Cultivation of Immortals: Start with blind thinking

Chapter 8 The Weird Knife
Now not only the eyes can't see clearly, even the combination of spirit and ear power that I relied on just now has no effect.

The only thing left in Jin Ziming was those magical ears.

The closed eyes completely shut off his vision, his mind wandered, and he simply forgot that he once had soul power.

Forget all the pain, clear all distracting thoughts, the flesh and bones of this body have disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.

He suddenly returned to the "blurred" state that had flashed in the forest.

The body is empty, only pure aura flows quietly and unimpeded in it.

The ear heard the strange voice of the woman again.

He still didn't understand what the other party was talking about, but in this emptiness, he seemed to "see" the woman:
A layer of mist covered her, and she could only vaguely see a black dress, a slender body, an astonishingly white palm, and unimaginably long hair...

In the dark, there seemed to be an inexplicable force rolling in, injected into his body from his ears, and then filled his whole body.

This level of mana completely surpassed his imagination, and he suddenly had a feeling that his body was about to burst.

And in the next moment, this force also filled Leng Yue, making it surge with saber energy.

The tough and heavy blade throbbed and trembled, as if it wanted to reveal its hostility and sharpness hidden for thousands of years, and restore its former glory.

The sword cultivator on the opposite side felt the strength of Jin Ziming's aura, but he didn't care, no matter how strong this small Qi refining cultivator was, he was still an ant.

He came with his sword, and while he was in the air, more than a dozen sword qi shot out, attacking Jin Ziming along different routes.

Jin Ziming raised his head, but he still didn't open his eyes, although he knew that his ears were still invoking his soul just now and now.

But he didn't activate his divine sense, he just relied on those ears to listen to the whistling sword energy.

He waved the cold moon, and a cloud of black light blinked around him.

He bent his knees slightly, and immediately exploded, his body was ejected from the ground like a fired shell.

Along the way, several sword qi pierced the black light ball, which turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

With an indomitable momentum, Leng Yue slashed at the oncoming sword cultivator.

The man was horrified by the monstrous murderous aura, and couldn't help running his mana crazily, pouring all his vitality into the long sword.

Immediately, he swung his sword and drew countless big and small circles, trying to block this unpredictable knife.

The black light flashed past, there was no sound of metal crashing, no shouting, nothing, only the dazzling black light across the sky.

With this knife, the Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Honghai Sect and his long sword were directly reduced to fly ash.

It was as if he had never appeared in this space before.

The black ball of light fell, revealing Jin Ziming's crumbling body.

The energy in his body is still surging, but his sanity has been completely annihilated, so that the vast power that relies on both ears and soul has lost its support.

The power is like the ebbing sea water, rolling away.

Jin Ziming couldn't support anymore, he fell straight, and the incomparably deep darkness spread and engulfed him completely.

Two days later, the wilderness was bright with stars and the moon was bright and bright.

Jin Ziming finally woke up, he slowly propped up his upper body, and found that the blood hole in his chest had been blocked by clotted blood.

He took out some herbs from his luggage, chewed them up and swallowed them first.

Then he took out the wound pills and powders he had snatched from Hu Lei and the others, swallowed the former, and applied the latter to the horrific wounds.

After finishing the treatment, he shook his hands, took out the water bag, and drank some water, so that the chapped lips finally felt better.

He began to run the "Blood Refining Body Tempering Technique", from the first level to the third level of exercises, and cycled again and again.

First get rid of the remaining sword energy in the body, and then start to repair the broken bones and those scary blood holes.

Three days later, he finished meditating and breathing out, and finally stood up.

The wounds have all been scarred, and the broken bones have healed more than half.

He caught up with the brown steed that couldn't run far, cut the rope connecting it with the dead white horse, got on the horse, and rushed towards Zhanxing City.

While galloping, Jin Ziming recalled that terrifying external force.

He had already tried it yesterday, even though he heard the strange woman's voice after falling into meditation, he could no longer summon that mysterious power.

Could it be that only in a life-and-death crisis can one connect with that woman and obtain that ability?

What level of power is that?It was able to annihilate all opponents and weapons.

This surprised him, after all, there might be an extra means of saving his life.

But it made him horrified, there is no free gift in this world.

After using this inexplicable power once, what price would he have to pay to get even with that woman?
I couldn't figure it out, so I just stopped thinking about it.

Let the horse gallop down, and after two and a half days, he finally arrived at Zhanxing City.

The city is bustling with business, and there are many shops on the street, which is very lively.

Jin Ziming didn't want to go sightseeing, so he asked for directions and went to a big shop that bought animal cores.

He wanted to exchange for silver taels, but unexpectedly the shopkeeper kindly told him that the teleportation formation only accepts spirit stones.

Jin Ziming didn't understand what spirit stones were, so he had to exchange [-] first-level beast cores for [-] low-level spirit stones, which made him really heartbroken.

