The moon fell and the stars sank, and the entire Sword Sect was bathed in the rising sun, and wisps of golden yellow were sprinkled down, shining between the mountains and forests, and the dewdrops reflected the sunlight, as if they were golden pearls. But Han Zaixin couldn't feel all this, and he watched the changes in his body wholeheartedly.

There are more than 100,000 disciples in the Sword Sect, but they are scattered on countless hills between the nine peaks, and the entire sect can indeed be regarded as vast and sparsely populated. Therefore, no one lived in the place where Han Zaixin was, and no one noticed the abnormality of Han Zaixin at this time. Except for the two top levels of the Sword Sect that had been paying attention to him.

The endless mist was like a snow-white silkworm cocoon, enveloping him in it, Han Zaixin was completely invisible at this time, there was only a trace of constantly rotating mist, proving that this was not a real silkworm cocoon, but a true yuan condensation silk shaped like a silkworm cocoon.

At this time, a magical change was taking place in Han Zaixin's body, countless Tongming pills were constantly exuding, but the power contained in a small pill was far beyond Han Zaixin's imagination, like a vast and boundless sea, at this time, all the muscles and veins in his body were wrapped in a thick layer of medicinal power.

At this time, Han Zai's heart was looking inward, and all the muscles and veins in his body were displayed in front of his eyes, and each one was delicate. It wasn't until this time that he realized that there were so many hidden veins hidden in his body.

For a long time, Han Zaixin's own cultivation techniques can be regarded as very clever in the Sword Sect, but the scope of the muscles and veins involved in cultivation only includes, the eight veins and twelve canons of the strange tendons, and some subtle tendons. He thought that he had already covered most of the tendons, but at this time, he realized that the cultivation technique that he thought was already clever enough only covered less than half of the tendons and veins in his body.

This is simply a subversion, Han Zaixin has always thought that even if his qualifications are not the best. But the foundation of his own cultivation is definitely very solid. But now he knew that he had only cultivated less than half of his own tendons, and most of the rest of his tendons were all idle, which was simply a waste. But if you don't have exercises, you can't cultivate, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will go crazy.

Han Zaixin didn't dare to take such a danger, so he could only put it down at this time, and secretly remembered the direction of each tendon, which took him several hours, and with his remarkable memory, he memorized the tendon direction alive.

The medicinal power in the tendons is constantly repairing the tendons and veins that have many cracks when they are broken, and Han Zaixin's own true yuan is also constantly circulating, he is not only carrying out the memory of the tendons at this time, but also practicing the exercises. The vitality between heaven and earth has not gathered, and it seems that Gaia, a mysterious guy, also knows Han Zaixin's situation at this time, and there is no transmission of heaven and earth vitality.

Han Zaixin Zhenyuan kept swimming in the tendons, like a nimble snake, not pausing at every slightest, constantly swimming through some tendons, which was an area that had never been set foot in before.

Han Zaixin can be regarded as a representative of boldness, at this time, relying on the fact that all the true elements of his body are under the protection of Tong Ming Dan, he actually directly uses warmth to explore those unknown veins, if such a thing is known by others, it is enough to make everyone's jaws fall to the ground.

But Han Zaixin is not afraid, he is fearless at this time, not only because of the effect of Tongming Dan, but also because of the mysterious guarantee from Gaia: At this time, Han Zaixin and Gaia reached a temporary agreement, and Han Zaixin finally agreed to Gaia's conditions and promised to help Gaia do what he said.

Of course, it was not done in vain, but Gaia now gave Han Zaixin a strong guarantee, that is, so that he could safely explore his own hidden veins. Such conditions made Han Zaixin very tempted, because he was a somewhat perfectionist person, and what he wanted to do since he was a child was that his parents were not tired, so he did a lot for this, but it was ineffective. In the end, he thought of the Sword Sect monk, this way, so he came to the Sword Sect.

In the Sword Sect, he wanted to become an inner disciple and get ahead, but the outer disciple had no chance to change his own conditions, so he had been practicing hard, never saying that he was tired, just to achieve the conditions as soon as possible and become an inner disciple.

Until now, he is still alone, without the slightest attachment, or he doesn't dare to expect those things, for the obsession in his heart, or until he achieves the obsession in his heart, he will not hope for more.

So now his heart is under layers of blockade, and he will not easily reveal what his heart yearns for.

Zhenyuan continued to explore, like a guinea pig exploring an unknown cave, quietly testing between the meridians. Han Zaixin's divine sense also followed closely, every time the true element flowed through a vein, he had to savor it carefully, at this time his knowledge may be shallow, but this attempt can let him know what kind of effect each vein true element will have after it flows.

