Doesn't it sound lofty to wash the meridians, be reborn, and start to ascend from the essence of life?

But now Zhou Cheng only feels that life is worse than death.

The surging aura broke through the meridians of Zhou Cheng's body inch by inch. Zhou Cheng now feels that he is a broken sack with air leaks on all sides and many holes. The surging and furious aura vortex around him urged Zhou Cheng's dantian qi sea to rotate rapidly uncontrollably, and the rotation of the dantian qi sea dragged the limbs and hundreds of remains, and all the spiritual qi in the seven meridians and eight veins ran at high speed. Everywhere the aura went, it was like countless sharp knives cutting through Zhou Cheng's meridians, which not only made Zhou Cheng feel the pain of cramps, but also made Zhou Cheng's body reach an unprecedented high temperature.

The internal organs are burning like fire!

But Zhou Cheng not only didn't have the right to stop, but he couldn't even do anything to faint to death.

Lingtai Zhihai's unexpected clarity can make Zhou Cheng feel the changes in every part of his body, and let Zhou Cheng feel the pain of every part of his body.

The blood that seeped out stained the rocks under Zhou Cheng's feet red, and the surging stench could no longer be concealed by the violent whirlwind. The little black cat, who had been watching from afar curiously, was smoky by this sudden fishy smell, fell off a small tree, and then fled down the mountain with its tail between its legs at a speed that a feline had never done before.

Meow cat, it's terrible. The frightened little black cat ran to the foot of the mountain and retched for a long time before relieving itself, a pair of frightened eyes looked at the top of the mountain unconsciously, and it was so frightened that it did not dare to take a step closer to the top of the mountain.

The little black cat escaped decisively and quickly enough. Zhou Cheng is now not only a source of foul and smelly pollution, but also a big poisonous weed. Zhou Cheng is now around a radius of dozens of meters, and the weeds that were originally thriving are rapidly withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Caused by the fishy smell, countless hidden grass insects have suffered from pond fish.

Zhou Cheng doesn't know the situation outside now, in fact, even if he knows, he can't do anything. As the black and red blood in Zhou Cheng's body was discharged, it was now bright red and bright red blood oozing out from under the skin.

Zhou Cheng felt death for the first time, and thought of death for the first time. The difficulty of cultivating the Tao is life and death step by step. Zhou Cheng felt the danger of the fairy road, but he didn't have the slightest way. The meridians are damaged, and the dantian is out of control. Even if the Lingtai is unexpectedly clear, he can't command any part of his body.

Zhou Cheng is waiting for death, waiting for the aura to burst his body, waiting for himself to lose too much blood and die of exhaustion...

Death is cold, Zhou Cheng's current body is simply a red-hot furnace, but his consciousness gradually began to feel cold. As his body deteriorated little by little, Zhou Cheng couldn't even keep the only Lingtai Qingming that he could still maintain.

Zhou Cheng felt tired and just wanted to sleep now. The pain in his body was gradually moving away, but Zhou Cheng knew that it was not that his body was getting better. It's that my own consciousness is about to be overwhelmed.

"I don't know death, I don't know life, I don't know reason, what is the way?" The old man sighed, and he suddenly appeared quietly behind the little black cat when he was looking forward to it, and the sudden voice startled the little black cat.

This is the first time that the little black cat has been approached without noticing it, no wonder for a moment, the black hair on the little black cat stood up. After discovering who it was, the little black cat not only did not relax at all, but fled dozens of meters away as if it were desperate, staring at this dangerous and strange old man with his whole body guarded, and his tail was nervously erected, like a black battle flag standing tall.

It's strange to say that the little black cat has lived in the peach forest for three years, but she has never had a good relationship with the old man. The reason is probably that when Zhou Cheng is away, the bored old man always likes to imprison him and listen to his weird singing (Tao Jing)!

"Clarify your mind, hold the yuan and keep one, keep your mind and solid qi, all the ways are fundamental, delusions do not exist, and all the laws are one" Just when Zhou Cheng's consciousness was a little blurred, and he felt that he was powerless and slowly sliding towards the dark abyss, a roar like Hong Zhong Dalu suddenly rolled in from the darkness. It seemed to have an inexplicable power that made Zhou Cheng's spirits suddenly lift.

The darkness stopped, and Zhou Cheng seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness, although it was nothing compared to the darkness, it still took Zhou Cheng out of nothingness.

It hurts, it hurts indescribably, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

As soon as Zhou Cheng's consciousness returned to his body, he immediately felt a pain like a knife mountain oil pot. The consciousness that had just cleared up was showing signs of dissipation.

But Zhou Cheng knew that he couldn't give up, and giving up at this moment was death.

Those who have been able to become enlightened since ancient times must have great perseverance and perseverance.

Zhou Cheng grasped the last straw in the end, gathered his spirit little by little, and tried to regain his control of the aura little by little.

The pull of the aura and the contraction of the meridians are undoubtedly the greatest harm to Zhou Cheng's dilapidated body. Every inch of Zhou Cheng's recovery of meridians undoubtedly needs to be fought over and over again little by little. The hardships and pains are irreparable, but this is Zhou Cheng's only hope for survival.

The old man was gone, and left the foot of the mountain alone, never to look at the top of the mountain again, leaving the little black cat to watch alone.

As the days passed, the little black cat never saw the old man out of the gate of the cottage again. The whirlwind on the top of the mountain doesn't seem to stop a little, but I don't know if it's an illusion, but as time passes, the violent whirlwind on the top of the mountain becomes gentler little by little. But the little black cat didn't dare to approach at all. Because as soon as the little black cat remembers the indescribable smell it smelled, it retched for a while, and even lost its appetite for the favorite fresh fish.

Building a foundation is the beginning of the path of cultivation, the first step from mortal to immortal. The quality of the foundation also determines the height of the immortal path in the future.

All rivers return to the sea, and all kinds of gas return to the field. Zhou Cheng fought with perseverance little by little, and after experiencing unimaginable pain, he finally regained control of his body. Traction of the air, and return to the field of the air. The whirlwind from the outside world sent an endless stream of pure aura, which not only repaired every damage in the body little by little, but also made the meridians and internal organs in the body appear more vibrant.

The sea of qi in the dantian is slowly generating, the whirlpool of the purple mansion is slowly growing, and in the inner view, the dantian is like the universe, and the cyclone is like a nebula. With the continuous support of aura from the outside world, Zhou Cheng's road to building a foundation finally began to be bitter.

For the first time, Zhou Cheng felt the breath of his body, felt the expansion of every pore on his body, and felt every pulse of his body. I feel as if I have become one with the aura.

It's the ultimate joy, an indescribable realm.

The whirlwind on the top of the mountain finally stopped slowly, and when Zhou Cheng introduced the last trace of spiritual energy into the dantian, he slowly opened his eyes.

From meditating to waking up again. Zhou Cheng seems to have lived a lifetime. From life to death, from death to life. Life is better than death if the meridians are broken, and there is the warmth and comfort of a hundred veins returning to the field.

Good or bad, born or dead! Zhou Cheng came over in the end. The moment Zhou Cheng opened his eyes, the pair of black eyes were as bright as stars.

This day happened to be the one hundred and eighth day of Zhou Cheng's retreat on the top of the mountain.