Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 15

[Chapter 15 Qinglian Furious Sea]

Ye Ting endured the pain, pulled the thorns out of his body one by one, swallowed the healing medicine, and fell to the ground. He didn’t understand how this sword got out of control.

The same sword move, the infuriating movement has not been neglected, how can it be like suicide if you use it yourself? Fortunately, it is a wooden sword. Although it is tough, it is not sharp enough. If it were an iron sword, then his eyes would be useless.

Ye Ting didn’t know yet, if it wasn’t for his strong soul, he wouldn’t be able to release this half-assault. That young man was the owner of Jinao Island. Although he was only at the Qi-refining stage back then, the power of his divine sense was astonishingly strong.

Ye Ting’s soul is powerful, but it is inconvenient to communicate with the outside world, and the release of spiritual consciousness is limited, so his control ability is naturally far inferior to that of the island owner of Jinao.

If the total amount of his consciousness is a lake, it can be placed outside the Zifu, which is only equivalent to a few faucets.

There is still a month left, if he can’t cultivate into Qinglian Furious Sea, his ability to go to school in Beihuang will not be able to fight against monsters that are equivalent to perfect qi refining.

Realm is not equal to combat power, even if you are in the realm of foundation building, do not know spells, do not use weapons, you will suffer from rough-skinned monsters.

Ye Ting gritted his teeth, took the second wooden sword, and started over.

Before Qinglian angered her sword, the anger in the hole was compressed at the same time as her anger erupted. This time, he slowed down the speed of infuriating compression nine times, and cast Qinglian Furious Sea again.

In the quiet room, there was another loud noise, Ye Ting’s arms were crossed in front of him, and a dozen wooden thorns penetrated the muscles and hit the bones. If his body had not been strengthened, his bones would have been cracked by sawdust.

Infuriating speed slowed down, still uncontrollable, there must be something wrong!

Ye Ting sullenly pulled out the wood thorn, swallowed the medicinal pill, and meditated to rest.

In his heart, he replayed the process of the boy’s sword piercing, all the infuriating movements were correct, and the rhythm of the Qinglian sword song was correct. Ye Ting didn’t know how powerful his soul was, and thought that such memories and imitations were easy things.

In his heart, he just thought, I am so slow, I can’t imitate it. In the battle, at such a fast speed, how can I burst the whole body’s infuriating energy into a sword, and still control it freely?

The picture finally freezes at the moment when the iron sword shatters, Ye Ting suddenly understands where his sword song is wrong.

He was trying to forcibly control the flow of infuriating qi, and the young man clearly released the sword following the artistic conception of Jiange. I tried to control every infuriating qi and formed that wonderful lotus pattern in the sword. And the young man’s sword is like planting a seed, and then it’s just fertilizing and watering.

If this is the case, he can definitely unleash the Qinglian Fury Sea, but he can’t control it like that young man. Moreover, the attack of the young man, the anger of the previous sword song, completely suppressed the strongest among the enemies.

What I didn’t learn was the burst of anger. If the anger could not suppress the enemy, the enemy would have the opportunity to block this sword attack. As long as you give the enemy a chance, you will be the one who will die. After all, the Qi-refining period is the last existence among the monks. If the swordsmanship fails, everything is over.

Ye Ting is no longer depressed. If he gets the secret book, he will be invincible in the world, and what to do with hard practice.

Ye Ting turned to the first page of Qinglian Sword Song again and looked at the ink mark. This time, the feeling was completely different. The acupoints in the body are opened and closed, just like breathing.

Ye Ting found that he could not accumulate too much anger!

The emotion of anger has been lost since he was a child. After his soul was complete, Ye Ting only had a little memory of the previous life, and he did not change much. That kind of memory was somewhat isolated.

And in this life, born in the Northern Wilderness, anger is meaningless.

After besieging Caishenke, only four of his friends in the village died. He didn’t feel any anger. Setting traps and stealing blood ginseng is a price that must be paid.

Jiaolong wanted to eat himself in exchange for sending the three of them across the river in Langxi. He was not angry, even if it was an unfair deal, the other party could break his promise at any time.

It is your own willingness to go to the dragon sacrificial platform, and it is your right to become a sacrifice yourself.

That day, the brocade-clothed boy beat up Langxi…

Ye Ting felt a tinge of anger. In his Zifu Consciousness Sea, the memories of the previous ten lives resonated in the mud. He had no intuition, but deep in his soul, he felt the anger of being taken away from the Dao.

Anger, caused by Langxi, resonated with the memory of the previous life, Ye Ting took the third wooden sword, and in one breath, ran a circle on the wall of this quiet room, exceeding his speed limit. This process, also At the same time, the True Qi in his acupoints was compressed to the extreme.

Block my way, block my longevity?

No, this anger is not enough.

Wolf Creek is innocent and capable, come to me!

The wooden sword in Ye Ting’s hand made a violent explosion, but it didn’t really explode. He felt the anger in that ink mark. This anger has not lost its reason, and the change of infuriating qi has never been so clear and thorough.

The true qi in the nine hundred and ten orifices was compressed to the limit of his ability, and instead of exploding, he was stabbed out with a sword. The power in the sword was released, blooming layer by layer, and suddenly lost control and exploded on the way.

Only this time, Ye Ting was not hurt, he was in the center of the explosion, and the sawdust didn’t fly to his body. Instead, it turns around, as if catkins met a tree and turned in the wind, naturally.

