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Chapter 142 The Realm of Subtleties

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    In a cell in the Blackstone Iron Prison, Zhang Debiao and the old lunatic fought again. The two broke up immediately, and both staggered back.

    The old lunatic spread his buttocks on the ground, gasped for breath, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No more beatings, no more beatings! I'm almost exhausted!"

    Zhang Debiao still felt energetic, and the middle dantian in his heart continued to provide him with strong energy and blood, throbbing, as if the strength in his body was inexhaustible.  , Every time I was beaten up by him, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, but this time I was able to beat him to the point of begging for mercy, the Zhongdantian is really amazing, without this experience, I am afraid that I would never open up the Zhongdantian in my life, this is a blessing in disguise."

    Zaid looked at him in amazement, wondering why he became violent all of a sudden and beat the gorilla, the old madman, begging for mercy.

    "Damn barbarian, I guess I've taken aphrodisiacs these days" The undead holy magister muttered, and continued to stimulate the dark magic power to erode the magic seal.

    Zhang Debiao ignored him, and spread his right hand lightly, the tip of his index finger flashed, a hair-thin saber aura twirled and danced at the fingertip, and then more saber aura jumped out from the tip of other fingers, which was also extremely delicate.

    Huh!

    The five sword qi suddenly ignited black flames, like five black thin needles, piercing and striking each other in his palm, making a clear and clear sound.

    The old maniac and Zayed both looked at his palm, the old maniac just thought it was fun, and looked at him with his mouth wide open, but the surprise on Zayed's face became more and more difficult to hide.

    Zhang Debiao's vindictive cultivation, of course, he doesn't like. Although vindictive energy is not weak to others, it is still a thousand miles away from the holy magister.

    What Zaid was really surprised about was that Zhang Debiao had mastered fighting spirit and mental power to such an extent!

    "When I mastered the elements and spiritual power to this level, I was already a ninth-level great magister, and I was nearly eighty years old." The eyes of the holy magister Zaid flickered, and the subtleties were a watershed.  Whether the mastery of the elements can be nuanced is the key to testing whether a person can truly become a holy magician.

    Take Zayed's Death Sickle as an example. The structure principle of the Death Sickle is the same as that of the Elemental Sword, but its power is not the same. The Elemental Sword relies on the huge spiritual force and the cohesion of magic elements.  unbreakable.

    If it encounters an attack as strong as that of the extraterrestrial demons, it will shatter like glass.

    Zaid's Death Scythe is different. The Death Scythe has a more wonderful structure mixed with spiritual power and dark elements. It condenses various runes and magic circles. Every element is arranged just right. Its power can be said to be no less than that of a legendary weapon.  This is the function of the subtle realm.

    More importantly, super-level magic such as forbidden spells requires a subtle state to be cast. Only by controlling one's own mental power and elements to the utmost can one control the power that makes the world change color and tremble.

    The same is true for fighting qi cultivation, but the elements are replaced by fighting qi. The two cultivation systems can be said to lead to the same goal and have similarities, so a magician may have a disciple who cultivates fighting qi, and a swordsman can also accept a magician's apprentice.

    The formation of such a delicate saber energy in Zhang Debiao's palm shows that he has initially stepped into the threshold of the micro realm, and becoming an existence like a sword master is only a matter of time and cultivation, which is why Zaid was shocked.

    "A few days ago, this kid was a guy with a very simple mind and a very violent life. Why did he suddenly reach the state of subtlety now?" The undead holy magister was puzzled.

    In fact, Zhang Debiao did not know that there is such a state of subtlety in the cultivation of Dou Qi. He has always been practicing alone, groping alone, without guidance.  This time his dantian was sealed, he found another way to open up the middle dantian of the upper dantian, and only then did he realize that when the barbaric fighting energy circulated in the two dantians, there would be a strange tingling sensation between the eyebrows.

    Accompanied by this kind of tingling pain, the mental power became clearer, more accurate and handy.  The center of the eyebrows is originally the window of spiritual power, storing and nourishing battle energy in the center of the eyebrows, this move is absolutely unprecedented, no one else has ever taken care of such parts as the center of the eyebrows and the heart, who is so bold as him?

    But from this, the control of mental power over grudge is more flexible.

    The effect of the dantian in the ventricle is even more significant. Now his heart supplies powerful qi and blood to all parts of the body, constantly washing the tendons and cutting the marrow, and the blood in the body is constantly purified, so that he can always maintain abundant physical energy.  After opening up the middle dantian, the first person who was too much to fight with the old madman turned out to be that crazy old man.

    These days, ZhangBesides, I really don't have the confidence to escape from here alone"

    The holy magister snorted, and said with a smile: "The last sentence is the truth. But the ugly words come first. Before fleeing here, we are friends who share life and death. I will never put cold arrows in your back, but leave the black stone  After prison, it¡¯s hard to say, I can stab you in the back, and you can stab me in the back Well, just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement! What do you think of this proposal?"

    "Pervert!" Zhang Debiao muttered, stretched out his big hand and said, "Deal!"

    The two high-fived each other, Zhang Debiao smiled and said, "Master Holy Magister, do you have any means to get out of this cell?"

    "No, unless I wait until my cultivation base recovers and break the rune formation system of this prison."

    Zhang Debiao felt a little disappointed, took out a keel bone from the space ring, and threw it to Xiao Hei. The Cerberus immediately gnawed on the bone, chomping and collapsing.

    "Compared to the poor food for the three of us, Xiao Hei's treatment is much better. Hey, what is the old lunatic doing?"

    The crazy old man was squatting on the ground at the moment, tearing his hair with both hands, making a ho-ho sound from his throat.  Zhang Debiao stepped forward and looked down, only to see a pair of patterns painted on the ground, these patterns are disorderly, it seems to be a kind of martial arts, presumably from the hands of the crazy old man.

    Zhang Debiao took a look at those patterns, but didn't pay attention to them. How can you believe what a lunatic drew?  Stretch out your feet to erase the pattern, without the interference of these patterns, the old lunatic returned to normal, and hid in the corner to install mushrooms.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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