In the blink of an eye, all the blood in Yi Zixuan's palm disappeared, and it seemed to be absorbed by the beads. The purple beads seemed more crystal clear and the light became more dazzling, illuminating a sad face.

These lights seemed to contain extremely mysterious power. Yi Zixuan felt warm all over, without a trace of sleepiness, and his whole mind gradually calmed down, revealing a calm and outspoken temperament.

Moreover, the purple light shone on him was not casual, as if it was controlled by a mysterious rule or will in the dark, gradually moving from his head to slow down.

The light like flowing water flowed through his whole body, as if it made Yi Zixuan's body transparent. The skin, muscles, and bones below his neck quickly disappeared, as if they were covered by something.

Yi Zixuan lowered his head and saw a messy line. He didn't know what it was for a moment, but after a moment he became vaguely enlightened.

"If unexpectedly, these are the disordered meridians in my body, right?"

Yi Zixuan has never observed the meridians in his body so clearly. As many pharmacists said, they are intertwined and entangled, bent and deformed, like messy things, and it is difficult to sort out.

Although the meridians of the human body are connected to each other, they are in order in chaos, like a big net, not messy. No one can tell clearly if it is born or acquired factors.

However, as the water-like light gradually flowed along the meridians, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in Yi Zixuan's eyes, and even a hint of disbelief on his face, he was so surprised that he dared not speak.

He saw his meridians slowly stretching and began to return to normal!

Fortunately, Yi Zixuan learned medical skills and was not very skillful, but it was not difficult to understand the direction of the human meridians. In his eyes, the lines wrapped around two sides were untied and returned to the right position.

At this moment, Yi Zixuan suddenly remembered something, and a very familiar feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

pain!

An indescribable pain!

Although he had realized that something was wrong, perhaps this seemingly forced method of correcting the meridians would be accompanied by bad consequences, he did not expect it would be so unbearable.

He had never experienced such pain before, and he was sweating all over his body and couldn't help but tremble.

Yi Zixuan felt the sky was spinning, his consciousness was a little blurred. He wanted to close his eyes, but from the corner of his eyes he saw something bad. Those meridians that had already returned to normal actually had the old state rekindled!

He looked at the beads in his chest in a daze and found that the light emitted on it was gradually becoming dim, just like he was now, as if he was about to fall asleep.

What's going on!

He suddenly shuddered, as if he had been poured with cold water in winter. He looked at the purple light that had become brighter inexplicably. His thinking became clear in an instant, and he immediately realized the connection.

The light emitted by this bead is related to oneself, to be precise, it is related to one's will. The stronger one's will, the brighter the light of the purple bead, the faster it will promote the recovery of meridians.

Once your will fall into a coma due to severe pain, the purple bead will also restrain its light and everything will return to its origin.

Yi Zixuan didn't know why Zhuzi, who had not been moving for more than ten years, made a big fight tonight, but he vaguely realized that this might be the only opportunity, the only opportunity to rebirth.

That's the case...

"I will never give up!"

Yi Zixuan insisted!

Gritting teeth and persevering!

Yi Zixuan's face, with a clear face, was wrinkled and squeezed together because of a pain that exceeded the limit, like white paper wet on a rainy day. The posture it showed after drying on a sunny day, revealing a pale and powerless look on his face.

Can't give up!

So he had to endure it, he dared not slack off at all, wasting a little time. Even if he knew that there was a sea of ​​swords and fire ahead, he had to move forward without hesitation!

Time passed little by little, and the night was still long outside the window.

Fortunately, this persistence of gritting teeth was not without gains. Yi Zixuan's blood-filled eyes saw that most of the meridians had returned to normal, and only the last bit was left, which could be done in just one blink of an eye.

Yi Zixuan's mind relaxed a little, but what happened next caught him off guard.

Because just when the light of the purple beads reached its most dazzling light, a biting cold current suddenly rushed from somewhere in Yi Zixuan's body, blocking the purple light, like a mountain blocking the surging river.

