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Text Chapter 141 The Immovable Vajra Body (asking for monthly votes)

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    A quarter of an hour later, Fang Ling slowly opened his eyes from practicing.  He glanced at the ice crystal, and his expression became more and more gloomy.  Regarding his injury, Fang Ling had already prepared for the worst.  But in fact, he found that his injuries were more serious than he thought.

    The head-on blow from the Lionhead Fish shattered most of his meridians. What made him even more uncomfortable was the cold air that was constantly circulating in his body.  This cold and cold air was like maggots in the tarsal bones. Fang Ling had just used all his strength to drive away only a part of it.  According to Fang Ling's estimate, he would need at least a month of practice to get rid of all the cold and cold energy in his body.  Now he is just a little better than an ordinary seventh-level Qi-training monk.

    However, fortunately, the outer elixir was not affected at all, which made Fang Ling breathe a sigh of relief.

    After taking out the jade bottle containing the orb from the Small Universe Bag, Fang Ling's consciousness swept towards the jade bottle.  But at this time, there was no orb in the jade bottle, and there was only a shallow layer of liquid.  The liquid is transparent, but if you look closely, you can see a small dragon shadow swimming in it.  From the beginning, Fang Ling suspected that the orb was Taisheng Shui. Now when he saw the changes in the jade bottle, his certainty became stronger.

    When Chun Wushuang and Fang Ling entered the Jiulong Pond, Chun Wushuang had already told Fang Ling how to use Taisheng Water.  Thinking of the benefits of Taisheng Water, Fang Ling couldn't help but feel excited.  After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling carefully took out a drop from the jade bottle.  Seeing that there seemed to be a dragon shadow surrounding the drop of water, Fang Ling, with thoughts flashing in his mind, struck the drop of water twice in the air, dividing the drop of water into three parts.

    Putting the two portions back into the jade bottle, Fang Ling followed Chun Wushuang's instructions and slowly swallowed the third of the dripping water into his mouth.  As the water droplets fell into his mouth, a heart-piercing chill suddenly appeared in Fang Ling's heart.

    At this moment, Fang Ling was not surprised but happy. This cold air contained a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy. As long as the heaven and earth spiritual energy in this drop of water could be refined.  Then his injuries will be able to recover a lot.  What's more, he vaguely felt that the most important thing in the water was not the spiritual energy, but a special substance.

    With the operation of Fang Ling's Pei Yuan Gong, the temperature around Fang Ling began to drop, and the rolling cold current condensed into a thick layer of ice armor on his body in just an instant.  The ice armor is getting thicker and thicker.  In just half an hour, the ice armor actually condensed to about half a foot.

    When the ice armor began to condense, Fang Ling was still a little happy, but when his skin began to freeze and crack in the ice armor, Fang Ling felt a little bad.  Under the influence of the Immovable Vajra Technique, Fang Ling's body was able to withstand a blow from an ordinary magic weapon.  But under the cover of the ice, small crack-like openings kept appearing.  There are more and more holes, and they are getting bigger and bigger. If anyone enters the room, they will find that Fang Ling has become a bloody man.  And the cold air that broke through the skin continued to invade the flesh and blood under Fang Ling's skin along with the cracks.

    The coldness that was originally suppressed in the belly.  At this time, some confusion began.  Fang Ling gritted his teeth tightly and used all his strength to suppress the coldness in his body.  He knew very well that once the internal and external auras were mixed together, his body would probably freeze into a layer of ice.

    what to do?  Thoughts flashed in Fang Ling's mind, and he suddenly stopped the operation of the Peiyuan Gong, and changed the technique to the Immovable Vajra Technique.  Although he doesn't know whether the body-training method of Fudo Vajra Technique is useful, but if he keeps running the Yuan-Pui Yuan Gong.  What was waiting for him was to be frozen into ice cubes.

    It¡¯s a dead end anyway, so why not give it a try!

    The moment Fang Ling stopped cultivating the Yuan Gong, a cold that could freeze the heart and lungs rushed from Fang Ling's abdomen straight to his mind.  Under the impact of this cold air, Fang Ling felt that his consciousness was so frozen that he could no longer function!

    The verses of the Maitreya Sutra were constantly recited in Fang Ling's heart.  The frozen consciousness turned into a sharp sword under the action of the verse, constantly slashing at the billowing cold air.  At the same time, a faint golden light rose from Fang Ling's body.  The golden light slowly closed the cracks on Fang Ling's body, tearing at Fang Ling's body crazily with the cold air.

    Under the influence of Maitreya's Xia Sheng Sutra, Fang Ling's consciousness became extremely sharp.  It was as if pain like a thousand cuts was running through Fang Ling's body.  Fang Ling's flesh kept closing and being pulled apart.  The layers of fresh flesh skin were torn into more cracks the moment they were formed.  Fang Ling suddenly felt a salty feeling in his throat and his legs were soft, as if he had collapsed.  The blood that had been suppressed for too long was boiling at that moment, trying to rush out bravely. He used his last bit of reason to remind himself: Persevere, persevere, but it was so futile that it had no effect at all. He could only tremble all over his body, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly control it.  .

