Cultivation of Immortals: Start with blind thinking

Chapter 172
Jin Ziming continued:
"When I leave the black prison, if there is no accident, I will come to say hello to you, otherwise I may leave directly, please forgive me!"

"It's ok."

"Shall I leave you some top-grade spirit stones and elixir? This will help you resist the cold."

"Your kindness, I appreciate it.

But you can't pass it in, and the window prohibits physical transmission. "

"Oh, well, my name is Jin Ziming, what's your name?"

"My name is Qin Haiyue, and my elder brother's name is Qin Haixun. He is also a disciple of Yujiantang."

"I remember, senior, take care!"

"You are precious too."

The old man said solemnly, with hope in his eyes and the desire for life.

After Jin Ziming said his farewell, he covered his body with bright blue aura and walked quickly towards the top of the mountain.

After passing through the last stone chamber, continue on for more than two hundred feet and reach the top of the mountain.

The black energy is getting stronger and stronger, and he can only fight against it by continuously increasing the output of spiritual energy.

There is a circular platform on the top of the mountain, and two sword repairmen are sitting cross-legged, with their sabers flat on their thighs, and they are doing exercises with their eyes closed.

Jin Ziming was afraid of being exposed, so he didn't dare to use spiritual energy to resist.

He had to use the way of sword repair to deal with it, but he didn't have sword intent, if he used sword intent, it would be exposed immediately.

He remembered that he had learned a "Wind Chasing Sword Art" in the Lingyun School, so he went to the Tianxiahui to buy a "red silk" soft sword.

With a thought, he summoned the red silk.

With his comprehension of the power of the wind and the profound meaning, it is extremely easy to execute this sword technique.

Jin Ziming casually waved a move "Shadow", urging the sword intent of the wind, and began to fight against the black energy.

The two people on the ground focused on their practice and ignored the passers-by.

The cliff in front is towering, and there is a huge gap at the bottom, about two feet high, which can accommodate six people in parallel at the same time.

Thick black Yin Qi overflowed from the entrance of the cave and was guided by the formation. After passing through the circular platform, it flowed into the mountain path and mountain body, and only a small amount drifted outside the peak.

"Shadow"'s sword energy and sword intent were gradually exhausted, so he had to make another move.

At the entrance of the hole shrouded in black mist, there are three shelves, on which are more than forty long swords, which are being sharpened here.

He stepped into the cave and saw a sword cultivator sitting with his back against the cave wall. He looked up and ignored him.

Jin Ziming looked around, except for billowing black air, everywhere was bare, and he didn't see any living things.

He pushed his sword energy and sword intent to the extreme, but still felt quite strenuous.

He understood that relying on his own swordsmanship level, he would definitely not be able to enter the depths of the cave, and had to change his moves.

Jin Ziming decided to use the cold air to temper his body. Instead of summoning a mysterious demon, he directly performed the third level of the "troll body training technique".

To be on the safe side, he first used his sword moves to block [-]% of the black energy, and gave the remaining [-]% to his body.

Under the blessing of the exercises, the strength of the physical body spontaneously built an invisible barrier, pushing out some of the intruding black energy.

For the part that enters the body, the "Troll Body Forging Technique" will stimulate high-speed vibrations in the relevant parts.

It not only prevents the black air from easily combining with flesh and blood, but also disperses it, and then discharges it.

Jin Ziming suddenly felt the pressure decrease, so he raised his feet and walked towards the cave.

On the stone walls along the way, Jianyun Peak is embedded with luminous pearls, and the light is quite soft.

The road spiraled and descended slowly. It seemed that the source of the black air was deep in the mountainside.

After walking for more than a mile, he met three sword cultivators one after another.

Going forward, it was difficult to move forward, and Jin Ziming couldn't bear it anymore.

He changed to run the fourth layer of the "Troll Body Forging Technique", and his physical strength increased greatly.

The body is relaxed and you can move on.

The cold air is getting thicker and thicker, the color is almost black, and its destructive power has increased several times.

Jin Ziming became anxious. Except for humans, no living things have been found in the cave so far.

After patiently walking for more than ten miles, he was close to the limit of endurance again.

Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes contracted, and he saw an acquaintance, it was Li Jian from Yujiantang.

The old enemy sat cross-legged in meditation, with the big sword floating above his head, while the other five small swords moved slowly in the air.

Jin Ziming's spiritual sense scanned him, and found that he had become stronger again, his cultivation had surpassed his own, and he had reached the golden elixir Dzogchen realm.

It seems that the troll's sermon touched him a lot as he practiced the five elements.

When he didn't hide it, his whole body was like a sharp sword.

Jin Ziming didn't bother him, and walked past him with difficulty to test his limits.

But just a few steps away, Li Jian asked:
"Which sect is your disciple? The body is very strong."

Jin Ziming turned to look at him, and said coldly:
"Crazy Sword Hall."

"No wonder it's so strange, there are still more than three miles ahead, which is the limit position that Jian Yunfeng can open to disciples.

It's really admirable that the senior brother has come here with ease. "

"I mainly rely on my physical body to resist, while my junior resists with the sword energy and sword intent in my body. That is really not easy."

"What monks compare to is comprehensive ability. Physical strength is also strong. Brother, there is no need to be overly humble."

Jin Ziming couldn't move anymore, so he simply said:

"I'm meditating here, thinking about how to improve the strength of the physical body, so it won't disturb the cultivation of the younger brother, right?"