He had never seen a Lingshi before, so he put it in his hand to watch it curiously.

It's shiny, and he can feel the powerful energy contained in it, but he has no intention of studying it now.

He rushed to the teleportation formation in a hurry, and after paying the spirit stone, he was brought into the formation.

He found that there were already twelve people sitting inside, including men, women and children, and the aura of two of them was even extremely strong, and their realm could not be judged.

Sitting opposite Jin Ziming was a thin sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

He was looking around, and saw that Jin Ziming was alone with an extraordinary bearing, so he gave him a bright smile.

Jin Ziming smiled back subconsciously, but the young man walked over and sat beside him without seeing anyone.

The young man cupped his hands and said:
"Brother, please be polite. My name is Zeng Ze. I'm from Zhanxing City. I don't know your name. Where is Xianxiang?"

Jin Ziming was looking for someone to inquire about the situation in Derong City, so he replied casually, "My name is Jin Ziming, and I'm from Tongfeng Town in the west."

"I went to Derong City this time to participate in the examination of the beginner disciples of the Longqing Sect. Isn't Brother Jin also for this purpose?"

Zeng Ze asked tentatively.

"That's a coincidence, I did go to join the sect of cultivation, but I don't know what family I should join." Jin Ziming said.

Zeng Ze was overjoyed immediately, and hurriedly said:

"From now on, I will rely on brother Jin for help. We brothers will move around more and keep in touch with each other."

After the two were courteous, the conversation became more and more speculative. Only then did Jin Ziming know that the young man came from a relatively large business family in Zhanxing City.

He loved to practice since he was a child, so his relatives in Derong City helped him enroll in a third-level sect called Longqing Sect, and now he is going to participate in the entrance examination.

"Brother Jin, the Longqing faction is very powerful and has a good reputation in the cultivation world, why don't you apply for the Longqing faction too?
That way we can take care of each other. "Zeng Ze encouraged excitedly.

"I don't know if the application for the Longqing faction has closed?"

"It's okay. As soon as we arrive in Derong City, I will ask my relatives to inquire. If it is over, I will ask them to help try to clear it."

"Zeng Ze, wait until I find out the situation. If I need help, I will definitely contact you." Jin Ziming didn't want to be trapped right now.

"Ok."

Zeng Zewei was a little disappointed, but he immediately wrote him the address of his relative's house.

And repeatedly urged, no matter which faction he joins, he must be contacted.

Jin Ziming saw that this young man was enthusiastic and sincere, not like a treacherous hypocrite, so he readily agreed.

Two more people stepped into the teleportation array one after another, and the monk who presided over the teleportation activated the magic circle.

Jin Ziming only felt a sudden violent concussion in his soul, but he quickly recovered.

This lasted for a stick of incense, and the formation shook violently again. After a roar, it finally stopped, and Derong City had arrived.

Once out of the teleportation formation, someone took Zeng Ze away.

Jin Ziming walked on the street alone.

Now is Weishi, the sun is shining brightly, but the temperature is not high, and the autumn wind is blowing, and you can still feel a little cool.

Looking at this strange city, his heart was full of excitement, and he began to look forward to the future path of cultivation, with hope and anxiety.

At this time, Jin Ziming was nearly nineteen years old and taller than a year ago.

Years of outdoor life have given him a healthy wheat color and a masculine look.

The broad shoulders, strong back and limbs obviously surpass ordinary people, making people feel brave and invincible.

And those piercing eyes, as well as his calm and introverted demeanor, made him look mature and capable.

Jin Ziming found a small inn to stay.

After finding out that the largest shop in the city that sells and buys monks' items is called Qingfeng Pavilion, I went straight there.

Qingfeng Pavilion is located in the east of the city. It is a vermilion pointed all-wood building with a total of four floors. A pair of huge stone Pixiu lie at the door.

When Jin Ziming came to the first floor, he saw animal cores, pills, weapons, exercises, and rare treasures everywhere, and some guests were picking them out.

A young woman in a red dress warmly greeted her and asked with a smile:
"My son, hello! My name is Hongling, what do you need?"

"I want to sell the beast core and inquire about some news."

"Oh, please wait a moment, my lord."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the third floor. After a while, she came down with an old man in green robes.

The old man with white beard was extremely energetic, he strode forward, and without waiting for Hongling's introduction, he said to Jin Ziming:
"Young Master, I am the deputy steward here. My surname is Chen. I heard from Hong Ling that you want to sell some beast cores. Can you show them to the old man?"

Jin Ziming took out the two ordinary Tier [-] and all Tier [-] beast cores that he had already counted, and spread them out on the counter next to them.

　Everyone said, is this knife amazing?

　　I am very satisfied and like the description of Weird One Knife, and I have intercepted it to make a new introduction to the novel.

　　Of course, there will be many amazing martial arts and battles in the future, but this knife is unforgettable...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)