June.

The dull and depressing heat makes it difficult to sleep. When you make a living at sea, men with iron-like bodies inject unbearable heat into the bodies of those macadames, in exchange for a moment of peace of mind.

However, refining essence into qi is the process of converting the evaporated life energy and accumulating it into a complete circulation system, thereby enriching the life energy of the seeker.

The female cultivator cultivates this technique to a profound level, called killing the Red Dragon, and the male cultivator cultivates this technique to a profound level, called subduing the White Tiger.

Going further, refining qi to return to the spirit means further sublimating the life energy that has accumulated to a certain thickness, which is the so-called innate realm in martial arts. It can easily cleanse the muscles and marrow, and purify the spiritual root qualifications.

On the southernmost coastline of Mingzhou, a vast beach is prominent, facing the vast ocean, and it seems that this is the end of heaven and earth.

As early summer arrived, hurricanes in the vast sea rose.

The sky, which was supposed to be noon during the day, was piled up with dark clouds and turned gray. The strong rain took on the even more violent wind and swept up and down, making the vision in all directions blurred.

Under the dark sky, thousands of waves gushed out of the sea.

The brute waves swept back and forth with a terrifying aura, striking each other, sometimes sinking into an abyss, and sometimes rushing into the air. The tangible energy collided and destroyed, and it spun.

In this chaotic scene that is like the end of the world, there is a strong man in his body. He stands alone in the most thrilling and dangerous place on the beach, and is alone in the heavy rain and wind, watching the waves without fear.

(Come on, I'm the storm!)

The man or boy's body is not tall, but it is extremely thick. The layers of muscles protruding from the chest and shoulders are as smooth as rock blocks washed by the sea tide for a long time. The raindrops hit his dark skin and flow down the muscle lines that look like steel.

A giant iron sword, which was obviously taller than the man, was deeply inserted into the thick sand beside him. The man gently placed the hilt of the giant sword with his right hand, as if tense and relaxed, standing motionless towards the ocean.

It seems to be just a simple standing posture, but under a hurricane of this level, you can face the power of heaven so freely with just an iron sword supporting yourself, and actually a powerful force has been shown inside.

Those who seek the Tao will eventually compete with the sky. Even if an ants shake a tree, it is ridiculous and unworthy.

Through the dripping hair, the man's black and white pupils looked directly at the turbulent waves that were sucking and storming.

There is a ** in his pupils - a ** that wants to break through his own limits and prove his own path from the dynamics of the vast sea and the power of the sky.

Such a simple and persistent **, in the multiverse and heavenly world, only one kind of person can possess it and deserve it: the ** of those who seek the truth.

Rumbled, the terrifying waves in front of him came like a steel wall, and fell, like a giant palm of the sky. However, the boy, whose body was cast like steel and whose will surged like magma, mobilized and transported his body without hesitation to accumulate real breath in his body, drew up the giant iron sword with one hand, charged, roared, and slashed down with both hands!

Bang, the sword pressure collided with the sea tide. The next moment, the sword holder broke through the waves, spreading the sword pressure, and even collided with the iron wall-like waves in the opposite direction.

Under the overlord's power and under the oppression of life and death, the powerful true breath in the sword-holder's body was running wildly. In the end, the key points everywhere exploded one after another like splicing of fine steel. The energy moved with the heart and traveled between the meridians everywhere. The true breath filled and shrank freely, and the rise and fall were in a heart. In a short time, it actually caused his cultivation, which had fallen into a bottleneck, to rise to another level after many years of hard practice.

After all, the training of life and death, as well as the understanding and practice of magic tricks, are the most needed and most difficult conditions for practice.

What many people understand is that the immortal gods who can become enlightened by sucking the light of the sun and the moon, which do not exist. Breaking through the limit of life and death is itself a kind of biggest struggle: because, the word "longevity" is a collection of everything in the world!

A night of storm and rain, and the dawn of the next day.

The wind weakened, the rain fell, and the crazy and violent sea yesterday also calmed down, revealing a peaceful and gentle appearance.

The clouds and mist at the sea level lingered, revealing red light.

