The killing monk gently picked up the tattered copper bowl that was upside down on the ground.

With a scoff, it was like smoke disappearing, and the Great Yue Sea of ​​Bitterness collapsed.

Ji Yuan was almost exhausted, gasping for breath, and staggered out of the strange illusion that resembled a cave.

The whole person was sweating like pulp, the blood was boiling, and the body was red, like a cooked lobster.

As the hundreds of thousands of pores all over his body opened and closed, he exhaled and inhaled, causing thick airflow.

With a chirp, it was like opening the lid of a stove, and large plumes of white smoke steamed up, emitting scalding heat.

"Master, I have climbed a thousand feet of Mount Sumeru.

Dare I ask, how fast is this progress?

Where do you rank among the successors who have practiced the "Fudosan King Sutra" throughout the ages?"

Ji Yuan bared his teeth and asked.

Every time he climbed Mount Sumeru, the muscles and bones in his body seemed to be torn apart.

There is no place that does not hurt, no place that does not hurt.

Especially, as the inner breath is constantly stimulated.

Qi and blood are rushing around the limbs and bones, and there will also be numbness and itching.

Just like the snakes and insects in the fierce forest shedding their skin, every inch of them is suffering.

"Good disciple, from ancient times to the present, the Qi and Blood Martial Arts have always been higher than the other.

When it comes to understanding martial arts, martial arts are complex and the younger generations are far superior to their predecessors and cannot be compared.

Moreover, the practice of a magical skill often requires a warrior's lifelong efforts to understand its essence and essence.

It’s not that faster is better, the key is to master it and put it to your own use.”

The killing monk's skinny face trembled, and he looked around.

The palm holding the copper bowl raised two fingers without revealing any trace in response.

After all, monks cannot lie.

This is the only persistence of an old monk who has broken countless precepts.

"Master's words make sense. I am the one who caught the eye."

Ji Yuan thought to himself that the killer monk spoke so euphemistically to save his own face.

"That's right. Huangjue Temple is one of the three religions and ranks among the six true traditions. There are numerous Buddhists, Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

Furthermore, the hidden vein is passed down to one person only, and the mantle is entrusted to him, so the requirements are extremely strict.

My current talent is nothing more than forging ten energy channels, and my martial arts understanding is astonishing.

At best, you can only run rampant in the third level of blood exchange. You should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and do not underestimate the martial arts heroes in the world."

After briefly reflecting for a moment, Ji Yuan regained some strength.

When his breathing became calmer, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Sit cross-legged on the ground with your five hearts facing the sky.

Silently practice your skills, and use the nine-aperture stone man to carefully understand the dragon and snake characters that dominate your heart.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing that Ji Yuan did not ask any questions, the killing monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you tell me directly and let Jiulang know that his talent in horizontal training is amazing,

If you only lose to the second-generation ancestor, you will inevitably feel proud and complacent."

The skinny old monk smiled slightly and looked at the powerful Ji Yuan with peaceful eyes, feeling quite satisfied.

According to the "Fudosan King Sutra", climbing mountains is also spiritual practice.

Every time you move up an inch, the muscles, bones, skin and flesh all over your body will undergo tremendous torture.

Just like an iron block being forged into fine steel, it must be hammered hard to squeeze out impurities.

Only after walking 84,000 feet can one fully understand the essence of the True Buddha of the Mountain King.

"There are 208 bones in the human body, and every one of them must be tempered in order to burn off the strength and ensure that one is not injured.

In the external training of the first level of Convincing Qi, the skin, muscles and muscles have only been superficially exercised.

At best, when a move is made, the muscles bulge out with great strength and the skin membrane is stretched to resist the move, which cannot be said to be powerful.

But the tempered bones of the third level of blood exchange are different.

As the saying goes, blood comes from the bone marrow. If you want your qi and blood to break through the shackles of the mortal body, you must exchange blood and refine the bones, cut off the hair and cleanse the marrow!

Until 'the blood is like mercury and the marrow is like frost', the initial transformation is completed.

Instead, he began to cast his body and pursue the path forward for immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons."

The voice of the killing monk is like a loud bell, condensed into a line, teaching the Tao eloquently.

"So that's it, tempering the muscles and bones is to stimulate hematopoiesis, reborn, and cross the extraordinary barrier!"

Ji Yuan felt at ease and swallowed two Qi Condensing Pills.

The internal organs are like a millstone, crushing the dripping iron pellets with a gentle twist.

The violent force of the medicine exploded with a bang and rushed to the limbs and bones.

The originally dry flesh and blood were greatly moisturized just like the rain came after a long drought.

The exhausted inner energy was replenished, and ten clanging golden energy veins were slowly injected into it.

Crash, the large air currents merged into thick white waves, making a rushing sound.

It's like a funnel rolling, spinning rapidly, sweeping across the entire inner courtyard.

"The fourth blood change... is expected."

The killing monk witnessed this scene, his eyes were as smooth as an ancient well, and he was not surprised.

The rare ten Qi meridians in the world are enough to allow Ji Yuan to flow unimpeded in the third level of blood exchange.

Coupled with the hard training of climbing Mount Sumeru, the muscles and bones are tempered and the walking becomes more stable.

"It's a pity. Huangjue Temple's great medicine 'Jin Daigo' is the best for nourishing blood and refining flesh.

It is even better than Da Dan, which is as fierce as a tiger or a wolf.

However, Lao Na has not yet gathered the medicinal materials and cooked it successfully.

Otherwise, before the Chinese New Year,

This should allow Kuro to complete the fifth and sixth blood exchange and truly gain a foothold in the third heaven."

The skinny old monk's eyelids drooped, and he couldn't help but look regretful.

He originally wanted to seek help from Meng Xuanji, but it turned out that this old ghost was cunning and had the ability to predict the unknown.

A stupid mount was sent to guard the door, but it never showed up.

No matter how bad the killing monk is, he is also a Buddhist master and the head of the hidden lineage of Huangjue Temple.

How could you be so stupid that you care about a monster?

On the contrary, he is very tolerant and does not hold grudges at all.

Seeing that the sapphire lion was a little stupid, he used a blow to give him a blow.

Knock it three times with a copper bowl, and ask "Do you understand it" while knocking?

It wasn't until the sapphire lion's eyes filled with tears that he gave up.

"Using his own horse to ward off disaster, after decades of separation, Meng Xuanji's shamelessness has not changed at all."

The killing monk chanted the name of the Buddha, thought about where to get alms, and obtained those precious medicinal materials that were thousands of years old.

With his status and status as a Buddhist master and the leader of the hidden lineage of Huangjue Temple, he only needs to reveal his identity.

There are many people who treat me as honored guests and are willing to work for you.

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"Not working is already lazy. Begging for alms with nothing is even worse.

If you continue to drive the common people and enjoy their achievements, how will you be different from the disciples of the demon Bo Xun!?"

The killing monk shook his head and thought so.

Although he does not observe the precepts, he often drinks alcohol and eats meat.

On the surface, he looks like a fake monk, but in essence he is an ascetic.

Don’t wear fancy clothes, don’t ride on an ox-horse carriage.
To be continued...