The length of the pulse determines the level of the practitioner, and the size of the pulse determines the quality of the pulse.
In the five hundred years of the Yuluo Dynasty, no one has developed a pulse sense the size of an adult's fist. Only the neighboring Jiazhou Empire has ever seen such a monster genius.
"Go!"
Liang Shaochong let out a breath, the fierce aura in his body rose sharply, and the powerful 10 cm long pulse in his body poured into his right fist like a giant snake.
Suddenly, the clenched fist glowed with a faint dark yellow light, and the right fist became knotted and instantly tripled in size, as if it had become an iron hammer. The fist brought up a blazing wind and directly hit a piece five meters in front.
More than three hundred kilograms of boulders.
"boom!"
When his fist came into contact with the hard boulder, cracks spread rapidly from the surface of the boulder. After just a moment, the whole boulder turned into countless fragments and fell to the ground.
"call……"
Looking at what had turned into a pile of rubble, Liang Shaochong slowly took a breath of air, with a hint of surprise on his face.
Just when Liang Shaochong was surprised, the body of the middle-aged man lying on the ground suddenly exploded, and a gray mist floated out from it and flew directly towards Liang Shaochong.
There are traces of thunder and lightning flowing in this mist, and the strange soul breath is rushing and pulsing like a river, and it can be seen that a baby who looks very much like a middle-aged man is lying in it.
"What is this! Is it a soul?"
In a moment, the strange soul breath poured into Liang Shaochong's body, penetrated into the pulse in the body, and transformed into a kind of pure energy.
Immediately, Liang Shaochong felt that his pulse had swelled a little more, reaching a length of 11 centimeters. At the same time, he also felt that the quality of his pulse seemed to be more pure and solid than before.
At this time, Liang Shaochong suddenly understood what was going on. No wonder the other party came to assassinate him for no reason.
"There is such a good thing in the world! So he wanted to kill me because he wanted to get my soul to strengthen his sense of pulse?" Liang Shaochong suddenly realized.
"Well, what is this?" Liang Shaocheng suddenly felt that there was a huge amount of information in his mind.
Liang Shaochong was overjoyed again: "Absorbing the soul originally not only increased the sense of pulse, but also absorbed the opponent's experience and knowledge."
It turns out that the strange mist that looks very much like a baby is called Pulse Soul.
And in this strange space, there is killing and fighting everywhere.
Everyone is eager to kill the other, get the other's pulse soul, strengthen and solidify their own pulse sense, and obtain the other's most valuable information.
The pulse soul contains the cultivator's knowledge and pulse sense essence. After killing and refining the opponent's pulse soul, you will get the opponent's knowledge, experience, skills and other related things.
"Hey! This guy actually has a complete set of first-class mortal-level pulse skills called Thunder Fist." Liang Shaochong closed his eyes and was slowly digesting the information when he suddenly discovered a pulse skill.
Liang Shaochong was surprised and happy, and was not in a hurry to leave. He immediately stayed where he was and practiced this new pulse skill.
In this magical first level of heaven, it is indeed a good place to practice pulse skills.
After about half an hour, Liang Shaochong completely mastered the Thunder Fist.
"Well! Keep going and see if we can find other cultivators." Liang Shaochong straightened his clothes and continued walking.
Before walking ten kilometers, Liang Shaochong met a rough man at the corner of a mountain road.
This rough man was a low-level pulse disciple at the third level of pulse sense. When he saw Liang Shaochong, his eyes immediately revealed a malicious look, and he suddenly kicked forward with his right foot and kicked Liang Shaochong in the chest.
“Get back!”….
Liang Shaochong shouted loudly, clenched his right fist, and then punched out.
"Crack!"
A punch hit the opponent's right foot, and the entire right leg bone of the rugged man immediately shattered.
Liang Shaochong's figure was erratic, like a dragon emerging from the water. He flashed to his left side and smashed his left leg towards his chest with a strange spiral force. The powerful force rushed into his chest mercilessly, like splitting tofu.
A hole was immediately opened in his body.
"boom!"
The rugged man glared angrily and looked down at the hole in his chest. He could not believe that he would die at the hands of a small first-level pulse-sensing practitioner.
In this way, every ten kilometers Liang Shaochong went forward, he would always encounter someone rushing towards him, trying to kill him.
After killing five cultivators in this way, Liang Shaochong seemed to understand a truth: in the space of the first heaven, there is no reason to explain, and ruthless killings are everywhere.
Only ruthless killing can increase one's strength.
Either you kill others and let them become your own nourishment; or you are killed by others and become others' nourishment.
After walking like this for two hundred kilometers, Liang Shaochong unknowingly killed and refined the pulse souls of more than 20 cultivators. Every time Liang Shaochong successfully refined a pulse soul, the pulse sensation in his body grew little by little.
Big, the pulse soon grew to infinitely close to 20 centimeters.
Up to now, Liang Shaochong has completely absorbed and digested the experience and knowledge of more than 20 practitioners, and has successfully learned three first-class mortal pulse skills: Thunder Fist, Cloud Dispelling Whirlwind Step, and Qiankun Mountain Shaking Kick.
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At this time, as long as Liang Shaochong absorbs another person's pulse soul, his pulse sense may exceed the length of 20 centimeters, and he can successfully advance to the second level of pulse sense.
Sure enough, when Liang Shaochong killed another low-level pulse disciple in the third level of pulse sense and successfully absorbed his pulse soul, suddenly, the pulse in Liang Shaochong's body surged, and in an instant it was as fast as a big river.
It flows from the bottom of the abdomen to the top of the head, and then flows back to the soles of the feet.
The pulse flowed faster and faster, making the skin all over Liang Shaochong's body feel like it was about to swell and crack, causing him extreme pain.
This is the precursor to breaking through to the second level of pulse sense.
Liang Shaochong did not dare to neglect, and immediately began to practice quickly according to the four first-rate mortal-level pulse skills: Thunderbolt Fist, Thunder Fist, Cloud Dispelling Whirlwind Step, and Qiankun Mountain Shaking Kick.
At the same time, Liang Shaochong also verified these four pulse skills one by one, and his understanding of pulse skills gradually deepened, reaching an unprecedented height.
Suddenly, the air around Liang Shaochong violently stirred up, making a thunderous roar.
After a while, Liang Shaochong's figure was gradually wrapped in a thundercloud.
…
"boom!"
I don't know how long it took, but there was an explosion inside Liang Shaochong's body. The pulse in his body was like a surging river. The river surged up and rolled up a big wave. The length suddenly broke through the limit of 20 centimeters and reached 23 centimeters.
At this moment, the swollen pulse burst out with strong energy, causing Liang Shaochong's muscles, bones and membranes to stretch open, and his shirt was completely torn.
Liang Shaochong lowered his head and forgot to take a look at himself, only to see that his whole body was dripping with heat and sweat, and there was a pulse that was 23 centimeters long and more than the size of an adult's fist flowing slowly through his body.
"Finally, we have entered the second level of pulse sense!" Liang Shaochong was pleasantly surprised.