Dragon Vein Martial God

After bean sprouts came out of the valley, because they had not made any progress in cultivation for several years, they looked around, especially when they looked at the direction of Jiangting, their eyes showed impatience.

In fact, she doesn't lack a state of mind.

It's just... Now Jiangting is back, and the foundation is built on six floors. I'm not sure when it will break through.

Jiang Ting is a three attribute spirit with low talent.

And she is, the ice attribute is single, the mutant spirit, and the complementary skills. If Jiang Ting breaks through, she has no sign of breaking through

Therefore, she was a little impatient at the moment.

As for not knowing how to break through... She has no trouble in this regard.

Compared with Jiangting, she is much more prepared with the help of treasures than Jiangting.

She doesn't remember what it takes to break through the golden elixir. She just needs some sufficient state of mind... She doesn't lack state of mind.

A long time.

"Alas..." youyou sighed softly, and Douya turned back to the valley with a little sadness and continued to close the door.

If Jiang Ting knew bean sprout's troubles at the moment... Probably, he would envy it.

His reincarnation, like bean sprouts, wants to find a place where no one is silent and practice hard... However, his talent is not enough.

His accomplishments today are all adventure, alchemy and so on. He earns resources by various means and then improves his accomplishments.

And bean sprouts, who don't step out of the gate, don't move in one place, so they practice hard behind closed doors. As a result, they also build six floors of foundation?

If Jiang Ting had not been at the evil dragon square, he had earned a lot of resources by refining pills and accumulated hundreds of pills and many spirit stones, how could he have achieved today's cultivation.

Maybe it just proves that... People have troubles, no matter their status or accomplishments. Some just have different troubles.

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The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes and autumn does not come.

In a twinkling of an eye, half a year passed.

The cave of Jiangting.

Above the valley.

The sun was burning in the sky.

Jiang Ting lay quietly over the valley, behind him was a monk... He sat on the ground above the valley, leaning against the monk, playing with a pinch of wild grass in a daze.

He admitted that he underestimated the difficulty of the so-called prohibition... Well, spiritual prohibition.

Half a year!

For half a year, he was stunned and didn't find that weeds, flowers and trees could be connected with the three source prohibitions told him by Taoist Qingfeng.

Half a year, no inch!

At this time, he can say impolitely that he doesn't need to look at the flowers, plants, trees and vines around here. Even if he doesn't need to think, he doesn't need to look with the naked eye. He just needs to touch... He can know the specific structure with his eyes closed.

In the past six months, he has not observed too many flowers, plants and trees.

If it had been six months ago, what he should do now is to observe the pinch of weeds in his hand with red eyes, instead of holding the weeds without looking, but in a daze.

Now, he really doesn't know what else can be observed in the wild grass in his hand... He has seen it for too long and doesn't need to know the specific structure.

He didn't make any progress... Where could he have the mind to observe?

Although this place is not remote, it is not in a busy area where people come and go. His daze is not seen... Or because he and Douya's cave are near here.

The disciples of zishuang sect will not go to this area unless necessary to avoid being suspected of trespassing into others' cave.

In addition, there is Taoist Qingfeng behind him, and others have more scruples... No one sees him in a daze.

Gradually, in the action of playing with weeds in Jiangting, the hot sun gradually shifted to the West. Soon, it began to set in the West.

Jiang Ting, who was in a daze, didn't know... At this moment, unless someone came or approached to try to assassinate him, he would probably wake up for at least ten days and a half months.

In his daze, the sunset, West.

Gradually, there is only half a round of sunset in the sky. It doesn't take too long, and the sunset will completely disappear in the world of Tianlan and even Beidou sword.

Jiang Ting, in a daze, unconsciously swept through the sunset.

The setting sun is like blood.

"The sunset is gone, the plants are withered and flourishing..." involuntarily, he whispered. He has been observing flowers and trees for about half a year. At the moment, he has some magic obstacles.

Even if I am in a daze now, I try to link everything I see with flowers and trees subconsciously and subconsciously.

If you can't link, find something in common.

For example, the sunset... When he saw the sunset and whispered, he saw the wild grass in a trance.

The wild grass cannot be burned out, and the spring wind blows again.

The sunset sets and tomorrow will rise again.

And plants, even if they are cut down and burned... When the spring wind blows, they are green again.

Plants wither and flourish, and the hot sun reincarnates. There is nothing in common.

Thinking about

One of Jiang Ting's spirits revived: "huh?"

At the moment, the four sides are dark.

I don't know when the sunset disappeared and the moon didn't rise... It's midnight.

At a glance, Jiang Ting ignored it and suddenly dropped his sight and mind towards the handful of weeds in his hand.

Weeds, or weeds.

The structure did not change with his daze.

But this time... He found that it was clearly the same thing, but in his mind, it had a different performance.

For example, when he looked at the roots that had no surprises before, now he found a place where three kinds of origin prohibitions and weeds could coexist.

That place is like a person's Dantian purple house, the mind of the cultivator... In fact, it does not exist, but it does exist.

Dantian Zifu, mind, can you say it doesn't exist?

No!

Dantian purple mansion, the golden elixir condensed in the golden elixir realm is in Dantian purple mansion.

Even if a non immortal in the golden elixir realm works his magic power, casts his magic or any other secret arts, his magic power will pass through the purple house in the Dantian.

Mind... The place where the spirit exists, the place where the God reads the evidence.

But if you want to say that it does exist, it is not feasible... Because apart from yourself, other outsiders, no matter how great their accomplishments, you can't find others' purple house or see their mind.

At most, you can only forcibly follow the mana back to benshuoyuan when people with low cultivation run mana, or follow other people's thoughts with their thoughts.

In this way, we can see other people's purple house and mind, and even enter them.

It's a little far... The weeds at the moment are like this.

Jiang Ting seemed to see an area that existed on the weeds but was not visible... And that area was both a place that had been observed and seemed not to be.

The only certainty is that he found something in common between weeds and prohibition.

After half a year's exploration, I have nothing to gain. Once I understand clearly, I will follow my heart.

Take a look.

Jiang Ting gushed out a wisp of mana around his fingertips