The man or boy slowly opened his eyes on the beach. His eyes were clearly black and white, but his eyes were unusually bright.

He took a deep breath, stood up, then pulled up the giant iron sword beside him, turned around and looked towards the ocean, taking the first step.

Then, he did not look back and embarked on the journey of seeking the truth. Yesterday's intense and exciting things were just beginning.

(For two lifetimes, I would rather die on the road to seeking the truth than die on the sickbed again.) Zhang Lie looked up at the sunshine, then continued walking in such a dry clothes, carrying a great sword on his back.

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On the thousands of miles of ice fields, the wind and snow are invincible, and the snow-white colors are stacked layer by layer, gloomy and cold.

Occasionally, the ice particles that were rolled up with the strong wind hit each other in the void, making a strange sound of "rustling" sound, like a place of purgatory made of ice.

At this time, through the dark sky, you can see more than ten people in a group of people, facing the strong wind, passing through the flying snow, and running quickly.

"Uncle San, we have been rushing for three or four hours. The fourth and fifth brothers are already unable to hold on!"

A young man in a sky blue Taoist robe walked a few steps forward and whispered to remind the person who was bowing his head in front of him. He was a fat and kind old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest turned around when he heard the sound, and his round, white and fat face was rolling, and his eyes were not at all stable as an elder.

But as soon as he glanced at him, he saw the younger generations behind him, all of whom were pale and their physical strength had reached their limits.

Undoubtedly, while resisting the cold air of the blood-coagulation and frozen marrow, while rushing on the road for a long time, it is indeed unbearable for these low-lived students to bear it.

Therefore, the old Taoist priest gradually stopped and shook his head: "Forget it, let's take a break, everyone should make some breathing adjustments and set off again!"

Upon hearing this, several juniors from the clan screamed in sultry: "Uncle San!"

Among the elders and monks of the Zhang family, this fat old Taoist priest is ignorant on weekdays and often mingles with his juniors. He is disrespectful to him. Although he is acquainted with his elders, his majesty is far inferior to other elders. Several juniors are used to making fun of him on weekdays. At this time, they use a lot of effort and scream loudly, hoping to extend the rest time.

However, this time the old Taoist priest was much more simply.

He raised his hand and cast a Huang family talisman. He saw the yellow paper talisman spinning around, cutting off the air and making a "chichi" sound, drawing a large circle on the snow, and cage everyone in. The power of the talisman spreads to block the wind and snow on all sides, preventing the chill from invading it.

The old Taoist priest snorted, sat down carelessly, and then cursed: "You group of spoiled people, act coquettishly and behave like a good person, don't look at the place. This is the land of Xuanmo Sect among the seven northern sects. Adjust your breathing quickly, and only a moment is small! Do you think I am for yourself? I am afraid that you little kids will be caught by the monks of Xuanmo Sect. The man will make ice corpses to guard the sect, and the woman will make furnaces and cauldrons to collect and repair them day and night, and will never rest in peace forever."

Although he was serious, the younger monks who had not experienced the true cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation were only heard of, but they had no personal pain. Therefore, at this moment, they all smiled and came up, pounding the fat old monk's legs, hoping to rest more and turn a few more breaths of true breath.

"We are all local cultivators. Even in the Xuanmo Sect, aren't there any disciples of our Zhang family? Not to mention that we can't easily meet, even if we meet, we can't show any affection? The monks of the Xuanmo Sect and our Zhang family's disciples looked up and saw each other... What's more, we don't have any other uncle, you, as the third uncle, who has one talisman technique, can be said to be the most important family."

"Okay, okay, stop praising me. I still know how much weight you have in your third uncle. This time, Yuanzhangcheng Ascension to Immortals, you will be more enthusiastic and join more major sects. I don't ask you to do it well. As long as you become a true disciple, our Zhang family will be much better and you will not be bullied easily."

"Why do ordinary people in the mortal world have a temptation to give birth to boys, even drown girls? Because there are so many boys that are not bullied, and they can even bully others. If we are from the immortal cultivation families, it will not only require quantity, but also quality!" Although we know the thoughts of these little ghosts around, Zhang Zhengli couldn't help but nag.

