Chapter 567: The Monkey's Hometown
Qingyang first controlled the flying sword to fly high in the sky. When he flew to a height of several dozen feet, he finally felt a little uncomfortable. It was not that he did not dare to continue flying high, but that his strength was too low and he was not sure. He was not particularly skilled in controlling the flying sword. At such a high altitude, if something happened, there was no place to borrow strength except the flying sword under his feet. What should he do if he got hurt?
After trying the height, Qingyang tried the speed of flying with the sword. If it was used to the extreme, it could even be compared with the speed of controlling the flying sword to attack. However, the load of the mind was too great, and the consumption of the true energy was also serious, and it could not last long at all. Moreover, the speed of the flying sword was too fast, and Qingyang's body was difficult to stand on the flying sword. He would fall down if he was not careful.
After many verifications, Qingyang finally found out the most suitable height and speed for his current flying sword. The height should be controlled at about ten feet, and the speed is about one hundred miles per hour, which is almost the same as Qingyang's speed on the ground.
Even so, with Qingyang's current strength, he can only hold on for about an hour at a time. If he holds on for longer, he will be overloaded and must stop to rest for a while. However, he is only in the Qi Refining Stage now. After he breaks through the Foundation Establishment Stage, the situation should be much better.
The flying speed is similar to the speed of traveling. It seems that there is no advantage, but in fact, the benefits are not small. Flying with a sword first represents a kind of strength and status. Only when the cultivation reaches a certain level can one fly with a sword, and others can only envy.
Secondly, it can shorten a lot of distance. There are not so many obstacles and interferences on the ground. Thirdly, the field of vision is wide. The observation range is wider in the sky, and any danger can always be discovered in advance.
Yehoupo is also in the Qingfeng Mountains, and it is only thousands of miles away from the Qingfeng Palace Immortal Gate. Qingyang flew for a while, rested for a while, and walked for a while. It only took ten days to rush to the old place of Yehoupo.
Twenty years have passed, and Yehoupo has hardly changed at all. As soon as Qingyang stepped onto the hillside, countless demon monkeys appeared, constantly peeping at Qingyang in the grass, behind the mound, in the cracks of the stone, and on the branches. It was just that Qingyang's aura was released, and these demon monkeys felt Qingyang's aura, knowing that he was obviously not easy to mess with, so no demon monkey dared to rush out to block the way.
When Qingyang gradually approached the top of the mountain, the demon monkeys finally couldn't help it. First, they were agitated, and then a large group of demon monkeys surrounded the monkey king and blocked the way.
The strength of the monkey king was about the peak of the second level. It should be that after the original monkey king was taken away by Qingyang, he was re-elected from the remaining second-level demon monkeys. However, demon monkeys don't know how to practice, and their advancement depends entirely on instinct. Therefore, after twenty years, they have not evolved to the third level.
The new monkey king also felt the threat of Qingyang. He knew that he was not Qingyang's opponent, but thinking that their nest was behind him, he could only stand up.
Qingyang couldn't help but smile at the monkeys' fierce appearance, and then he moved his mind and released the iron-armed spirit monkey. The Iron-armed Monkey seemed to have guessed what this place was. As soon as he showed his head, he released all his aura and roared with joy at the demon monkeys in front of him.
The Iron-armed Monkey has now reached the fourth level, two levels higher than the strongest demon monkey on the scene. The suppression effect of the level is amplified a lot among the same kind. Hearing the roar of the Iron-armed Monkey, the demon monkeys all prostrated themselves on the ground, even the new monkey king was no exception.
Then the Iron-armed Monkey gradually withdrew his aura, and the monkeys finally recognized their former king. Although the Iron-armed Monkey should have left here for twenty years, the demon monkeys were more awed by him, not only because he was their former king, but also because of his improved strength.
Qingyang didn't understand the animal language either. He only felt that the monkeys were screaming and screaming, which almost made his ears deaf. After a long time, the whole monkey group gradually quieted down, and then the whole monkey group surrounded Qingyang and the Iron-armed Monkey and came to the demon monkey cave.
After not coming here for 20 years, the demon monkey cave has not changed much. The only difference is that there is more monkey spirit wine in the pool than when Qingyang left. It should be accumulated in the past 20 years.
On the other side of the cave, Qingyang found the stone chamber opened by Wuyou Sanren. When Qingyang left, he did not block the entrance of the stone chamber with stones. However, the demon monkeys seemed to regard it as a forbidden area. They have not entered it in these years. It looks very clean.
With the improvement of strength, the stones that Qingyang and the Monkey King had to work together to move can now be moved easily by one person. After cleaning up the stone chamber a little, Qingyang sealed himself in the stone chamber with stones, and was ready to die if he failed.
As for the Iron Arm Spirit Monkey, Qingyang left him outside, firstly to let him reunite with the demon monkeys, and secondly to lead the monkeys outside to be on guard, so that they would have time to react when they encountered danger.
After making all the preparations, Qingyang took out a cushion from the object-receiving talisman and sat cross-legged on the stone bed against the wall, eliminating all external interference, calming his mind and practicing the exercises.
Breaking through the foundation-building stage is a very difficult process, and it cannot be sloppy at all. Qingyang patiently spent half a month to adjust his state, until he felt that he had adjusted all aspects to the best, then he reached out and took out a foundation-building pill and put it in his mouth.
After the pill entered his mouth, the medicinal power was gradually released, and then it spread into Qingyang's limbs and meridians. Qingyang only felt a bang, and the true energy in his body seemed to boil, gathering madly in the meridians. Before he could react, the gathered true energy rushed to the dantian again.
This feeling is like a flood suddenly flowing into a small river, and the amount of this flood is still increasing, and there is a danger of bursting the dam at any time. The meridians are invisible and intangible, but they are real. When the violent spiritual energy raged in Qingyang's meridians, the invisible, intangible, but ubiquitous pain suddenly hit him, and his face changed color.
It was as if countless ants were drilling around, as if countless bees were stinging all over the body, sometimes sore and numb, sometimes painful, everywhere, but nowhere to find. This kind of pain is really difficult for Qingyang to describe in any words, making people unbearable.
I don't know how long it took, it seemed that only one or two hours had passed, it seemed that ten days and half a month had passed, and it seemed that a full century had passed. The pain in my body gradually disappeared, and the foundation-building pill in my mouth also shrank a little bit, from longan to peanut size, from peanut to soybean size, and from soybean to sesame and mung bean size, until it finally disappeared.