Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

Zhao Ya had always been curious about the statues worshiped by these ethnic groups in the wild jungle.

He wanted to know if the will contained in it was the same as the Cliff Blue Dragon Picture. Although it was powerful, it was chaotic and disorderly.

Moreover, the will of Canglong Tuli on the cliff comes from the accumulation and cultivation of the endless martial arts masters in Canglong Temple for thousands of years.

The ethnic group that worships these statues is obviously not as high as Cangryu Temple, so what will the will be like?

In particular, the Python God Cult actually created a clone to accept worship from ordinary people.

This made Zhao Ya even more curious.

This was the real purpose of following him.

Before and after arriving at the shrine, Zhao Ya hid the true power in his body and stretched out his hand to touch it gently.

In an instant, an extremely cold breath broke into the body along the fingertips.

Wherever it passed, it seemed that even the blood was frozen.

Zhao Ya did not stop him, but instead let him continue to break in with great interest, while feeling the breath carefully.

This is a cold and sticky scent, like a blind snake hiding in a dark cave.

It was similar to the aura he felt when he fought against Wu Baoer, but it was different in subtle ways.

This breath is more evil, and at the same time it has a bit more human smoke.

At this time, the breath had already arrived near the Dantian along the meridians.

But at this moment, the Qinglong's true power, which had been dormant in his dantian, suddenly burst out.

This breath seemed to sense something bad, and he quickly retreated, trying to get out of Zhao Ya's body.

But the contrast in strength is really too great.

Therefore, almost in the blink of an eye, this breath was completely swallowed up by the powerful Qinglong true power.

Not only that, the Qinglong real power also came to the fingertips along the meridians, and then rushed out directly.

Click.

After a crisp sound, this extremely weird statue with a snake head and human body cracked open, turned into dust, and scattered in the air.

Zhao Ya took a step back, and then found that the real power in his body had increased slightly.

Although the magnitude of the enhancement is not large, it has indeed become stronger.

Could it be related to the aura that was swallowed up?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ya couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

Why did he suddenly seem to be following Jing Pingsheng's old path?

But Zhao Ya also knew that it just looked similar.

In fact, the paths he took were completely different from those of Jingping Sanctuary.

Jing Pingsheng relied on the evil method he had developed to forcefully swallow the will in these statues, trying to merge them for his own use.

The result was obvious: he failed.

And it failed miserably.

In fact, Zhao Ya has been thinking that even if he didn't stop him, he would have defeated Guan Xuejiang and others as he wished, and devoured the will of the cliff Canglong Diagram.

He was going to die too.

Because the human body has its limits, and he relied on his physical body to forcefully accommodate the will of so many gods. Even if he didn't die because of his will, he would sooner or later be burst alive.

It's different for myself.

My own true power was cultivated bit by bit by myself.

Especially after the true power of Canglong and the true power of Swallowing Star were integrated, Zhao Ya's control over himself reached a new level.

Therefore, the Qinglong's real power now devouring the aura in the python statue should be just a kind of absolute suppression of the inferior by the superior.

After all, in terms of nature, the true power of the Azure Dragon as a constellation of Azure Dragons in the sky is much higher than that of a grass python on the ground.

In other words, if I devour the true form of the Python God Statue, will my strength be greatly enhanced?

This is a solution!

Zhao Ya secretly noted this matter and planned to go to the wild jungle to have a look after returning from Wuwang Sea.

The statue of the god had been destroyed, and the believers were desperate to escape. Zhao Ya was too lazy to chase down such pawns, so he turned around and returned to the mutton restaurant.

At this time, Jing Rou was full and was sitting on a chair picking her teeth with a toothpick.

After seeing Zhao Ya come back, Jing Rou grinned.

"solved?"

"Um!"

"Then continue on your way?"

"Keep on going!"

The meal had already been paid for, so Jing Rou picked up the package and walked away.

But before leaving the town, Jing Rou suddenly took out a round black object from her arms and threw it directly into the small temple.

"Walk!"

Jing Rou quickened her pace.

Zhao Ya even ran a distance of tens of feet in one leap.

boom!

Just a loud noise was heard, and the small temple was instantly razed to the ground.

But I don't know how Jing Rou orchestrated it. The power of this explosion was controlled extremely accurately.

Only the small temple was blown up!

Apart from the rustling of roof tiles, the nearby houses were unscathed.

"Awesome!" Zhao Ya gave Jing Rou a thumbs up.

Jing Rou smiled proudly and said, "Praise after award, your cooking skills are nothing."

This stronghold of the Python God Cult was completely destroyed.

Then Zhao Ya and Jing Rou didn't waste any time and set out on the road again.

But in the afternoon, Jing Rou was much calmer.

He no longer dared to compete with Zhao Ya on his leg strength, but ran leisurely.

In this way, throughout the afternoon, except for the occasional stop to drink water, they ran out for a full eight hundred miles.

In one day, they had traveled more than a thousand miles.

This speed is amazing enough.

After all, martial arts masters are human beings, and no matter how fast their movements are, they are only temporary bursts of power.

No one can travel in an explosive state throughout the entire journey.

Therefore, when martial arts masters travel long distances, their speed is generally five to six hundred miles a day.

This is considered an average standard.

If you have good stamina, you can run eight hundred miles, which is pretty good.

