Chapter 534 Spiritual Pressure

In the dark wilderness, the cold wind howled by.

There was heavy snowfall, and the sky and the earth were completely white.

The two figures intertwined and entangled, and each staggered back.

Black sand and blood kept gushing out from his mouth and nose, looking as terrifying as a ghost.

He gasped for breath, narrowed his eyes and looked forward, looking for the strange young man.

After taking a few breaths, Heisha couldn't help but gasp, his eyes full of surprise and even an unspeakable fear.

Click!

Click click click!

Wei Tao slowly stood up from the snow.

He looked extremely miserable now.

The linen cloth used as clothing had long since disappeared, revealing the scarred body underneath.

The left leg was almost twisted into a twist, exposing the white bone stubble.

The chest, abdomen and arms were charred black, as if just a light touch would cause large pieces of debris to fall like soot.

In addition, there were deep wounds on both cheeks, and the gums inside could be clearly seen.

"You're injured like this, but you're not dead yet."

Heisha spoke, his voice no longer as cold and disdainful as before, sounding increasingly weak and hoarse.

Wei Tao tried to move his body, and with a slight movement, countless tiny debris scattered on the snow.

"The old gentleman is still alive, so naturally I can't die alone."

He swallowed a mouthful of blood and continued with a dull expression, "You are very strange. In other words, after a confrontation, everything here gave me a strange feeling."

The sound was mixed with the howling cold wind, sounding mechanical and dull, and seemed to have an abnormal sizzling noise.

"If we continue, we will definitely both suffer losses, and we will most likely die together in the wilderness on a snowy night."

Heisha took a deep breath of the cool air and slowly exhaled a stream of scarlet blood mist. "How about you and I each take a step back and call it a truce? Young man, what do you think of my proposal?"

"I think the old gentleman's proposal is very good."

"But before we really say goodbye and leave, can the old gentleman tell me what exactly is Ling Yuan?"

Wei Tao stood motionless. If he hadn't been making sounds, he would have seemed to have lost all life and turned into a cold corpse.

"Not even Lingyuan knows that he can force me to this extent. I'm afraid no one will believe it if I tell him about it."

Heisha sighed and looked straight ahead, as if there were ripples rising from the depths of his eyes.

The atmosphere also became a little depressing at this moment.

It wasn't until he let out a second sigh that the increasingly heavy atmosphere quietly broke.

"Everything in the world has spiritual veins in the body, just like the heaven and earth also have spiritual veins, just like any spiritual sect is founded on the spiritual veins of heaven and earth.

Even mortals and beasts have their own spiritual veins. They are just relatively thin, while those with deep spiritual veins can embark on the path of cultivation. "

"As for Lingyuan, it is the source of circulation in the spiritual veins. It cannot be seen or touched, but it can be clearly perceived by truly intelligent beings, and it can absorb and transform it for its own use, so as to condense the spirit and produce spiritual consciousness. This step can be regarded as building a Taoist body, and it is also the watershed between monks and mortals..."

Wei Tao listened silently and suddenly asked, "Besides Lingyuan, are there any other cultivation systems?"

"Besides Lingyuan, other cultivation systems?"

Heisha suddenly laughed, "I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I have heard such interesting words. If you go to tell stories under the overpass, you may be able to support yourself better than being a hunting farmer."

"It's just a pity. You shouldn't have given me enough time to restore my breathing."

Before he finished speaking, Heisha's body suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Suddenly an afterimage flashed past.

When he reappeared, he appeared behind Wei Tao with a sharp blast.

He opened his fingers, and pale flames ignited in his palms, like a will-o'-the-wisp lightning falling down.

A crushing chill suddenly spread out, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, making the already cold weather even worse.

The two figures separated as soon as they touched each other. Heisha staggered back a few steps. His right chest was obviously collapsed, and it seemed that at least two ribs were missing.

There was also a fist-sized transparent wound on the upper shoulder, and a large amount of thick blood was gushing out from it.

Even the eyeball was missing, leaving only a dark hole filled with scarlet flesh and blood.

