"It's no wonder that you can only start refining these four big tendons in your body after refining your soul-free body, and only in this way can you resolve the damage caused to your body when refining your body. ”

Zhang Qianxin is like a mirror, quietly feeling the subtle changes in the body, although it was just a simple attempt before, but the effect is quite obvious, the four big tendons in the body are painful at first, and then there are bursts of sour numbness, and so after the feeling of sour numbness passes, there is a feeling of being filled with strength, as if the strength of the body has increased significantly, although it is insignificant, but it is not easy to have such a clear feeling, it is not easy to persevere, it will inevitably use huge changes to persevere, but after this effort, there is a feeling of emptiness in the body, this feeling can be described as familiar and unfamiliar, it has not been a long time, it is actually hungry。

Since the beginning of the foundation building realm, the cultivators have the ability to open the valley, and it is not a big problem if they don't eat water and rice for half a month.

And when you enter the realm of demons in your heart, as long as the Yuan Jing in the Qi Sea is not exhausted, you will maintain an energetic state at any time, so as long as you take the pill and replenish the Yuan Jing, you can not eat the five grains.

Zhang Qian now has refined pure yang true qi in his body, and he can sustain his life by simply devouring the vitality of heaven and earth.

It's a bit ridiculous to suddenly feel this kind of hunger.

However, he didn't bother to ponder, he ate when he was hungry, took out a bottle of earth spirit pill from the dust cave and took four or five grains like pouring beans, and immediately turned into a warm current lingering in the sea of qi after entering the abdomen, and after a while, he only felt that the pure yang true qi had increased, but the feeling of hunger did not subside, and he was puzzled for a while, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he thought for a moment, as if he had realized something: "The art of Dao Yuan focuses on refining form, but Dao art is refining form to nourish essence, and cultivating essence to refine qi. Refining qi to transform the gods, in the end, is to return to the ethereal avenue, giving people a feeling of emptiness, but refining the form is really touched, so it should be obtained from the truth. ”

Zhang Qian remembered the days when he was with his father, Zhang Jiude had a habit of eating meat.

It stands to reason that when he reaches his level, eating the vitality of heaven and earth can sustain his own consumption, and he lives as a god, and any food in the world is as filthy as dung to him, but he has always maintained this habit.

At this time, when I think about it, I also figured it out.

I think it's because of the cultivation of the Dao Yuan Technique, but there is one thing he finds interesting.

Taoism in the world, the more you practice for a long time, the more you have the style of a fairy, Bigu hunger strike, meal style and dew, emptying and controlling qi, giving alms, and controlling thunder and lightning, if you are like a god in the eyes of mortals, the farther away from the world.

This abyss technique is beyond practice, not only can it not practice any magical means, but it is more and more like a layman in the world, eating grains.

Zhang Qian suddenly remembered what his father had told him before, "It is not wrong for people to live in the world, and it is not wrong to raise their heads to look at the sky above them, but they still have to live on this land in a down-to-earth manner. At that time, I only thought that my father's pure teachings were to let me do things in a down-to-earth manner, not to be ambitious, but at this time, in retrospect, there was a deeper artistic conception, but it was difficult to describe, the cultivator pursued to become an immortal, but what is the so-called immortal? What is the difference between it and a person? It is not that he has cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and he has mastered the magic power, but he just flies higher than mortals.

But what's the use of the goshawk flying high, sooner or later it will have to return to the ground.

That's what it means. Zhang Qian seemed to understand something in his heart, and he didn't bother thinking about it here, and took out a lump of cold flesh and blood from the dust cave sky, but it was cut off from the body of the Han Zhu that day, and he could neither make alchemy nor refining materials, anyway, there was enough space in the dilapidated jade, but he didn't throw it away, at this time, he was cooked with real fire, and he didn't care about the taste, he directly chopped his nails and ate it, and ate dozens of catties in a row, so he felt full.

"To be human is to be troublesome. Zhang Qian smiled self-deprecatingly, and did not wipe the greasy on his hands.

With a flick of the fingers, all the filthy things will fall off, like lotus leaves, out of the mud without staining, without a trace of dirt.

"This abyss technique continues to practice like this, I'm afraid it will require a lot of food, ordinary grains, cattle and sheep are a little rough, unbearable to eat, like the flesh and blood of the sword is good, but now there is nowhere to find, now it is better to first put the hand Shao Yin Heart Sutra through and then say, so that the true qi is stabilized, otherwise the spell may not be very smooth, by the way, it will also be refined into several magical powers in the "Heart and Void Refining Fire Technique, Part II", so that the combat effectiveness is greatly increased, and if you encounter a strong enemy, you also have the power of self-preservation. Zhang Qian's mind is mellow and clear, naturally he will not be confused by the calm in front of him, and now although he has killed the white bone Dao man, this henchman, but the elbow and armpit trouble has not been eliminated, and it should not be taken lightly.

It seems that Peng Xuan is a difficult person, if he doesn't get rid of it, he will be uneasy in his heart every day, and the killing of Taijing and Xu Shi will also leave troubles, and I don't know when it will break out.

