Three days later.
Taize Lake Bottom, Tunjiang Palace in the main hall.
Hu Qi, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.
"Isn't it still possible?"
Think of this.
Something moved in his heart.
Called in a low voice, "Crimson!"
Before he finished speaking, the translucent Scarlet Panel unfolded in front of his eyes.
——
[Skill: Primordial Immortal Refining Record (Transformation of God: Not yet started) △Natal Spell: Profound Yin Heavy Water]
[Formation True Explanation (perfect)]
[Modification Points: 60101(7%)]
Today's "Primordial Immortal Refining Record" is the version that was refined after absorbing "Taiwei Xuanzhen Art" and deduced by Scarlet Panel.
However, what is different from the past is that this time the deduction did not directly allow the technique to reach the first level.
The moment Hu Qi's eyes fell on the technique, a mysterious information feedback poured into his sea of consciousness:
[Transforming Gods and Refining Hearts, the state of mind is not enough, and the Chapter of Transforming Gods cannot be fully introduced]
Hu Qi was thoughtful in his heart.
The state of mind can be understood as the experience and perception of a monk.
Although Hu Qi only lived for more than two hundred years, the number of souls he devoured and the memories he absorbed was a massive amount in total.
However, Scarlet Panel's feedback clearly told him that these are not equivalent to the true state of mind.
Obviously, the state of mind is not a simple accumulation of memories, but requires personal experience and understanding before it can be condensed into true insights.
"In other words, aren't these seventeen years of experience enough to satisfy the mental requirements I need to break through to the divine transformation stage?"
Hu Qi frowned.
The super Mortal Body system of cultivating immortals not only requires the accumulation of spiritual power, but also the tempering of the state of mind.
He already knew this before, but he didn't expect the requirements to be so harsh.
It must be experienced and understood by himself, and it cannot be replaced by devouring other people's memories.
This will undoubtedly take an extremely long time.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some monsters are very talented in this area and can gain deeper insights in a short period of time.
But Hu Qi obviously can't do it.
Under normal circumstances, after a monk reaches this stage, he needs to set foot on the world of mortals again, to experience the life that he has never experienced before, and to understand the true meaning that he has never understood.
Only in this way can we truly break through the Spirit Transformation Realm and step into a higher realm.
But, he Hu Qi doesn't need to be like this.
"You are not in a good mood to get started?"
He sneered and spoke with an undoubted pride in his voice.
"It's ridiculous. With my peerless appearance, Hu Qi, I have fought all the way from Intertidal Zone, and countless enemies have died at my hands. I have gone through several worlds and devoured thousands of souls. How can I be trapped in a mere state of mind?"
Having said this, Hu Qi raised his head, his eyes like lightning, staring straight into the void.
It's as if you can see the high Immortal Court and the dense network of fate.
"I want to see what this so-called 'Refining the Heart in the Red Dust' can do to me? Crimson! Modify "Primordial Immortal Refining Record" for me and push it to the first level of the God Transformation Chapter!"
Buzz—!
The panel shook slightly and light flowed.
Modification Points is consumed quickly.
at the same time.
A large number of pictures appeared in front of him.
Hu Qi felt like a ray of his own consciousness was pulled away and thrown into these pictures.
Wow!
Accompanied by a cry.
He was born.
Wait until you are a teenager.
He entered the mountains for the first time, holding a rough hunting bow in his hand, with thick snow under his feet.
He felt the biting cold wind and heard the roar of the pine forest.
A stag flashed in the distance. He held his breath, fully drew the bowstring, and the arrow shot out of the air, hitting the target accurately.
Orion's life is simple and difficult, but with his excellent archery skills, it is not difficult for him to fill his stomach.
But he wasn't satisfied with that.
He began to study the habits of prey, improved bows and arrows, and even asked the elders in the village for hunting skills.
Day after day of practice made his archery skills more and more refined, and he gradually became the best hunter in the village.
Until one time when he went out, he met someone recruiting soldiers. With his excellent archery skills, he successfully joined them.
After several battles, he rose through the ranks.
Countless enemies died under his arrows.
But war is something that cannot be controlled by one person.
Because of a wrong command by the general.
The hundred men he led entered the enemy's trap and died on the battlefield.
He is the prince, ranked ninth.
As a prince, although he enjoys a privileged life with clothes to wear and food to eat, and has an enviable status and power, he knows that all of this is based on the premise that Crown Prince has not yet ascended the throne.
In the long history, there are very few princes who can die well. Even if he has no intention of competing for the throne, there is no guarantee that others will not regard him as a threat.
He clearly realized that his destiny could never be left in the hands of others.
So, he began to plot secretly.
Make friends with talented people in the court, cultivate your own power, and weave an invisible network in the dark.
