Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The stubbornness of this ink far exceeded Zuo Feng's imagination, and he did not expect that this ink would undergo such a transformation after absorbing those small black particles.

Although he did not know much about ink, Zuo Feng could guess that the ink that had become restless at this moment must not be allowed to stay. Not only must it be expelled from the body, but this matter must be done immediately. The longer it takes, the more disadvantageous it will be for oneself.

At such a critical moment, Zuo Feng could no longer be as calm as before, and his nerves were all tense at this time. The stubbornness of the ink was also unimaginable. Under Zuo Feng's continuous efforts, the other party only moved a little from the abdomen to the top.

Just such a short distance, Zuo Feng was already sweating profusely, and all the spiritual power in his body burst out.

Although only a small part was moved, Yao Qing, who was very close, seemed to have noticed it and subconsciously made a light "Huh". There was a clear look of surprise in her eyes, and there was a taste of re-examining Zuo Feng.

Yao Qing was someone who understood the characteristics of the ink at this time. She estimated that it was almost impossible for Zuo Feng to remove the ink from his body with his current cultivation level. In the end, he would need her to assist him. But what she didn't expect was that Zuo Feng could actually move a small part of the ink.

Although it seemed that this was only a small part, it was actually enough to surprise Yao Qing. What he didn't understand was that Zuo Feng seemed to be at the third level of the tendon hardening period, but the total amount and quality of his spiritual energy had almost reached the level of the middle and late stages of the tendon hardening period, so the result would naturally be far beyond Yao Qing's expectations.

Until this time, Zuo Feng also knew how difficult the ink was. He didn't say anything and sat down cross-legged on the ground, posing a cultivation posture. Mobilizing spiritual energy in the state of cultivation is also the most handy way to control spiritual energy, but no warrior would intend to fight the enemy in the state of cultivation, otherwise everyone's strength would be greatly improved.

Under Zuo Feng's mobilization, the spiritual energy rushed towards the ink in his abdomen in waves, and the thunder power carried in it also slammed on the ink. This also caused the ink to start moving slowly again, and gradually moved upwards.

The space in the abdomen is relatively large, but the space becomes narrower and narrower as it moves upwards. Finally, at a certain part, the ink completely stagnated, and the two sides started a tug-of-war.

Every time Zuo Feng pushed upwards a few points, the ink would sink back a few points again at the moment of returning to the air, which was equivalent to working in vain. Faced with this situation, Zuo Feng became more and more anxious.

Because he couldn't always mobilize his spiritual energy to push the ink like this, he would always consume it to the point where he couldn't bear it, and he believed that the ink would immediately sink into the abdomen again at that time. At that time, not only would his initial efforts be in vain, but he had a feeling that the ink would take root there more stubbornly after returning to the mansion again, and the situation would become more difficult to deal with.

Yao Qing, who had been paying attention to Zuo Feng's changes, was very surprised at this time. She didn't expect Zuo Feng to push the ink to such a point with his own strength. But it seems that this is Zuo Feng's limit. If he waits any longer, the situation will not improve, but will get worse.

Seeing this scene, Yao Qing smiled slightly, and her free hand began to wave repeatedly, and that flexible little hand was like a colorful butterfly flying among flowers. However, when her hand was flying, it had a special rhythm, and at a certain moment, she would throw out a needle as thin as a hair with a slight shake of her wrist.

If you look closely, Yao Qing's technique of throwing out the needle was the same every time, as if it was a set of mysterious martial arts. It was very beautiful. The needle carried a gentle spiritual power, which entered Zuo Feng's body along with the needle.

At the moment the needle entered the acupoint, a new force began to be generated from the acupoint. This spiritual power itself belonged to Zuo Feng, but it was stimulated by the needle. In addition, the needle carried spiritual power, which also traveled in Zuo Feng's body, as if it could stimulate some of Zuo Feng's potential abilities.

This sounded a bit mysterious, but Zuo Feng knew that this should actually be a martial art, a martial art that could stimulate the potential of a warrior. Zuo Feng had never seen the same martial arts before, but he had seen several similar martial arts before.

When Kui Xiang was fighting with him for life and death, he had used this kind of martial arts, but the potential that Kui Xiang stimulated was very limited at that time, and the duration of the stimulation of potential was also very short. If Kui Xiang had such a martial arts that stimulated potential at that time, it was still unknown who would win or lose.

