"What a strong river of qi and blood."

Mo Tianfeng was on the side, his eyes were hot, even the blood of the Wuxian Pass was not as strong as his.

What I heard about Zhang Ji before was more about his strategy, courage, and decisive decision-making in the face of danger.

But now Zhang Ji showed his cultivation talent, so it's okay to rain heavily.

When you step into Zhenwu of the River Realm, the Heyuan has such strong vitality and endless succession.

Only with such a young generation taking over can the future Xia Kingdom have hope.

Zhang Ji was immersed in it and could not hear the sounds from the outside world. While using the Nine Netherworld Fire, he was also asking himself to find the artistic conception of his own mountains and rivers.

When Zhang Tianling saw that he was in such a state of selflessness, his eyes shone. With such a heritage in Zhenwu Temple, why worry about not growing stronger in the future?

He didn't say anything, just waited quietly for Zhang Ji's needle.

The third needle.

Zhang Ji stabbed him into the Renzhong acupoint, causing the endless stream of Nine Netherworld Fire.

"Thoughts are like a mountain, what is the root?"

"Nine Nethers Tongtian Gate."

"What do you need in heaven and under the earth?"

"Order!" This word appeared in Zhang Ji's mind.

Indeed, when the vitality is strong between heaven and earth, but if there is no order, the vitality is too strong, and everything is hurt, it will be a disaster.

He condensed his thoughts with "Nine Netherworlds Tongtian Gate".

Every piece of thought is extraordinary and can attract all the powers of heaven and earth to form order.

The minds of gold and stone are built together, blending with each other, and the foundation of a mountain of order appears.

boom!

At this moment, Zhang Ji entered the four realms.

Vitality is the river, and order is the mountains.

With Zhang Ji as the center, the power of heaven and earth follows order and is full of vitality.

The mountains and rivers are transformed.

The Nine Netherworld Crouching turned into a purple fire, pouring into the golden needle.

Under Zhang Ji's thoughts.

The dark fire evolves into the posture of mountains and rivers, and strongly refines the evil silt in the Renzhong acupoint.

This time, it only took twenty minutes.

When the qi and blood transcend into rivers, the mind condenses into mountains.

Follow order and let the power of the Nine Netherworld Fire multiply and explode!

Order can not only restrain strength, but also allow the strength to be effectively exerted.

The mountains and the sky were filled with spiritual energy at the foot of Zhang Ji.

Baptized by the Ancestral Dragon Vein, he could deeply feel that he could better use the power of the earth under his feet.

The true meaning of the ancestor dragon contained in the dark gradually manifested as his dual cultivation entered the four realms.

"Okay, okay!" Mo Tianfeng looked very happy. Seeing that the origin of the old master's life was gradually recovering, his heart was finally relieved, as long as this continues.

The old master will definitely be able to recover from this, and will even go further.

Mo Tianfeng, Hong Yi, and Lin Chengming personally protected the Dharma.

Zhang Ji felt that when he entered the four realms of dual cultivation, he would be more than enough to refine evil silt.

"Master, I'm going to apply more needles!" Zhang Ji asked, "May you bear it?"

"Haha, don't worry, my body has already suffered a lot of torture in the world, and this pain is nothing to me." Zhang Tianling was very satisfied with his transformation.

Zhang Jiyi applied acupuncture at the Fengchi point, Yongquan point and Shaoshang point of the old master.

The Nine Netherworld Fire is like three golden needles at the same time, refining evil silt.

Just a day passed.

Zhang Ji refined 180 evil stagnations in the acupoints, and the withered hair on Zhang Tianling's body became crystal clear.

The skinny and bone-like body gradually filled with blood and the mental state changed drastically.

After one day, Zhang Ji returned to the Soul Prison.

Use the door-pushing practice to make yourself sleep, and a few hours have passed.

The source of qi and blood in the body and the root of thought have grown a lot.

The river rises slightly, and the hills rise higher.

As Zhang Ji's strength increases every day, the speed of refining acupoints is accelerated.

In just three days, the evil silt on Zhang Tianling's body was cleaned up.

