One Hundred and Ninety-Six Traces of Fairy Power
The power contained in the thousand-eyed blood eye stone is incomparably huge, washing away the body.
The qi and blood in Zong Shou's body boiled, and all the true energy and soul power were sublimated.
But Zong Shou forcibly suppressed him, never crossing that line.
At this time, he subconsciously remembered Xiuguan's warning from before - entering the country too fast, be careful and follow the lessons learned!
Not only the first person in the Cloud Realm, but also Long Ying and Lin Xuanshuang were also worried.
At this time, with the help of the Thousand Eyes Blood Eye Stone, he can easily enter the late stage of the immortal rank.
However, this also means that there may be hidden dangers of unstable foundations?
So right now, is it necessary? And whether there is enough confidence to keep one's own foundation unaffected.
"To enter the Emperor Qin's Tomb, every piece of strength is precious. If you can step into the late stage of the fairyland, your combat power will increase by nearly two times. This opportunity can be said to be something you can only wish for."
Zong Shou was meditating silently, but at this moment, a phantom of himself appeared in his mind.
Show everything about yourself one by one.
——True form of the Tao, black and white Dharma appearance, and a sea of yin and yang mixed together.
There are also all physical and magical powers mastered, all martial arts and spiritual methods, all displayed.
In the visualization of spiritual thoughts, streams and springs appeared, and finally converged in one place.
Is one's own Dao foundation vain?
Zong Shou watched silently, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face.
"It was really hit by Uncle Xiuguan! My Dao foundation is indeed a little unstable. However, it's just a small rank, so it's okay to go across the country—"
Some influence, but it doesn't matter. It only takes a little world to complete it.
Opening his eyes, Zong Shou's starlight flashed. No longer trying to suppress it deliberately, and then a huge Gang Qi gushed out from within his body and spread out in all directions.
With physical strength, energy and blood surging, it was almost an easy task, and he had already crossed that boundary!
Late Wonderland!
True energy and soul power are being purified, but Zong Shou is gradually sinking into meditation.
Sitting cross-legged like a dead tree. The whole body seemed to be dead, without any energy. When the breath is closed, even all the pores on the whole body are tightened, and the soul consciousness almost disappears without a trace.
The whole body is almost isolated from the world, completely divided into two worlds, inside and outside.
This weird situation. Even Xuanyuanyi was shocked when he entered Kong Yao. If it wasn't for Zong Shou's body, he would still feel warm, almost doubting that Zong Shou had died and sat down.
After a whole year like this, Zong Shou woke up from the state of suspended animation after another ten days had passed outside the Zhouguang Palace. Just because he now has an extra letter in his hand.
It was the news from the imperial capital that the Chongxuan National Master had disappeared.
Only in the capital, a fake body was left behind. And Yuanchen Emperor Yin Yu has not been close to his officials for three days. Legend has it that at this time, he was ill.
In addition, after mobilizing countless monks to investigate the real location of the Emperor Qin's tomb, they finally had some clues.
"Is there any action already? It's really Jiujiu Chongyang—"
At this time, the skin all over his body was covered with a layer of purple aura.
Zong Shou frowned, restrained his mana a little bit, and then suppressed the purple pressure all over his body.
"It is said that in ancient times, those who achieved high levels of Taoism all had purple energy in their bodies. They really do not deceive me."
These purple auras are actually caused by the entanglement between the inner world and the outer world.
At this time, Zong Shou has already achieved great success in his inner world, and his body is almost equivalent to a complete world.
And the next step is to continuously expand and grow this 'world'.
During this period of time, he isolated the inside and outside in order to completely stabilize this 'inner land'.
Zong Shou also used the method of internal inspection to examine the inside of the body, and he could feel a very special breath in the body, circulating between the chakras and the sea of souls in the body. It actually possesses the two properties of real power and soul power at the same time.
"Is this the so-called Xianli?"
Zong Shou was thoughtful, according to the Taoist scriptures, monks below the fairyland, once they step into the godland, cannot master more than 30% of the spiritual and martial arts. Then it will be difficult to step into the holy realm for the rest of your life. Only in rare cases can it be successful.
And the reason for this is that true power and soul energy can be transformed into immortal power when they are combined in the inner world.
Before the holy land, the stronger and more immortal power transformed in the body, the more pure it is, the higher the possibility of stepping into the holy land.
But generally speaking, immortal power needs to be generated in the divine realm.
Here, he appeared a realm ahead of time, and he was quite pure.
However, with his current 50% integration of spirit and martial arts, it is not too surprising.
When he was young, he was already able to achieve 20% of the integration of spirit and martial arts.
After that, without raising a big realm, the degree of fusion of soul power and true energy can be increased by 10%.
When it comes to fairyland, it is exactly 50%.
A full half of the fusion rate, compared to others, really has too many advantages.
At this time, many gifted monks have just completed the integration of spirit and martial arts, at most only 20%.
At this time, although there was only a trace of the 'immortal power' in his body, it was still a pleasant surprise.
"But I don't know how powerful it is?"
With a thought, Zong Shou took a top-notch magic weapon in his hand.
With a little force, the object was in his palm, and it was squeezed into a discus. The array inside only persisted for a moment.
Zong Shou was stunned for a moment before recovering.
The reason why cultivators in the divine realm can look down on the fairyland is because of the existence of this immortal power.
At this time, he possessed it early, which means that he has mastered the power of some fairyland monks in advance.
However, he was able to crush the supreme magic weapon with his fleshy palm, and it was also because his physical body was already extremely tyrannical.
Zong Shou took out the Refining Sword and poured that trace of immortal power into the sword.
From the tip of the sword, a three-foot-long purple sword aura suddenly spewed out, which was unparalleled in sharpness.
If Zong Shou hadn't restrained him in time, he would have almost scratched the wall.
"If this sword is slashed out, the power of the sword will be at least ten times stronger than before! It is more suitable for the sword intent of the soul realm—"
It's a pity that the amount is too small, and it can only be used up to three times a day.
The power of these three swords can even be compared with Ye Xuan's full-strength Dahuan Zhenjian.
However, after these three swords, it will take a whole day to recover.
Smiling, Zong Shou was satisfied, and with a thought, he took the Book of Time back into his soul sea.
He has occupied this inner sanctum for nearly four months, and will continue to do so. That person from the Sword Buddha sect can't say it on the surface, but he is probably anxious in his heart.
And at this time, the spirit stones are exhausted, and only the last part is left as a spare, and there is no more to continue.
After walking out of the Zhouguang Hall, Zongshou looked towards the west. At this time, the distance, the ninth day of September, is only three days away, and it is just a snap of the fingers.