Ye Ting stood on the spot, neither happy nor sad.

Does partial success count as success? No, I still failed. Although this sword is very powerful, if it is used against the enemy, it may cause heavy damage to the enemy in the liquid condensation stage. The problem is that after the first sword, 80% of his True Qi will be consumed, and he will no longer be able to perform the attack of the second sword.

Moreover, the power of this sword blooms layer by layer, and the process of diminishing power is not under his control. If the enemy’s position is not at the attack point, half of the power of this sword will be wasted, and it can only threaten one target at most.

The young man in the sword manual killed more than 300 people with one sword, what kind of control ability is that! The two opposing emotions of anger and calm are combined, and there is no gap.

continue! Twenty-seven days left.

Now that he was no longer injured, Ye Ting speeded up his sword training, and the wooden swords shattered in his hands. When the two hundred and seventy-seven wooden swords were destroyed, he finally fully displayed Qinglian Furious Sea. .

In the skin, except for the healing medicinal pill, the rest of the medicinal pills had bottomed out, and there was less than one bottle left.

Ye Ting let out a long sigh, and it took another six days this time. There are still 21 days left until the master’s request. And his own Qinglian anger sea, only barely entered.

The teenagers in Jianpu can allocate attack power according to the strength of the enemy. His anger was so pure that it didn’t take a breath to break out. When the anger was released, it was like a deep sea suddenly roaring, which could make the enemies of the Foundation Establishment realm lose their minds.

If this is not the case, the base-building cultivator can put any defensive talisman at random, and he can resist it.

And what about yourself? The target of this sword can only be one. It is not impossible to release the lotus petals layer by layer, but unfortunately it is impossible to control the next round of attacks, unless the enemy stands still, there is always a target to be hit.

There is a special power in the boy’s anger. Ye Ting recalled carefully, and suddenly remembered that paragraph on the sword.

In the 16th year, the Cang pirates and bandits slaughtered Xingcheng, and I alone killed it on the way home. It is a joy to realize the meaning of this sword!

Ye Ting suddenly realized that the boy’s anger was caused by the massacre of the city by bandits. He went alone with his sword, without turning back, the injustice in his chest was so pure and free of impurities.

This anger comes from the human heart, not the way of heaven. How can heaven control your mortal life or death?

The Taoist door repairs the will of heaven, and the magic door repairs the red dust!

The young man is not a knight, but a real demon in the world. That sword stabbed without mercy, let alone grief. Just take it for granted! What I want to do, no one can stop me!

The essence of Qinglian Furious Sea is to cultivate this pure anger.

Since Ye Ting knew the direction, his soul also absorbed the sword intent of Qinglian Furious Sea, and it would be much easier to practice again. It’s just that his control ability is a shortcoming after all, and the time to stimulate anger is as long as three breaths. If this process is shortened and the anger is not enough, the power of the sword move will drop, and it will not be able to deter the enemy.

But as long as the road is right, it is only a matter of time to improve the swordsmanship. Ye Ting merged his anger into the swordsmanship, polished it repeatedly, and spent another three days before he put down this swordsmanship and went to see the swordsman of Qinglian Jiange. The second page.

Can’t open the second page?

Ye Ting was not disappointed either. It took him forty-two days to get started on the first page. Even if he can open the second page, he has no time to study.

Besides, the second page may be the practice formula of the liquid condensation period, and it is useless to read it.

Forget it, there are still 18 days left, to complete the next three tasks, and to try advanced condensate. Ye Ting felt that the time was too short, so he did not continue to practice swordsmanship.

The chapter on Qi Refining of the Purgatory Dao in the Ten Directions has been completed, as is the chapter on Qi Refining of Qinglian Sword Song. The nine hundred and ten acupoints have been expanded to the extreme. All the acupoints were turned into pure cyan, and the lotus patterns inside were propped up, just like the meridians in the acupoints, and the adjustment ability was extremely subtle.

Ye Ting felt that he was still a little short of something, and now he can condense liquid, which just makes him feel a little inadequate.

Ye Ting sorted out the things around him, the food and water in the skin could last for twenty days, and the remaining medicinal pills were four and a half bottles. There are still twenty-three wooden swords left, a wooden talisman for return.

In the storage bag were a piece of metal given to him by Yangmei, a white jade talisman, nineteen purple gold talisman coins, and five hundred universal talisman coins. A pot of artificially refined spiritual liquid, a bottle of Yangmoxiu Shendan, there are only three in it. This is the best of all medicine pills. Then there are medicines such as Yunling Pill and Tianmo Tonic Pill. Thirty-six bottles, big and small.

The same pills are also classified into grades. This time Yu Wenxuan gave him the best pills of the same kind, but a bottle is no longer ten or twelve pills. There are at most three pills in all pill bottles, and at least one pill.

These pills can be used in battle, so they were separated by Ye Ting and reserved for trials.

It’s a pity that the storage bag is too small, the space inside is less than two feet long, wide and high, and the wooden sword is five feet long, so it can’t fit in. Unless Ye Ting condenses, can he open his own token space. The token space of a true disciple is ten feet in size, and Ye Ting’s one is three feet long, and a long spear can also be put in it.

Now that food and water must be left outside, it is inconvenient to carry a skin bag to the trial. Twenty-three wooden swords, Ye Ting thought about bringing seven of them, and six of them were tied with the original belt and carried on his back. After carrying a wooden sword in his hand, Ye Ting pushed away the first bronze fan. door.