Heavenly God Mnemonic

Lu Jiangpeng was startled and sweated all over. This was exactly what he had been worried about.

Ding Yuan sneered and said: "Don't worry, I will teach him all my understanding of the sword scripture. Because I believe that as long as he continues to cultivate both Qi and body, it will eventually be destroyed. And the deeper you go, the worse the damage will be."

An angry expression appeared between Lu Jiangpeng's eyebrows, and he hummed: "I still said that. The things you can't understand yourself are not non-existent, but your level is too low! I took this bet, and Yang Qingxuan can definitely break this shackle. , Created an achievement that stuns you!"

Ding Yuan laughed and said, "A miracle can't be created with a brain's blood. Just wait for the cruel reality to appear and see how Yang Qingxuan is ruined on the road of double cultivation."

Lu Jiangpeng calmed down and said, "He chose this path himself, and my choice is-trust him!"

"Humph."

Ding Yuan dismissed the answer and said coldly: "I can't wait to teach him the Sword Sutra, haha."

Yang Qingxuan was completely immersed in his own practice, ignorant of the conversation between the two.

Four days later, the team finally entered the imperial capital.

Wei Zizhen and the others went to the Jin Dynasty Mansion and escorted Heiyiwei and Gao Jie together.

Yang Qingxuan, Lu Jiangpeng and Ding Yuan returned to Tian Cong College.

Ding Yuan was immediately treated by Qing Buli, but the matter was too shameful. Ding Yuan was reluctant to make a public statement. Qing Buli knew what he meant. Without much fanfare, he quickly arranged a luxurious small courtyard for him to live in.

Afterwards, Yang Qingxuan went back to his bedroom alone to retreat.

Along the way, he felt the barrier of the True Martial Realm several times, but he accumulated too little to break through.

At this moment, he can finally calm down, accumulate infurience wholeheartedly, and hit the big barrier.

He sat cross-legged, and soon settled into solitude, all realms were empty, there was nothing but me.

True Qi is like a trickle, changing from less gathering to more, slowly turning into madness, turning into rivers, and finally forming surging power.

There are no days and nights in cultivation, and seven days passed in a flash.

Yang Qingxuan never moved, scouring the barrier of True Martial Realm in that selfless territory.

I don't know when, his whole body was covered with a faint red light, under close observation, if the clouds are in a moment, it seems that there is a blue dragon roaming in the meantime.

What was even more shocking was that from his body, like a dantian, a tidal-like sound came from his body. It was the sound of the True Qi when it revolved in the Great Sun. It was like the force of nature, as long as the years, and never stopped.

Suddenly, the sound of the tide turned and turned into a crisp sound, like ice breaking.

When Yang Qingxuan's body trembled, it was like drinking a cup of warm tea in the cold winter, and a warm current flowing to the limbs and skeletal bodies was extremely comfortable.

The blue light on his body suddenly soared, his aura suddenly increased, and the blue dragon roared, and in a short time it turned into a streamer again, and disappeared into the body.

But the faint red light still attached to the body surface.

"Finally broke!"

Yang Qingxuan exhaled a heavy breath, then opened his eyes happily, a pair of black eyes that seemed to be washed with water, and the light shone in them.

The exercise has been received, but the true qi on the surface of the body has not dispersed, which is the manifestation of true qi.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and tapped in front of him.

The crimson infurience suddenly distorted and kneaded like cotton candy.

"Release the true energy, transform the true energy!"

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed and immediately controlled his zhenqi with his mind, slowly turning it into a piece of armor and draping it on his body.

The armor was shimmering in the cold, hitting it with the back of the finger, it turned out to be croaking, and it felt cold and hard, just like a real thing.

Then he lifted his palm up, and the armor changed with the situation, turning into a spear.

"Haha, it's interesting, it's true Qi transforms into shape, whatever you want."

The spear melted away and turned into a kettle again, held in his hand.

Between the clouds and flowing water, the simulated flowers, birds and trees, and the clouds and misty landscapes are all lifelike, lively and lovely.

If someone sees it, they may drop their eyes directly.

Generally, it’s good to be able to release the true energy just after entering the real martial art. The degree of simulant transformation like this one must be immersed in it for a long time to master it. , And even turned into animals.

At this moment, in the palm of Yang Qingxuan's hand, a red snail was transformed with true Qi, and it was slowly crawling.

He kept controlling his true energy, making the snail as real as possible.

I was playing fun, suddenly my eyelids jumped, and I was shocked to find that the abnormality appeared. I saw fluffy hairs on my skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Monkey!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. The power of that drop of demon blood was attacked in his body. Not only did he grow out of monkey hair, but his eyes were shining with golden light, and spiritual powers also appeared.

Yang Qingxuan's shocked mood slowly stabilized.

This is not the first time, and he has gone from fear and resistance before to now full of doubts.

"It is recorded in ancient books that in the long evolution of years, there have been cases of intermarriages of various races, which has made the blood impure. The appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes, it is because of-demonization!"

He quickly calmed down, observing the changes in himself.

It was discovered that not only the hair had grown, but the skin, bones, and meridians were also changing accordingly, and even the true essence in the body was changing in a frenzied direction, like the "monster power" in the legend.

After a while, he felt like a monkey.

"This feeling...it's a real dog..."

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan began to punch the monkey boxing in Xingyi Quan in the bedroom.

Falling, fluttering, rolling, and turning are punched out with a set of boxing techniques, like a monkey coming out of a hole, like a monkey fishing for the moon, like a monkey in a cloak, coming alive like a real monkey running around.

After a long while, after finishing a set of boxing techniques, Yang Qingxuan put away the true essence, all auras restrained.

In an instant, the hairs on his skin began to recede, and he soon recovered.

After that, he tried to demonize himself again, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no effect. The skin was still like jade, without any monkey hair growing out.

"The number of times the power of the essence and blood occurs in the body has increased, and the impact is getting bigger and bigger each time. Is it because of the improvement of your own strength?"

Yang Qingxuan meditated, and muttered to herself: "Don't say anything about being a monkey, if you can master the spiritual eyes and supernatural powers, you can be a monkey. It seems that I am too weak. One day, I will definitely control this power ."

Thinking of the demon monkey I've seen several times, his aura is empty and dominates the world, I can't help but feel hot and fascinated.