There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Chapter 68
Dantian?

Then where is the Dantian?
That is clearly a mobile nuclear furnace!

If this explodes...

The whole village is not allowed to have a feast?

Xia Ming couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene of himself exploding.

After secretly swallowing a few times, Xia Ming suppressed his urge to copy the diode.

The same type of superior spiritual roots cannot be embedded, which means that he has to array different types of superior spiritual roots.

Different superior spiritual roots exhibit different spiritual energy pulses.

In this situation, Xia Ming didn't want Master He to be suspicious.

Get up slowly and change clothes.

By the way, Xia Ming hid the seventeen pages of the manuscript in the acupoint.

As for which acupuncture point, this is a secret, it cannot be said.

He had not forgotten the last point Goldfinger had mentioned.

Who knows, one day we will find a way to further improve this [Dantian Furnace]?

Slowly walking to the spring, Xia Ming took out the water ladle and took a big sip.

He had lost too much water just now, and now he had to make up for it.

While drinking, Xia Ming gave his Dantian another scoop.

Try the efficiency of this "alchemy stove" in boiling water!

ton ton ton -

One scoop after another, the look of shock on Xia Ming's face became more intense.

This water heating efficiency is a bit scary!

Xia Ming made a brief assessment and found that the water boiling speed had doubled!
"This is just the result of inlaying one high-quality spiritual root. If there are too many inlays..."

"I can sit in this spring and boil it dry!"

Not daring to think too much, Xia Ming continued to boil water and refine Qi.

In the final analysis, the same sentence remains, strength is the last word.

If his strength improves and Master feeds him medicine, he can make Master change his taste!

Sweet and sour!

Add more hawthorn and less sugar!

snort!
Practice!

After taking the Qi Refining Pill, Xia Ming directly activated the Dantian furnace with all his strength.

As the inscription with the word "sea" shines, spiritual energy turns into mist and rises billowingly.

As the concentration of spiritual energy continued to increase, Xia Ming also noticed a slight feeling of discomfort.

It feels like drinking too much water, which is a bit bloating.

It may be unbelievable to say, but Xia Ming knew that he had reached the threshold of foundation building.

The threshold of foundation building is also called by monks, the first heavenly palace.

When the Qi is refined in the lower Dantian, the concentration of the spiritual energy continues to increase, and the lower Dantian is squeezed, causing the spiritual energy to surge up and hit the first heavenly barrier.

After passing through the first heavenly barrier, the spiritual energy will come to the middle Dantian, where it will sublimate and condense into liquid and advance to foundation building.

Thinking of this, Xia Ming couldn't help but think of Master He's jade book.

[Mobile Energy Transportation Guide]…

For monks, isn't the golden elixir just energy?
Just when he was about to use this as a starting point to continue his reverie, Xia Ming's mind suddenly froze.

Not to mention thinking about it, he even felt a little confused.

It was also accompanied by a silent buzzing like water!

Could it be a side effect of activating the golden finger just now?

Taking a deep breath, Xia Ming tried hard to suppress the uneasiness coming from his body.

He could feel his sluggish brain, and even the suffocating feeling of tinnitus, brain swelling, and heart palpitations.

Xia Ming now began to miss the feeling of lifting off that the blood pill brought him.

This feeling... is too depressing.

"Blood Pill! I need a more domineering Blood Pill! The side effects of Gold Finger are getting more and more serious."

"Master... I have to ask Master to help me refine a more durable blood pill!"

Thinking of this, Xia Ming's expression became even weirder.

He really didn't expect that one day he would take the initiative to ask his master to make elixirs.

While Xia Ming was struggling, He Niansheng also reached the heights of Broken Ridge.

With the biting mountain wind howling in his ears, He Niansheng raised his head and looked up at the endless sky.

"The infinite ends of heaven and earth, my life is approaching..."

"Cough cough... cough cough..." "I, He Niansheng, am just an insignificant speck of dust in this world."

