Starting from Scavengers to Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 211 God Pattern Battle Skill
After running for three big cycles in a row, a spirit stone was completely refined. Xu Chen felt that the spirit energy in his dantian had been filled to nearly [-]%, so he stopped temporarily.

Next, is the real practice.

He drank a large cup of divine blood plasma, and at the same time, he was running the Taixu alchemy formula, and under the powerful tide of vitality stimulated by the divine blood plasma, he began to hit the acupuncture points all over his body with all his strength.

In the tightly closed stone chamber, the white spar shone slightly, reflecting the stone chamber quite clearly.

The tide of vitality in Xu Chen's body rushed into the Twelve Orthodox Meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians one after another like a sea tide. Along the way, the blood and flesh of the closed acupoints, large and small, exploded under the impact of the white light. One by one, they were continuously washed away, and then the blue starlight began to gather slowly, forming illusory blue light vortexes that slowly rotated.

Time passed silently.

After the efficacy of a cup of God's plasma was completely consumed, the vitality in his dantian had bottomed out again. At this time, he also felt very hungry, and at least three days had passed.

So he took a bigu pill, drank a cup of mountain spring water, crushed a spirit stone again, and started a new round of refining to replenish his vitality.

After all the spirit stones were refined and the vitality in the dantian was supplemented by [-]% to [-]%, Xu Chen drank another cup of blood plasma and started a new round of acupuncture attack.

In the first round, he opened nearly thirty acupuncture points in one breath.

If this kind of cultivation speed is placed in the mortal world, it can almost scare all the monks in the true essence state.

Generally speaking, if you can break through five to ten acupuncture points in a month, that is an aptitude against the sky, and you need to consume a lot of spiritual pills.

Breaking through three in a month is already a very fast speed.

Many monks with ordinary aptitude may only be able to slowly open one acupuncture point in a month after they barely succeed in building a foundation. It is difficult for such a person to enter the late stage of the True Yuan Realm in their entire lives. It may take decades to barely open all the acupuncture points, but It must have missed the best opportunity, and there is absolutely no chance to form a pill.

Therefore, to measure whether a monk can form alchemy, in addition to the spiritual root qualification and the age of foundation establishment, it is to look at the speed at which he can open the acupoints in his whole body after entering the true essence state. The less time it takes, the greater the chance of alchemy .

God plasma can be regarded as a weakened version of blood god grass, and its medicinal effect is extremely powerful.

Now that he can drink as much as water, Xu Chen's advancement speed is naturally extremely fast.

According to the current speed of cultivation, he only needs two months at most to break through the acupoints in his whole body and enter the middle stage of foundation establishment.

And as more acupoints are opened, the vitality will run more smoothly, the speed of refining and accumulating the vitality will be faster, and the various magic weapons and spells will be easier to use, and the power will naturally be stronger.

Another three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the efficacy of a cup of God's plasma was exhausted again. Xu Chen opened his eyes hungry, just as he took a bigu pill, drank water and rested for a while, and was about to crush a piece of spirit stone to replenish the consumption that was about to be consumed. When he was exhausted, he seemed to hear vague noises and noises outside the stone room.

He thought for a while, stood up and pushed open the stone door.

Outside, Feng Zhao and Feng Xing were like two generals humming, holding a giant fork to block a few Feng clan members in the alleyway ten feet away, talking quickly in a low voice.

"What happened?" Xu Chen asked via voice transmission.

Everyone looked over in surprise, and Feng Zhao ran to Xu Chen with a face full of surprise and said, "Someone has awakened!"

Xu Chen was overjoyed and said, "Go, go and have a look!"

So a group of people surrounded Xu Chen and went straight to the Dormant Grotto.

But as soon as he walked into the alleyway, a large group of men, women and children of the Wind Clan who gathered here suddenly cheered enthusiastically. The elders and patriarchs ran out of the stone room when they heard the news. When they saw Xu Chen, they rushed straight to him with excitement. With a plop in front of him, he knelt down and kowtowed, and said through voice transmission with tears in his eyes: "Grandfather, you are the reborn ancestor of our Feng Clan, your great kindness will never be forgotten!"

Xu Chen was confused by these two old men, so he could only pull them up and said: "Why do you need such a big gift if you can do it within your power, I don't dare to be a reborn ancestor."

The elder shook his head excitedly and said: "No, you are really our reborn ancestor, otherwise why would the power of the ancestor appear?"

Xu Chen was even more confused, and said with a dry smile, "I don't understand what the elder said."

Knowing that the explanation was unclear, the elder simply dragged Xu Chen along and said, "Your benefactor doesn't know. After Fengliu woke up, the family pattern that had disappeared for countless generations reappeared."

"What is the family pattern?" The second monk Xu Chenzhang was puzzled.

