The deeper you go into Zhufan, the more dangerous it becomes.
If you weren't a martial artist who had cultivated your internal strength, you would never dare set foot in.
Although this place is unusually dangerous, the opportunities are countless.
All kinds of ferocious beasts, ferocious birds, strange flowers, strange herbs, rare minerals, you can search for them as long as you have the strength.
It is not clear what is inside this Zhufan range, even the top martial artists can only go within 60 miles.
No one has been able to go 70 miles inside and come back alive.
There are also rumors that that year Dao Thanh Nanjo once entered 100 miles of Fujian, and finally returned with a spear.
Nanjo returned to the palace and died three years later.
But that's just a rumor, no one can verify its accuracy.
A month has passed.
Under the big waterfall inside Zhufan.
From this place out, it is estimated about 50 miles.
Nijin was now sitting cross-legged under the waterfall, not a piece of clothing covering his body.
His hair has now grown to his neck and is blue.
They stuck together and stuck to his scalp. The water from above roared down and hit him on the head and back.
Nijins body is now firmer than before, his abdominal muscles are also starting to divide into blocks, his chest muscles are also expanding, a bit masculine.
His face is slim, no longer as angular as before, looking more and more like a woman.
Nijin sat under the waterfall for an hour, then finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell into the lagoon.
Very quickly, Nijin swam to shore.
He wore a costume made from wolf skin, the skin was pure white without any blemishes.
Nijin let out a breath, the white smoke rushed quickly until it was five meters away before it dissipated.
Looking at the smoke disappearing, Nijin looked sluggish.
"It's been more than a month since I entered the Third Stage, and now my body has trained quite well.
What needs to be done now is to cultivate internal skills, but if I keep cultivating slowly like this, two years later, will I be able to step into a first-class master?"
Sighing, Nijin finally had no choice but to put his mind aside.
Get a classic book and start reviewing.
This classic book records an internal mind dharma, called "Van Tuong Phap Dien".
I don't know who created this internal technique. It's not so much about cultivating internal energy, but how to operate internal energy.
Through Nijin's research, most internal mind exercises focus on condensing internal energy and guiding energy into the body.
In fact, very few classics focus on the use and operation of internal energy.
Usually, when a martial artist is in the stage of training his body, he will orient himself to a certain martial art, followed by a martial skill that is suitable for that internal art.
Few people choose martial arts that conflict with the internal arts they are cultivating.
Each internal discipline has a different trajectory of meridians.
If you choose a martial skill that deviates from the way the flow of internal energy passes through, it's easy to run away and become a demon, or else you'll explode and die.
Van Tuong Phap Dien is completely different, it focuses on teaching martial artists how to operate internal energy.
Practicing this internal technique can help martial artists control the flow of internal energy as they wish.
The disadvantage is that it absorbs extremely limited internal force. If ten people practice it, nine people cannot go one step further.
In exchange for the fact that it is very difficult to break through the realm, martial artists who practice this internal technique will be able to use many types of martial arts without causing internal forces to conflict.
However, no martial skill is easy to practice. The average person who masters two or three suitable techniques is already a genius.
A person who practices the Van Phap Tu Dien can at most practice two more subjects and die of old age.
To put it bluntly, this practice is no different from chicken tendons, it's a shame to give it up, no one wants to keep it.
The reason why Nijin is interested in this technique is because it has another use.
People who practice this technique to the level of perfection, in addition to adjusting their internal force according to their thoughts, can also see how the opponent's meridians operate during battle.
What this means? This means that your opponent only needs to mobilize his internal force and you can predict it and then counterattack.
It's truly terrifying, but also very useful.
But the most difficult thing when practicing this internal technique is that cultivators are required to have twice as many meridians as normal people.
Only then can one endure the change of direction and blockage of internal forces that destroy the body.
If you want to practice to perfection, your meridians must be three times wider, and you must reach the level of a master.
For a top expert, the meridians must be three times wider to be able to practice.
Not to mention being a martial artist, even the most famous Blood Marquis that year did not meet the following requirements.
But Nijin agreed, his meridians were very wide, it would not be an exaggeration to say at least seven times that of a normal person.
At this time, as long as he wants, he can enter the sect, and all the difficulties that ordinary people encounter will not cost him any effort.
Moreover, he did not use this practice as his main practice, nor could he let his internal energy flow chaotically.