"But... so what?"

With a smile on his lips, the brilliance in He Zun's eyes at this moment was even brighter than the stars in the sky!

Broken Ridge, Broken Ridge.

He Niansheng naturally had his own plans for coming to Broken Ridge. The main medicine given by the immortal was the Sad Autumn Grass from Broken Ridge.

Moreover, Broken Ridge's complex terrain makes it easy to deal with those Bamboo Sword Sect monks.

Time, time.

He Niansheng had to work hard to buy time for himself.

In this Broken Ridge, why Niansheng must stand up after breaking through!

He wanted to help Xia Ming achieve foundation building at all costs, and then let him eat the Immortal Drop!
Reduce this guy's reaction, and then continue to improve the blood elixir!
Finally, let the body with hidden spiritual roots usher in its true immortality!

As long as he seizes the body and uses the means deep in the ruins, He Niansheng can escape from the river with confidence.

From now on, the sky is high and the road is far away, and we will continue on the path to immortality!
……

After a while, He Niansheng brought Xia Ming to a cliff.

The cliffs are very high and the wind is very strong, which makes my face hurt.

There is still sand in the wind, which slaps my face.

"Xia Ming, if you want to practice the small wind control technique, you must first feel the pulse of the wind, and then condense the wind seeds."

"Wind is the sadness of grass and trees, and it has the meaning of killing the desolation. I picked this sad autumn grass for you. This thing is helpful for you to gather wind seeds."

After taking the Sad Autumn Grass from He Niansheng, Xia Ming thought of the knowledge He Zun taught him.

[Bei Qiucao is an annual herb with a sweet and astringent taste. It likes to grow in the wind vents of cliffs. It helps to calm the mind and soothe the soul. 】

Chewing the Sad Autumn Grass carefully, Xia Ming didn't find anything unusual.

With his mind settled, Xia Ming felt very stable.

Immediately afterwards, he recited the formula He Niansheng had told him.

【Zhou Juebiao Emperor Chen, forgive the serious matter.The flames are like smoke in the sky, and they are as bright as the scenery. 】

[Qi Fei Tong Qi Gai, Lian Wan also casts demons.Six days across the North Road, this is the home of ghosts and gods. 】

……

After a while, Xia Ming felt that the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter.

Quiet as a dead sea.

The sound of the wind disappeared, and there was nothing left.

Slowly opening his eyes, Xia Ming saw only a hazy white light in front of his eyes.

The feeling... was as if he was being pulled into the dark water little by little.

The boundless darkness is swallowing it up bit by bit.

He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't.

On the edge of the cliff, He Niansheng looked at Xia Ming's little face that turned pale.

Not moving at all.

Sad Autumn Grass is indeed a good thing, it helps stabilize the soul.

That mental method also has the effect of stabilizing the soul, but adding the two together, coupled with glowing berries... it's interesting.

Everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme, and everything must be done in a certain degree. Once it is excessive, it will be insufficient and not replenished.

And this is the terrifying thing about Taoist Soul. Even He Niansheng, an alchemist, was amazed by the prescriptions he developed.

Strange changes, strange thoughts, and impossible to guard against.

Just when Xia Ming was almost out of breath, a pungent smell rushed directly to his Tianling Gai.

In an instant, Xia Ming was lying on the ground with tears streaming down her face, her heartbeat not stopping.

Raising his head slightly, Xia Ming took another look at the small jade pot held in He Niansheng's hand.

Presumably...that pungent smell is the contents of the jade pot.

It was He Niansheng who saved him.

"Master, I...what's wrong with me?"

Thinking back to the endless silence just now, Xia Ming's face looked very ugly.

"Xia Ming, your illness has become more serious. You just went crazy."

Is my illness getting worse?

Going crazy?

Master...is everything true?

sick?
How did I get sick?
Is this Master taking action against me? !

(End of this chapter)