Wei Tao remained silent, casually throwing away the pale bone stick in his hand, as if throwing away a piece of useless garbage.

"This didn't fool you. You actually still retain such terrifying mobility."

Kurosa's pupils shrank and he muttered to himself.

He stared closely at the figure standing up again not far away, his eyes falling on the other person's more twisted and broken body, and he could not suppress the feeling of fear in his heart.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has never encountered such an enemy.

He looked like he was about to die.

It was like a crumbling, dilapidated stone house that seemed to collapse in the next moment.

It seems that just walking over and giving it a kick can turn it into a worthless ruin.

But when he actually kicked it up, he realized that instead of being destroyed, the house was hit hard by falling bricks and stones, which brought his already seriously injured body to the verge of collapse.

"Spiritual veins, spiritual essence, absorb and transform them for your own use, condense the spirit to produce spiritual consciousness, and then you can transform the physical body to build a Taoist body. This is the path of cultivation that the old man just told me."

Wei Tao moved his eyes away from the bone stick, looked up at the black and white sky, and an increasingly puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"But I still feel that you are very strange, including the dark and silent wilderness, the flying snow, everything is very strange, and I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think."

"You are strange, you are the one who makes me confused!"

"Even if I die, I will drag you into the ground!"

Heisha seemed to be in madness, and the only remaining eye rippled again, as if stirring up a surging wave, and then projected a hazy and foggy chaotic light, covering and illuminating the vast snow in front of him.

Wei Tao couldn't help but squint his eyes, and at this moment he suddenly fell into an unpredictable situation.

The dark wilderness, the vast white snow, and the black sand that he had just plucked from his chest and shoulders were gone. All he could see was a gray haze.

But this was not the point. What really made him feel stressed was the murderous intent hidden in the hazy gray fog.

It was as if he was in a hail of bullets, and his whole body was undergoing violent impacts every moment.

His broken body was constantly squeezed and ravaged.

The extreme pain brought a real feeling.

Wei Tao gradually calmed down, and in the increasingly strong tearing pain, he explored and understood deeply, capturing and looking for the source of his discomfort.

Time passed little by little.

The two stood silently in the dark.

None of them moved, allowing the white snow to cover their bodies, and soon they looked like two ice sculptures.

I don’t know how long it will take.

Maybe it was just a very short moment.

Suddenly, a muffled bang broke the deathly silence in the depths of the wilderness.

Heisha covered his only remaining eye, and dark red blood gushed out from between his fingers.

He took two steps back, his legs softened and he fell to the ground, his body trembling violently, and he kept muttering to himself.

"Fire, white fire, suddenly turned into golden red."

"Demons, demons as big as mountains."

"There are more than one of them, but there are many. The rotten corpses hidden in the depths of the darkness are simply unimaginable and extremely terrifying."

"What is that, two scarlet suns, hanging high in the center of the dark void, still reflecting the bloody light on me.

No, this is not the sun, but a pair of eyes, bloody eyes rising from behind the corpses of those demons..."

Heisha looked crazy, talking incoherently, and suddenly shut up without any sign.

He slowly put down his arms that covered his eyes, and the two bloody holes stared straight ahead, as if the scene he just saw was frozen and enlarged at this moment, allowing him to clearly see every detail.

"Those two bloody red suns are actually your eyes. It turns out that you are the strange demon!"

Heisha's expression was ferocious, and he screamed shrilly, suppressing the whistling wind. .

Then there was another muffled bang.

His head also exploded suddenly with a scream, and dark red blood, white broken bones, and pink brain matter splattered everywhere, covering the surrounding ground in an instant.

"I haven't felt enough pain yet, but I didn't expect you to be dead."

"Death by self-explosion of the head is a new way of suicide that even I have never seen before."

Not far away, Wei Tao closed his eyes, raised his hand to wipe off the little debris on his lips, and fell into motionless contemplation again.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled a breath of bloody turbid air, and a look of realization flashed across his brows, "So this is Ling Yuan, the source of power winding through the spiritual veins."

