Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 11: No years in the mountains
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Seeing the desperate stance of the Han Shui Jiao, the original smile of the woman in plain clothes returned to calm, without any major movements, urging the sword art, the Ziyuan sword in her hand suddenly became like a thunder So shocked and shot away.
The inner alchemy that the Han Shui Jiao spit out has now become brighter from the original gloom, ready to use all the spiritual power of the whole body to instill into the inner alchemy, a desperate blow, it is difficult for ordinary spirit beasts to cultivate the inner alchemy. Dan, what is cultivated is not easy to sacrifice in front of outsiders like a treasure.
Because the loss of the inner alchemy, which is equivalent to a whole body of cultivation, is completely abolished, if it hadn't been injured and cut off by someone today, the cold water Jiao would not spit out the inner alchemy impulsively.
A scene of astonishment appeared! The Han Shui Jiao was urging his spiritual power, as fast as lightning, and the Ziyuan sword that moved like thunder had already killed it in the blink of an eye, and shot at the dragon head, "Puff," the whole upper body was flying across, without a trace of blood. It was all frozen to ice scum.
"Bang 嗵... hu la la" After losing his life, the eyes of the cold water dragon were dim and lost, the corpse fell into the pool, causing a large splash of water. The woman in plain clothes rolled the cold water Jiao's inner alchemy with a single scroll, and the inner alchemy who had lost his spiritual power suddenly became disgraced.
Zhao Jiuge looked at the scene in front of him and his eyes were scared. With one sword, he killed the cold water dragon with one sword! The strength of this woman was too terrifying. Before the Cold Water Flood Dragon could do anything, the dazzling inner alchemy became dim, and it was as short-lived as a firework, and finally became annihilated.
After the battle, the water level of the water pool dropped a lot. The surrounding mountains were full of broken walls and ruins. The waterfalls that flowed down due to the sharp sword light cut off the entire top of the cliff. Cut off.
Zhao Jiuge stared at the surrounding environment dumbfounded, marveling at the cultivation of the woman in plain clothes, and secretly made up his mind, no matter how long and difficult the road ahead, I must surpass her! The boy's eyes were firm, and his delicate face was full of stubbornness.
After the girl in plain clothes collected the inner alchemy in a scroll, the woman in the pink palace dress hurriedly picked up the body of the cold water dragon in the pool. The sinews of the cold water flood could make magic weapons.
"Sister Prajna, I am really lucky to find a cold water dragon that refines the inner alchemy this time," the woman in the pink palace dress exclaimed, thinking that although the fourth grade of Caidan has become the fourth grade, it is still hopeful to cultivate the Nascent Soul. Hope is slim, looking at the senior sister in front of her can't help but sigh.
"I have been practicing since I was a child, and I wanted to pursue the immortal way and live forever in the heaven and earth. No matter whether I went back to refine the spiritual pill or not, whether I advanced, I will try every means to improve, only in this way can the future Go further along the road," the plain-clothed woman's cold words came, and only when she talked about cultivation did her words fluctuate.
"Senior Sister Prajna, let's go back to the teacher's door as soon as possible, lest the spiritual power in the inner alchemy of the cold water flood is slowly lost." The pink palace-dressed woman thought about the existence of the heavenly proud **** the road to immortality. It must be generous.
And if you can’t cultivate, Yuan Ying will only live a few hundred years longer than those ordinary people, and then die and disappear, like a dream, maybe a mortal’s life is less than a hundred years, but it’s short and happy, so you don’t need to cultivate And troubles, do not need to be in danger all the time.
And those cultivators seem to have a long life, but they have spent their lives in cultivation, and they can't appreciate everything in the world. Thinking of these pink palace-dressed women can't help but feel a little bit unhappy.
The woman in plain clothes nodded lightly, leaped in the air and stood on the yellow dragon boat again. For some reason, she subconsciously looked at the boy, and was a little surprised that the big movement just now was even more okay. On the cliff, watching the spirit power fluctuations in the young man's body, moving the blood realm, he turned out to be a cultivator.
At this time, the boy is no longer restrained and shy, with a tall waist, a trace of stubbornness hidden in his calm eyes, and his delicate face full of firmness.
Looking at the young man's perseverance and stubbornness, I don't know why the mood that hasn't been fluctuated since the practice has been slightly lost. Then the woman in plain clothes shook her head lightly, not thinking so much, operating the dragon boat into a stream of light and sailing into the air, slowly disappearing into the sky and finally disappearing.
