Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

One of the paintings depicts a towering mountain peak surrounded by strong air currents, such as a peerless sword, tearing the sky and flowing the stars into a huge starry sky.

The other picture shows the vast desert in the hopelessness. Under the influence of the sandstorm, the waves are swaying, a small figure is on the sand, fighting in the battlefield, fighting to the end of life.

There are also a few scrolls depicting the **** and brutal battlefields, the misty mountains and rivers, and the dark and bottomless canyons.

There are two more pictures, the light and shadow are interlaced, and the colors are colorful. It is like accidentally overturning the ink. It is impossible to see what is drawn.

All the scrolls contain extremely powerful soul power. Li Yao only looked at it and was deeply attracted. It was like nine swirls, which absorbed his soul.

He suddenly appeared on the peaks of the sky, struggling to climb in the whistling wind, rushing to the endless stars.

Suddenly appeared in the depths of the desert, the top of the head is hundreds of millions of tons of gravel raging, he clenched his teeth, tightened his flesh and blood, and struggled to compete.

Suddenly appeared in the valleys of the misty clouds, the crystal clear bottoms of the stream, small bamboo rafts, drifting along the waves, the gods melted between the mountains and rivers, comfortable and comfortable, unrestrained and hopeless.

Even completely melted into the two colorful inks, in the ethereal without me, meticulously understand the mysterious and mysterious mood.

but……

The one he stared at the longest was the ninth picture.

This painting is completely different from the previous eight, but with the most detailed brushstrokes, it depicts a common, common market.

It is a vegetable market with noisy noise, cross-flow of sewage, and shoulder-to-shoulders, filled with vegetables, onions, fresh fish, pork ribs, and beef.

Li Yao’s soul entered the picture and smelled the freshness of the vegetables. The sweetness of the fruit, the strong fish raft; heard the bargaining and quarreling, the sound of "咚咚咚咚". There is also the laughter from the chat in the neighborhood; I also saw a smile that was shining and satisfied.

Li Yao did not know. Why this strong person's understanding of "building a foundation" would be a vegetable market that can be seen everywhere.

He just felt that this picture was faint and resonated with his heart.

The picture gradually blurred, and people's smiles turned into another smoky face.

That was the people who fought side by side with him in Honglian City in the past ten days.

Among them, there are not only veteran oils that have been mixed in the army for more than ten or twenty years; but also rookies who have been enlisted six months ago, have just completed the training of new recruits, and do not understand the fart.

There is a golden dragon who can blast a building with a wave of hands; it is not long before I have awakened Linggen. He looked at him with a respectful eye, and called him a low-level comprehension in the refining period of the "brother."

Faces, whether ordinary people, soldiers or self-cultivators, are intertwined, squinting, squinting at the corners of the mouth, revealing white teeth, and laughing together.

"噗通!噗通!噗通!"

Li Yao’s heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and the speed of blood circulation has suddenly increased tenfold.

Linggen is also driven by some mysterious power, such as the heart beats!

absorb! absorb! The aura contained in flesh and blood is absorbed by the roots. There is no leftover.

"what!"

Li Yao’s eyes burst and his eyes blew under the blood. He only felt that the roots were expanding. Gradually occupy the entire brain.

The invisible psionic tentacles, slowly entangled in the network of nerves and blood vessels, and the body constitute an inseparable system.

"Hey!"

When he can no longer bear it, thinking that the celestial cover must be opened by the roots of the spirit, suddenly there is a sigh in the brain, and the roots of the spirit begin to shrink violently. All the auras contained therein are squeezed into a liquid, just like the nectar There is no visible invisible spiritual tentacles. Flowing to the limbs.

Like the 10,000 flooded rivers, it straddles the body. The left and right rushes, crushing each cluster of nerve endings and each cell.

It is full of vitality in the depths of the river. It is the reorganization of crushed cells and nerve clusters in a flash, becoming more powerful and full of hope.

Nine pieces of "Building Base Catalogue" are glimpsed in front of the eyes, and "Broken" repeatedly bombards his nerves over and over again. Over twenty years of memory are poured into the brain in a flash, in a three-dimensional way. A brightly lit building.

Each nerve ending is filled with liquefied psionic rivers to the extreme. Li Yao emptiness floats in the air, forks his hands and feet, showing a "big" character, and a series of "噼噼啪啪" bursts in the bones. In the blood vessels, there was a roar like a slap in the face, and the rhythm of the heart and the roots gradually coordinated to the same beat, resonating with an unprecedented strong sound!

I do not know how long it has been.

"call……"

Li Yao woke up from the incredible dissidents in the body and found himself lying softly on the ground, his limbs were skinny and the skin was covered with dull mud.

