Destiny is ashes

Chapter 27: Heavenly Sword Conquers Evil (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

"Don't stop! Use your thoughts as a sword and guide your breath."

At this moment, An Jing, who had slashed out with the sword, had difficulty breathing. The sword spirit, who was watching this scene with appreciation, immediately gave instructions: "The amount of demon meat you consumed is huge, and the accumulation is thick. Once you break through, you will actually reach the state of inner energy like a river - but because of this, the backlash will be even stronger!"

"Guide the breath to Dantian!"

An Jing took a deep breath, and at the moment he slashed the Bloody Sword, he felt a thick, pure, warm current surging out of his body. The mellow breath came from nowhere, like a rushing river. There was no doubt that it was his 'Innate Qi'!
His heart skipped a beat. This heartbeat was much louder and louder than before, like Thor beating his drum, with heaven and earth resounding in unison.

In just a moment, this rich warm current all became the 'internal breath' that could be controlled by him. However, after slashing out with the sword, An Jing also lost the mental strength to completely control all the internal breath. For a moment, the internal breath scattered and tried to return to various parts of his body.

But fortunately, there is the sword spirit. An Jing followed the instructions and breathed deeply. Big drops of sweat were constantly coming out from his arms and chest, bringing with them a strange fragrance.

Those were the medicinal powers accumulated in An Jing's flesh and blood from taking monster meat and ruthless water for a long time. These medicinal powers interfered with and paralyzed An Jing's perception, subtly transforming An Jing's body and mind.

But not anymore.

At this moment, in An Jing's body, there was a burning energy as hot as a sword wandering, just like swallowing a mouthful of boiling iron, which burned a path in the body. Wherever it burned, the person would sweat profusely, and expel the harmful medicinal effects from the body.

This is the peaceful innate Qi, which is also the inner breath.

This feeling of energy is extremely hot and difficult to control, just like how people find it difficult to control their gastrointestinal motility and the functioning of their internal organs. Even guiding it is difficult.

However, warriors can control the sword to move in a certain direction and strengthen a certain part of their body by practicing sword moves. It is simple, quick and exhilarating.

Repeated consumption and stimulation, repeated eating and exercise can strengthen your internal energy and enhance your control.

This is also the origin of the saying "the poor are good at literature but rich are good at martial arts" - to truly enter the realm of a martial artist, the physical strength and blood consumed by daily training of internal energy is extremely huge, and can only be replenished with a large amount of food or elixirs.

However, the big sects have a special "visualization method" that can use visualization to guide the circulation of internal breath and strengthen the rich internal breath with the least consumption of blood and energy.

Qingjing Sword Contemplation is just such a method of visualization. Under the guidance of the rusty sword of Qingjing Sword Contemplation, the overly hot blood and internal energy gradually become controllable and pure in the process of polishing the rust... As long as you continue to practice, not only the internal energy, but also the peaceful soul will be greatly improved!
It is worthy of being the 'foundation of all methods' as mentioned by the sword spirit!
"It's time to go back."

Calm the internal energy in the body, gather it all back to the Dantian, then circulate it throughout the body along the path of Zhoutian, and then return to the Dantian, forming a cycle.

An Jing's eyes were bright at this time, the light slowly faded, and the bloody sword energy in his hand also retracted back into his body.

He didn't know where the Blood Sword came from, but he could wield it at will, with great agility. However, it consumed a lot of blood and energy and reduced his physical strength.

He could ask the sword spirit about this matter later, but now, if the time in the two worlds was the same, An Jing estimated that it was almost dawn, and he had to go back to the dormitory immediately.

However, even so, An Jing did not forget the most important thing.

First, he practiced the Pure and Tranquil Sword Technique to calm and disguise his inner breath, and then the sword spirit moved slightly to cover it up.

Then, An Jing collected two large-caliber pistols, a spiritual pistol and some magazines that he had collected, and summoned the Rusty Sword.

Under the guidance of the sword spirit, he slashed again, broke through the gap, and returned to Huaixu.

Within the ruins.

After An Jing left, some time passed.

A faint rustling sound was heard, and countless shadows gathered together, condensing into a dark shadow, which quietly came to the place where An Jing was originally.

It stayed in front of the sword mark left by An Jing and observed for a long time, looked around fearfully, then dispersed quietly and retreated back into the shadows.

Embryonic world.

Xuanmingzhuang.

The heavy rain was still going on and the lights were flickering, but the patrollers were gone.

An Jing walked out of the storage room, then restrained his breath and strode towards the main village.

With the help of the heavy rain, he washed away the medicinal gas from his body, and when passing by those "water tanks", An Jing stopped for a moment. Then, An Jing made up his mind and turned around and headed towards the main village.

He won't forget.

Back in their dormitories, everyone slept soundly. There was no teacher to patrol or watch over them because An Jing himself was in charge of the dormitory.

The owner of the medicine shop will not keep an eye on him all the time. As long as the 'patrol instructor' does not catch An Jing, An Jing can continue to lead the team to practice the next day, which will be considered a full score.

As for how An Jing avoided the instructor's inspection, that was his own ability and the owner of the medicine shop would not care.

Easily wring out the clothes, change back into your original clothes, and hide your guns.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the silent darkness.

An Jing dreamed of a sword.

This is a long sword with a simple shape. The sword guard is mysterious and connected to the sword body, just like a cold and clear spring under the moonlight.

The sword is three fingers wide and four feet long. The nearly transparent silver-white sword body reflects a faint green cloud pattern as the light passes through it.

The cold breath was refined by the transparent murderous aura, and the unspeakable coldness slowly seeped out from the sword's edge.

Staring at the edge of the blade, even in the hottest days of summer, one feels as if they are in the coldest part of the north.

And it was held in one hand, pale and slender, but powerful.

A slender hand with distinct joints tightly grasps the hilt of the sword, and a lonely figure stands high in the sky.

A bird's-eye view of a cruel and corrupt world.

Above the earth, buildings are stacked up and cities thousands of miles long are burning; at the top of the sky, countless cloud cities have fallen and caves are hanging high like stars.

Thousands of countries fought and killed each other, blood flooded the mountains like a sea, and bones covered the plains. The extravagant emperor was located in the capital on the top of the pillar of heaven. Countless slaves and servants were crawling on the ground, and the gorgeous gardens were filled with men and women entangled like fleshworms. The smell of blood could be smelled in the wine pools and meat forests, and the black smoke from burning people reached the sky.

And on top of the pillar of heaven, the Sky Cloud City and the tops of the many caves, pairs of eyes looked down at the turbulent world. They were not indifferent, not pleased, not compassionate, and naturally not malicious.

They just stared, waiting for some seed to walk out of this sea of ​​blood, desire and flesh and become one of them.

They did not wait for the true demon seed that emerged from endless suffering and despair and gained enlightenment.

They waited for a sword.

At first, they were just twinkling stars at the top of the sky, and then they quickly grew larger, larger than all the cloud cities floating in the sky, and large enough to split the entire sky. A towering divine sword broke through the clouds from the top of the sky, splitting the sky and the entire world.

When An Jing saw the sword clearly, he felt as if he was hit by it - but it didn't.

Because it's broken.

Cut it off at the root.

It is an echo from the long past, it is just a remnant of the past eternity.

【Fuxie】

Finally, the boy only heard this cold voice, echoing softly in his ears: [Unsheath]

Sonorous——

An Jing woke up to the sound of sword.

(End of this chapter)