"Beast Soul Spirit Stone......"

In the middle of the night, Shang Jingxing held a small lamp in his hand and sat at the table, he held a beast soul spirit stone in his left hand, a brush in his right hand, and an ordinary paper on the table. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The advice given to him by the people in the live broadcast room was to borrow the spiritual power in the beast soul spirit stone for burning, he didn't know if this plan was feasible, after all, he had tried to absorb the spiritual power in the spirit stone, and finally failed.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and decisively began to absorb the spiritual power in the beast soul spirit stone, which felt completely different from the previous time, when he began to absorb, a roar that seemed to resound through the world appeared in his mind, and at the same time, a picture appeared, it was a huge figure, covered in blood, looking up and roaring and wailing, just like the screams before death, hideous and unwilling.

His hands trembled suddenly, and the beast soul spirit stone and brush in his hand almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, the screams came and went quickly, but in an instant, whether it was a roar or a picture, all disappeared without a trace, only the blood-colored spiritual power flowed into his left hand with his extraction.

He didn't dare to be distracted to think about the previous pictures and sounds, and guided this spiritual power into the brush in his right hand, and the spiritual power was also injected and began to write.

Forging.

The first word was written with difficulty, and this one word alone consumed nearly one-tenth of his mental strength, but he smiled.

'Success!'

Seeing that the word 'forging' faintly fluctuated with spiritual power, he knew that he had succeeded, and when he lifted the pen, which felt heavier than before, he wrote down the second word.

Make.

What he didn't expect was that the second writing was difficult, which was a few points more than the first word, which made his right hand tremble unconsciously, as if what he was holding was no longer a brush, but a boulder weighing tens of millions of pounds.

Then he didn't pause, the third, the fourth, until the seventh word, all the way to the first word, in one breath, he wrote more than Xiaoyun expected.

Syllable......

The brush fell on the table, several beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he leaned back in the chair and kept panting, his mental strength was exhausted, the whole person was extremely sluggish, and he had no strength to move a finger, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

He maintained such a posture, motionless, silently running the heart to recover his mental strength faster, in fact, his situation is also excusable, Xiaoyun did not expect him to have the intention of burning, so he did not elaborate, the burning of the matter, only the distraction period can be carried out, there are three reasons.

First, it is the quality of spiritual power. At this point, Shang Jingxing accidentally borrowed the spiritual power of the beast soul spirit stone and avoided it.

Second, it is spiritual power. Although there is no quality requirement here, the quantity requirement is extremely high.

Third, the degree of understanding of this exercise. Maybe there will be gains if there is a loss, his qualifications are so poor that he is considered unable to enter the Qi refining period, but his comprehension is the opposite, and the good is enough to make most of the proud sons of the sky despair.

Is the tower realm exercise rare?

No, although there are few exercises in the Tower Realm, they are not rare, otherwise Shang Jingxing would not have been able to obtain the three exercises so easily in the previous power battle.

Then why do so many people only learn one or two exercises in their lifetime?

The reason is that there are few high-grade paper exercises that can be watched infinitely, and if you can watch them an unlimited number of times, even a pig may be able to learn it.

Learning the exercises is divided into two steps, the first is to realize the true meaning of the exercises, and then to memorize the flow of spiritual power, many people are stuck in the first step, and Shang Jingxing's comprehension is terrible, he was not stuck in the first step at all, and he didn't even feel the first step, but he was peculiar because of the lack of mental power and stuck in the second step, and Bingxinmen had never systematically taught him to cultivate, otherwise he would have to be shocked by his situation.

An hour passed, and he sat up straight with a sigh of relief, unaware that he was doing something that he could only do in a distraction period, and he gradually eased up, and his mental strength recovered nine times out of ten.

'I must write ten words today, otherwise it will be the year and month to finish burning a book of exercises.' How many years and months will it take to become stronger!'

That's his goal.

He cheered himself up in his heart, hatred was his motivation, and protection was also his motivation.

He lifted his pen.

Writing continues.

The eighth character should have been a little more difficult to write than the seventh, but surprisingly he didn't feel that way, and even felt a little easier than the seventh character.

All this is thanks to his extraordinary understanding, every word he writes is a point of artistic conception of the exercises, he wrote seven words in a row before, and all these seven points of artistic conception were absorbed by him with his own understanding, and he had a deeper understanding of forging the heart, so it was naturally relaxed.

However, he didn't know this, he was only slightly surprised, and began to write the ninth word.

He didn't expect the ninth word to continue to surprise him, and it was exactly the case, this word was a little more difficult, even so, with experience, he didn't have the embarrassment before.

Just when he put down the pen and wanted to write the tenth word, a "hum" sound exploded in his head, and the feeling of being suppressed by Zhou Danshan with Deng Lingfeng that day came again, carrying Mount Tai!

A stream of spiritual power enveloped his body, it was not the spiritual power of the beast soul spirit stone, let alone his own spiritual power, but the spiritual power of heaven and earth!

It's as if heaven and earth are preventing him from continuing to write exercises, which is the fourth reason why he can't write unless he is powerful, and it is the secret of great power, even Xiaoyun doesn't necessarily know it.

The rules of the tower realm prevent the spread of exercises!

This rule is not as tough as the rules of the other towers, and those who violate it will die, but the pressure doubles the difficulty of writing for the burner!

And this is just the beginning, every time the number of words rises by ten, the difficulty of writing will multiply again, and the next time, it will double on the basis of nineteen words!

The whole of the Heart Forging Exercise is five hundred and three crosses, and this bonus will be fifty-three times, not to mention that this kind of pressure is below the distraction period, even if it is an ordinary distraction period, I am afraid that it will be prohibitive.

"Hmm!"

A strong moan came from Shang Jingxing's mouth, even at this time, he was afraid of Xiaoyun's existence and didn't want to wake her up.

He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead, dripping onto the paper, soaking the paper, only the words that had been written were flowing with spiritual power fluctuations, discharging the sweat and not allowing it to blur itself.

His eyes were bloodshot, his body was shaking, his gums were oozing blood from his clenching, and even so, he was still writing!

丿.

The first one was completed, and it was a few points more difficult than the sum of the previous nine words.

The hand continued to move.

、.

With such a simple stroke, he spent half a cup of tea, his entire forehead was covered with sweat, and his bangs were soaked and stuck to his face, even interfering with his vision, but he couldn't take care of it.

The third one falls!

、.

It's still a point, it's still as simple as that, the price is that his mental power is completely dried up, his eyes are black for a while and he almost faints, his eyelids are drooping, as if they will close in the next second, similar to the feeling that ordinary people haven't slept for ten days surrounds his whole body.

At this moment, a thought that he had never had before jumped into his head, giving up, yes, he wanted to give up, he wanted to do so much, he wanted to drop the pen right now, tear the paper in front of him, and then fall asleep.

But......

He can't!

His neck was like a puppet without engine oil, and he turned to the right with difficulty, and what he saw was Xiaoyun's peaceful sleeping face, but what he thought about was Xiaoyun's restless crying in his sleep in the cave that day.

I can't give up!

He roared in his heart, his wish was very simple, very simple, at least so that Xiaoyun could sleep peacefully every day, that's all!

Thinking so, he wrote down the last stroke, and the tenth word was completed!

That's a 'heart' word!

The corners of his mouth hooked weakly, and he glanced at the words he had just written, and then the whole person fell on the table, unconscious.

The house gradually fell silent, time passed slowly, and the light on the table was extinguished, only the word 'heart' flowed, just like Shang Jingxing's heart.