Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

"There is aura in such a low-level small world."

The old man named Song Mu took a deep breath, and a glint of haze flashed in his eyes.

"The spiritual energy is not strong enough, it should be called vitality. But even so, it is enough to nourish many seeds of cultivation."

High-level monks can roughly judge the level of a world based on the law of space alone.

Generally speaking, the lower the world, the stronger the suppression of high-level monks. This is a self-protection method of the world.

Otherwise, if any monk came to a low-level world, he would be able to wipe out all the creatures in it.

The cultivation bases of the three Earth Dark Sect monks are all at the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, and it is easy to feel the oppression of this world on them.

"According to the confession of the monks of Chenghuazong who joined our sect many years ago, there is a small world in Nanhezhou. There are many mortals, but there is not much aura. It should be here."

Among the three of them was a woman, whose clothes were embroidered with exquisite patterns of flying birds, and said with her lips parted, her voice was melodious and charming.

"Not much aura?"

Pinewood snorted softly, "In such a vast world, it is definitely not easy to have such a level of aura."

"If the person is telling the truth, then it is obvious that Cheng Huazong must have been injecting spiritual energy into this small world."

"You also saw that day, a large amount of spiritual energy poured into the time-space rift. The old man guessed that it was introduced from the spiritual vein."

The burly man curled his lips, "Cheng Huazong actually did such a laborious thing, they are willing to do it."

"It must be to replenish manpower. Cheng Huazong lost a lot of monks in the war thousands of years ago."

Pinewood sneered, "No wonder their monks have grown so fast over the years, it turned out to be the reason."

"From the old man's point of view, this small world has basically been cultivated, and there will only be more and more mortals with spiritual roots in the future. If this continues, it will become a serious disaster!"

Having said that, his face darkened, "No, this is very bad!"

The burly man nodded vigorously, "Elder Songmu is right. My dark sect monks are so outstanding, but they can only live on an island with few spiritual veins. There is no such a vast small world."

Elder Songmu smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, my lord, sooner or later we will take this small world as our own and provide our clan with a steady stream of monks."

"And the mortals here can also become our blood food."

"Elder Pinewood is wise!"

"Yes, sooner or later there will be such a day!"

The three of them looked at each other and laughed in unison, startling countless birds.

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Ten days passed in a flash, and it was time to return to the sect.

Zhao Lin started before dawn and quietly left Yongning City.

Follow the original road to Sanshan Island, join a group of visiting monks, and return to Xuanyuan Continent by spirit boat.

In less than a day, he returned to the Lingdao Academy.

At the beginning of the new year, most of the old disciples who have completed three years of training are sent to other counties, and some people stay in the county to work, and engage in different industries according to the Taoism they have practiced.

There are also a few disciples who choose to stay in Lingdaoyuan, continue to practice Taoism, and prepare to become disciples or deacons of teaching skills.

Hanchi County has a particularly large number of new disciples this year. The small world alone has contributed 36 youths with spiritual roots, and there are also 30 from Nanhezhou, adding up to nearly 70.

According to Elder Chuan Gong, the number of disciples excavated in the other eight small worlds is also much more than in previous years.

However, Zhao Lin didn't pay too much attention to these things, and his mind was all on cultivation.

Now his cultivation is at the peak of the second level of Qi Refining, and he has just reached a small checkpoint, which is suitable for taking that chalcedony pill and using it on the blade.

In order to devote himself wholeheartedly to the breakthrough, Zhao Lin applied for a practice room with the elder Chuangong, and retreated to attack the third level of Qi Refining.

A monk's retreat refers to practicing for a long time in a closed space.

The six roots are pure, focused on practice, and completely out of contact with the outside world.In this extreme state, the potential of the human body can be maximized.

In the early stage of Qi refining, there are only very small checkpoints between each floor, and it can only be closed for ten days and a half months at most.

When it comes to the big realms of impacting foundation building, Zifu, and Jindan, it is often necessary to retreat for several months or even years.

Zhao Lin walked into the practice room, closed the stone door, took out the chalcedony pill, looked at it for a while, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The potency of the chalcedony pill is extremely vigorous, and a powerful burst of potency gushes out as soon as it is taken.

The medicinal property contains a large amount of vitality of two elements of water and wood, and the vigorous vitality hovers around the spine, washing away repeatedly like pouring rain.

After a while, Zhao Lin felt a tearing feeling deep in his spine, as if a seed had taken root and sprouted inside.

Extending upward from the bottom of the spine, continuously accumulating strength.

This little pain was nothing to Zhao Lin. After about a stick of incense, his spine felt like it was on fire, especially the four spiritual root joints became extremely painful.

Just when Zhao Lin thought it would last for a long time, a flash of spiritual light shot straight to the sky.Immediately afterwards, a brand new spiritual root festival broke through the ground!

The newly formed spiritual root joints are translucent and light blue in color, which is not solid enough compared to the original four spiritual root joints.

This is a normal phenomenon. After all, it is just a temporary condensed spiritual root knot, not one's own.

"Okay, it went well!"

Zhao Lin let out a breath slowly, trying to breathe out and absorb the aura around his body.

With one more spiritual root joint, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is at least [-]% faster than before, an unprecedented experience.

"It's no wonder that the cultivation of top-grade spiritual roots is so fast, and the effect is immediate."

Zhao Lin clenched his fists, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

The Five Spiritual Root Festival means that in the next month, I will temporarily have the talent of a top-grade spiritual root.

One can imagine what it would be like if it was a ground spirit root.

This month must be used wisely.

Zhao Lin sat down cross-legged and began to exercise his skills.

Because of absorbing the spirit of the pipa catfish, Zhao Lin can attack the spirit orifices unscrupulously, even if he is injured, he can recover quickly without leaving hidden wounds.

Before I knew it, one day passed, two days, three days...

In the early morning of the fourth day, there was a soft sound of "collapse" in the body, and the five acupoints of No.20 burst open.

"Three layers of Qi refining!"

Zhao Lin opened his eyes excitedly, and casually performed an ice knife technique, only to feel that the spiritual power in his body was much stronger than before.

Even though it's just a spiritual aperture, it means that the cultivation level has been raised by one level, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

For the same spell, the mana transmission speed and duration have increased by one level compared to before.

When you reach the third level of Qi Refining, you can cast spells up to the level of proficiency.

However, Zhao Lin is not in a hurry to upgrade his spells. He is currently practicing in the Spiritual Dao Academy, so he doesn't have to worry about his safety. Even if he reaches the proficient level, he has nowhere to use it.

After leaving the practice room, the sky just spit white fish.

Zhao Lin returned to his residence and cooked more than half a catty of Lingmi to supplement the consumption of the past few days. After dawn, he came to the Chuangong Hall of Lingdao Academy.

Coincidentally, today is the day to choose Daoyi. (end of this chapter)