Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 153 The end of the dynasty
"No wonder Chunyang Qigong has made great progress in the past few days."

Xu Yunfan thought to himself that his progress in practicing Chunyang Qigong in the past few days was more than 30% faster than before.

The frequency of prompts for Yuanling Guidance on the attribute panel has increased from once a day three days ago to three times a day.

Three days ago, this glow rose and fell three times a day and night like the tide. The warm breath dormant deep in the flesh and blood became more and more condensed, as if there were dragons and pythons swimming in the flesh and blood meridians.

Until now, he could clearly feel the warmth lurking in his flesh and blood, as if spring had returned to the earth, all things were reviving, and it was constantly nourishing his flesh and blood.

After entering the realm of the Outer Three Combinations Great Martial Artist, he practiced every day and quickly combined his own strength. He could feel that his tendons, bones and skin were being melted into one by the Pure Yang Qigong.

Once it is completely completed, he will be able to naturally enter the realm of physical training.

Xu Yunfan felt that he was not too far away.

For others, the integration of the three forces is a relatively long process, but he has the Chunyang Qigong, the increased proficiency of the attribute panel, and his hard work in practicing.

In half a year at most, he would be able to enter the stage of flesh training and begin to refine his flesh and blood.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a wisp of purple air, almost visible to the naked eye, rose from the east and instantly entered his nostrils.

The battle of Yujing City shook the six paths and seventy-nine states.

Last night, the Eagle Letter mentioned that the Queen of the Great Zhou used the thousand-year-old mighty city as a scabbard and killed the retired sword demon Dugu Jiu with three sword strikes.

Today, the majestic city has become a ruin, and the streets are stained with blood of 300,000 people. However, such an earth-shaking price has only earned the rumor in the martial arts world that "the Empress's swordsmanship has improved by half an inch."

Behind this glory, the city collapsed, the people were displaced, and the streets were stained with blood.

Although the Yuan Spirit of Heaven and Earth has revived somewhat, it seems bound by invisible shackles, stuck at a delicate juncture between dispersal and dissolution. Although it has not yet returned to the state of extinction, it is extremely weak and difficult to sustain.

"Just like two thousand years ago, the Yuan Ling is about to dissipate. If nothing unexpected happens, the Yuan Ling of the entire world will dissipate again in a few decades."

Mo Han from the Mechanical Hall used an extremely ancient armillary sphere to test for three consecutive days and finally came to a conclusion. He released this information throughout the Tiangong Cave and released an extremely ancient breathing technique. If one has the opportunity and qualifications, he can absorb the essence of heaven and earth into his body.

Unfortunately, no one in Tiangong Cave has been able to sense the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

On this day, Xu Yunfan completed the routine inspection of the Tiangong Fortress. Seeing the prompt message that the Tiangong Forging Skill had increased a little in his field of vision, he happily washed himself and returned to the Weapon Casting Hall.

As soon as he entered the Soldiers' Foundry Headquarters, Xu Yunfan saw Zhan Yan and Mo Han discussing something with worried expressions on their faces.

When he saw Xu Yunfan coming over, Mo Han said, "Master Zhan, I'll be in trouble from now on."

Zhan Yan said in a deep voice: "Leave it to me."

Mo Han gave Xu Yunfan a kind smile and was about to say something, but Zhan Yan had already stood between them without making a sound.

Mo Han immediately shut his mouth, looked at Zhan Yan, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left quickly.

"Yun Fan is back?"

Zhan Yan turned around with a pleasant expression and a hint of smile on his face: "I will talk to you guys about something later when your senior brother comes back."

When Fu Jin hurried over and sat down, Zhan Yan pulled a letter from his bosom. "The Empress is seriously injured and in seclusion. Yujing City has issued twelve edicts, recalling the Tiger Guards from the six provinces and seventy-two states to defend Yujing."

Zhan Yan said with a hint of joy, "Dugu Jiu shattered the imperial city's earth veins. Now that the dragon energy of Zhongzhou is on the verge of collapse, the Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty may no longer be able to hold on to the country."

Fu Jin sneered, "Now the Empress's attempt to revive the Yuanling has failed. This move has cost the nation a hundred years of its fortune and is now dragging the entire Great Zhou into disintegration."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but stroke the Nine-Ring Mountain-Shaking Hammer hanging on his waist. His rough fingers brushed across the water chestnuts, making a clanging sound.

Xu Yunfan did not speak. Putting aside the extraordinary martial arts, the Great Zhou was now on its way to its end.

If the empress could really live again as a spirit, with her ninth realm cultivation combined with the vast military force of the Great Zhou imperial court, she would be able to suppress all the villains and continue the prosperity of the Great Zhou Empire.

Today, the historical process of the previous life is still vivid in our minds. What follows is a trend of heroes rising up in various states and establishing their own kingdoms. The entire Great Zhou will become increasingly devastated.

Zhan Yan took a sip of cold wine and shook out the letter paper he took out from his arms. The scorch marks on the edge of the parchment were winding like snakes, and the cinnabar seal of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower glowed with blood under the candlelight.

"The Yangzhou governor supported the crown prince of King Jing, and three thousand Confucian scholars jointly wrote the 'Ode to Clearing the Court', which claimed that the empress cultivated incense and taught people how to refine human elixirs."

He flicked his finger at the word "Ren Dan" with a hint of mockery on his face, "Coincidentally, seven days ago, the Taoist master of Qingwei Mountain came down the mountain and raised the slogan of beheading the evil people of the Xianghuo Sect."

Fu Jin suddenly crushed the wine cup, and the amber liquor dripped through his fingers, with an indignant look on his face.

"Those bullies are the best at judging the situation. When the Empress secretly ordered the Xianghuo Cult to massacre Yizhou in Jiannan Road, they were right under their feet. In the end, they pretended to be deaf and dumb. Now they are pretending to be upright gentlemen. Hey..."

After discussing for a long time, Zhan Yan slowly said: "Although the Yuan Ling has not yet fully recovered and is about to dissipate, there are still some traces of it in the world. The Xianghuo Sect's massacre of the Sixteen States is only the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. I am afraid that many evil things will breed there.

Those dormant demons will probably be provoked to emerge by this breath of spirit."

Hearing this, Xu Yunfan couldn't help but confirm again: "Master, are there really demons in this world?"

"Soon, perhaps soon we will hear news."

Zhan Yan stood up and looked through the window at the mountains, rivers and seas passing by below. The sixteen black steel spider legs of the Tiangong Fortress, like supporting pillars, were constantly moving forward in turns.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed by, and the number of Yuan Ling raised from the earth veins increased a little, but it was still pitifully thin, almost non-existent.

Many disciples in Tiangong Cave are diligently practicing breathing techniques and visualizing the absorption of the Yuan Ling into the body, but unfortunately, no one has achieved any results so far.

Even the sect leader Hong Baichuan still couldn't find the right method.

Xu Yunfan naturally did not say much when he saw this. He just sat cross-legged on the Leihuotai on the suspended side of the Tiangong Fortress, waiting for the sunrise every day, swallowing the purple air from the east, nourishing his body and the wisps of energy that gradually grew in his flesh and blood.

In just one month, Xu Yunfan had already increased his proficiency in Chunyang Qigong by nearly half.

At the end of the Yin hour, Xu Yunfan stood shirtless on the Leihuotai, the highest point of the Tiangong Fortress.

The twenty-four vertebrae of the spine were connected like steel whips, and the blood surging under the membrane evaporated into a faint red mist in the morning breeze. This was a sign that the Chunyang Qigong was about to achieve minor success. As his proficiency improved, his strength was also growing steadily.

(End of this chapter)