"Now I only need a little grip to borrow strength, and I can truly grasp the true meaning of Ling Yuan, and then I can practice and improve step by step."

Thinking of this, he immediately moved his weak and tired body, came close to Heisha's headless body, and carefully explored his clothes bit by bit.

After more than a dozen breaths, Wei Tao showed a disappointed look on his face. In addition to a completely black bone fragment in his hand, he had no other valuable gains, let alone finding a complete method of practicing Ling Yuan.

However, the things that Heisha could carry with him would not be useless garbage.

He took a deep breath, quickly gathered all his thoughts, and focused his attention on the bone fragment in his hand that seemed to be burnt.

Time passed bit by bit.

Even though Wei Tao made various efforts and constantly concentrated his spirit, he still gained nothing.

"I didn't feel anything like I did just now. Could it be that this bone piece is worthless?"

"No, based on my experience with Heisha, he would never carry useless things.

So the biggest possibility is not the bone piece, but that I failed to grasp the essence of spiritual practice, so I was like a headless fly, but I couldn't break through the barrier in front of me."

"It's still a little wrong. In the last battle with Heisha just now, I was able to capture and sense the existence of the so-called spiritual essence, which means that there is actually no problem with me."

"So where is the problem hidden?"

After countless unsuccessful attempts, Wei Tao stared at the bone piece and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and a wave of light flashed in his eyes.

Chi! ! !

Suddenly, blood flew and splashed all over the ground.

"It actually works."

"The intense pain brought me different feelings, and also allowed me to once again sense the existence and operation of the spiritual energy in the bone fragments."

"It's not very clear yet, which means the pain is not strong enough. More wounds need to be enlarged and torn apart to gain a deeper understanding of the movement of spiritual energy within the bone fragments."

Wei Tao's face was expressionless, while widening the healing wounds on his body, he stared at the ink-colored bone fragment, with two groups of almost crazy scarlet looming in the depths of his eyes.

Quietly, the illusory status bar appeared in front of me.

A new column finally appeared in the exercise interface.

"This is the path of spiritual cultivation that I discovered by observing the bone fragments, so it is appropriate that there is no name for the technique."

Wei Tao thought for a moment and made an immediate decision, "In the realm of Taixu, if you practice Lingyuan, then this method can be called the Spirit of Taixu."

Uh-huh! ! !

The status bar suddenly becomes blurry.

When it became clear again, the description of Taixu Spirit was already displayed.

Name: Spirit of Taixu.

Progress: 10 percent.

Status: Beginner.

"Whether to consume a gold coin to increase the progress of Taixu Spirit's cultivation."

Wei Tao didn't hesitate much and directly chose yes.

Uh-huh...

The mysterious atmosphere came quietly.

Like a trickling stream, it sinks into the body silently.

Almost at the same time, changes began unconsciously.

Wei Tao suddenly slapped his chest and abdomen with his palm, then held his breath and concentrated on the perception.

As time went by, two double images seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and his vision became hazy.

Nearby is a dark wilderness with heavy snow.

And the void quietly ripples, like ripples in water extending forward.

In the distance there was chaos.

There seems to be a faint light shining inside, but it is difficult to see clearly.

Time passed quietly.

Finally, amidst the howling of the biting cold wind, the ascension of the Taixu Spirit was announced to be completed.

From 10% progress to 20% getting better.

Wei Tao slowly opened his eyes, silently stared at the exercise interface, and put in the second gold coin without hesitation.

In the next period of time, the gold coins disappeared one by one, and the mysterious aura became stronger and stronger and entered the body, continuously leading the Taixu Spirit's practice deeper.

From twenty to thirty, and then to forty or fifty, the path has been climbing rapidly towards a higher level.

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"This is where you fought with Black Sand?"

The group of people entered the abandoned village and soon came to the dilapidated stone house that was on the verge of collapse.

Several attendants quickly separated, each occupying key positions in the surrounding area, and carefully observed.

Two more people stepped forward and opened the door, revealing bloodstains all over the floor and a stiff corpse with a distorted face.

The white wolf who was missing an arm looked bleak and said cautiously, "When we return to Mr. Mo, I and a few companions followed him all the way and blocked Heisha's path here."