He didn't naively think that he was clean enough not to cause any trouble, just suspicion was sometimes enough evidence.

In addition, the ten-year big competition is also close at hand, and there are still sixteen months to go.

Although he doesn't have much sense of belonging to Flame Hell Peak, today is different from the past, Flame Hell Peak has become his own dojo, let him give it up, it is absolutely impossible.

Of course, the most important thing is to let the sect recognize its status, after all, he rose to the throne by killing people, and his name is not right.

If anyone wants to trap him in injustice, he can use this as an excuse to put him in danger.

Of course, this is not something that can be asked for by pretending to be a grandson by saying good things, and you must show awe-inspiring strength.

If you feel that you can sit back and relax, it is better to tie a rope around your neck, hang it in a ventilated place, blow the wind and wait for death, at least die decently. Zhang Qian calculated in his heart, although he has now successfully broken through the realm and cultivated the pure yang true qi, and his strength has increased greatly, but the true strength is far inferior to the White Bone Dao person, he was able to kill him at the beginning, mainly because he was prepared to fight unprepared, he did not know his details, and some of his methods were indeed too weird, which made people unguardable, and he was caught off guard, and he was still in a stable situation.

In the end, the ghost made a move at a critical moment, and then he whimpered and lost his life. If he attacks himself with thunderous means at the beginning, there is a good chance that the dead person will be himself.

Of course, digesting some of the things left behind by the White Bone Dao people after their deaths, this gap should be made up soon.

The side hall on the east side of the White Bone View suppresses one of the two fire eyes of the Flame Hell Peak, which is a small fire eye, and the big fire eye is in the Flame Hell Palace, which is closed by the prohibition and can no longer enter, in the past, the White Bone Dao people will refine the lava essence in the small fire eye to condense the lung poison true qi, Zhang Qian pushed open the heavy palace door, and suddenly felt a mighty warm current rushing to his face, which can simply blow people into ashes, more than a hundred times stronger than the ground fire in the cage, and the density of the air inside and outside is obviously different, so that the scenery seen in front of him has a wonderful distortion, but Zhang Qian has no feeling at all, and he has not used his divine sense to disperse the gas of the fire, so he walked into the palace so peacefully。

When soft scales were formed on the surface of the body, it was able to resist the burning of ordinary true fire, and now it has been cultivated into a leakless spirit body, and the skin and flesh seem to be delicate, and the ability to withstand high temperatures is ten times stronger.

Zhang Qian's consciousness could clearly feel that the qi from the fire was surging like flowing water, and his body was like a glorious pebble, no matter how it washed, it would not be shaken in the slightest.

Walking from the dim and hot cave to the lower place, but in a moment into a red world, but arrived in the belly of the mountain, the walls of the cave around are reflected with the red light of the flames, like an iron ingot just taken out of the steel-making furnace, under the foot is a lava lake formed by the convergence of magma, like a pot of viscous millet porridge, from time to time bulging a bowl-sized bubble, and then cracking with a bang, wisps of black smoke accompanied by lava splashing like water splashing in the air, the smell of sulfur spreads, even he frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable, his divine consciousness spread, mobilizing the qi of separation from the fire to condense into a pure barrier outside the body, blocking the black gas。

"This should be the poisonous evil that the lungs spit out, it is really a little mysterious, the white bone Dao people also met me that day, if it is an ordinary person, don't say that let the poisonous true qi of the lungs of this place be touched, even if you inhale a trace of smell into it, I am afraid that you will also be hurt by the poison. Zhang Qian urged the blood refining black gold sword qi, flew underneath, and stopped on a stone platform in the center of the lava lake, this stone was engraved with prohibitions to prevent it from being melted by the high temperature, it should be the place where the White Bone Dao people usually refine the lung poison qi, so he sat down cross-legged here, and then his divine sense moved, and a wisp of black qi rolled up, stripping off the impurities in it, leaving only the thickness of spider silk, playing with it at his fingertips.

In my heart, I was silently recalling the true qi operation route mentioned in the "Heart and Soul Void Refining Fire Technique", which acupuncture points need to be avoided, and after understanding it clearly, the divine consciousness can also mellow and control that wisp of lung poison and evil qi.

It enters the body at the tip of the little finger, which is the end of the hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra.

Then his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was extremely uncomfortable, and the pain of his ten fingers and heart could no longer describe this pain.

"This hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra is a negative meridian, and the earth lung poison and evil qi is yang gang fierce, which can be said to be extreme, and only in this way can they be mutually resolved, so that such a domineering true qi can remain in the body, based on this alone, this "Heart and Soul Void Refining Fire Technique" is enough to be regarded as a mystical exercise, and it is not unreasonable that the Flame Hell Peak can be compared with the peaks such as Youyou and Bihai when it has not fallen. ”

Zhang Qian sat quietly on the stubborn rock in the middle of the lake, standing still, only to see a wisp of black air flowing on his fingertips, like a flame.

From time to time, a motley flame or two splashed up, as if something had been burned, leaving no ashes behind, only a stench of burning.

(To be continued)