Yi Zixuan felt that he was originally soaked in volcanic magma, but in an instant he fell into a cave in the snow and ice. The two appeared alternately, and the flames and cold intertwined, which was beyond the reach of people.

"ah!"

The moment the purple light broke through the cold current, an indescribable severe pain seemed to come from the depths of his soul, as if countless thunders exploded in his mind. Yi Zixuan fainted without even humming.

The next moment, the purple beads that had been worn for twelve years since childhood melted silently, turned into a purple flower and flew up. After circled twice in the air, they suddenly penetrated into Yi Zixuan's body and rushed into his eyebrows.

In the Niwan Palace in the middle of the eyebrows, Yi Zixuan was quietly lying in a gray and empty world, with a gray sky, a gray land, and a gray mist around him.

“Where is this?”

At some point, Yi Zixuan woke up slowly and looked around, not knowing where he was.

When he woke up, his head was not clear enough, and his consciousness was still in the severe pain he felt before fainting. It took him a long time to understand what had just happened.

Only then did he realize that his body was transparent, as if it was made of an invisible thing. He was startled and thought he was dead, but when his palms stroked the gray fog and felt like he was touching the real thing, he seemed to guess something.

"Can I be in the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Although he cannot practice, he is not ignorant of practice.

Mr. Mu is not only a group of young school teachers, but also a guide on their path of cultivation. He has spent a lot of time carefully introducing common sense to the students.

The beginning of practice is the foundation of Tao, consciousness storage, and Huangting. The essence of flesh and blood is refined, the essence of flesh and blood is strengthened, and the twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians that penetrate the human body are the foundation of Tao.

There are joints in the meridians, with six or seven paths in many ways, and as little as three or two paths, which add up exactly to the 108 innate numbers. Each time a joint is opened, it can increase at least a hundred kilograms of power.

When the Taoist foundation is complete, it has the power to carry the tripod.

But this is the most basic thing, because everyone's physique, the skills they practice and the resources they can obtain are not the same, so the difference is that each person increases more power when the Taoist base realm breaks through the joint gate, and there is a big difference.

The fewer ones are only more than a hundred kilograms, and the more ones can be two or three hundred kilograms, or even four or five hundred kilograms.

As far as Yi Zixuan knows, Liu Chengfeng has opened two meridians, with a total of twelve joints. His body's strength has reached two thousand kilograms. Like Chao Shi, if he does not have five thousand kilograms of strength, he will not enter the mountains and forests to hunt ferocious beasts.

Not to mention going to die, that's almost the same.

As for the Niwan Palace in the middle of the Mei, it is where the sea of ​​consciousness resides, that is, where the spiritual power is accumulated. Therefore, the one that appears in the sea of ​​consciousness is not Yi Zixuan's original body, but is composed of his spiritual power.

Just as Yi Zixuan was thinking, the gray fog around him was gradually becoming thinner, and at the same time, a faint light emanated from the depths of the fog, becoming brighter and brighter.

When he came to his senses, a purple Hualian reflected in his eyes. The Hualian flew from nowhere and floated in the void in front of him, and then slowly opened like a scroll.

There is nothing else on the scroll, only lines of simple words, with simple strokes and magnificent stunning characters. This kind of words is extremely ancient, with silver hooks and iron paintings, but they faintly exudes the sharpness of a sword.

But for some reason, he could understand all the words at a glance and felt a blood-connected aura, as if an inexplicable force was conveying some messages to him.

Cangyue Star Sea Art!

But what is even more strange is that as he breathes, the words on the scroll are constantly shining, and a trace of purple air continues to spew out of the ancient characters, turning into tiny clouds and slowly rotating around the scroll.

He began to recite the Cangyue Star Sea Art silently, and the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly vibrated. The sounds of the Great Dao echo sounds exploded, like the spring thunder of the Jingzhe, and it seemed like the bell of the Great Bell, and a strong wind rose in the gray mist.

Yi Zixuan was completely immersed in it and forgot everything.

When his consciousness returned to his body, there were birds singing outside the window, which were crisp and pleasant.
Chapter completed!