A truly accomplished person's body is comparable to a magic weapon, invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and can blow up planets with just his physical body. He is incredibly powerful.
The master warriors of the Source Clan recorded on the steps of the altar have practiced this divine technique.
Slaughtering various spiritual beasts is as natural as eating and drinking, and its power is simply unimaginable.
Of course, Zhuo Yifan also had reservations. These believers only received the first stage of the magic formula.
This first stage is to combine the power of your bloodline with your flesh and blood to condense runes. A total of 9999 runes can be condensed to be considered a small success.
After reaching this point, it will be extremely easy to kill the masters of the Mahayana stage, and you will never fall behind against the real demons.
Of course, it is very difficult to reach this stage.
Even if Zhuo Yifan had the deepest understanding, he could only condense a few runes and cover the joints of both fists.
Zhuo Yifan reluctantly sacrificed a drop of the holy water of the underworld, and used "Revival of All Things" to cast it out, truly achieving even rain and dew, allowing these monks to have their souls purified, and all of them suddenly showed incredible expressions.
Many monks who were stuck at the pass felt as if their minds had been hit with a stick, and suddenly they became enlightened, and all the things they couldn't figure out were cleared up.
Although this feeling of enlightenment only lasts a moment, it is too rare and important for monks in this realm.
Many monks have not felt this way for hundreds of years. At this moment, they are grateful and excited.
Seeing the monks emitting golden light, Ouyang Qingzhi also looked at Zhuo Yifan with infinite anticipation.
She knew that Zhuo Yifan would not treat her badly.
But until all the believers entered into cultivation, Zhuo Yifan didn't mention it.
It seems that she has been forgotten.
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Zhuo Yifan with some dissatisfaction, but the latter just looked at her and laughed.
"Yifan, what the hell are you doing? I also want to practice the Netherworld Golden Body Art." Ouyang Qingzhi finally couldn't help it anymore, grabbed Zhuo Yifan's sleeve and started acting coquettishly.
Zhuo Yifan chuckled and said: "Qingzhi, do you know that this Netherworld Golden Body Art is a technique that can increase the limit of physical cultivation, but your current physique has not reached the limit, so why rush it for a while."
"My physical body reached its shackles three years ago, and I am worried about how to break through."
"Are you really sure that your physique has reached the limit? As far as I know, there is at least one method that can greatly improve your physical potential. Do you want to try it?" Zhuo Yifan whispered in Ouyang Qingzhi's ear.
Ouyang Qingzhi groaned, his face turned red as if on fire, and he said softly: "Yifan, you... you are so bad."
Zhuo Yifan said seriously: "This is the fastest way to improve your physical fitness. How about we find a place to try it?"
"Is this... not too much?" Ouyang Qingzhi blushed and looked at the monks around him, some of whom did not dare to raise their heads.
Zhuo Yifan chuckled and said: "Don't worry, they can't take care of themselves now, so they won't care what we do. Besides, your husband and I are masters of formations. We can block everything by just setting up a large formation."
"Really...?" Ouyang Qingzhi's head almost dropped to the ground.
Although I had spiritual intercourse with Zhuo Yifan, it was still a little different from real skin-to-skin contact.
Zhuo Yifan nodded and said: "Of course it is true. Look, isn't there no one now? This is the world between the two of us, Qingzhi, let me love you well!"
Zhuo Yifan's eyes were blazing, but he had already restored his true self. After all, it would be too embarrassing to be intimate with his beloved woman with the image that he secretly hates.
Ouyang Qingzhi took a look and found that there was indeed no one around.
A circle of fog surrounded the two people twenty meters away.
She is very aware of the power of this fog. Not only can it block all sight, but it can also seriously hinder the power of the soul. It is really the best barrier.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at the shy beauty. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently took off her clothes.
At this moment, Ouyang Qingzhi still had the majesty and arrogance of a general. He became like a little girl, his face was flushed with shame, his big eyes were full of expectation and shyness, and he almost didn't dare to look into Zhuo Yifan's eyes.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but laugh, he pulled her stiff body over and kissed her deeply.
"Qingzhi, I love you."
"Yifan, love me well and pity me."
Ouyang Qingzhi's voice lowered, but his stiff body gradually softened, gradually became hot, and finally emitted astonishing heat like a fire.
The two were entangled together and fell into their own world, mesmerized.
The mist covered everything, and no one knew that the two of them were enjoying themselves and making love in the mist.
Zhuo Yifan taught Ouyang Qingzhi the method of dual cultivation through soul sharing.
After all, she is a master in the Mahayana stage, and the combination of this performance gave Zhuo Yifan great benefits.
Of course, Ouyang Qingzhi received even more benefits. After all, Zhuo Yifan's current physique was extraordinary and completely exceeded the limit of the lower realm.
Ouyang Qingzhi felt that his physical fitness had indeed increased significantly. Although he was still not as good as Zhuo Yifan, he was still stronger than the average physical training master.
Zhuo Yifan took the opportunity to teach her all the techniques of Netherworld Golden Body Art, and also took out a drop of Netherworld Holy Water to refine for her.
After Ouyang Qingzhi refined the Huangquan holy water, his whole person became different.
Not only has the consciousness of the soul been tempered and washed, and the wisdom has been greatly developed, but even the demon consciousness has directly risen to a higher level, becoming nearly twice as powerful.
Such a change was so amazing that even Ouyang Qingzhi, who had known about the magic of holy water, couldn't believe what was happening to him.
She once thought that her physical skills had reached the limit, and that she could reach a perfect state and cause a catastrophe with just space awareness.
It's like a bottle that is completely filled with just the last drop of water.
But now, she discovered that the water that seemed to be full in the bottle was actually mostly foam. Now that the foam had dispersed, the water was still a long way from filling the bottle.
Ouyang Qingzhi was immediately filled with infinite expectations and confidence.
Ouyang Qingzhi was immersed in cultivation, and Zhuo Yifan was not idle either.
He is also seizing the time to practice the Netherworld Golden Body Art.
He had refined nine drops of the underworld holy water by himself, but the medicinal power had not yet been fully activated, making his soul incredibly powerful.
You know, Ouyang Qingzhi can only bear one drop of Huangquan holy water.
As the saying goes, what is lacking cannot be replenished. No matter how good something is, it must be able to be tolerated by the body.
A single drop of Huangquan holy water, blended into a large pool of holy water, was able to hide it from An Chen and other more than 800 monks. One can imagine the power contained in this drop of Huangquan holy water.