Watching Zhang Mu stand up slowly, his nose hit the ice bed in pain, and he could only grin in discomfort.
Zhang Mu turned around and looked at Xue'er, with a look of embarrassment on his face. He was really helpless when the owner caught him stealing something.
When Xueer saw Zhang Mu's look, she actually smiled. Although it was only for a moment, Zhang Mu, who was as meticulous as silk, caught it. It turned out that the frost beauty also smiled, and she couldn't help but be a little stunned.
Speaking of which, Xueer's appearance is really not impressive, and it's no wonder that Zhang Mu would be dumbfounded. After all, curiosity about the opposite sex is a common problem for all men, and it is understandable.
"Um, I..." Zhang Mu hesitated and was speechless.
"What are you doing?" Xueer asked Zhang Mu.
Zhang Mu blushed and said honestly: "I want to see if this ice bed can be taken away..." His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, like a child who made a mistake.
I thought Xue'er would be angry if I said it, but instead I heard Xue'er laughing.
"Forehead......"
"Since you want to take it, take it. Anyway, I don't lack this here." Xue'er looked very generous. After making up for her, there really is no shortage of this here. Although it is not everywhere, it is still very common.
something.
But not everyone can take it away. After all, not everyone can come in from the Snow Girl lineage. If Zhang Mu hadn't killed the Jinyi monk and the Snow Demon and saved Xue'er, the Snow Girl lineage, let alone the ice.
If the bed is broken, I'm afraid my life will be lost.
"If that's the case, then I won't be polite." Zhang Mu was happy in his heart. After all, there is someone who can practice in the future, not only by leaps and bounds, but it will be much faster than monotonous practice.
Cultivation of immortality is a matter of minutes and seconds, and one should not waste a second, because losing a second may lead to the risk of death in advance. Zhang Mu even has this truth, so he attaches great importance to the concept of time.
"By the way, Fairy Xue'er, what's the matter with you coming to see me?" Zhang Mu didn't mention what happened just now. After all, it was a bit embarrassing.
Xue'er didn't care at all, and said: "Since you want to build a foundation, if you take this ice crystal, it will probably do you a lot of good."
Zhang Mu took the crystal clear ice crystal and couldn't tell what was strange inside. Can this help him build his foundation?
Xue'er explained the confusion: "You have taken the seven-leaf snow lotus, a sacred object of my snow girl lineage, and there is naturally a cold air in your body. If you use ice crystals to refine it, I believe there will be a lot of benefits, and it should also be very helpful in building your foundation."
help.”
Zhang Mu thought it was pretty good when he heard it. After all, no one can tell about foundation building. It is very likely that the attack will succeed once, but it may also fail ten times, so it is important to increase the success rate.
After thanking Xue'er, Xue'er walked out of the cave hall, leaving Zhang Mu sitting back on the ice bed to prepare for the foundation building stage.
Zhang Mu turned over his hand and took out the bamboo slips, intending to understand clearly the matters of foundation building first. As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. Taking precautions is what Zhang Mu is thinking now.
Time passed minute by minute...
Zhang Mu withdrew his consciousness from the bamboo slips, put it aside, rubbed his forehead with his hands, and exhaled.
Then he closed his eyes and began to think about the common sense he saw in building foundations. With his character, he had to think carefully about everything he did, and he would only do it when he knew there was no problem or the success rate was high. Otherwise, he would definitely have no shame.
Escaped.
Foundation building is to gather all the spiritual power in the body and start to slowly compress it at the Dantian. If it is not compressed, it will be transformed again and again. The more times it is compressed, it will also have a great relationship with the depth of mana in the future.
This does not mean that it can be compressed without limit. The difficulty of compressing spiritual power is not that great. The average monk can compress it three times, which is good. The more powerful four to five times are rare, and those who can compress it six times or even
The seven times were all first-class prodigies. As for the one above, it is estimated that there is no record in the history of immortal cultivation.
After one compresses the spiritual power to the point where it cannot be compressed, this will be the intensity of mana you can withstand in the future, and it also means whether your strength will be strong or weak in the future.
Zhang Mu doesn't have any big ambitions. As long as he can compress it six times, he will be happy and contented.
Zhang Mu took a deep breath, slowly took out a Qi Refining Pill and drank it. Immediately, a strong spiritual energy spread in his Dantian.
Seeing this spiritual energy wandering in his body, Zhang Mu slowly controlled seven strands of spiritual energy to rush out, and began to absorb the spiritual energy crazily, without missing a single trace.
Speaking of which, Zhang Mu's Five Elements Spiritual Roots really took a lot of advantage. The spiritual roots passed down from Qiling are not the same as the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots of the monks. They don't need to be cultivated one by one. They only need to cultivate the Five Elements spiritual power together.
That's it. This is something that monks simply cannot do.
Seeing that the seven strands of spiritual power were already as thick as a thumb, Zhang Mu felt that it was almost there, so he began to condense the seven strands of spiritual power into his Dantian, intending to start compressing it.