This is the most valuable experience, because when he has accumulated enough, or when he encounters the right exercises, he can correspondingly let the true essence flow into these veins, and gain a faster starting speed than the rest.

All the opportunities, Han Zaixin no longer cares, he has already embarked on a path that is different from all the monks at this time, his journey is not destined to be here, this point he already knew when he promised Gaia, because what this mysterious person gave him was definitely beyond the imagination of all the sects in the entire 100,000 Great Mountain.

No one knew what Han Zaixin was doing at this time, even if they were paying attention to his Sword Sect Sect Sect Leader Qing Xuanzi and Supreme Elder Jian Xuan Dao with their divine senses, they only knew that Han Zaixin was healing, but they didn't know that this kid was boldly doing something beyond everyone's imagination.

The cultivation techniques in the Sword Sect can be described as vast, but no one can say that they can all be cultivated, because no matter how strong a person's energy is, it is limited, it is impossible to do everything, and no one has ever seen what Han Zaixin has done at this time. Coupled with the white mist, no one dared to disturb.

Therefore, Han Zaixin completely flowed his true essence through all the veins, gained some valuable experience, and then slowly retracted his work. The medicinal power of the thick layer of Tongming Pill above the tendons began to work, and all the tendons were wrapped in the medicinal power, and then the heat transpiration was like taking a sauna, and all of them became transparent.

The medicinal power seeped into the broken fracture of the tendons, and suddenly a tingling sensation hit his heart, making Han Zaixin feel an endless urge to moan. But at this time, all the 108,000 pores on his body were tightened, completely closed together, and his whole body was like being in the mother's body, achieving an artificial fetal breath state, in this state, the healing effect is the best, but Han Zaixin is also the most guilty at this time!

Because that kind of tingling sensation is really unbearable, it is even more unbearable than the severe pain, and no matter who you are, as long as you embark on the path of cultivation, you are already used to it. But this crispy and numb feeling, which makes people feel comfortable and just want to moan, is indeed not many people have endured.

Therefore, if you speak out at this time, then all the previous healing efforts will be greatly reduced, but if you don't make a sound, you can't bear it in your heart. What a feeling!

Han Zai endured it bitterly, unwilling to make a sound and let his previous efforts be wasted, so the eyelids of his eyes were trembling, sweat began to flow, and the scars on his body had scabbed over at this time, and then fell off piece by piece, and everything was constantly improving.

"Hu ......" is like a hundred thousand feathers gently scratching the soles of your feet, and the unbearable numbness and itchiness are enough to make a person collapse. Han Zaixin struggled to support his eyes and keep them open, but the effect didn't seem to be great, his cheeks kept shaking, and the muscles in his cheeks seemed to be slightly cramping. But he didn't dare to make a sound, he didn't dare to breathe, and even his breath turned into a fetal breath of internal breathing, this moment was too rare, and the dark wounds in his body were recovering at an indescribable speed.

He didn't dare to destroy this state, because once it was destroyed, who would dare to guarantee that there would be no unbearable sequelae! Han Zaixin didn't dare to take it as a joke.

"It's really unbearable!" Finally, the sun was up, the white mist on Han Zaixin's body began to dissipate, and the tendons and veins in his body were completely recast, and with a long breath, Han Zaixin directly collapsed to the ground, this comfortable feeling made him feel more frightening than pain.

"Healed, then go by yourself, you don't have to say goodbye to anyone, you haven't come back since you left the night before!" Qing Xuanzi's voice appeared in Han Zaixin's ear, and he said this.

"Obey!" Han Zai bowed his head and turned to leave. This time, he really embarked on the path of leaving the Sword Sect to travel.

The first two times he went down the mountain, once to visit relatives, once for revenge, this time he once again walked out of the Sword Sect Mountain Gate, in order to find a way to resurrect his loved ones, this time maybe he will not come back for ten years or eight years, maybe he will go out of the 100,000 mountains, go to the distant state plains, the Nanling Plateau, the snowy regions of the northern frontier, and the desert of the Western Regions.

But in the depths of these 100,000 mountains, this Sword Sect that has been inherited for thousands of years is his second root, no matter where he goes, this is where his deepest ties are!

"Let's go, if I don't mix up the name hall, I won't come back, and I won't trouble the elders of the sect anymore!" Han Zaixin carried his long sword behind his back, didn't say goodbye to anyone, and no one came to see him off, so he walked out of the Sword Sect alone, and when he walked past the Lying Niu Stone at the entrance of the Sword Sect, a little red sword light flew out of his sea of knowledge.

But it was the sword qi clone that Qing Xuanzi left in his sea of consciousness, which completely exceeded Qing Xuanzi's expectations, and his body on the main peak of the Sword Sect directly opened his eyes: "This is...... No way!"