Chapter 654 Zhao Rong: No, this is just the beginning!
A dragon carp is about to enter the abyss.
The seventy-two evil dragons couldn't hide their rage and rushed forward.
"You're crazy!"
The blurry purple-robed sword spirit was about to draw his sword to stop him.
Zhao Rong should not respond.
The next second, all movements of returning stopped.
Because under the control of someone, the dragon carp suddenly trembled and stopped at a position between the surface of the heart lake and the abyss at the bottom of the lake.
It was very close to a vague warning line, only a few centimeters away.
Gui Lue was stunned, "This is..."
Zhao Rong said nothing.
At this time, he was sitting in front of the table. A candle flame on the table was swaying from side to side, but he didn't move at all.
The dim light reflected the tight lips and wet black hair of the man at the table.
Zhao Rong was extremely focused at the moment.
He must concentrate on suppressing the urge of the dragon and the carp to enter the abyss.
In fact, the agile dragon carp in the inner lake is not completely under his control.
Zhao Rong discovered very early on that this great dragon and carp that belonged to him was somewhat similar to the Taoist mind monkey and mind horse. It was extremely difficult to restrain those who did not cut off thoughts and desires.
This requires that the lake in his heart be as still as still water, no, the lake in his heart is facing a storm, and he needs the dragon and carp to be as still as still water, not crossing the line!
And this demarcated 'line' does not exist in reality, but was drawn in Zhao Rong's mind.
Since the Sword Spirit preached and the Jiaoyuan Heart Lake was formed, Zhao Rong's careful observation and a dangerous experience during the last life-and-death struggle in the Dali Imperial Mausoleum allowed him to roughly explore the relationship between the dragon carp on the lake and the evil dragon in the abyss.
That vague warning line.
Tonight is an experiment!
At this time, Gui heard Zhao Rong's gnashing teeth. He frowned and looked at the dragon carp, which was relatively still during the trembling, and then at the seventy-two evil dragons that were rushing straight up.
The boiling water in the lake stopped at the right time and all actions were taken, trying not to disturb him.
The room was silent, but the body of the man who was reading at the table was tense and trembling slightly, and the seat along with it made a slight creaking sound.
There is a dragon and carp in the lake that seems to be vibrating at the same frequency.
However, here it has to face the seventy-two evil dragons coming towards it from below.
The distance between the two parties is getting closer and closer.
If an immortal can travel to the inner lake, you can see a scene like this from the lake:
The seventy-two evil dragons were like hungry tigers pouncing on food, and their formation was like a hurricane, overwhelming the sky and the earth. And the dragon carp in front of them was like a grain of sand on the top of Mount Tai. It was a blessing not to be swept away by the violent storm.
, no one has the slightest doubt that it will fall into the bloody mouth in the next second.
However, the accident still happened.
The momentum of the seventy-two evil dragons was suddenly aided, and an invisible barrier appeared between them and the dragon carp. This scene was like a roaring carriage hitting an extremely solid glass curtain wall, leaving only the illusory inner lake.
Water can pass through the barrier.
Everything... came to a sudden stop, and only the overwhelming water waves pushed the small dark blue and glazed figure on the other side of the barrier, which was just a few feet away, back for a short distance, and then it faced the difficulties and returned.
The dragon and carp are safe and sound.
A drop of sweat as big as a soybean hit a clenched fist with a 'tick' sound.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes and did not dare to relax. This dangerous experiment on the laws of the heart lake, which most monks on the mountain thought was simply crazy, he had made the right bet, but it had just begun and was not over yet.
He looked inward with concentration.
After the waves, seventy-two bloody evil dragons emerged from the abyss and tried to attack a certain 'warning line' to no avail. After waves of violent surges that muddied the lake water, none of them wanted to leave the tail in front of them.
The 'food' they long for is brought closer in their bones, but they are seventy-two entwined together.
As a result, certain frictions and conflicts began. There was no tenderness, nor did they range from subtle to violent. Once they were blocked by the cordon, they gathered together and began to fight crazily to grab the first place closest to the dragon and carp.
The bloodthirsty and violent scene at the bottom of the lake made Zhao Rong, who had been insisting, not help but relax the dragon carp and let it retreat some distance. However, the distance was still very close, which was extremely tempting to the evil dragons fighting below.
Only the sword spirit in purple clothes was watching with interest at this time. It seemed to have a special hobby and interest in dragons and other evil creatures, even the evil dragon in the heart lake, which was a dangerous thing between reality and reality.
Sword Spirit thought for a while and asked excitedly: "I seem to understand your thoughts a little bit. Is this the low-intensity way you mentioned?"
Zhao Rong had no intention of paying attention to it.
Be completely attentive.
Soon, something changed indeed!
Some individuals of the evil dragons born and raised from Zhao Rong's deepest evil thoughts and desires are gradually weakening and being consumed. Some of the original substances worn off from the injured bodies are either annihilated or sinking into the abyss...
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There were also seventy-two evil dragons fighting against each other, and the lake water was stirred up and down...
This lake, condensed by all of Zhao Rong's thoughts, memories, subconscious thoughts, malicious intentions, and good thoughts, gradually began to boil.
Zhao Rong felt a little better. After overcoming the fear in his heart and successfully controlling the dragon and carp once, the latter seemed not as difficult to restrain as before. It no longer took most of his mind away and he could do other things at once, and
He felt it carefully and believed that as the number of times he intervened to control the dragon carp increased, he would become more proficient in it in the future until he became comfortable with it... This was very consistent with his idea.
At this moment, the fight between the seventy-two evil dragons became intense, but it was controlled within a certain range. Most of the evil dragons were equally powerful and could fight without dying.
Before Zhao Rong could carefully observe the specific situation, suddenly, a familiar feeling came to his heart.
This feeling was like pouring a pot of steaming boiling water directly into the blood flowing all over his body. It was so boiling that he wanted to look up to the sky and scream;
He had experienced this feeling once in the main hall of the Imperial Tomb Underground Palace. That time, his fist smashed the head of a golden elixir realm monk!
Only this time, what was poured into the blood in his body was not a whole pot of hot water, but a small cup; it was not pouring in violently, but slowly pouring...
The candle flame on the desk was blown out by a strong breath that was difficult to suppress.
In the darkness, Zhao Rong's face, neck, and skin not covered by the gown underwent two visible changes:
From fair skin, to flushing, and then fade away, returning to fair skin, but with a slight redness in the whites, which is difficult to detect.
The heavy breathing gradually slowed down.
After a while.
The young man in Confucian shirt with his eyes closed at the table recovered as before, with fair skin, steady breathing, and sitting upright without moving.
In the inner lake, the Sword Spirit, who had been quietly observing, waited for a moment. Seeing that someone made no movement, he couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Rong, you...how do you feel?"
In the darkness, a young man in a Confucian shirt opened his eyes, his face remained as usual, and he lit the candle again.
"I, great."
His tone was calm.
Ziyi Jianlin paused for a moment, and began to scan his body, meridians, and Dantian with his spiritual consciousness one by one, very carefully.
Soon, it opened its eyes and said in a suspicious tone: "Compared with before, the physique and cultivation level have almost not increased. Nothing else seems to have changed. It's just that the blood flow rate in the head is faster. Did you use your brain too much just now? Hey Zhao
Rong, are you considered a failure, or did you just hold on for a few seconds and now you have recovered?"
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "No, this is just the beginning."
After a pause, he repeated softly: "I... feel great now. I have never... been so 'sober'."
Return: "…………!!!"
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PS: Insomnia in the early hours of the morning, I have to crawl through at least one chapter...