There was a sudden sound of water waves. The next moment, Yang Ji saw that in the huge pool of blood, the carp with only its golden back exposed suddenly started to move, as if it had come alive from a sutra painting.
Swimming and tumbling flexibly in the blood pool. ▲∴,
The entire sutra painting suddenly changed from static to dynamic, and the process of reducing the carp in the blood pond from ordinary to ordinary slowed down infinitely in Yang Ji's eyes, and was presented in an amazing way.
The carp swam faster and faster, and the blood energy in Yang Ji's body also moved automatically under the guidance of an invisible force. It matched the carp in the sutra paintings and swam faster and faster.
Yang Ji knew very well that this was the martial arts will left by the senior in the sutra painting affecting the blood flow in his body, and in this way he passed on his martial arts will and essence.
No words needed! Before the Era, this was a very common method of inheriting Taoism!
"Boom!"
In just an instant, Yang Ji felt like he had turned into a golden lily in the blood pool, surrounded by waves of blood, like a hurricane.
Those blood-colored liquids are like arsenic, and like knives used to scrape bones, rushing in from all directions, trying to penetrate into your body through your acupoints and pores. The pain is like the bites of thousands of ants.
It makes people want to collapse!
"ah!"
Even though Yang Ji was determined and as strong as a diamond, under the stimulation of this pain, he couldn't help but his whole body turned red, his blood vessels burst, and his whole body expanded outwards, as if it was exploding.
The huge pain made Yang Ji couldn't help but let out a low roar of pain, like a wounded beast.
Yang Ji's Wuzong body has been tempered by the essence and blood of the Great Asura and has long been invulnerable, but practicing the "Hua Long Pond Sutra" is still unbearable.
"Hold on! You have already taken three more breaths than yesterday. If you hold on for a while longer, you will be able to form another Dragon Pond Talisman!"
In the middle of nowhere, the voice of the Great Asura suddenly came, seemingly far away.
The blood in the body is already boiling, just like bubbling magma. This is the influence of martial arts will in the "Hualongchi Jing".
If this continues, let alone whether I can successfully practice the "Hua Long Pond Sutra", I am afraid that my body will collapse first. Phew! The next moment, there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and a golden, gentle, soft and strong power emerges from my mind.
It shot out and surged throughout the body. The feeling like blood boiling and lava immediately faded away a lot.
Yang Ji felt much better.
I don’t know how long it took, phew! Yang Jishen took a deep breath and looked away from the sutra painting. He was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water.
"Yes, there are two more Dragon Pond Talismans, one more than expected. If this continues, you will be able to practice the "Hua Long Pond Sutra" in at most six or seven days."
The great Asura's voice of admiration could be heard in his ears.
He accompanied Yang Ji throughout the entire training process. What he saw from the perspective of the Great Asura was much more than what Yang Ji saw.
In Yang Ji's body, more than twenty small, strong talismans were boiling and boiling in the blood. These talismans had never been seen before, even with the eyes of a great Asura, he had never seen them before.
But the majestic energy contained in these heavy talismans can even be felt by a blind person.
More than twenty talismans are like magma and flint, and the energy level they contain is much higher than Yang Ji's own. These are the Hualong Pond Talismans.
Talisman is originally a Martial Saint-level thing. Yang Ji's Evil Saint Talisman and the Iron Crown Sect's escape talisman are also of this level. They are both very high-end things.
But Yang Ji's practice of the "Hua Long Po Jing" was equally incredible, and these talismans with huge energy were born from his body.
"This royal family's secret skill is too difficult to practice. It is far ahead of the ancient Yubu. If I hadn't practiced the Wood Emperor Divine Art, I would have had to give up on this secret skill!"
Yang Ji sighed, not nearly as happy and optimistic as Great Asura.
Looking inside from Yang Ji's point of view, the muscles, periosteum, and bone marrow of the whole body were stretched to pieces in many places. The load placed on the body by the "Hualongchi Sutra" was far greater than imagined.
After practicing like this several times in a row, it remains to be seen whether the "Hua Long Po Jing" can be successfully practiced, but my body may have exploded long ago.
"But you have practiced the Wood Emperor's magic skill, haven't you?"
The great Asura chuckled.
Yang Ji just shook his head and smiled bitterly. Prince Taiyuan may not be very generous in giving this secret skill, but it is true that this secret skill can be practiced by oneself.
"Buzz!"
Wave after wave of emerald green breath, full of vitality and vitality, surged out from Yang Ji's Dantian, like a gurgling mist, rushing to the limbs and bones, filling every inch of the cracks in the bones, marrow, and muscles.
Moisturized by these wood energy, which is rich in vitality and vitality, Yang Ji recovered from the trauma he had just suffered in his practice at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All the cracked muscles, cracked periosteum, and traumatized bone marrow... all quickly returned to their original condition.
