Ling Tian has a special physique, and his mental cultivation is higher than that of spiritual energy. The "Bodhi Zen Book" and "Tianyan Buddha Body" exercise at the same time, so the spiritual energy in his body was recovered very quickly, and not long after, his spiritual energy had recovered to a certain extent.

The magnificent and solemn spiritual energy of the Buddhas nourished and tempered his body, and the Bodhi tree in his mind sprinkled with the chaotic aura in his meridians. His injuries were almost repaired, and his muscles were trembling all over his body, and his body continued to strengthen.

Ling Tian didn't stand up immediately, put his spiritual consciousness inward, and checked his physical condition. After a while, his brows stretched, his mouth was raised high, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

"Haha, this injury made my meridians even more loose. Some places can already allow a wisp of spiritual energy to pass through, but it has not been fully unblocked, and the spiritual energy cannot be smoothly collected into the dantian." Ling Tian smiled slightly, very satisfied with the loose meridians.

"I guess after the operation on the ancient battlefield is over, all the meridians in my body can be unblocked, and then I can condense the golden elixir." Ling Tian secretly calculated in his heart, very happy.

If the meridians are loose, Ling Tian can practice normally. A golden elixir can be condensed in the dantian, so Ling Tian can integrate the Poqiong into the Golden elixir as his natal elixir.

The natal alchemy weapon is used to train one's own life and life, and it will be more handy when used, and its power will be greatly enhanced.

Previously, Ling Tian used the heart as the golden elixir, but he didn't know whether the heart was specializing in the body or other things. He could not integrate Poqiong into his heart, so Poqiong could not become his natal alchemy tool.

Although the power of the Breaking Sphere is already amazing, it is quite difficult to pull the Breaking Sphere. With Ling Tian’s current cultivation level, he cannot completely open the Breaking Sphere, which is something that Ling Tian has always been troubled by.

After Poqiong became his natal alchemy weapon, it is believed that it would be much easier to pull Poqiong open. Moreover, with the nourishment of the golden elixir, Poqiong's recovery will also be accelerated. This is undoubtedly Ling Tian's most concerned thing.

"Haha, what kind of exercise should I practice after my tendons and veins are cleared?" Ling Tian smiled slightly and muttered in his heart.

The "Bodhi Zen Book" is a Buddhist technique. Although it is quite powerful, it has many disadvantages. This technique is most suitable for practicing the body, and the cultivation level is relatively slow. Moreover, Ling Tian has practiced this technique. If the meridians are practiced again, the gain will not be great for him, and this will greatly slow down his cultivation level. He naturally does not want to do this.

"It would be great if I could get the martial arts skills of Jiange. Then I could change them slightly, replace the sword intent with the sword intent of Breaking the Sky, condense the arrow tires. With the addition of Breaking the Sky, the power would probably be even more amazing." Ling Tian muttered in his heart, he was quite envious of the martial arts of Jiange.

Ling Tian's body and body are already very strong, so he hopes that his attack will be stronger. The Jiange martial arts are mainly attacking and are known as invincible among the same level. Ling Tian is naturally obsessed with it.

"It's a pity that it's not easy to get the Jiange martial arts, alas." Ling Tian sighed, feeling very regretful. He finally eliminated this emotion and comforted himself: "Forget it, let's talk about it later. Anyway, my father gave me a lot of martial arts. If it really doesn't work, you can find a martial art to practice. My father and the master both said that the best martial arts that suit me is. I will modify it a little at that time and it will be done if it suits me."

Thinking of this, Ling Tian felt much more comfortable. Then he opened his eyes and looked around. The middle-aged man sat cross-legged, obviously still healing his injuries.

Ling Tian looked carefully and saw that the middle-aged man took Yunling Pill, and the spiritual energy in his body was quickly replenished. His body was filled with black air, and the wound was almost healing, and his pale face was also much rosy. It was obvious that the injury was about to be repaired.

Seeing this, Ling Tian felt much more at ease. Then he looked around. The purple mist marten was very happy when he saw Ling Tian wake up. Its body flashed and came to Ling Tian. Its purple tail rubbed Ling Tian, ​​looking flattering.

Ling Tian looked down at it, and he felt quite comfortable when he saw it so spiritual. But suddenly he saw a wound on the purple mist spirit marquis, with blood spilling out faintly from the wound, and a slight wisp of sword intent that was shaking in the sky was raging, preventing the spirit marquis from repairing itself.

Ling Tian knew that the wound was attacked by Mo Yun and others. Their sword intent was extremely sharp, and they killed the sky and attacked people. Their attacks would leave a mark of their sword intent, which would be difficult to remove.

Ling Tian frowned slightly and asked, "Friend, does your wound still hurt?"

Upon hearing this, the purple mist spirit squinted eyes flashed by, obviously still holding a grudge against Mo Yun and others. When it saw Ling Tian ask, it pretended to be extremely aggrieved and filled with emotion, which seemed extremely pitiful.

Such spirituality made Ling Tian very funny. He stroked the smooth fur of the purple mist spirit marten and smiled and said, "Okay, I know you are wronged, I'll treat you."

"Squeak..."

The purple mist spirit mink squeaked, and his eyes were filled with joy, but after a moment it tilted its head with a look of suspicion. It was obvious that it did not think Ling Tian could cure it.

