My life of martial arts training

After nearly a month of practice, the second Qi Sea has gone from being in tatters to being leaky on all sides, which is a big improvement.

According to this trend, if nothing unexpected happens, the second Qi Sea should be able to be repaired in one or two years.

He separated a trace of his mind and returned to the first Qi Sea.

Chi Chi!

Accompanied by the scorching of the Yang Qi, this trace of mind was instantly worn out.

"It's a pity that I can't sacrifice my organs to grow rapidly like in the Tempering Body Realm." Shen Yuan looked at the Red Sun Furnace entangled by four tentacles and couldn't help sighing.

Once he used the Red Sun Furnace, he might not be able to restrain the second Qi Sea, and all his efforts would be in vain.

Without the Red Sun Furnace, although his realm was much faster than others, it was simply unbearable to watch compared to before.

In order to break through the Qi Condensation Realm, the Qi Sea needs to be continuously strengthened to nourish the mind.

In simple terms, it is to turn the gaseous Qi into a viscous liquid, improve the quality of the Qi, and then it can carry the mind.

If Shen Yuan cultivates at the current speed, it will take four or five years for his Qi to become liquid. Of course, this is only under normal circumstances. As the attributes are improved, this time will be shortened accordingly.

For other people, breaking through the Qi Condensation Realm in four or five years is something they dare not even think about. Even the current Sikong Sheng, who has no shortage of resources and time, has still wasted nearly eight years in the Qi Condensation Realm and is still condensing Qi.

So the difficulty of breaking through the Qi Condensation Realm can be imagined.

But for Shen Yuan, it is still a bit slow. He is used to improving his realm quickly. It is indeed a bit inappropriate to slow down now.

He took out the Yin-Yang Dragon and Phoenix Stone, held it in his palm, absorbed the Yang Qi in it, and cultivated the Six Blazing Extreme Yang Gong.

Although it was not used when transplanting the second Qi Sea, the Yin-Yang Dragon and Phoenix Stone was still very useful to him. It can not only store a lot of Yang Qi, but also purify Yang Qi.

Using Yang Qi to cultivate is about the same speed as taking drugs, and there are no side effects. Long before, he found the Qingri Gate and exchanged a lot of Wen Yang Stones.

"This kid is really bold." Wang Zhong glanced at Shen Yuan, and his mouth twitched.

Although the magic circle was arranged around, you are practicing now. Don't you look down on the resentful ghosts?

However, he did not stop it. In such a dangerous environment, he could still calm down and practice. It is not something that ordinary people can do.

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Time passed slowly, the darkness faded, a dazzling ray of morning sun emerged, and dawn came.

The ghost rhyme of the resentful ghost lingering in the body bag disappeared quietly.

Wang Zhong opened his eyes, confirmed that the ghost rhyme disappeared, stood up, and opened the body bags one by one.

"Hu..." Qiao Qingyue slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her bright big eyes were filled with bloodshot at the moment, revealing deep fatigue.

Facing the attack of the resentful ghost, she did not dare to rest at all, and her spirit was in a tense state every moment.

The same was true for Su Linger and Zhang Wanshen.

"Awake?" Shen Yuan stretched his limbs and asked.

"Shen Yuan, you slept comfortably." Qiao Qingyue said with a face full of resentment.

"You don't sleep yourself, but you blame me?" Shen Yuan said lightly.

The three looked at him unhappily. Is this a question of whether they want to sleep or not?

"Okay, there are five villages left, hurry up." Wang Zhong said.

With the help of Lu Shanren, four villages were cleared yesterday. In two days at most, the villages under the jurisdiction of Shunqing Town can be cleared.

A quarter of an hour later, Qingquan Village.

Shen Yuan and his party stood at the entrance of the village, frowning.

The entire Qingquan Village was empty, without a single figure, including the personnel who were blocked outside, all disappeared.

"Where are those ghost slaves?" Qiao Qingyue said.

"Let me check it out." Zhang Wanshen said, he blew a breath gently, the cold air condensed and did not dissipate, and exuded a gloomy ghost charm.

The 'cold air' followed the breeze and slowly drifted towards Qingquan Village, constantly entering and exiting the house.

The alien ghost Zhang Wanshen contained was called 'Nose'. It was a relatively rare auxiliary alien ghost. Although it did not have a strong attack, it was also unique in terms of detection.

Not only could it present the information contained in the air in the form of pictures in the mind, but Zhang Wanshen could also exhale his own breath as a means of detection.

Even a warrior in the Fusion Realm would find it difficult to detect the 'cold air' he exhaled.

After a while.

The cold air floated out again and was inhaled into Zhang Wanshen's nose, while scenes were reflected in his pupils.

"Those village... ghost slaves, all worshipped the shrine of the resentful god in the room, and they seemed to have discovered me." Zhang Wanshen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and said.

"Worship the resentful god?" Wang Zhong frowned slightly and said, "Is there something wrong again?"

"Try it?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Okay." Wang Zhong pondered for a moment and agreed.

Shen Yuan walked forward, and the golden true energy surged out, turning into a spear, and shot out towards a house.

Boom!

The house was instantly reduced to ruins, with stones and wood chips rushing in all directions.

The loud noise subsided after a long while.

Just as everyone was puzzled, the door of the outermost house suddenly opened.

‘Squeak. ’

An old man in his fifties walked out of the house with his head down, holding a shrine in his hands.

This seemed to be a signal, and one after another, the ghost slaves, holding the shrine of the resentful god, walked towards Shen Yuan and others in an orderly manner.

"Try your tears, my concubine and I, two places dripping pond water, look at the lotus flowers, for whom will they die this year!"

A woman in white holding a shrine, her lifeless eyes shed two lines of blood and tears, and her mouth made an ethereal and resentful voice, like the desolate resentment of a private woman guarding an empty room alone.

A series of resentful voices echoed in the ears of Shen Yuan and others, some complained about the injustice of heaven and earth, some complained about the waste of life, and some complained about their wives, children, and parents.

The resentment of many ghost slaves cast a huge shrine in their mouths, and the resentment of the shrine burst out like a tide, surging towards them wave after wave.

The statue of the god of resentment in the huge shrine had a half-smile expression, and a pair of eyes revealed a weird color, staring at the five people.

There were countless red lines wrapped around its hands, and two red lines shot out from its eyes, rushing towards Wang Zhong and Shen Yuan!

"Damn it!"

Wang Zhong's face changed drastically. Although he couldn't see the red line, he felt a terrifying attack coming to his heart. The ghost pen in his hand suddenly became larger, and the rich ghost charm was like ink, quickly drawing a black broken hand in the air!

Another ghost charm descended from the dark, rendering the black hand pale.

The pale hand pinched the red line.

"Ghost?!" An old voice echoed in the endless resentment.

"Wang Zhong, take them away first, the ghost has been half revived." The old voice said.