"Uncle San, Uncle San, the seven northern sects, which sect should we join is the best?"

"I think you are not allowed to enter any faction. What kind of faction you are thinking about is unhappy and you are willing to accept you in!"

In fact, if you are really a disciple with excellent spiritual root qualifications, you have been sent to the seven major sects as early as you were young, in order to obtain the best cultivation. The spiritual roots in the world are mainly metal, wood, water, fire and earth, and supernatural spiritual roots such as wind, thunder, flame and rock. The pure and single ones are better, and the complicated and chaotic ones are inferior.

But in this world, most of them are mediocre and inferior. In addition, the auxiliary attributes that cannot be determined innately by nature, nature, will, and understanding also affect the cultivation of immortals. Just like a cultivator with a celestial spirit root, no matter how good the qualifications are, if he is addicted to singing and enjoying and practicing hard, then no matter how good the innate talent is, it will have no meaning.

Therefore, in addition to including those with outstanding talent and qualifications, the major immortal cultivation sects in the world also have to hold an immortal ascension Dharma Assembly every five years. First, they are selected by immortals with profound cultivation. If they fail, they will go to the stage to test the hundreds of immortal arts such as alchemy, making tools, drawing talismans, setting up formations, fighting skills, etc. As long as there is one outstanding person, they can be included in the seven northern sects, and from then on, they will enjoy more abundant cultivation resources. And if they are born in the immortal cultivation family, their existence will also be of great benefit to the family behind them.

For example, there are open and secret struggles among immortal cultivators in various regions, and even tribe-destroying fights. As long as you have a clan member in a powerful sect, the other party cannot easily kill people. After tens of hundred years, the clan member will not achieve anything. If he succeeds in his cultivation, a Jindan real person wants to kill a foundation-building family, it is really not difficult, and this is a great deterrent.

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In the snow and snow in the ice field, within the talisman world.

"The strongest of the seven northern sects is of course the Danyuan Sword Spirit Palace, the two masters of Dandao and Sword, followed by Xuanmo Sect and Fenshi Shadow Sect. Although these two sects are demonic, they do have their own unique features in Taoism. If you practice it, you will often destroy your emotions and lose your heart, which is really a headache. In comparison, the Fenshi Shadow Sect is better and can reveal a little humanity."

"The remaining Yueling Sect, Huanxin Sect, Qianzhushan Sect, and Chongxuan Pavilion are all different. Yueling Sect is not good at practicing Taoism, but they are unable to drive spirit insects and fly needle poison skills, and can often defeat the strong with the weak. Huanxin Tao is good at illusion, demon, and Qianzhushan Sect, although they are a group of puppets, but this sect practices that practice spiritual consciousness do dominate the northern realm. Chongxuan Pavilion has the shortest time to refine body and weapon refining, but the entire sect is very united and good at fighting. It is also the only major sect in the field of refining weapons that can compete with the Burning Shi Shadow Sect."

I don’t say it, and I don’t say it, but since I start, I can’t help but say a few more words.

What's more, these are not off-topics, which can make these younger generations more cautious in choosing the sect they want to enter and the sects that are the greatest chance to enter.

"Okay, okay, you all know what you want to know. It's time to rush on, hurry on! After we arrive at Yuanzhang City this time, we have to wait for another person."

"Who are you waiting for that traitor?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhengli, who was originally in a state of harmony, suddenly looked tense, and he immediately said angrily: "Who said it just now? Stand out for me."

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"Is that what it is? Zhang Lie's father went abroad despite his family's many years of training. Now he doesn't even know how to live or die. Therefore, their lineage was reborn from the clan leader. Even Zhang Lie stole family classics and fled privately for many years. Now he suddenly wants to come back to occupy my Zhang family quota. I really don't know why the clan leader agreed. He doesn't even have a seniority!" Although the young man between the crowd was scolded by Zhang Zhengli and showed a clear look of panic and fear, he still insisted on saying this. Even the people around him had a look of recognition.

"...you, you..." Zhang Zhengli's expression gradually calmed down.