"Okay, you actually doubt me. I'm sad. Huh, I won't treat you anymore." Ling Tian pretended to be sad, looking angry.

Seeing Ling Tian like this, the purple mist spirit siew was anxious, and then looked at Ling Tian with a flattering look, with excitement in his eyes.

Ling Tian would not be really angry. He looked at the wound of the purple mist spirit marten carefully. It was very simple to heal the wound. The trouble was to remove the sword intent from the wound. Ling Tian pondered and tried hard to think of a solution.

Seeing Ling Tian’s solemn appearance, the purple mist spirit couldn’t help but believe his previous words a little. At this time, it no longer disturbed Ling Tian and stood quietly by.

"Boqiong, is there any way to remove the sword intent from the wound of the purple mist spirit sable?" Ling Tian asked Boqiong in his heart.

"If your cultivation level is high enough, you can force the sword intent to force it out." Po Qiong pondered for a moment and said.

"Uh, can you give me some effective methods? Even though I know that my cultivation is insufficient, I still have to say this. Did you do it on purpose?" Ling Tian said angrily.

"Hehe, don't I want to see you look embarrassed?" Poqiong laughed, proud and laughed for a while. He continued, "Since you can't force it out, you can only destroy this sword intent and then guide it out."

"Well, how can we destroy it?" Ling Tian was overjoyed when he heard that there was a solution and asked in a hurry.

"The easiest way is to directly attack this sword intent with brute force, but this requirement is very high for attacking. It must destroy the sword intent, but it cannot hurt the injured." Poqiong said.

"Oh, that's how it is, then my swastika finger should be fine." Ling Tian thought for a while.

"Well, you can try it. Anyway, the physical cultivation of this purple mist spirit marten is pretty good. Even if you get hit by you, it won't be a big deal." Po Qiong was somewhat suspicious.

"You, why don't you believe me so much?" Ling Tian was furious.

"Okay, since you believe in yourself so much, then do it. Alas, the poor purple mist spirit marten." Although Poqiong said this, he looked like he was pitying the purple mist spirit marten, which made Ling Tian very angry.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Tian tried hard to calm down, then opened his eyes and looked at the purple mist spirit marten in front of him.

When the purple mist spirit saw Ling Tian wake up, he guessed that he had found a solution. It was very excited and squeaked constantly.

"Uh, I found a treatment method, but this method hurts a little. You need a ninja point." Ling Tian looked at the Ziwu Ling Diao and suddenly became a little nervous. He tried hard to make the Ziwu Ling Diao believe in him.

Hearing this, the Purple Mist Spirit Diao was undoubtedly there. It had been tortured by this sword intent for a long time and could not bear it. Now, when he heard that Ling Tian had a way to solve it, he was very happy, as if you were assured that you could bear it for me.

Seeing that the Ziwu Ling Diao believed in him so much, Ling Tian was slightly moved and calmed down his nervous heart. Then he looked at the Ziwu Ling Diao's wound carefully and prepared to take action.

"Friend, I'm going to start, you can hold on." Ling Tian said.

The purple mist spirit nodded, squeaked a few times, obviously ready.

Seeing this, Ling Tian's right index finger was faintly lit, and a small "卍" character appeared, hidden, the air trembled slightly, and its power was amazing. At a glance, he knew that Ling Tian's swastika finger had achieved something. He took a breath again, then stared at the sword intent at the wound, and reached out to touch.

The golden "卍" character circled, but it didn't go through his fingers. As Ling Tian slowly advanced, he pointed to the sword energy. Ling Tian's movements were very careful and slow, trying hard to control the energy without overflowing.

The character "卍" hit the sword intent, and it was extremely solid. The sword energy trembled violently, looking like it was about to collapse. However, at this time, the character "卍" at the end of Ling Tian's finger also disappeared. He was afraid that he would hurt the purple mist spirit marten, so the swastika finger he used was insufficiently powerful and did not destroy the sword energy.

"Squeak..."

The purple mist spirit mink screamed in pain and his whole body was trembling, but its cultivation was very high, and its body was strong, so it could not bear it.

Ling Tian saw it trembling and felt a little guilty, but looking at the sword intent again, it was much dimmer, and it was obvious that the attack just now was still effective. Seeing this, Ling Tian's confidence increased greatly, and then his index finger continued to point it out. This time the character "卍" was much brighter, and it was obviously more powerful than the last time.

"puff!"

The character "卍" hit the sword intent, and the sword intent suddenly dissipated, and a soft puff sound was made. Ling Tian let out a sigh of relief. He finally destroyed the sword intent. The rest was very simple. Ling Tian lightly captured his palm, and the scattered sword intent was immediately sucked out.

Ling Tian smiled slightly, then bit his index finger and dripped blood on the wound of the purple mist spirit marion. The spiritual energy in the purple mist spirit marion marion was circulating. The wound healed at a level visible to the naked eye. After a moment, it was as intact as before, and there was no trace of the wound again.

"Squeak..."

The purple mist spirit marten was very excited when he saw the wound healed and kept circling around Ling Tian.

"Okay, okay, there are still some internal injuries in your body. You should quickly use your spiritual energy to repair it." Ling Tian reminded the Purple Mist Spirit Sable.

Hearing this, the purple mist spirit squirted to the side and went to recover.
Chapter completed!