These are the wastes that have just been metabolized.

He has reborn and took a big step on the road to evolution!

In perception, time seems to have passed for a year and a half.

But looking up at the Lingzi wall clock, leaving him into the cultivation room, it was only half an hour passed.

"Successful!"

"The aura of my body is transformed into a liquid, slowly circulating in the newly formed spirit, and the roots have evolved, and the aura can be continuously transformed into a spirit!"

Li Yao wanted to laugh, but he didn't even have the strength to touch his mouth.

"Zizi!"

From the holes in the practice room, a dark blue viscous liquid suddenly flowed out. It is an ultra-high energy nutrient solution specially prepared for the self-cultivator who just built the foundation.

In a short while, Li Yao was suspended in the dark blue nutrient solution. If the hungry ghosts were reborn, all the pores were opened, the wind was cruel, and the spirit was swallowed.

Centered on him, a whirlpool slowly rotates in the cultivation room.

While swallowing, Li Yao's soul is flying into the depths of memory, and can't wait to rush to the tree of memory of Ouyezi.

really!

As he rose to the base period, Ou Yezi's memory tree was further unlocked.

Now the crown of the whole tree of memory is a golden piece, and the depth of his knowledge of the sea shines brilliantly.

"Ouyezi's huge memory after the rise of the foundation period can also be swallowed up by me!"

Li Yao is extremely excited.

In the decades of the refining of the ancestors of the refining of the ancestors, 40 years ago, Ou Yezi was promoted to the foundation period, but many major events occurred.

First, Ouyezi is finally qualified to enter the second floor of the refining tower, and cultivate a deeper refining secret!

Second, the magical road invasion, and even the **** battle, Ouyezi deduced the "one hundred and eight hand cloaks and hammers method" to 189 hands, splendid on the battlefield, murdered twenty-four base period Demonstrator.

Third, Ouyezi was accepted as a disciple by the Baijing reed elders and fishermen, and became the core of the Bailian relics!

This is a memory that Ouyezi began to contact with the core secrets of Bailianzong.

Now all belong to Li Yao, and he can be swallowed up by him.

"Great!"

"As long as the memory fragments of the Ouyezi base period are swallowed up, you can grasp the core secrets of the real hundred refining sects, and refine the sturdy and powerful weapon of the gods!"

"More than 40,000 years ago, the magic road invaded the battlefield, practicing the fierce killing!"

"At the time, even if you face the demon king, you don't have the power to fight back!"

The glittering memory fragments of the road made Li Yao coveted, and I can't wait to start the study of sleepless nights.

But he also knows that it is not the time.

Reluctantly withdrew from the memory fragments of Ouyezi, the soul returned to reality, the viscous dark blue nutrient solution, has become clear and transparent, dull and tasteless.

Among them, there is psionic power, which is inhaled by Li Yao.

Li Yao’s body is once again full and full, as full of life as a newborn baby.

The waste water is quickly drained through the lower water hole in the bottom of the cultivation room. After a while, the air becomes very dry.

Ten round fist targets suddenly fell on the ceiling, driven by the dynamic array, and dexterously shuttled in the air.

Li Yao smiled slightly.

This is his pre-set test session, which is to see how much his strength can be improved after the foundation.

"The speed is still not fast enough, and then increase... three times!"

"Hey!"

Ten boxing targets rotate at a high speed of 30 laps per second, while making irregular flights in midair.

Each fist target has the size of a watermelon, but there is only one fist-sized power-sensing area. Only by directly hitting this power-aware area, it is considered a "hit" to record the power of the punch, otherwise it will fail. .

It is never easy to accurately hit the force-aware area on a punch target that rotates thirty times per second.

Li Yao took a deep breath and his legs were slightly bent. The whole body suddenly burst into a dense momentum!

At first glance, it is more restrained, shrinking, and has a taste of no dew than the refining period.

It is more solid, honest, and endless, without any flaws and omissions.

Li Yao instantly turned into a streamer, and the small cultivation room was filled with hundreds of his afterimages. The surrounding light curtain showed a series of numbers. After a while, the boxing target was hit. sound.

Half a minute later, all the afterimages were condensed into the body of Li Yao in the center of the cultivation room. Ten fist targets shivered and faltered on his head.

Li Yao’s forehead oozes a drop of crystal clear sweat.

He was satisfied with the circular light curtain around him.

On the first light curtain, the numbers shown are all 111.11 kg.

On the second light curtain, the numbers shown are all 222.22 kg.

By analogy, until the tenth light curtain, it is kilograms.

In half a minute, he blasted a hundred punches with the same force on each boxing target. According to the serial number of the boxing target, there was no slight confusion.

This is the power of the foundation-based monk! (To be continued)