This is like the shaking Zhang Tianling in the wind.

Now he has a childish face and strong body, qi and blood. He sits cross-legged there like an ancient giant beast.

Qi and blood are like the sky flood, and the bones in the body form natural runes independently.

The mystery contained in the evil silt was refined and integrated into the original source by Zhang Tianling.

Zhang Ji peeked at the sight of the spirit and found that his internal organs and flesh and blood were covered with hideous secret wounds and hard to heal.

Although the vitality of qi and blood in the body has recovered, it is still a bit slow to repair.

So Zhang Ji invoked the "Nine Phoenix Nirvana Technique" and introduced it into the body of the old master.

After baptism from the origin of the ancestor dragon vein, Zhang Ji's qi and blood are thick and strong, which further transformed the healing ability of "Nine Phoenix Nirvana Technique".

Zhang Tianling felt unprecedented pleasure. The hidden injuries that originally took some time to completely repair were recovering at this moment at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master, you choose a dragon element that suits you and refine and improve your origin." Zhang Ji knew that he could only do this.

Zhang Tianling has benefited a lot from those evil silts.

He was reborn and did not politely drive away the golden dragon essence and refine it into his body.

The golden dragon element was absorbed, and a layer of sharp golden light was attached to his body surface.

Half a day passed, and the hideous secret wounds in the body were completely repaired with the power of Long Yuan.

Zhang Tianling's body shook suddenly. When his body was intact, his qi and blood were surging like thunder sounds rolling, and a beam of starlight shone down from the nine heavens.

"It's broken!" Mo Tianfeng was ecstatic.

The old master of God broke the realm, which added the eighth immortal to the Xia Kingdom.

His identity was originally there, and the Seven Immortals were guided by him when they were young.

This was a huge joy for Xia Kingdom, especially when Longzhou Great Wall encountered a strong enemy.

Around Zhenwu Temple, the vast power of heaven and earth is approaching.

Li Xiuqin, who had been secretly not disturbing in the past two days, saw that Zhang Ji had finished his work, quickly brought a bowl of four-item beef soup: "Drink it soon, replenish it."

Zhang Ji looked happy and ate it in a few bites: "Zhou Jun, where did Sun Nuo and Chen Shun go?"

"I'm going to sea." Li Xiuqin sighed: "But I see Sun Nuo and Xiaojun, they may have a chance!"

"Ha?" Zhang Ji couldn't help but look happy when he heard this: "That's a good relationship..."

"Can't it be good? I'll pass on all the fortunes of my Zhenwu Temple to Sun Nuo, and this kid Chen Shun has also become a disciple of Zhenwu Temple!" At this time, Hong Yi, who was standing beside him, spoke.

Zhang Ji knew that Chen Shun must have received Ling Chuqing's order and stayed in Xiamen.

Let him lead a group of people to take root here, and at the same time be closer to grandma.

The foundation of Zhenwu View.

Ling Chuqing recognized it from the bottom of her heart, and establishing this relationship is very good for her or Chen Shun.

"How has Zhou Jun's cultivation improved?" Zhang Ji asked hurriedly.

"Hey, you new disciples have no shortage of resources, and there are some people to give me some advice. You are naturally very quick to cultivate with good talent."

"He has already entered the peak of Zhenwu in the Rain Realm, and the River Realm is just around the corner." Speaking of this, Hong Yi looked envious. They were so distressed back then.

If you have no resources, if you want money, you have to make money by yourself. The whole Zhenwu Temple is so poor that it is too poor.

"Uncle Master, please hand over these two dragons to Zhou Jun and Chen Shun..." Zhang Ji laughed.

Hong Yi twitched and cursed, "Are you polite? Are you polite? I am your uncle. Don't you think about uncle first?"

"Hi, Uncle Master, you have benefited me from all my achievements. I believe you will not treat yourself badly." Zhang Ji's words poked every word into Hong Yi's lung tube.

"Damn it, it really hurts you!" Hong Yi's old face turned red. He did make a lot of money from Zhang Ji's rewards.
To be continued...