Zhang Mu first mobilized two strands of spiritual power and carefully touched them together, but unfortunately they didn't seem to merge at all. This made Zhang Mu extremely depressed.
After about half a cup of tea, Zhang Mu finally watched the two strands of spiritual power merge together, and then began to rotate. The shrinking movement could not be seen with the naked eye, but he could still feel it shrinking.
Zhang Mu was very happy when he saw that he could compress. As for how long it would take to compress, he was not worried about it. After all, there was still a lot of time for him. After all, Zhang Mu's body was only eighteen or nineteen.
A hundred years is still too early.
Even if the final stage of foundation building takes three days, the longest stage will take three months. As for Zhang Mu, he has to take it one step at a time.
In a hurry, three hours passed...
Zhang Mu felt that it had been a long time, really long. It turns out that cultivating immortals is so tiring. When I saw the abilities of the monks in the foundation-building stage, I was extremely envious. It turns out that all the envy I got was earned through my own efforts.
Seeing that the spiritual power bean in his body had been compressed into a bean-sized spiritual power bean, Zhang Mu summoned another strand. After watching the spiritual power silk and the spiritual power bean fuse, they continued to compress.
One after another, there was no danger, and the compression was completed for the first time very safely.
Zhang Mu looked at the thumb-sized spiritual power bean and couldn't help but smile. This was the bitter fruit of his three years of cultivation.
As the aircraft carrier relaxed, the spiritual power beans were divided into seven strands of spiritual power, which were much smaller than the original ones, but much purer. At first glance, they were not of the same grade.
The effect of fusion was very good, and Zhang Mu was even more looking forward to the second effect, so he started the second fusion and compression.
In a flash, Zhang Mu has practiced for seven days in total, and the results are still good. He has compressed it five times and is about to complete it.
Zhang Mu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Spiritual Power Bean forming again. His whole nerves were very tired. It looked like hard training was not a good job after all.
However, Zhang Mu was very satisfied with the result of compressing five times. After all, he was already considered a top-notch monk. There were not many people who could compress five times, but it was not that easy.
Furthermore, what Zhang Mu hopes is six times, or even the unattainable seven times, which will allow him to surpass other monks in the future, and he will be more confident in his career, and will also have strong strength to found a sect in the future.
Otherwise, in the world of immortality where the jungle prevails, self-protection would be a problem for Zhang Mu, let alone establishing a sect.
After a short rest, Zhang Mu started the sixth compression.
This time, Zhang Mu's heart was in his throat. If he couldn't fuse, it meant that his endurance was at the stage of five times. Tension was inevitable. After all, the difference between one more compression and one less compression was huge.
Yes, the higher the cultivation level is, the bigger the gap will be.
The body training period and the Qi refining period are both stages that change a monk's future strength and weakness. Zhang Mu's body training period is already the middle stage of Mahayana. Now he can compress his spiritual power five times. He is already considered a first-class character in Southern Qingzhou.
, but Zhang Mu is not very satisfied with this. After all, his heart is not only in Southern Qingzhou, nor in Qingzhou, but in the entire world of immortality.
When he saw two strands of spiritual power that were about the size of hair slowly touching together, Zhang Mu's heart beat a beat. He immediately saw the two strands of spiritual power merging together again. This time Zhang Mu couldn't calm down.
"It's done!" I was secretly happy!
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mu compressed with joy, not feeling any sleepiness at all, it was all diluted by the joy.
This time the compression took a long time, and it took Zhang Mu three days to complete the compression.
Zhang Mu was really tired at this time. He really wanted to give up and lie on the bed and have a good sleep. But Zhang Mu knew that he had to persist. If he gave up now, it would mean that he had wasted this great opportunity.
, this does not happen every time, of course you must grasp it.
Now Zhang Mu is even more worried, because human greed is endless. The sixth compression has been completed, is it necessary to attack the seventh one?
This bold idea flashed in Zhang Mu's mind. After all, this is a process that can prove his future strength. Zhang Mu has to try. After all, he won't get pregnant if he tries. If it doesn't work, just let it go.
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After thinking about it, Zhang Mu gathered his consciousness for a while, and began to slowly control the contact of two almost invisible spiritual power. Following the movement of the spiritual power, Zhang Mu really stopped.
Just when the two strands of spiritual power were touching and about to merge, before Zhang Mu could express his joy, he saw that the two strands of spiritual power began to crowd out again, and the spiritual power in his body began to stir uncontrollably.
When Zhang Mu sees something bad, it is a sign that it cannot be compressed anymore. When encountering this situation, it is best to stop immediately and stop compressing it.
But Zhang Mu was different, because when he saw the two strands of spiritual power merging, there was already a hint of fusion, and he wanted to try again!
Although doing this is very dangerous and may cause explosion and backlash, Zhang Mu had to give it a try in order to obtain powerful magic power.
Thinking about it, Zhang Mu controlled the two strands of spiritual power to move slowly, and touched it carefully again...