There is another martial arts, which is more effective, but the price is very huge, that is, violent disintegration. This martial arts is a martial arts that warriors use to stimulate potential when they know that they will die, but they don’t want to die too worthlessly.

This martial arts stimulates not only potential, but also burns their own life force. Under the stimulation of this martial arts, warriors can exert a combat power far beyond their usual level, but they will eventually exchange their own lives, and they will have to endure unimaginable pain before death.

Under normal circumstances, even if a warrior knows that he will die, he will not choose such a self-harming way to launch this kind of martial arts. The martial arts displayed by Yao Qing at the moment made Zuo Feng feel bright, and at the same time he began to silently remember the acupuncture martial arts displayed by Yao Qing in his heart.

If it were an ordinary person, of course he would not be able to remember it completely after watching it once, but Zuo Feng was different. He was excited about some knowledge about acupuncture points, and he also had an extremely strong memory ability. At the same time, Zuo Feng's observation ability was also very sharp. Although the opponent's attack was very fast, he could still see every little change in it and remember it in his heart.

A total of eighteen fine needles pierced into Zuo Feng's body. When the first needle entered his body, Zuo Feng felt that his spiritual power had been greatly improved. When the last fine needle was inserted, all the potentials that were stimulated seemed to be able to reach a certain connection with each other, which made Zuo Feng's spiritual power level increase again.

Under this improvement, Zuo Feng felt an unprecedentedly powerful spiritual power burst out. This burst of spiritual power made Zuo Feng feel that he was almost close to the late stage of tempering tendons, and even crossed that important hurdle. If he used this martial art, he believed that the next time he met Yao Zhen, he would definitely have the possibility of winning easily.

Zuo Feng memorized the martial arts used by the girl calmly, and at the same time, he pushed the ink with all his strength. Because Zuo Feng's ability has improved, this time the ink moved again. And this time, in order to ensure that there is no mistake, Zuo Feng secretly mobilized his telekinesis to join the battle with the ink.

What surprised Zuo Feng was that there was a change after the addition of telekinesis. The ink, which was originally very agitated, began to slowly separate under the effect of telekinesis. The two separated inks had two different properties.

One was very irritable and did not want to leave Zuo Feng's stomach. The other was extremely quiet and did not even have the slightest self-conscious dead water. The latter ink gave Zuo Feng the feeling of the state he had taken at the beginning. The ink in this state was harmless to him and could be expelled from the body anytime and anywhere.

If Zuo Feng wanted to, he could just use his spiritual power to expel it from his body instantly, but Zuo Feng did not do it immediately.

At this moment, Yao Qing, who had originally retracted her gaze, turned her gaze back in shock again, staring at Zuo Feng. She always paid attention to Zuo Feng's changes. She was not very wary of Zuo Feng, but she did not want the process of curing the poison to fail.

But she never expected that the ink that Zuo Feng thought he could not shake was almost pushed out of his abdomen under his efforts. And now the ink is actually separated in Zuo Feng's abdomen, and this kind of change is even she has never seen.

Although she has never seen it, she still knows the characteristics of ink very well. After a little hesitation, she immediately said: "Leave that part and let it disperse by itself, don't guide it."

In a hurry, Yao Qing also said unclearly, but Zuo Feng was able to understand immediately, and the second dormant ink was immediately released, allowing it to disperse in the abdomen by itself. Now Zuo Feng is also rushing towards the first more violent ink with all his strength.

With Yao Qing's help, Zuo Feng was able to discharge the ink smoothly this time. It took only a short moment to discharge the ink. The so-called discharge actually means to use spiritual power and telekinesis to force it to the throat, and then use the power to spray it out.

As soon as the ink left Zuo Feng's mouth, it was immediately vaporized and turned into a thick black smoke when it was exposed to the air. If you look closely, the black smoke is composed of countless black droplets, and then these droplets will disperse into smaller states again, and finally disappear after splitting.

Zuo Feng ignored the ink discharged from the body. The moment he discharged the ink, Yao Qing hurriedly stepped forward and patted Zuo Feng on the back. The fine needles that had been inserted before flew out of Zuo Feng's acupuncture points as if they were pushed.

Yao Qing caught the fine needles instantly, and took them back into the storage crystal with a slight shake of his palm.

Zuo Feng felt exhausted again and nearly fell to the ground. This method of stimulating potential really had side effects. Judging from Yao Qing's actions, the longer it continued, the more damage it would cause to him. However, Zuo Feng still memorized the acupuncture techniques and acupuncture points clearly, leaving them for later study.