! hold on, don't be unconscious! ah......"

Another more violent pain came, and he slammed his head to the ground in vain, and after a few breaths, his forehead was already a blur of flesh and blood, and there were more red depressions on the ground.

A figure appeared behind him, his face full of anger and concern. If Sharan couldn't hold on, he would immediately intervene to help Sharon quell the riot. This person scolded Sha Lang in his heart, if it wasn't for the wrong timing, he really wanted to slap Sha Lang down the mountain.

When the sharp pain passed, the pain began to subside, and Xia Lang gradually subsided, and he was about to collapse on the ground, gasping for breath. When the man saw this, he knew that Xia Lang was fine, and his figure slowly disappeared. The latter glanced gratefully at where the man was standing, and then ignored it.

"Master!"

He said a silent thought to himself, and soon fell asleep. At this time, a drastic change was taking place in Xia Lang's mind, and a large amount of divine consciousness power was gathering and slowly began to liquefy.

After the foundation building period is promoted to the Jindan period, it is not only necessary to transform the true yuan into a pill, but also to open up the sea of knowledge. After the monk's divine consciousness power is abundant enough, it will form a liquid, which in turn stimulates the Divine Court acupoint to cause the Divine Court ** part to form another dimensional space, store the liquefied divine consciousness power, form a pool of divine consciousness lake, and finally form a divine consciousness ocean in the long cultivation career.

At this moment, the change in Charron's mind is the process of evolving and understanding the sea, which is a great opportunity, and since ancient times, few people have been able to open up the sea of knowledge during the foundation building period. Almost all of these rare monks have become top-level powerhouses, because they have a more powerful divine sense power than ordinary people, and they are far stronger than the powerhouses of the same level in the use of exercises and the control of true yuan, including the manipulation of magic weapons. For example, in alchemy, it is easier for people with strong divine sense to control the size of the Danhuo, so that the effect of the Dan can be more carefully stimulated and retained, and there will be no situation where the Dan Huo is too low to practice into a waste Dan or the Dan Fire is too fierce to explode the furnace. That's the advantage!

Before Xia Lang knew it, his sea of knowledge had been successfully opened, and a sea of knowledge with a diameter of nearly ten zhang was magically rippling with ripples, and the milky white light kept radiating to the surroundings, making the originally dim divine court ** appear a touch of light. The size of this sea of consciousness is infinitely close to the scale of the sea of consciousness of a Dzogchen monk in the Jindan period, and if anyone else sees this, they will definitely not believe what they see.

When Xia Lang opened his eyes again, it was already midnight, and he was hungry, he took out some beast meat and ate barbecue, and after drinking a few jars of Wuliangye, he finally no longer felt hungry.

"Alas, life is better than death, it's so fucking painful, even if I hold on for a second longer, maybe I'll collapse. If you are prepared in advance and slowly channel such a huge amount of medicinal power, you will not die of pain. I guess Master will scold me the next time he sees me!"

Xia Lang shook his head and sighed, this time he could only blame himself for being bold and reckless, Wu Yu had already explained it to him very clearly, he still didn't care, he could only die by himself.

"Huh?"

Xia Lang stood up with a sigh of surprise, and looked at the scene of the Divine Court ** in disbelief, and finally he determined that this was the sea of knowledge mentioned in the classics.

"Whew! I didn't expect such an opportunity. If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future, and the ancients will not deceive me!"

Danger also comes with opportunity, and this time the harvest exceeded his expectations, and also diluted the sullen mood. He gently pushed open the door, stepped out of a welcoming pine on the edge of the cliff, sat down slowly against the pine tree, took out a bottle of wine, and drank two sips from time to time. At this time, the moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, and the silent night will inevitably make people feel a lot of emotion.

"It's been almost two years since I've been here!

Looking at the bleak texture of the ten fingers, the dark yellow complexion reflects the inexplicable sadness. In this unaccompanied world, he changed from a scientific researcher to a cultivator. Two years may not seem like a long time, but everything he has experienced here is too bizarre, and if he thinks about it carefully, he will have the illusion that he is in a dream, and he can't tell whether it is true or false. The loneliness and helplessness in his heart made him feel extremely desolate, and who could tell him about the danger and pain again and again?

Like a fish drinking water, it knows its own warmth and coldness. Although his spiritual path is getting brighter and brighter, he has always found it difficult to integrate into this world, and the loneliness in his heart makes him miss his former friends and relatives very much. Like a lonely goose, accompanied by the bleak autumn wind, he looked at the south disheartenedly, wanting to chase the lost geese.

"Are you all right?"

He looked up at the sky and whispered softly, a person, a pine, a wine jug, and this beautiful night scene together to create a lonely and desolate picture, the sad mood seemed to infect everything around him, and even the cheerful insect chirp became much lower.

The other people in the courtyard also noticed the situation here, and looked at the figure on the edge of the cliff, and there was a touch of sourness in their hearts for no reason, and the two sisters couldn't help but shed tears.

"Sister, what's wrong with my cousin?"

"I don't know!"

Xia Zhiyun trembled back to Yueru, and then secretly wiped tears from her lips. A few people didn't come forward to disturb Xia Lang, maybe their little uncle really needed to be alone like this.

"Bianshui flows, Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows. ”

"Flowing to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan was a little worried. ”

"Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it comes back. ”

"The moon is bright, and the people are in the building. ”

Charon drank and recited poetry to ease his thoughts.

"One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the autumn water is cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan. ”

"The flowers are blooming, the flowers are left, and the wild geese are flying high. ”

"A curtain of wind and moon. ”

He got up slowly, his eyes gradually sharpened, and said in a deep voice into the night sky:

"Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica. ”

His thoughts converged, and the loneliness in his eyes was gradually replaced by firmness,

"I'm going to go back sooner or later, let him sanghai and mulberry, and let him change over the years. ”

I shouted silently in my heart.

Turn around, go back to your room, and practice.