The young man in white didn't say anything and entered the house to observe carefully.

Time passed little by little.

The white wolf's expression also became more frightened.

She didn't dare to raise her head, so she could only observe Mr. Mo's movements with her peripheral vision, waiting with fear for his response.

Finally, he stood up slowly from beside a corpse and spoke gently with a smile on his face.

"Although you are weak enough and have not understood the true meaning of Ling Yuan at all, your sense of smell and judgment are only so-so. And you can escape such a long distance in the middle of the night, so you have not insulted the nickname of the Four Wolves."

"Thank you so much for your appreciation. I will be willing to serve as a hunting dog for you and help you for the rest of my life..."

Bai Lang's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.

But at the next moment, a cold star flashed quietly.

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The eyes that he raised with difficulty were filled with extreme doubts and fear, as if he didn't believe what was happening.

The blood slipped quietly and soon formed a small pool of blood underneath him.

There was a soft pop sound, and the white wolf fell softly to the ground, his lips still moving, and he didn't know what he was struggling to say.

"Now that I have found the traces of black sand and allowed me to sense the spiritual energy breath he left behind, she is of no use."

Mr. Mo took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on his fingertips, "Let her die together with her companions, which will end their friendship with the Four Wolves of Xiaoshan Mountain. It can also be regarded as a thoughtful gift I gave her to express my gratitude." ”

As he spoke, he walked out of the dilapidated stone house.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction, "Heisha is right in front, and he is seriously injured. There is no way he can escape from my grasp."

Speaking of this, Mr. Mo showed a twisted smile on his face, "When I think of being able to enter the spiritual spring to practice, and then get Miss Qiu's fairy body to carve, my heart can't help but feel hot, even the overwhelming snow and wind. It cannot be extinguished."

Uh-huh...

A cold wind blew by, blowing up a large pile of snow.

Mr. Mo has disappeared in front of the stone house.

An hour later.

He stopped on the bank of a frozen river and looked at the jungle ahead, the smile on his face becoming more and more ferocious.

"Heisha's spiritual energy is getting clearer and clearer. He should be hiding in the forest to heal his wounds, and then start escaping again after he recovers."

"If it was the Black Sand monster in his prime, I would have retreated and not confronted him head-on, but since the old thing is already seriously injured and dying, he can only be my stepping stone and help me in..."

"Huh!?"

"The Black Sand's breath suddenly disappeared."

"What is that!?"

"What happened in the forest ahead!?"

Mr. Mo narrowed his eyes suddenly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

An almost fantastic scene was reflected inside.

Boom! ! !

It was as if a giant air-blast bomb exploded above the jungle.

In an instant, the wind and snow were forced away, forming a large cavity.

Shock waves followed.

Even a small-scale earthquake was triggered.

The snow and mud mixed together, like violent rolling waves.

With the jungle as the center, waves surged in all directions.

"It's actually spiritual pressure, almost reaching the level of explosion!"

Mr. Mo struggled to stabilize his body, the smile on his face had long disappeared, replaced by extreme surprise and confusion, and uncontrollable fear mixed in.

Boom! ! !

Another thunder exploded.

There was also an almost crazy roar, which came with the rumbling thunder.

"My bone fragments are broken!"

"Only pain is real, not enough pain, still not enough pain!"

Puff!

Mr. Mo was hit by a big rock, and the whole person rolled and flew out.

Blood spilled all over the ground, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

But in extreme fear, that voice was like a spell, circling and echoing in his mind, almost occupying all his consciousness and thoughts.

"Only pain is real, there are countless spiritual cultivators in the world, and I actually found a real fellow!"

"But who is he, why is he so strong, so strong that I can't resist it with spiritual pressure at such a long distance!"

Boom! ! !

The terrifying shock wave hit him again.

It hit his body violently, causing tearing pain everywhere.

Mr. Mo seemed to be unaware of this, and he was completely crazy.

Until his eyes went black and he fell to the ground, and was deeply buried by a large amount of dirty snow.