Every step is taken carefully.
He did everything possible to consolidate his power step by step.
Finally, at the right time, Crown Prince was killed, successfully forced into the palace, and replaced him.
After he inherited the throne, he worked hard to govern and implemented a series of measures that benefited the country and the people.
The imperial examination was launched to select talented people so that children from poor families could enter the court.
Open trade, encourage foreign trade, and prosper the economy.
Rectify officialdom, set up supervisory agencies, and severely punish corruption.
Reduce taxes, promote agricultural technology, and build water conservancy projects so that people can recuperate and recuperate.
Under his governance, the country's power flourished, order was maintained, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the world was at peace.
However, after reaching old age.
I found that my energy was waning and I was in fear of death.
He became mediocre, superstitious about the method of alchemy, and neglected government affairs. Finally, he was poisoned by the elixir and died in the palace.
He is a knight-errant, walking in the precarious rivers and lakes.
He was used to seeing death.
Extremely afraid of death.
He doesn't want to die, he wants to become stronger.
Therefore, he began to look for famous teachers everywhere, practiced swordsmanship hard, and even risked his life to challenge the masters in the world.
Every battle gave him a deeper understanding of martial arts. His swordsmanship gradually changed from sharp to mellow, and he eventually created a set of swordsmanship that was unique in the world.
Even at the end of his life, he broke through the shackles of his body and broke through the innate realm.
However, this only extended his Lifespan to two hundred years.
One hundred years passed quickly.
The world is still the same. In a hundred years, old friends have either died in his hands or died of old age.
Counting it up, it has been six or seven generations.
In the courtyard.
He was lying on the bamboo chair.
At this moment, he was filled with a sense of death.
He has white hair, wrinkled skin, and age spots of varying sizes all over his body.
Look at the heavy snow falling in the sky.
His eyes became confused.
"A hundred years of wind and rain turn into dust and smoke, and you will live forever. Is there really immortality in this world?"
As the One and Only's innate master in this world.
He could clearly sense the only Lifespan he had left.
Like an incense candle that is about to burn out, you can clearly see it, but you are powerless to stop it.
Just then.
A figure crossed the wall and appeared in the courtyard.
"Kuáng Dāo Sòng Yán, please give Master Sword Demon a fight!"
"Wind and Cloud Ranking Ninth Kuáng Dāo Sòng Yán? I have no grudge against you, and I remember that I still have some friendship with your ancestors. Why come here to die?"
His eyes were light.
"All I want in my life is martial arts. My ambition in this life is to climb to the top of martial arts.
Lord Sword Demon is recognized as the supreme king of martial arts, how could I not challenge him! Please take action, even if I die, I will have no regrets! "
The visitor smiled.
As he spoke, he drew out the golden-ringed sword on his back.
Watch this scene.
His cloudy eyes moved.
The world is still the same world.
Hatred, reputation, and interests are like an invisible web that tightly entangles everyone.
He had once been the master of this web, but now he was its prey.
As the innate master of the One and Only, the sword in his hand has killed countless enemies and challengers.
The names and faces of those people have long been blurred, and even the number cannot be remembered.
However, now his Lifespan has dried up, and those enemies that once lay dormant, the young people in the world who covet his reputation, and the young people who covet the interests in his hands.
They all jumped out impatiently.
The person in front of me is just the first chess piece to show up.
As an innate master, he could clearly feel that there were hundreds of masters lurking around the courtyard.
Their auras are either hidden or appearing, like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for an opportunity. Just waiting for him to reveal a flaw, they will swarm him and tear him into pieces.
The cold wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of blood.
He slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The sword has not been drawn out of its sheath, but the murderous intention has already arisen.
Jianghu, after all, must be washed away with blood.
Think of this.
He laughed wildly.
"Hahaha! Whatever!"
The wind and snow roared, and the sky and earth were vast.
His eyes were horribly bright in the cold wind, as if they were burning with his last remaining light.
"Since you want to kill me, then let me all die!"
Laughing wildly.
The figure flashed past like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the movement, leaving only a blurry afterimage.
The bearded man named Crazy Sword still maintained the posture of drawing the sword, but a thin line Crimson suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.
"... Ho... what a fast sword!"
Kuáng Dāo Sòng Yán's eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.
The words fell.
The whole body slowly dislocated along the blood line like an ice sculpture, and the sliding internal organs fell into the snow while steaming.
The snow was dyed red, broken internal organs and flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Retreat! Run away!"
"Damn it, the information is wrong, this person still has fighting power!"
"Sword Demon, please forgive me, we are just passing by..."
There were sounds of begging for mercy and screams all around, like the wails of hell.
In the snow.
He looked indifferent.
As the sword light flashed, his figure shuttled through the crowd like a god of death, and every time he swung his sword, it brought a rain of blood.
