Chapter 7

In the vast world, only martial arts are respected.

In addition to the high threshold of the zongmen academy, which will recruit apprentices and teach the practice of mental Dharma, the rich families regard the Dharma formula and war skills as the basis of wealth and wealth inheritance, and never publicize them.

Gu Feng, as a worker in the library of Chu family, never had a chance to see some mental skills of Chu family.

The mental method he practises now is a knack of breathing adjustment that he has summed up and understood from the few words of the former people after going through ten thousand volumes of ancient books in the library in the past ten years.

His name is "long life Jue", which means he hopes to live a long life, but it is not known whether he can enter the product level.

But the cultivation effect is very good.

In the past, when he was tired after a day's work, he only needed to run the "long life formula" and introduce a trace of heaven and earth's spiritual power to circulate in the meridians for three times. It didn't take him two hours to feel refreshed and more comfortable than a big sleep.

Now, his meridians are broken, and it is impossible for him to let the spirit power circulate in the body. He only wants to import a little spirit power, so that he can see what changes have taken place in the body.

"Why?"

After half an hour, Gu Feng suddenly opened his eyes and his face was full of shock.

Heaven and earth spirit power can't be introduced into the body!

But in the broken meridians in his body, there is a strange power of Lingyuan.

It seems that these spiritual forces contain powerful energy, but they exclude the spiritual power of heaven and earth that he learned from his heart.

"Is it the small half of Lingyuan bone that is making trouble?"

Gu Feng frowned and abandoned the idea of integrating heaven and earth's spiritual power for the time being. Instead, he used "long life Jue" to gather the lingering power of the spiritual yuan in his body.

About two hours later, the ancient style full of sweat finally gathered all the power of Lingyuan in the left and right palms.

On the left palm, there is a bright gray black spot the size of a soybean.

On the right palm, there is a mass of milky white light and shadow about the size of a thumb.

Gu Feng looked around, moved in his heart, turned his left palm and waved it.

The gray and black bright spots shot out from the palm of the hand. With the help of cavitation, they became a monster with a height of three feet, a body like a mammoth and a head like a tiger. They roared and rushed into the cave.

"Boom..."

With a loud explosion, the stone chips splashed. The stone gap, which was only two feet wide, was smashed into a hole more than three feet wide by this tiger like monster with brute force!

Unfortunately, there is only so much power left.

After the crack was broken, the monster uttered a groan of exhaustion, and its figure faded away. It seemed that it would disappear at any time. With the touch of Gufeng's finger, the monster turned into a light and shadow that flew into the palm of his hand and sank into the Laogong cave in his left hand.

Tired, sore!

It was as if he had just climbed a mountain with a load of several hundred jin. He was so tired that he collapsed to the ground. He didn't even have the power to move his fingers.

But his face was full of surprise.

"I'm afraid it's a half elephant strike, isn't it?"

Although he has only one strike now, the effect is very powerful.

He also saw the monster's shadow. The tiger's head was the remnant of his body, which had been cultivated for many years. And the elephant body is clearly a small half piece of Lingyuan bone that he swallowed in his previous life.

Only half a piece of Lingyuan bone is fused to have such combat power.

What if it's a whole piece?

What if there are dozens or hundreds of pieces?

Although Gu Feng had never heard of such a miraculous effect of swallowing Ling Yuan Gu Li, he vaguely saw the hope of making himself strong quickly

Half an hour later, Gu Feng's strength finally recovered, and he sat up again with his knees crossed.

Calming his excitement, he summoned the Milky light and shadow in his right palm.

The spiritual power of the gray black spot on the left palm is derived from the Lingyuan bone grain that has been cultivated for many years and just merged.

What's the matter with this light and shadow?

Why did you never find such existence in your body before?

He held his breath and swung out his right palm——

A fist sized, milky mist hung in front of him.

The fog did not form, nor did it rise. It floated there quietly, as if it had come out of nowhere, but it was very smart.

"What the hell is this?"

The old wind murmured to himself.

All of a sudden!

He heard a crisp sound at Baihui acupoint above his head, like the clatter of a string. His consciousness was pulled out of his body and put into the Milky fog.

The next moment, he "saw" himself!

He sat in the same position, eyes closed, face frozen puzzled expression, as if he had been given a witch's body, motionless.

"What's going on? Will this fog devour consciousness? "

Gu Feng was surprised and struggled to return to the noumenon.

As soon as he had this idea, the Milky fog floated to his right palm and sank into the Laogong cave in his right palm, just like the monster's shadow.

Familiar feeling, familiar body.

When he found that his consciousness had regained control of his noumenon, Gu Feng opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Looking at the right palm, there was no difference on the surface, but he clearly felt that in Laogong acupoint, there was a light and shadow that could hold his consciousness, which was connected with flesh and blood, as if he was born with it.

"Is this the separation of consciousness?"

The old wind frowned.

This is a very special ability. Among the 72 kinds of talents recognized by the world, Da Cang has never heard of the talent of conscious separation. After ten years in the library of Chu family, he has read thousands of volumes of ancient books, and has never seen a spiritual practitioner with an external incarnation.

However, it seems that it is not a bad thing that consciousness can be separated from noumenon?

Thinking of this, the ancient wind calls out the spirit fog again, and melts his consciousness into it.

With the previous experience, I also know that the spirit fog is controlled by myself, and the ancient wind is no longer so nervous.

He controlled the spirit fog with his consciousness, and walked back and forth in the narrow stone crevice. After several attempts, he felt more and more courageous, and slowly floated out of the stone crevice.

Gu Feng wants to see how far away the spirit fog that he controls with his consciousness can leave the noumenon.

Unexpectedly!

Just out of the crack of the boulder, there was a shrill scream not far away