"It's okay, senior brother, please take care of yourself."

Jin Ziming sat down against the cave wall, closed his eyes, and began to think.

Unexpectedly, Li Jian swept over with a faint sense of consciousness, intending to enter his body to explore.

He snorted pretending to be displeased, and forced the spirit to retreat. The two of them kept silent and practiced silently.

How to do?It is no longer enough to rely solely on sword energy, sword intent, and the "troll body training technique".

The things to save Guangliang have not been found yet, so we must move on.

Inspire sword energy?That is absolutely impossible, especially since Li Jian is still in the cave, he is afraid that if there is any abnormality, he will be noticed.

He thought for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, why not use the "spirit grinding formation"?
As long as you are careful and protect the middle dantian with spiritual energy, you can try it.

Jin Ziming used Tanzhong acupoint to inhale a wisp of black air, and sent it into the "shen mill".

The millstone rotated and was rolled hundreds of times before he checked it.

Then I was pleasantly surprised to find that the output of the formation was actually a kind of gray-black non-toxic aura, which seemed to come from some kind of mineral.

Could it be that this kind of ore is hidden in the mountain of the black prison?
The impurity that flowed out from the bottom of the Inner Grinding Disc was a jet-black toxin, somewhat viscous, as if some kind of invisible microorganism was crushed and left behind.

Jin Ziming wondered, could it be integrated into the Qiuyuan Knife to enhance the power of the "Poisonous Dragon Saliva" in the "Walking Dragon Knife Technique"?

He then guessed that in the depths of the cave, there is a kind of spiritual stone mine, and the amount is large enough to allow the spiritual energy to overflow spontaneously.

This spirit mine either naturally has cold poison, or is accompanied by cold poison beside it, such as other ores that can volatilize poisonous gas.

He forced the gray-black spiritual energy out from his chest, and found that the surrounding black energy immediately floated over and merged with it.

Jin Ziming filled his body with bright blue aura, leaving only a funnel-shaped vacuum on his chest.

The big mouth covers many acupoints on the chest, and the black air is inhaled through them, while the small mouth is aimed at the entrance of the millstone.

The "God Grinding Formation" was in operation, and after more than half an hour, the pressure on Jin Ziming's body gradually eased.

He stood up slowly, using the "Profound Truth of the Wind" to stimulate the sword energy and sword intent of the red silk to the extreme, in order to resist as much black energy as possible.

The rest was inhaled by the funnel and handed over to the "God Mill" for purification. He exerted strength under his feet and began to "difficultly" move forward.

When he was about to disappear from Li Jian's sight, he finally heard the other party's surprised "Huh".

With the help of Mopan, Jin Ziming staggered forward in order not to attract attention, pretending to be unbearable.

I almost "fell down" a few times and had to stop and rest for a long time before going back on the road.

Stumbling forward like this for two and a half miles, he saw a young swordsman again.

This person is a Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator, and there is no sword around him, but the sword energy and sword intent all over his body are unparalleled.

The efficiency of his exercises is very high, and every once in a while, he will inhale a large amount of black air.

The top of its head was particularly exaggerated, and a small black cloud actually formed. It looked like it was going to sharpen the sword pill in his mind.

He was like a huge bellows, intermittently sucking in a lot of Yin Qi, and when he couldn't hold it anymore, he "vomited" some out from his body.

Jianxiu looked solemn, and it could be seen that this was his limit.

Seeing Jin Ziming walking "precariously", and then slowly passing by him.

This person also gave a "huh" in surprise, a Nascent Soul that has never been seen before, can carry it here and continue to move forward?
All Jin Ziming thought was Guang Liang's lifesaver, so he ignored him and just walked deeper.

After advancing for more than half a mile, we finally reached the end of the cave. Here is a spherical stone chamber with a higher top.

There is a small hole three feet square in front, and the thick black gas escapes from there.

There is a stone tablet next to it, which reads: "Trial disciples, stop here."

The thick black yin qi rolled, and because it was too late to overflow, a thick cloud layer formed on the top of the cave.

Jin Ziming anxiously searched every inch of the land, but was disappointed to find that there were still no living creatures.

Could it be that Daoist Qingye guessed wrong, and Guangliang can only stop at Jindan Dzogchen forever?

Thinking of this, my heart is filled with resentment and resentment.

He forced himself to calm down, and checked again carefully to make sure there was no negligence.

Jin Ziming sat down cross-legged, thinking about how to deal with it, and then went home?He really couldn't accept this result.

If you venture into the small hole where the "disciple stops", what if the inner diameter becomes very small after entering?
Using a small space of gravel to float in can solve this problem.

But the True Monarch who guards the black prison may scan this forbidden area intermittently, disappearing from the area where he is allowed to practice, will he be found?

Jin Ziming suddenly realized that he could stay here to practice and let Lao Hei go.

The black dragon hid in the gravel, diluting the black air with his perverted body and the vast small space behind him, so he would definitely be safe and sound.

He hurriedly contacted Lao Hei and expressed his thoughts.

Lao Hei knew that his heart was heavy because of his good brother's serious injury, so he was very sensible.

In the face of possible dangers, there was no complaint or complaint, and he agreed.

Jin Ziming was very happy and immediately praised him for his righteousness.

(End of this chapter)