After a while, the screams gradually stopped, and the wind and snow seemed to calm down.
His figure reappeared, and the robe that was originally as white as snow had been soaked with blood and clung to his body wetly.
He was holding a long sword, with bright red blood drops dripping from the tip of the sword. His whole body was like a blood-stained statue, standing quietly in place.
Faint white smoke lingered on itself, gradually becoming thinner.
A gust of wind blew by, blowing the white hair covering his eyes.
The exposed eyes were gray and lifeless.
He is dead.
Click!
The will shook and the picture shattered.
Within the Tunjiang Palace.
Hu Qi suddenly opened his eyes.
Village hunters, dynasty princes, knight-errants, street beggars and market gangsters.
Every change of consciousness makes Hu Qi feel the ups and downs of different lives.
He seemed to have experienced countless reincarnations, seeing all the prosperity and loneliness in the world.
At this moment, his heart became increasingly calm and detached.
"That's it!"
Hu Qi's eyes flashed with a look of vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced hundreds of years and several different lives in that moment.
This also made Hu Qi understand.
Experience is only secondary.
The most important thing is to stay true to yourself in this world.
The road to immortality is long, and only by not forgetting your original intention can you achieve the great path.
And Hu Qi, no matter what world he is in or what his identity is, he is a person who is unwilling to be ordinary.
He has always had only one goal, and that is to continue to become stronger, so strong that he can overcome everything and reach the end.
Some people may find this boring, but this is what he pursues.
Just like with those who like to have wives and concubines in groups.
The path chosen is just different.
There is no victory over superiority or inferiority.
Just then.
The aura on his body began to change, as if he wanted to connect the world.
Since Essence Condensation Realm, whether it is the demon clan or Human Cultivators, every time they break through a major realm, they will be baptized by various catastrophes.
Heavenly tribulation can be seen as a disaster befalling the world itself.
And Hu Qi naturally has no intention of going through it.
What's more, it won't bring him any benefit at all.
A light mask transformed from Twisted Light appeared around him, covering himself so that the aura of his promotion was not leaked out at all.
A 'click' sound.
There was a crunching sound in the abdomen.
The vortex in the abdomen burst, and the Nascent Soul figure appeared in it, and then merged into itself.
Spirit Transformation Realm: After Nascent Soul was broken, the monk's soul and body resonated deeper.
Form a more stable "Yuan Shen."
Therefore, Spirit Transformation Realm is also called the Yuanshen realm.
When all the changes stopped, Hu Qi looked at the panel.
——
[Skill: Primordial Immortal Refining Record (Transformation of God: Level 1) △Natal Spell: Profound Yin Heavy Water]
[Modification Points: 58101(7%)]
Supplementing the state of mind, plus modifying and improving the first level of the technique, together, consumes a total of two thousand points Modification Points.
But this is nothing to Hu Qi's current Modification Points reserve.
Looking at the △ rune that can be modified later, Hu Qi did not hesitate.
"Crimson! Modify and upgrade Primordial Immortal Refining Record to the ninth level of the Transformation of God Chapter!"
Buzz!
The panel vibrates.
Spiritual energy surged around him crazily.
Tunjiang Palace is the palace chosen by Swallowing River Demon Lord. It is the center of Taize Lake's spiritual energy, and its concentration of spiritual energy is astonishing.
At this moment, the spiritual energy almost turned into liquid and was swallowed by him Gluttony Domain.
The monsters and spirits living in Taize Lake were horrified to find that all their spiritual energy had been lost and gathered somewhere.
Hu Qi can clearly feel the phantom of the soul in his body solidifying rapidly.
outside world.
This moment.
With the Tunjiang Palace at the bottom of the lake as the center of the circle, the spiritual energy with a radius of thousands of miles seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and turned into a huge whirlpool, gathering crazily.
On the originally calm lake surface, the wind and clouds were turbulent and the water waves surged into the sky.
Such a vision naturally attracted the attention of some monks.
Wang Family, in the courtyard.
Song Lingzi was leaning lazily under an old pine tree, holding a wine bottle in his hand, raising his head and taking a sip from time to time.
While explaining the key points of practice to Wang Zhanyuan beside him.
"The way to practice is to resonate with the heart and the heaven and earth, rather than blindly pursuing the accumulation of spiritual power. After today, you can kill demons and slay demons, and at the same time sharpen yourself..."
"Master, where should I look for monsters?"
Wang Zhanyuan asked.
"There are many demon clans in the Taize Lake in front of you, which is just the right place for you to sharpen your sword..."
Song Lingzi stroked his beard and said.
suddenly.
He seemed to have noticed something.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of Taize Lake.
His expression suddenly changed.
"Huh? This is..."