Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 16: Practicing the Ming Wang Jue, Nie Ying builds the foundation

Nie Zhaonan used his spiritual consciousness to go deep into the Zixiao Cave and took a look at the spiritual herbs planted in the medicine fields. Only then did he realize that more than two months had passed.

He stood up and stretched his body, feeling very happy in his heart and smiling with satisfaction, "There are 264 bottles of Qi Refining Powder and 234 bottles of Zhen Yuan Pills. With so many pills, I can refine 3 pills a day. Even if the spiritual energy required for the practice is huge, it is enough for me to advance."

The magic power cultivated by Nie Zhaonan's Taiyi Divine Thunder Art is strong and pure, far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators, so naturally more spiritual power is required.

However, there are also many benefits. Whether it is breaking through bottlenecks or fighting between cultivators, Nie Zhaonan has a great advantage. The time for refining the elixir this time is also far lower than Nie Zhaonan's estimate.

Returning to the secret retreat room in the courtyard, Nie Zhaonan took out the Ming Wang Jue and prepared to refine the first level before the Bloody Trial began, to achieve the effect of being unable to be harmed by ordinary magic weapons. This would improve the safety in the Bloody Forbidden Land.

Read the exercises carefully, and check out the explanations of the exercises, the luck routes, and the illustrations in Ming Wang Jue.

Nie Zhaonan made hand gestures, touched the ground with his head, tilted his neck, and made his body hang upside down in the air. His limbs were also stretched forcefully, his joints were bent, and his hands and feet were pointing to different positions: Tianmen, Dantian, back, and chest.

It's confusing and the whole posture is extremely weird.

When Nie Zhaonan started practicing the Ming Wang Jue, his muscles and bones made strange noises from time to time, and he felt severe pain and couldn't help but groan.

Soon, beads of sweat flowed down his head onto the floor, soaking the ground. His clothes were also soaked with sweat, as if they had been fished out of the water, clinging tightly to his body, outlining the outline of his powerful figure.

His strong body kept shaking and his muscles were twitching constantly, and he was about to collapse, as if he would not be able to hold on any longer. Nie Zhaonan clenched his teeth.

One stick of incense, one hour, two hours
Time passed bit by bit.

Nie Zhaonan finally completed the initial operation of the Ming Wang Jue, but the result was quite unsatisfactory. He practiced for four hours, accompanied by unbearable pain, but could not feel any effect.

Nie Zhaonan was also a little disappointed: "The Ming Wang Jue is so difficult to practice, but this is just the beginning, it's a little hard to bear."

Then he pulled himself together and said, "Everyone knows the power of cultivating both the Dharma and the body, but even those high-level cultivators rarely cultivate both the Dharma and the body. This shows how difficult this road is. It is not something that ordinary people can walk on. If you don't endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear, how can you talk about being able to dominate your peers and laugh at the world in the future?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. Nie Zhaonan suddenly remembered something - "evil spirit". This is the accumulation of murderous spirit left on the body after killing a large number of cultivators or monsters of the same level. Ming Wang Jue is a Buddhist Kung Fu that has the effect of dissolving evil spirit. Han Li was once full of evil spirit, but he also easily practiced Ming Wang Jue to the second level.

Nie Zhaonan took out the golden obsidian containing the Gengjin divine thunder with surprise. There were flashes of golden lightning on it, accompanied by wisps of black and red evil spirit.

He practiced the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique and carefully drew a wisp of evil spirit floating around the golden obsidian into his body.

During the whole process, Nie Zhaonan did not dare to be careless at all. After all, this was the evil spirit associated with the Gengjin Divine Thunder. If he had not practiced the Taiyi Divine Thunder Art, he would not dare to be so bold and use this thing to practice.

Even so, Nie Zhaonan only dared to allow a tiny, inconspicuous strand of evil energy as thin as a hair into his body.