Although it is still impossible to be exactly the same, the degree of trauma can be ignored.
The practice of "The Dragon Pond Sutra" is very difficult and dangerous, but the rewards are also considerable.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji opened his eyes, and with a thought, a hot, viscous, magma-like liquid spurted out from Yang Ji's body.
Yes, it’s blood! Not blood!
This thick blood is different from Yang Ji's normal blood. It contains majestic energy and an ancient power of rules. Boom! Huge waves of blood spread down, covering three steps away
An exquisite sandalwood table.
Click!
In just the blink of an eye, the entire sandalwood table twisted and changed, just like snow melting under the scorching sun, quickly melting into Yang Ji's blood and disappearing without a trace.
With a thought, Yang Ji controlled the viscous blood to withdraw into his body, and everything disappeared without a trace. It was as if nothing had happened in the room.
But Yang Ji could clearly feel that there seemed to be something extra in his body. It was just that those things were very small and had almost no effect on the body.
"It's useless! The "Hua Long Pond Sutra" is not used for this. You must absorb those creatures with strong vitality and absorb their flesh and bones to increase the strength of your physical body!"
The voice of Great Asura came in my mind.
It has been a while since I got the "Hua Long Pond Sutra". I have been trying to figure it out for a long time, and I have gradually figured out a little bit about the "Hua Long Po Pond Sutra".
After successfully practicing this technique, part of the blood in the body will be converted into "Hualong Pond Water". Although it is said to be water, it is actually more viscous than human blood and dozens of times heavier.
Being included by this kind of thing, everything will be digested, the essence extracted, and then transformed into Yang Ji's body. Yang Ji's body has infinite strength, like a giant dragon!
Of course, Hualong Pond water also has many restrictions, and not everything can be absorbed. But that is another story!
"We'll figure it out later."
Yang Ji didn't think so, and with a thought, he took the "Hualong Pond Water". The more powerful the martial arts, the harder it is to practice. Yang Ji had already prepared for this, so he was not impatient.
After finishing the practice of "Hua Long Chi Sutra", Yang Ji walked out of the inn. The streets were busy, the martial arts examination had passed a long time ago, and the number of candidates in Taiyuanzhou Prefecture decreased a lot, but the excitement did not decrease at all.
"There are still many strong men in this Taiyuanzhou Mansion!"
Yang Ji sighed.
The martial arts examination is a grand event in Taiyuanzhou, but this does not mean that there are no strong people in Taiyuanzhou Mansion. In fact, the martial arts examination is only a feast for those warriors below the eighth major martial arts sect.
Compared with before the martial arts examination, the number of strong men in Taiyuanzhou Prefecture had not decreased. On the contrary, Yang Ji felt that it had increased significantly, creating a feeling that a storm was coming.
"I'm afraid something big is going to happen in Taizhou Mansion!"
Great Asura said with emotion.
He also felt what Yang Ji felt. On the street, those strong men who were among the crowd were walking in a hurry, not even looking in the direction of Yang Ji.
This situation is not normal, and the number of powerful people obviously increasing is obviously planning something.
"No matter what it is, it has nothing to do with us."
Yang Jiran smiled and said, not taking it seriously.
He now stays at Taiyuanzhou Mansion with peace of mind, waiting for news about General Wang Tai. As long as he stays in the city of Taiyuanzhou with peace of mind, no matter what storms there are in the future, it will have nothing to do with him.
Yang Ji had gone through a martial arts examination and had been fighting non-stop for almost more than a month. He had already felt tired and panicked. It was unnecessary and he did not want to get into unnecessary trouble.
"Hey, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, so you have to be willing to let people let you go."
The great Asura chuckled and said, there is something in his words and he means something.
Yang Ji smiled and knew what the Great Asura was referring to. He glanced around and saw that ten feet away, there were drinkers leaning against the railing on the second floor of a restaurant with flying flags; twenty feet away to the left, there were people sitting on silk ribbons.
There is a swordsman looking at silks and satins at the stall outside; to the right, a salesman carrying a load thirty feet away; not far away, three merchants wearing colorful clothes are walking in their direction...
These people thought they were secretive, but unfortunately, they couldn't hide it from Yang Ji's eyes.
"The martial arts examination is over, and all the clowns are out. Zhang Pu still seems to be aggrieved!"
Yang Jiran smiled.
The disguise methods of the Evil God Cult can only deceive those who are not very skillful. For Yang Ji, there is no secret at all. Yang Ji can even detect it through the aura they exude from a long distance by looking at the direction of the aura.
reveal their existence.
Not to mention, these guys have been observing their existence consciously or unconsciously. (To be continued.)