"Engong knows it at a glance!" The elder quickly dragged Xu Chen into the stone room, pointed to the forehead of the middle-aged man who was lying in the sarcophagus and said: "Engong, look, this is our family pattern, it has disappeared It's been a long, long time."

Only then did Xu Chen notice that there was a strange cyan pattern on the middle-aged man's brow, which looked like three distorted gossip runes.

A large piece of black skin on the man's face peeled off like decayed paper, and some new flesh and blood were still squirming inside, looking like a severely burned patient, very terrifying.

But from his newborn flesh, the bloody patterns all over can hardly be seen.

Therefore, the strange cyan pattern between the eyebrows is particularly clear and eye-catching, and even protrudes a little from the skin, which is very three-dimensional.

After seeing it clearly, Xu Chen asked in surprise, "Is this your family pattern? What's the use?"

The patriarch excitedly stood next to him and explained: "Our tribes in the Netherland are all inherited from ancient times, and each has its own family pattern. The stronger the tribe, the more obvious the family pattern. , there are nine most powerful human tribes that entered the underworld to defend against the beasts, and each tribe has a different family pattern, and the family pattern of our Wind Clan is the blue wind pattern, and it is also the strongest tribe among the nine tribes!"

Xu Chen roughly understood and nodded and said, "That is to say, only people with this family pattern can be truly regarded as the blood of the Wind Clan?"

The elder quickly nodded and said, "That's right, but it's not just that. People with clan patterns are born to be the most powerful fighters, and they have the combat skills of different tribes' god patterns."

"You mean that the combat skills of the gods are different in each tribe?" Xu Chen asked in surprise.

This time it was the patriarch who answered first: "That's right, what our Wind Clan is best at is the wind-type battle pattern. It is said that it is the power bestowed by the wind god. Using the god-line battle skills can release the power of destroying the world. Even the most Powerful ghost beasts are vulnerable to them."

Xu Chen's face twitched slightly.

Heart said bragging force who would not.

If the Feng Clan is really so powerful, why did they fall to the point where they are about to be wiped out.

But when he thinks about the dark nature of the underworld, he feels that he is too harsh. It has been passed down for countless years to the present, and to be able to survive in such a harsh environment in the underworld to this day requires extremely strong strength. Now if another great cultivator from the spiritual realm came over, I'm afraid he wouldn't survive ten years here.

After all, there is neither aura nor vitality here, and there are no resources that can be cultivated and replenished. Even if it is exhausted, it will completely consume people to death. In the end, the aura is exhausted and the primordial spirit is corroded and wiped out by the ghost energy, becoming an inhuman ghost beast.

Even a native who is so powerful as the old shaman can't handle it, let alone an outsider who doesn't know much about the environment.

"Are you the person from the mortal world who saved me?"

The middle-aged man was lying in the coffin. Although his eyes were open, his breath was extremely weak. Seeing Xu Chen's face was full of surprise and amazement.

"That's right, but don't move yet, I'll check it out for you!" Xu Chen nodded.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man closed his eyes obediently.

Gently pressing the finger on the middle-aged man's brow rune, the spiritual consciousness penetrated in with the vitality wrapped in it, and in an instant, a gust of wind rushed to his face, like an illusory sharp blade, piercing through his vitality defense and cutting Into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Be careful, benefactor!" The patriarch and elders changed their faces and exclaimed.

"Bang~"

A cyan wind blade slashed heavily on the blue light vase, but the vase only shook slightly, and a blue starlight smashed the wind blade into pieces.

Although Xu Chen's soul was not damaged, he was oppressed by this breath and stepped back a few big steps, hitting the stone wall heavily before stopping.

Such a terrifying strength, could it be that this is the ancient Feng Clan's divine pattern combat skill?
Xu Chen's face turned pale instantly, and he felt his heart beating several times faster.

If he hadn't had a blue light bottle to protect his soul, he would have died just now.

But the middle-aged man lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the sarcophagus, and shouted in a crazily hoarse voice full of surprise: "Shenwen, I feel Shenwen, hahahaha, my blood has awakened!" It's..."

"Wow~"

The man's voice caused all the Wind Clan people inside and outside to exclaim and commotion violently. The elders and patriarchs almost jumped up and rushed forward to ask what the divine pattern was.

"Hurricane, I feel the power of the hurricane!" The man was so excited that he wanted to jump out of the coffin, but after trying a few times, he still lay down again.

Xu Chen couldn't understand the conversations of the Feng Clan people, so he could only go forward to exchange a few words with his spiritual sense, and quickly figured out the situation of the middle-aged man.

Now he not only reborn the family pattern, but also felt a powerful divine pattern combat skill in his body.

The reason why he felt it was that under Xu Chen's stimulating counterattack against his clan pattern just now, the divine pattern suddenly appeared clearly in his mind.

(End of this chapter)