Montenegro

Chapter 24 Cultivation
"There are still 15 survival points left. One hole card is enough for now. There is no need to make a copy card. Just wait for more than a month, and the four-star copy card of Mu Changshan can be made."

Yan Ji glanced at the survival point secret passage on the black card. With his current strength, the one-star copy card for a warrior in the skin and flesh realm is useless to him.

There is no big crisis at the moment, why not save a wave of survival points and make a copy card of Gao Xing.

Yan Ji packed up the medicinal residues in the house, left with the pear blossom mountain ax on his back, and went down the mountain towards the black water cold pool in the valley.

Beside the Black Water Cold Pool, there were four Heishan thieves who were specially guarding. They saw Yan Ji showing the black belt on his left arm and explaining why he came to practice the Heishan Magic Sutra, so they let him go.

Standing by the water, Yan Ji couldn't help shivering.

"I haven't entered the water yet, and I can feel the chill with my physique comparable to that of a skin-and-flesh martial artist. How did other people practice this Black Mountain Demon Sutra?"

Yan Ji squatted down again and submerged his arm in the water, feeling a slight pain coming from his arm.

"Sure enough, according to what Huang Ke said, this black water cold pool is also considered a treasure land, and its water is of great benefit to warriors who practice water attribute exercises and cold exercises, even no less than some high-quality living medicines of high age.

"Yang Yanxin was able to practice Frost Art until he entered the room by drinking the water from the black water cold pool for a long time." Yan Ji thought to himself.

No more hesitation, he put down the package of the pear blossom mountain axe, took off all his clothes, and jumped directly into the black water cold pool.

hiss~
The piercing cold pain made Yan Ji gasp involuntarily, almost choking him to death, he quickly closed his nose and mouth.

"According to the magic scriptures, to practice in the black water cold pool, you must dive to a depth of at least ten meters. The deeper the better, hold your breath for at least 3 minutes each time, and the longer the better, at least one hour a day, the longer the better.

"And you can't use medicine to heal your injuries afterwards, and you can't use flames to dispel the cold. After leaving the cold pool, you need to beat the part that feels the deepest cold and the most painful on the rocks of the mountains. On the second day, you need to bury yourself to feel the heaviness and vastness of the mountains. On the third day Need to exercise the spirit in the pile of bones so repeatedly."

Yan Ji held his breath in the water and recalled the cultivation method of the Black Mountain Demon Sutra. It was very simple, and there was no special breathing or beating method. As long as one had enough physique, firm perseverance, and a certain understanding, it was possible to practice it.

That's right, even if you persist for a month, it is only possible to practice. Many people fail to practice even if they persist all. Practice the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.

As for the opening chapter of the Black Mountain Demon Sutra, he didn't know it was meaningless until he asked Huang Ke. It was talking about the power that would be obtained after practicing the Black Mountain Demon Sutra to a high level, but even the chief village master did not reach that level.

Besides, if you have practiced to a high level, not to mention the Black Mountain Demon Sutra, even the general "jue" skill can move mountains and fill the sea. Therefore, Huang Ke said that the opening chapter of the Black Mountain Demon Sutra is nonsense, just read it.

However, Yan Ji felt that the two must be different, otherwise why are there different levels of martial arts?It's better to call them all by the same name, so that they are all on the same level.

It's just that he doesn't know much about martial arts now, and he hasn't practiced it himself, so he can't explain why.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Taking a big breath, I submerged in the cold pool, and dived down until it was below ten meters, and slowly dived to the bottom, about 40 meters.

The pressure of the pool water, the icy cold pain, and the strong and powerful heartbeat rang in my ears.

Slowly, the surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only silence.

1分钟……2分钟……3分钟……6分钟……8分钟……呼！！
Yan Ji jumped out of the pool suddenly, and then took a big mouthful of air and breath.

His breath and breath condensed into ice cubes in mid-air, fell into the water with a bang, and then melted.

"Hey! It's freezing to death. It's at least twenty or thirty degrees Celsius below zero. The water hasn't frozen at such a low temperature." Yan Ji secretly marveled.

After resting for a while, he repeated the previous practice again.

I went back and forth more than 20 times and lasted for more than two hours. Even Yan Ji's physique couldn't bear it.

cluck cluck...

Yan Ji walked onto the shore, clasped his shoulders with his hands, his teeth and muscles were shaking constantly.

Afterwards, enduring the chill and pain, he began to exercise his body on the side of the mountain wall according to the method and frequency described in the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.

After another two full hours, Yan Ji persevered unexpectedly.

Tired, sore, cold, stiff.

He felt that his whole body was not his own.

"Is it because my will has become stronger? No, it is because my body has become stronger that my will will become stronger."

Yan Ji forcibly closed his gnashing teeth, stretched his stiff arms, and stretched them.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Punch after punch was hammered on the mountain wall, and fist marks three to four centimeters deep emerged one by one.

"Quick! Faster! Faster!"

Boom boom boom!
A large area of ​​the mountain wall was shattered, and gusts of hot air rose from Yan Ji's body, collided with the surrounding cold air, and turned into patches of white mist to cover him.

"Huh...it's much more comfortable this way."

Yan Jichang let out a long breath, twisted his neck left and right, and made a clicking sound.

He did not return to the village, but leaned against the mountain wall, crossed his legs, pressed the pear blossom mountain ax on his legs, closed his eyes and began to adjust his breathing.

Day two.

Yan Ji began to dig a deep pit on the ground in accordance with the requirements of the Black Mountain Demon Sutra, and buried himself in it vertically, with only half of his head exposed.

He used all his strength to resist the squeeze of the mud in all directions.

The flow of blood, the friction of the soil, the bite of insects, everything became sensitive.

Yan Ji kept rubbing his teeth and endured. He clenched his fists tightly in the soil, and tried his best to feel the heaviness and vastness of the mountains according to the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.

For a whole day, there was not a drop of water or a grain of rice.

"I feel shit!"

Yan Ji felt a little irritable, jumped out of the deep pit, and slammed his head against the mountain wall beside him.

Bang.

He just felt his head buzzing.

A small hole was knocked out of the mountain wall by him, and spider web-like cracks extended around the center of the small hole.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
Drops of blood dripped from Yan Ji's forehead.

"It's much more comfortable."

He shook his head, repeating the same words as yesterday.

Day three.

Yan Ji came to the mass grave.

According to the requirements of the Black Mountain Magic Sutra, he piled up all the corpses into a mountain, and then slept in the pile of corpses enduring the stench that hit his forehead.

vomit~vomit~
Yan Ji vomited in the pile of corpses, while grabbing his own skin vigorously, he grabbed strips of flesh and blood from his chest, arms, and thighs.

Only the tingling sensation could ease his nausea.

"This Black Mountain Magic Sutra is not teasing me, is it? I don't feel the slightest bit of dead air, but the stench almost choked me to death!"

Yan Ji couldn't help feeling suspicious in his heart.

(End of this chapter)