Nijin just wants to use this technique as a supplement, waiting until this technique is perfect and can read the flow of his opponent's internal energy.
Thinking of this, Nijin did not delay any longer and started cultivating.
Two days later.
Nijin opened his eyes, from his eyes, it could be seen that he was happy.
"And yet, in just two days, I was able to practice to a small level.
Even though internal energy doesn't produce much, it doesn't matter, it's still better than nothing.
Now I have to go find something to eat, then go deeper inside, maybe I can find some strange treasures."
Having finished speaking, Nijin immediately packed up the pile of books and walked deep into Fujian.
Deep in Fujian, at this time, sword clashes rang out.
Brushing away the thorns and branches, he immediately saw in the distance two teams of people and horses rushing to kill each other, the situation was extremely tragic.
On one side were a group of people wearing black clothes, heads covered with black scarves, swords in their hands, extremely high martial arts skills, constantly rushing towards the opposite side, killing crazily.
On the opposite side is a team of centaurs, their whole bodies are uniformly yellow-brown, and on the roof of the car is a flag with the word "Vu" written on it.
The martial arts of this group of people are not uniform, most of them are beginners and above, the leader is a middle-aged man.
This person has a strong body, a fierce face, and a long scar at the corner of his mouth, looking like a horizontal centipede, extremely strange.
In his hand, he held a long spear, and every time he stabbed it, a man in black would fall down.
"Hmph! Which wild bandit dares to come and rob Da Vu mountain site? You don't want to die."
The middle-aged man with a long spear swung his spear, and a man in black was sent flying. He then retracted his spear and roared.
"Humph! You don't need to say much, I give you two options.
One is to spend it and then get out, the other is to bury the body here.
Do you think that you, a second-class expert alone, can protect them?" A man in black walked out from the crowd, looked at the middle-aged man, and replied coldly.
"Who are you? How do you know that the car is not cargo?" The middle-aged man with a large scar looked shocked and struggled with every word.
"Princess Viem Quoc, you tell them to leave, then return to the national capital.
If you don't listen, I'll just have to kill you."
The assassin leader shouted coldly.
Inside a horse-drawn carriage were two girls, looking nervous, huddled in a corner.
These two girls, one dressed in precious flowers, have white skin, phoenix eyes, meticulously braided hair, and precious jewelry.
This girl's age was no more than 17 years old, her whole body exuded nobility, it was obvious that she was the princess of the Yan Kingdom.
The girl next to her was dressed much more simply. Although her face was not as outstanding as the princess's, she was still a beauty.
She now tried to act calm and comfort her master.
After all, that princess was a person of high status, so her face quickly turned serious.
She took a deep breath, lifted the curtain, stepped out of the carriage, and the maid immediately followed.
"I have the royal father's edict to go to Wukan to choose a concubine. I don't know why you want to block our way. Who ordered you to stop us? Is it the Crown Prince?" The princess went down, her eyes swept over the group of black-shirted assassins, and in her hand, she still held a letter and asked casually.
"Princess, why bother asking me, you know I won't answer.
Today you only have two choices, one is for me to bring your corpses home, two is for you to obediently follow us home.
You choose."
The leader did not answer, but waved the knife in his hand and opened his mouth to ask.
"Ngo Tieu Dau.
This time it's really troublesome for you. I really didn't expect that I would leave the imperial city so carefully and someone would still find me.
Please put your weapons away, I can't involve you anymore."
The princess opened her mouth to advise the big man with a scar on his cheek, her tone was bitter.
The middle-aged guy called Vu Tieu could only withdraw his spear. He looked at the princess for a while, and in the end, said nothing.
"Very well, please get in the car, princess, we will escort you back to Viem Kingdom safely."
The black-shirted assassin nodded and smiled, ordering a subordinate to drive over.
At that moment, above the tree canopy, a sword rushed like lightning.
Just hearing a "thump" sound, the assassin leader's right arm fell to the ground.
The leader of the assassins is truly beyond words.
The sword was rushing at a very fast speed, thinking it would stab him in the neck, but he unexpectedly blocked it with a wave of his hand.
Fortunately, he wasn't paying attention at that time and just waved his hand to order his subordinates to take the car, otherwise he probably could have swung his knife to stop it.
