I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

"Energy input interrupted, transformation terminated!"

In the cabin, Zhao Heng was somewhat helpless when he heard the dice prompt sound.

In order to transform the Stone Split Fist, he threw all the remaining fifty or so black crystals into the light ball.

He also saw with his own eyes that the Stone Split Fist changed from "lower level of ordinary products" to "intermediate level of ordinary products".

But he didn't expect that after the Stone Split Fist was upgraded, it could still be strengthened.

You know, the Qingsong Jue of the intermediate level of ordinary products has only been strengthened to the advanced level of ordinary products, and it has reached a perfect state. Could it be that the Stone Split Fist can also be strengthened to the advanced level?

Although he wanted to transform the Stone Split Fist to the end, Zhao Heng had no black crystals.

After the strengthening was terminated, Zhao Heng picked up the Stone Split Fist, which had been simplified several times, and read it carefully.

Just reading it once, Zhao Heng felt refreshed.

Compared with the original Stone Split Fist, the perfectly transformed Stone Split Fist became easy to understand.

Many obscure parts of the connection of moves originally require practitioners to constantly ponder and study, but here they are all pointed out concisely.

Even the lines of blood circulation in the body and the scenes of boxing are perfectly displayed.

If the previous Stone Splitting Fist is a huge treasure, Zhao Heng needs to constantly ponder and study it before he can open the doors and get the treasure.

The modified Stone Splitting Fist is to tell Zhao Heng where the treasure key is.

He only needs to get the key and open the door to get the treasure. The difficulty of the two is incomparable.

"Try to see how the practice works!"

Zhao Heng couldn't wait to practice according to the content of the martial arts.

He took a step and set up his fist frame. His fists moved like rolling stones and his steps were like meteors.

Zhao Heng moved around in this narrow dormitory and kept punching.

At first, Zhao Heng's boxing was just a form and very incoherent.

But as time went by, he became more focused, and his boxing movements became more and more coherent and natural, and gradually he had a sense of smoothness.

Zhao Heng's punches became faster and more powerful, and the whole person was like a spinning top, moving and spinning rapidly, and the shadows of his fists became one.

"Whoosh whoosh...!"

There was a faint whistling of fist wind in the room.

Zhao Heng's muscles, bones, internal organs, and even the blood in his body were fully mobilized at this time, achieving a mysterious resonance.

This state lasted for a whole stick of incense.

When Zhao Heng's whole body became hot and red because of this high-intensity exercise, like a boiling "boiler".

Zhao Heng's eyes suddenly flashed, and his fists were like a flood.

"Hey!"

He punched out and hit the earth wall of the wooden house directly.

"Bang...!"

There was only a muffled sound, and the earth wall shook, and it was blasted out with a one-inch deep dent.

After Zhao Heng threw this punch, wisps of white mist came out of his mouth and nose, and his body staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He felt sore all over his body, even his toes, and he seemed to be exhausted. Sweat soaked his clothes in an instant, and there were faint impurities like mud.

Despite this, Zhao Heng felt extremely excited.

Because the depression on the earth wall proved that he had mastered the Stone Splitting Fist.

It took only one stick of incense to master a martial art. If this matter was passed on to the sect, it would probably cause a huge sensation.

But Zhao Heng knew that if others knew that he could transform martial arts, he would never have peace in this life.

After keeping the modified version of the Stone Splitting Fist close to him, Zhao Heng's first thing was to take out the dry food stored in the dormitory and devour it.

He had just mastered the Stone Splitting Fist at a very fast speed, which consumed a lot of his physical strength. He had to replenish it immediately, otherwise his body would easily leave hidden dangers.

This meal consumed more than half of the dry food Zhao Heng had stored.

Looking at his empty pockets and the little dry food left, Zhao Heng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In order to quickly improve his strength, he had emptied his family's resources this time, and even eating became a problem.

However, Zhao Heng was not worried. He had made up his mind to continue to take on missions from tomorrow.

Not only to earn Xuan Crystals, but also to hone his strength. Now that he has successfully entered the Stone-Splitting Fist, he even wants to hunt some Xuan beasts.

Hunting Xuan beasts is certainly very dangerous, but the rewards are also the most generous.

"There are only twenty days left, which is the chores assessment. I must be fully prepared!"

...

At the same time, in a quiet room in the chores peak.

Deacon Liu had a gloomy face and ordered several chores disciples.

"You guys keep a close eye on Zhao Heng these days. If there is any movement, report to me immediately.

If he dares to leave the sect, you will follow him. Once there is a chance, you know what to do, right?"

"We understand, Master Steward!"

...

Three days later, in the dense forest at the foot of Niujiao Mountain, southwest of Yuhua Sect.

Zhao Heng was walking alone in the forest. He had been out for three days and completed many sect tasks.

Even when walking in the wild, Zhao Heng was wearing a black scarf and a plain clothes without any characteristics.

If nothing else, hiding one's identity and appearance is the first priority when walking outside, so as not to be remembered by enemies and get into trouble.

After carefully rushing for a while, Zhao Heng found several herbs needed for the task on a low slope.

He was delighted and was about to pick them.