Zhao Jiuge has been looking at the woman in plain clothes in a trance, and the people have disappeared and they are still watching, and he has been meditating on Prajna and Luoshui Shenjue. He recovered slowly, watching everything around him return to calm, if it weren't for the broken walls around, a mess would still be there, as if nothing had happened just now.
In the past few days, I practiced in the water pool. When the cold water touched the body, it turned into a hint of cold air and poured into the body. The increase in spiritual power was even more obvious when practicing spiritual power. Zhao Jiuge was always surprised. It turned out that the water pool was originally cold and the bottom of the pool. There are still cold water dragons practicing in the depths. Originally planning to take Xiao Hei back to the valley, Zhao Jiuge changed his mind today, being stimulated by a woman in plain clothes.
I decided to cultivate in the water pool. Now that the cold water dragon has been beheaded by the plain-clothed woman named Prajna, there should be no danger in the water pool.
"Xiao Hei, when my cultivation level reaches the late stage of moving the blood, the Sanskrit Eucharist method has reached the first level, and I have cultivated a golden-patterned wandering dragon. I will continue to set off. I will go out in the mountains early to find a monk apprentice. I have a lot of things to do when the daily cultivation base becomes stronger," Zhao Jiuge said complicatedly.
"Chiji..." Xiao Hei changed his usual behavior and looked very quiet when he heard the words. He looked at Zhao Jiuge with his eyes open and blinked, and his little hand pulled Zhao Jiuge's sleeve. Zhao Jiuge touched Xiao Hei's head, jumped into the pool again, and suddenly felt cold and bitterly painful.
The exercises work, and spiritual power emerges. When he went to the water pond to practice, Zhao Jiuge found that the cold water in the cold pond was a little weaker, thinking that it might be because of the absence of the cold water dragon. Spiritual energy and cold energy are mixed together, slowly merging and transforming into spiritual energy as the body flows, surging to the pubic area with the rotation of the Great Zhoutian, slowly accumulating bit by bit.
The blood in the body is full of pale golden colors. As the spiritual power condenses, Zhao Jiuge is prepared to let the spiritual power flow through the blood and instill it into the limbs, trying to break through the late stage of the blood transfer.
There is no years in the mountains, Zhao Jiuge has been sitting cross-legged in the cold pool, and gradually breathing is short and melodious, but the spiritual power in the body is still running, and the spiritual energy around is rushing towards Zhao Jiuge. Days just passed by day by day.
More than half a month passed, Zhao Jiuge's closed eyes opened, and the light flashed. Standing up, he screamed and screamed, and let out a long breath. Now the whole body blood is not only stained with light golden spiritual power.
Even the body's limbs are not stimulating spiritual power, and they are now full of spiritual power fluctuations, and the skin is constantly absorbing the spiritual energy between the heavens and the earth, and automatically supplements the body. As long as half a month, Zhao Jiuge's cultivation has broken through to the late stage of moving blood!
While excited and happy, I couldn't help but think of the method of the Sanskrit Eucharist. Decided to go back to the valley to recuperate and consolidate the cultivation base, and then go back to the cold lake to practice Fajue. When the Sanskrit Eucharist reaches the first level, it is the day to leave the mountain!
On the way back to the valley, Zhao Jiuge accidentally discovered that Xiao Hei hadn't been in charge of Xiao Hei in his cultivation for so many days, and Xiao Hei had been in the Spirit Realm. Although he knew that Xiao Hei’s mother’s cultivation base had reached the Spirit Realm in the first place, Xiao Hei should have also opened it. Lingzhi can practice, but when this scene really happened in Zhao Jiuge's eyes, he still couldn't help but sigh.
I haven’t returned to the valley for more than a month. Everything in the valley hasn’t changed. I walked into the valley and smelled the familiar fragrance. It’s been a long time since Xiao Hei’s mother and the brown bear fought, but there were potholes and pits. The traces under the mountains still remain.
Night fell, Zhao Jiuge in the cave looked at the sky outside the cave, a waning moon hung in the night, listening to the sound of insects around, enjoying the wind blowing in the evening, and his heart was peaceful and thinking about the past few All kinds of things happened in the moon, as if dreaming.
I don’t know when I remembered my grandpa again, his eyes moistened, and he resisted the tears, and finally fell asleep unknowingly and fell asleep, dreaming of the woman in plain clothes again, and dreaming again. The noble and cold face of the woman in plain clothes.
At this time, Zhao Jiuge slept very sweetly. I spent a month of training in meditation. It is rare to sleep peacefully. In his sleep, Zhao Jiuge’s delicate and firm face is moist around the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth are slightly lifted. The smile is sweet.