"If you have anything you want to say, it's best to say it now. Don't be so stuffy in your heart, and you can't hide your thoughts."

"You are really confused about the old patriarch? Both generations of Zhang Zhenghong's lineage are rebellious and unruly people. Why do you think? After Zhang Lie wrote a letter this time, the old patriarch would allow him to join us and agree to him attend the Immortal Ascension Dharma Assembly as a disciple of the Zhang family?"

"Why?"

"Why? If this continues, everyone will take advantage of it and run away. Who will still work hard for the family to die?"

"Because that boy Zhang Lie was twelve years old and left his family to rebel. Today, six years later, he has already reached the innate realm, returning to his original origin, and cleaning up the spiritual roots. In this way, even if he was only the pseudo-spirited talent of the four spiritual roots, he actually practiced as a cultivator of the two spiritual roots or even a single spiritual root. Even if he is not as proud as the heavenly pride of the heavenly spirit roots and the alien spiritual roots, he is already better than you at the beginning. If you have any uncle in your heart, it is best to say it now. I pretend that I didn't hear any third uncle, but when I see Zhang Lie, you must call me brother honestly, otherwise don't blame the third uncle for slapping you with a big mouth!"

Zhang Zhengli's words made the young monks present confused. They were generally gifted with three spiritual roots and four spiritual roots. There were very few people with two spiritual roots and insufficient knowledge. They had never heard of practicing martial arts, which could actually cleanse the spiritual roots.

"Uncle San, since practicing martial arts can cleanse spiritual roots, why hasn't anyone ever told us? No one has read the family's martial arts scriptures in the Tibetan area."

"That's because most people can't do it. The martial arts world of mortals are bloody and licking blood from the knife. The intensity of the struggle is not lower than that of our immortal cultivators. A congenital warrior is one in a thousand miles away, and he is far from the opponent of the immortal cultivators. Most innate warriors accumulate true energy and practice to the state of returning to the innate rebirth. They are already fifty or sixty or even higher. Most of their life span has passed. At this time, they will disperse their strength to re-cultivate the immortals? They must have achieved success in their cultivation."

"This Zhang Lie, Xiang Dao's heart is extremely firm, and he is even better than his father. Even I dare not offend you little guys. Don't just cause trouble for your parents. Even if he fails to ascend to immortality, he will definitely be a backbone of the family in the future. He will definitely do better than most of you."

Seeing that those juniors were all hanging their heads, Zhang Zhengli shook his head, then lifted the barrier of the wind and led everyone to continue on the road.

However, in fact, his mood was not as peaceful as he did. He returned to the innate nature and cleansed the spiritual roots. After receiving this news, the Taoist internal skills (copy) that Zhang Lie stole that year was all ruined by the elders of the Zhang family.

Finally, I confirmed that it is a particularly solid and pure martial arts qi training technique. It is very clever in martial arts books. However, in the eyes of immortals, their understanding of heaven and earth and themselves is still at a barely introductory level. Although it is indeed characterized by increasing the probability of breaking through the innate world when practicing, the Taoist sect's mysterious skills consume very much foundation laying time and do not have the value of popularizing cultivation at all.

Practicing martial arts is of certain benefits for cultivating immortals. Otherwise, the major immortal cultivation families would not collect those top martial arts secrets, but the benefits and value were not great. Otherwise, the major immortal cultivation families would not put the top martial arts secrets they collected.

The risk and difficulty of a warrior from acquired to innate is no less than that of a Qi Refining Cultivator to build a foundation. However, for any sect or family, the value of a Qi Refining Cultivator is far higher than that of a innate warrior. Even in terms of combat power, a Qi Refining Cultivator can fly. When bombarded with sword flying talismans, a Qi Refining Cultivator can destroy a hundred innate warriors, let alone the many values ​​in the hundreds of arts of the Immortal Sect, which are not comparable to that of a innate warrior.

(However, returning to the innate world, cleaning up the spiritual roots! I haven’t seen such a monk for hundreds of years.) Zhang Zhengli sighed in his heart with envy.
Chapter completed!