Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 83 The Glassy Placenta [Part Two]

This is not just Hu Long's random guess.

Possessing three secret martial arts techniques, his understanding and insights into these techniques are far more profound and clear than those of other martial arts practitioners.

Even more, an idea arose in Hu Long's mind.

If enough secret weapons are downloaded.

Give him some more time, and even without using the power of the Taisu Noodles, he might be able to deduce and create a completely new secret weapon tailored specifically for himself.

Secret weapons are the ultimate secret techniques for elevating one's life level and achieving a leap in spiritual development.

The most suitable candidate is none other than the person who created Secret Weapon.

Even if later generations learn it, no matter how well it suits them.

It also falls far short of the level of harmony with the creator.

Therefore, no matter how good the secret martial arts practiced by a martial arts practitioner is, it is not as good as a custom-made secret martial arts weapon.

Of course, it's very difficult to achieve this.

Secret weapons are either created by the ancients or passed down from generation to generation.

According to records within the Privy Council.

The most recent secret weapons all date back hundreds of years.

In modern times, no martial artist can create a secret weapon on their own.

This is not due to a lack of aptitude or comprehension.

After all, no matter how difficult something is to achieve in the world, as long as it has happened before.

If enough people participate and given enough time, there will always be a day when it reappears.

However, quite a few secret martial arts techniques have been passed down.

This is after removing those that were discontinued or not passed down.

This is enough to prove that in the past, creating a secret weapon was not as difficult as climbing a mountain.

The fact that no one can create a secret weapon now is itself quite abnormal.

If we follow this line of reasoning...

The only possibility is that the strange beasts intended by the gods have disappeared for some unknown reason.

Since humans cannot observe the spirit of strange beasts up close, they naturally cannot create new secret weapons.

This is the fundamental reason why martial artists cannot rely on observing the strange beasts themselves for cultivation and need to borrow divine will.

if so.

So, as times progress...

Once the divine intentions that exist in the world lose their effectiveness or are destroyed over time.

Then it won't be long.

The secret martial artists will likely disappear as well.

Without the secret weapon, it is impossible to observe the divine essence of that powerful mythical beast through divine intent.

Without this, one cannot transform one's own internal strength into manifest strength, temper the skin, and break through the limits.

I'm afraid that by then, the only thing I can do is practice standing meditation, and reaching the pinnacle of body forging will be the limit.

No matter how exceptional one's talent and comprehension are, it's impossible to break through the skin-grinding barrier.

This concern is not unfounded. No matter how miraculous the skin of the supernatural being may be, it will eventually have its own limits.

It is impossible for something to remain intact forever.

Unless, before God intends to destroy it, we can find other, more effective ways to preserve it.

As for photos, that probably won't work. Photos don't capture the spirit of divine intent; that spirit is a very peculiar feeling.

This is also the most important aspect of God's intention.

Without the spirit of the divine, the divine intent is no more than a piece of waste paper.

Of course, at present, these are all Hu Long's speculations.

Even if it were true, it wouldn't have much to do with Hu Long.

Ordinary people may not be able to create entirely new secret weapons.

But he was not included in this.

With that in mind, he began to practice these two secret martial arts.

With the foundation of the seventh level of the Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts Skin Polishing Technique, he was already very familiar with the subsequent cultivation steps.

Although different secret martial arts have different focuses on the subtle aspects of tempering the body, in essence, they are all about refining the body.

For example, the core of the seventh layer of this skin-smoothing chapter is to gradually transform the skin membrane, eventually reaching the level of jade-like skin.

The real difficulty lies in the fact that different secret martial arts correspond to different ways of generating internal force, and rashly practicing both can easily cause damage to the body.

However, this did not happen.

Perhaps thanks to the harmonizing effect of the Tai Su noodles, the three different Ming Qi circulated in his body in an orderly manner, without any conflict, but rather clearly distinct, without causing any discomfort.

Seeing this, Hu Long no longer hesitated and immediately immersed himself in cultivation.

After downloading, he gained the profound insights that the original owner had accumulated over a decade of immersion in secret martial arts.

Therefore, when practicing these two new methods, there was no stagnation whatsoever, and the progress was quite smooth.

At the same time, at the moment the tail fire died.

The border of the Yu Kingdom is unknown how far away this place is.

The mountains here are continuous.

Deep within one of the majestic mountains, a space was carved out, creating a hidden underground haven.

Standing prominently within is a magnificent palace, with carved beams and painted rafters, and towering pavilions and terraces, with winding corridors and vermilion-painted eaves, resembling an imperial palace.

In front of the hall is a winding bridge over a flowing stream, with craggy artificial hills in the pond, and water meandering beneath the bridge, making a gurgling sound.

Along the banks of the flowing water, every few steps there stands a maidservant dressed in a long, flowing dress with wide sleeves, of all shapes and sizes.

In the distance, there were some guards dressed in golden armor.

It's a pity that these people's skin is bluish-purple.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul and spirit had been completely taken away, leaving only a hollow shell, standing stiffly in place like a walking corpse.

And within the deepest part of this mountain palace, at its very core.

It is a pool of blood.

The blood pool was about an acre in size, and it was not filled with ordinary clear water, but with thick blood that was so red it was almost black.

The blood churned and bubbled, releasing a strong, nauseating stench when it burst, mixed with a strange, indescribable aroma.

Above the pool, wisps of crimson mist rose and lingered, enveloping the entire space in a hazy and eerie crimson light.

Sudden.

The blood pool churned violently in the center, as if something was rising from the deepest part of the water.

Wow!

A head slowly split open, revealing its bloody surface.

Next come the shoulders and neck, chest, waist and abdomen, and legs.

It turned out to be a human silhouette with black hair reaching his waist and completely naked.

Finally, it surfaced completely, standing upright in the center of the blood pool, with viscous blood droplets dripping from its body.

next moment.

Those eyes suddenly opened.

Those were not the eyes of ordinary humans, but a pair of bronze-colored vertical pupils, the pupils as thin as needles, flashing with a cold, bloodthirsty light like that of a wild beast; just one glance was enough to send chills down one's spine.

The man seemed oblivious to the pool full of blood, simply raising one hand and gently touching the surface of the pool with his long, pale fingers.

next moment.

An extremely bizarre scene appeared.

The pool of churning blood suddenly stopped under that finger's touch, and then the surface of the water rippled slightly, the light and shadow distorted, and ripples spread outwards in circles.

Where the ripples passed, a blurry image was reflected in the blood.

The scene depicts a dark, secluded mountain forest.

A man wearing a silver mask stood there.

At his feet lay a headless corpse on the ground.

"What a waste! You can't even handle this small task properly, in the end I have to do it myself!"

The figure spoke, its voice hoarse.

He glanced down at the blood pool beneath him, which was gradually fading.

"But it's all good. With the help of the remaining Yin energy in this imperial tomb and the nourishment from this pool of exotic blood, I have not only recovered from my injuries, but my strength has also improved significantly. It's time to go out and stretch my muscles."

As they were talking.

He slowly walked out of the blood pool.

The blood that had covered his body disappeared very quickly and mysteriously.

It revealed a face that was both eerily beautiful and uncanny, and whose gender was indistinguishable.