"Who? Want to die!" The assassin leader roared angrily, holding a knife in his left hand and shouting.
"You guys dare to come to Wukan's border to cause chaos. It seems like the Viem Quoc of you think that Wukan is easy to provoke?" A male voice echoed from above the tree canopy, direction unknown.
The scar-faced big man was so happy, his long spear was once again raised, stabbing at the assassin leader.
The assassin leader's face turned pale, knowing that he was currently no match for the scar-faced big man.
Moreover, there was still an expert above his head staring at him, gritting his teeth and shouting.
"Withdraw"
The scar-faced group of people did not chase after them but retracted their spears, clasped their hands, and spoke towards the tree.
"Your Excellency Vu Huynh, the leader of Da Vu mountain site, agreed to escort Princess Viem Quoc to Wukan this time.
Thank you for your help, otherwise our face will be lost."
The person on the treetop seemed to have gone far away, and no one responded.
Princess Viem Quoc didn't see anyone responding, but she didn't lose any sense of politeness. She bowed and spoke softly.
"This palace, Viem Nguyet, thanks the hero for helping out. I wonder if the hero can appear in person to meet once?"
Still, no one answered, the whole forest only had the sound of wind blowing through the leaves.
"That expert must have left.
Princess, let's get out of here quickly, if we wait too long something could happen."
The scar-faced middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Then please bother Vu Tieu Dau."
After Princess Yan Nguyet finished speaking, she turned her head and looked towards the tree canopy. Seeing no one appeared, she finally had to enter the carriage and lower the curtain.
The group moved forward very quickly, but no one cleaned up the corpses.
It's normal for people in the world to be self-conscious, to die on the street, to die in the market, and to be torn to pieces by wild animals.
Waiting for the convoy to go away, a figure suddenly appeared.
If it's not Nijin, then who is it? He carefully explored for a while, knowing that no one was watching, he used the technique.
Ha Thi Pho Linh Sutra quickly moved, green light emitted from the pile of corpses, following Nijin's hand and entering the body.
In just two breaths the pile of corpses had withered, slowly shriveling up like a mummy.
Nijin closed her eyes to try to calm his emotions, unable to let his heart rate speed up.
Nijin knows that out of ten parts of this Ha Thi Phi Linh sutra, eight parts are demonic techniques.
But he still practiced, he had to practice so he could become stronger, stronger as quickly as possible.
The scariest point of this technique is that it can absorb the spirituality of all things.
As long as you are born with spirituality, you can suck.
Are not! It must be said that this spirit-eating characteristic belongs to Jiangsu.
In legend, every time this butterfly breaks its cocoon, it drains the spirituality of creatures in its path.
That's why it's called Jiangsu. No matter where it goes, the creatures there will turn into dried corpses.
Nijin's face was extremely ugly.
He wants to be strong, but to be strong he must absorb spirituality from all kinds of geniuses, creatures, and even humans.
But if he continues to smoke recklessly, he will slowly fall into a coma, slowly turn into Qinghai, will form a cocoon, and turn into a butterfly.
He didn't want that, he had to stay awake.
Last time, after draining the spirituality and blood of the guard of Bach Trung Lau, he immediately recognized it.
If he absorbs the spirituality from the living, Qinghai's power will increase.
And if he sucks spirits from dead creatures or plants that have given birth to spirituality, he and Qinghai both receive equal energy.
If he absorbs the spirituality of a creature that someone else has just killed, he will receive six million energy back.
Of course, Nijin is not too clear about what spirituality is.
Last time he killed a big white wolf, he couldn't find any spirituality.
Another time he picked up a hundred-year-old ginseng root and discovered that this ginseng had a strand of spirituality.
He investigated all the way, clues gradually appeared, but in the end, he still could not come to a certain conclusion.
There was something he realized.
Only someone with the same level of strength as him can absorb his spirituality.
And if he absorbs the spirituality of weaker, lower-level people, all that energy will be eaten up by the Qinghai.
After experiencing pain many times, Nijin now really does not dare to smoke indiscriminately.
He is now only a few steps away from turning into a woman.
As long as his chest protrudes a little more, his butt sticks out a little more, his lower body shrinks, he will be completely done.
He has experimented and suffered enough losses. If he doesn't suppress this insect now, he will definitely die.
Taking a deep breath, Nijin's eyes were determined, walking deep into Fujian.