As soon as the evil spirit entered Nie Zhaonan's body, Nie Zhaonan felt his sea of ​​consciousness shaken, and a violent aura arose. His eyes turned red, and he wanted to start a killing spree.

Feeling all this, Nie Zhaonan immediately took back the golden obsidian. At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue to regain some clarity. He immediately began to practice the Ming Wang Jue. Familiar pain came, but Nie Zhaonan smiled.

He thought silently in his heart: "It really works. As I practice the Ming Wang Jue, the evil spirit is refined and my physical body is slowly getting stronger. It's more than ten times faster than before. At this rate, before the bloody trial begins, I should be able to improve my physical strength to be comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator." Time passed by little by little.

During the day, Nie Zhaonan took Qi-training powder and practiced the fourth level of Taiyi Shenlei Jue. At night, he drew evil spirits into his body and practiced Mingwang Jue.

Some of the scattered time is used to grow spiritual medicine, make talismans, and read the refining notes.
On this day, Nie Zhaonan, as usual, was refining Qi-training powder and practicing magic power in his room.

A sound transmission note suddenly flashed, passed through the magic circle, and came in front of Nie Zhaonan.

Nie Zhaonan picked up the sound transmission talisman, and a clear and pleasant voice filled with joy came: "Husband, I have broken through the foundation!"

The one who could make the sound transmission note reach Zhaonan without any hindrance was naturally Nie Ying.

Now, two and a half years have passed, and Nie Ying is already 19 years old. Being able to build a foundation at this age was beyond Nie Ying's expectations, but with Nie Zhaonan's unlimited supply of Bai Lingdan, it was natural.

Nie Ying had reached the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining three months ago, but Nie Ying did not go to rent a cave to build a foundation. Nie Zhaonan placed the Spirit Eye Spring in Nie Ying's room, so that the spiritual environment required for building a foundation could be met.

After setting up the inverted five elements formation, Nie Zhaonan would guard the courtyard, which would be much safer than renting a cave.

Nie Zhaonan stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open. A pretty figure with skin as white as snow and eyebrows as beautiful as pictures appeared, looking at Nie Zhaonan with sparkling eyes.

Nie Zhaonan walked forward and held Nie Ying in his arms, "Congratulations Ying'er for entering the foundation-building stage. You will be a great foundation-building cultivator in the future. We must celebrate it properly." His hands unconsciously wandered over Nie Ying's delicate body, pinching and touching her.

"Then my husband must serve me well today. In the past, I have always served you!" Nie Ying felt the strangeness in her body and couldn't help feeling happy in her heart. She also understood what her husband meant.

They have not really done what they should do since they got married. Although they have been open and honest with each other for a long time, that taboo is absolutely not to be touched.

After a few words, Nie Zhaonan picked up Nie Ying and walked into the boudoir. Nie Ying's face was red, and she hugged her husband's neck tightly, with her head resting on his chest.

They both fell on the bed, with Nie Zhaonan pressing down on Nie Ying's delicate body.

Through the thin clothes, the two felt each other's body temperature, the hot breath, the eyes looking into each other, and the two pairs of lips gradually approaching.

With one kiss, Nie Ying was intoxicated. Although she had experienced this more than once before, it was obvious that this time the meaning was completely different.

"From today on, I truly belong to my husband and am his true Taoist partner!" Nie Ying thought happily, her heart filled with sweetness.

"Husband, love me!" A seductive voice sounded vaguely, and it was Nie Ying who couldn't help but make an invitation.

Nie Zhaonan was also impatient. As a childhood sweetheart with a beautiful appearance and whom he loved deeply, he could not hold back any longer. However, in order to make Ying'er's first time more comfortable, Nie Zhaonan suppressed the urge to ravage her. This delicate flower must not be destroyed.

Thank you to all the Taoists for your collection, recommendation and monthly ticket support!

Thanks to book friend 20211024171836690 for the reward!


(End of this chapter)