    Fang Ling's heart was filled with a feeling of joy.Trembling with emotion, his consciousness became blurred in the pain. He forgot about pain, death, and everything.

    In this oblivion, he was just running the Immovable Vajra Technique crazily, and the consciousness in his heart silently recited the verse.

    Fang Ling couldn't see that the golden light formed outside the body by the Immovable Diamond Art slowly turned into dark gold, and the skin that was constantly alternating between collapse and closing fell off in large tracts.  After the light completely turned into a dark golden color, a layer of skin like white jade slowly emerged outside Fang Ling's body.

    The cold air in the room slowly dissipated.  Fang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, had a faint smile on his lips.  This smile seems to be relief, or even more like the Buddha holding a flower, showing a mysterious thing.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took before Fang Ling regained consciousness.  He felt that everything around him had become one with him.  The river water is gentle and the night wind is gentle, and he is like a part of the river water and night wind, smooth and fluttering!

    He doesn¡¯t want to wake up from this state, but the more he doesn¡¯t want to, the faster this feeling goes away.  In an instant, everything seemed to have changed.  The river is still the river, the night wind is still the night wind, and he, Fang Ling, is still Fang Ling.

    With his heart filled with reluctance, Fang Ling quickly checked his current status.  The scope of his consciousness has not increased, but it has become sharper.  As that thought flashed, a crack suddenly appeared in a porcelain bottle five feet in front of Fang Ling.

    Looking at the crack, Fang Ling's heart was filled with shock.  Although he relied on his spiritual consciousness to put pressure on Qi Practitioners, he rarely used his spiritual consciousness as a means of attack.  But now, this sudden transformation of divine consciousness into a sword made his heart beat faster.

    Using the sword of divine consciousness to kill people means that as long as you raise this thought, you can kill the person you want to kill through your spiritual thoughts.  Although the sword of consciousness formed by Fang Ling's consciousness was still very weak at this time, Fang Ling felt that once he cultivated this sword of consciousness to a certain level, it would be one of his trump cards.

    "Death!" A mouse rushed over from the adjacent cabin. Fang Ling looked at the mouse and slashed it with the sword of consciousness.  The mouse moved a moment when Fang Ling's thoughts flashed, but then ran away like lightning.

    And when the mouse left the floor, there was a long trace of blood, which all meant that the mouse had been injured.  Fang Ling looked at the thin blood stains, and his excitement dissipated a lot. Although the sword transformed by his consciousness will definitely be very useful in the future, now it can only scratch people's itch.

    Fang Ling's eyes fell on his skin again, and the fine skin glowed with a faint and round brilliance.  Fang Ling could even feel the tenacity hidden in every inch of his skin.  After hesitating for a moment, Fang Ling took out an ordinary flying sword from his storage bag and slashed it towards his skin.  The moment the sword light swelled with Fang Ling's skin, a faint dark golden light rose from Fang Ling's skin. The moment the sword light touched the skin, it made a sound of gold and iron.

    After the sound, Fang Ling's skin that had been scratched by the sword light was still as smooth as jade, as if the sword light had never scratched it at all.  This discovery made Fang Ling's heart skip a beat, and then he fiercely raised the flying sword in his hand with mana and slashed it towards his arm.

    The sword light flashed, and dark golden light rose from Fang Ling's skin at the same time. A louder sound of gold and iron rang in Fang Ling's ears. Along with the sound of gold and iron, a faint white color appeared on Fang Ling's skin.  print.

    Although the white mark was a bit deep, there was no trace of blood.  Looking at the white seal, a hint of understanding appeared in Fang Ling's heart.  He had always felt that he had almost understood the Immovable Diamond Art, but at this moment, Fang Ling realized how far behind he was.

    The reason why my Immovable Vajra Body has not improved for a long time is not because I have cultivated it to the extreme, but because I do not have the correct method to train it!  Although the formula of the Immovable Vajra Technique seems simple, the phrase "become a Buddha through a hundred attempts" contains a profound mystery that makes people think deeply.

    Although the Immovable Vajra Body has made considerable progress, Fang Ling has not recovered much from his injuries.  Fang Ling, who was about to take a rest before practicing again, walked out of the cabin as soon as he collected the twelve missing flags arranged in the room.

    The moonlight is like water, the wind is gentle and the water is flowing slowly.

    Looking at all this, Fang Ling felt like he had returned to the previous artistic conception.  Just when he was about to appreciate this rare tranquility, a thought in his mind suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

    I saw a figure on the top of the boat with arms stretched out and clothes fluttering, slowly walking towards the full moon in the water!

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