"Shua...!"

Suddenly, on the hillside in front, the weeds moved, and a black shadow rushed towards him.

Now Zhao Heng is a warrior of the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm. When he heard the noise, he reacted quickly and dodged sideways.

The two figures crossed each other. Zhao Heng looked back and saw an animal with erect ears, shaped like a fox and a hound, grinning at him with extremely ferocious eyes.

"Foxhound!"

Zhao Heng recognized it at a glance. It was a low-level mystical beast.

Mystical beasts, like warriors, are also divided into levels. Low-level mystical beasts refer to 1-3 levels of mystical beasts, corresponding to the body tempering, bone forging and organ refining realms of acquired warriors.

In the Niujiao Mountain area, it is basically low-level mystical beasts that are active.

The foxhound Zhao Heng encountered was a first-level mystical beast, and its strength was not weak.

But Zhao Heng was not afraid in his heart, but instead felt a little excited.

In the past few days, he had been wanting to find a mysterious beast to practice with, but as cautious as he was, he was afraid that he would encounter a too strong mysterious beast and be killed, so he had never rashly gone up the mountain.

And now the lone fox dog he met was of moderate strength and was the most suitable opponent.

More importantly, the skin of a fox dog could be exchanged for five mysterious crystals, which was very attractive.

It seemed that he also noticed Zhao Heng's ill intentions, and a trace of vigilance was revealed under the fierce eyes of the fox dog.

The man and the beast confronted each other for a long time.

"Roar...!"

Finally, the fox dog lost his temper and pounced on Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng was quick and dodged again with a sideways move, but the fox dog refused to give up and pounced again.

Zhao Heng dodged continuously, rolling back and forth on the grass in the forest, and narrowly avoided the claws of the fox dog several times.

His behavior undoubtedly further stimulated the foxhound's ferocity. At the same time, it also thought that Zhao Heng was not aggressive, so it boldly rushed towards Zhao Heng.

This time, Zhao Heng also dodged sideways, but at the same time, he threw a punch that had been accumulated for a long time.

"Stone-splitting fist!"

The fist brought a whistling wind and hit the foxhound's waist fiercely.

The foxhound was startled, and its body could not dodge in the void, but it still relied on its strong coordination to twist its body and use its shoulder to resist the punch.

"Bang...!"

With a muffled sound, the foxhound screamed and was directly blasted several meters away.

"It's done!"

After hitting the target, Zhao Heng was overjoyed, but he saw that the foxhound rolled over and actually got up from the ground again.

Although there was a faint blood spilling from the corner of its mouth, looking at its fierce appearance, it was clear that it had not lost its fighting power.

"It can actually withstand the stone-splitting fist."

Zhao Heng sighed in his heart, the body of the mysterious beast was indeed not comparable to that of humans.

After being hit by Zhao Heng's heavy punch, the foxhound not only did not retreat, but became ferocious, roaring, and rushed towards Zhao Heng at a very fast speed, with sharp teeth and claws, attacking Zhao Heng fiercely.

Zhao Heng relied on agility to dodge and fight with it with his stone-splitting fist.

Although he hit the foxhound several times in a row, he only injured it and still failed to kill it. Instead, he had several wounds on his body.

Zhao Heng was depressed. Seeing the foxhound roaring and rushing at him again, he threw both fists at the air.

"Hu...!"

Two handfuls of quicklime were directly sprinkled into the eyes and nasal cavity of the foxhound...

The human "biochemical weapon" immediately made the foxhound learn to be a human being, rolling on the ground in pain.

Without saying a word, Zhao Heng drew out the black gold leopard head knife from his waist, stepped forward and slashed a few times, killing the foxhound completely.

After the battle, Zhao Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"It seems that using a shady trick is more effective."

He slightly processed the foxhound's corpse, peeled off its fur and claws, and stuffed it into the package.

Zhao Heng did not leave immediately, but used a leopard-head knife to quickly dig a round pit on the road he came from, and then inserted a sharpened bamboo pole into it, and covered it with branches and soil.

After doing all this, Zhao Heng climbed up a nearby big tree, lay on the trunk, and adjusted his breath.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Heng faintly heard some movement not far away.

He immediately lowered his body and looked into the distance through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

He saw a young man wearing the clothes of a errand disciple of the Yuhua Sect, sneaking along the route he came from, groping forward, as if he was tracking him.

Zhao Heng recognized the man at a glance. He was also a errand boy in the mining area and a lackey beside Liu Hong.

In fact, as early as when Zhao Heng received the task and left the sect, he found that someone was following him, and he also knew the purpose of these people.

At this moment, he lay on the tree branch without saying a word, watching the man approach step by step.

Finally, he stepped into the trap.

"Plop!"

"Ah...!"

The young man fell into the trap, screamed miserably, and gradually lost his voice.

Then, Zhao Heng jumped down and came to the pit.

He took out a few black crystals from the other party, poured out some corpse powder, dealt with the body, and filled the pit with soil.

After doing all this, Zhao Heng said helplessly: "Don't blame me, I am born timid, you want to harm me, I can only kill you and let you rest in peace, which is the only thing I can do."