It is extremely rare for someone like Zhao Ya and Jing Rou to travel 1,300 to 400 miles in one day.

But even so, Zhao Ya still felt that it was not enough.

So he said to Jing Rou, "Can you still run?"

Jing Rou, who was eating dry food by the campfire, was stunned when she heard this, then raised her head and looked at Zhao Ya.

"You plan to..."

"Yes, how about a night run?"

"Uh... Actually, there is no need to be so anxious. It's only late June now, and Wuwanghai will be busy until early August..."

Jing Rou couldn't say the next words.

Because Zhao Ya's eyes made him a little unbearable.

"Okay, then I will run with you again!" Jing Rou said through gritted teeth.

But after setting foot on the road, Jing Rou felt a little regretful.

Because the long journey throughout the day had already drained his energy.

I originally wanted to have a good rest at night, but ended up being dragged out for a night run again.

Jing Rou's body was on the verge of reaching its limit. She could no longer hold on after just running a hundred miles. She was holding on to a tree and breathing heavily.

Zhao Ya landed on the top of a big tree in front of him. His whole body was floating in the wind. Under the reflection of the waning moon, he looked a bit fairy-like.

"Can I still run?" Zhao Ya asked.

Jing Rou finally gave in.

"I can't run anymore, please spare me, I give up!" Jing Rou said, almost breaking down.

Zhao Ya smiled.

"What did Senior Brother Jing say? I didn't force you, so why did you mention the word "rao"?"

As he spoke, Zhao Ya swayed on the treetops for a few times as if he were on a swing, and then appeared in front of Jing Rou in a flash.

"Forget it, since Senior Brother Jing can't run anymore, let's rest here!"

After lighting the bonfire, Jing Rou didn't even eat anything and fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, he was snoring loudly, which showed that he was extremely tired.

Zhao Ya didn't sleep.

In fact, today's long-distance run was also a test of Zhao Ya's own strength.

Judging from the current results, the results are very good.

For more than 1,400 miles, Zhao Ya hardly felt any pressure and even finished the race without breaking a sweat.

Zhao Ya even suspected that if it weren't for Jing Rou's "drag", he would have traveled more than two thousand miles in one day.

This is an appalling number.

Even the masters of Yuan Hai Realm, no one can achieve this goal.

Of course, this does not mean that Zhao Ya's strength is really that high.

It's because of the blessing of the previously unlocked organ talent that Zhao Ya's endurance is extremely incredible.

Especially the talent that combines the six internal organs to transform blood into power.

When your strength is low, you can quickly replenish it by eating a few sticks of dried meat.

This is undoubtedly an almost bug-like talent.

It even gets stronger in the later stages.

After all, after entering the Yuanhai Realm or the Divine Soul Realm, the real power in the body will change again. If you want to increase your strength at that time, the difficulty will increase exponentially.

For example, Guo Luming.

Although he is a real Yuanhai realm, he has been practicing hard in the library of Canglong Temple for decades, and his strength has not made a qualitative leap.

The reason is that in this world today, the energy of heaven and earth that can be absorbed by the Yuanhai Realm is too thin.

Even to the point of being outrageous.

Otherwise, Jingping Sheng would not have been forced to risk his own life and forcibly absorb the power of the gods in an attempt to advance to the realm of divine soul through this method.

But this kind of obstacle will not exist for Zhao Ya in the future.

Because he has the talent of turning blood into power, as long as the supply of dried meat is sufficient, Zhao Ya can continuously convert it into the power of Yuan Hai through his powerful digestion ability.

Isn't this cheating?

certainly.

It's too early to tell.

After all, Zhao Ya's current strength is not yet completely stable, and there is still a long way to go before he can break through the Yuan Hai realm.

But with the foundation of this talent, Zhao Ya became more confident in his future cultivation.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ya meditated cross-legged for a while before sleeping with his clothes on.

One night passed, and Jing Rou's physical strength finally recovered to the fullest.

The two of them had a hasty breakfast and then continued on their way.

She ran more than a thousand miles this day, but because she didn't have to compete with her leg strength and her mind was relaxed, Jing Rou's performance was much better than yesterday, at least she wasn't so tired that she begged for mercy.

In this way, the two of them headed towards Wuwang Sea at an average distance of 1,200 miles per day.

When the time came to the fifth day, the two left the lush mountain forest and entered a world made of ice and snow.

The temperature here stays below zero all year round, making it difficult to see green here. As far as the eye can see, there are large tracts of white snow everywhere.

"We have now entered the northern border. In two days' journey, we can probably reach Wuwu Seaside." Jing Rou said.

"Is the northern border so broad?" Zhao Ya asked.

Because at their speed, it would be more than two thousand miles in two days. If that were the case, the northern border would be too big.

"It's not that big, but after entering this area, our speed will slow down a lot. We can only run eight or nine hundred miles a day at most."

There are cracks everywhere under the thick snow, which is a desperate situation for ordinary people.

Even successful Qinggong masters do not dare to be careless.

Coupled with the avalanches that would appear from time to time, the speed would naturally drop a lot.

But more dangerous than the difficult journey is the temperature.

When you first enter the north, it may not be obvious, but the further you go, the cooler the temperature becomes.

Soon, the temperature reached more than 30 degrees below zero.

This temperature is no longer something normal people can stay in for a long time.

Even among martial arts practitioners, warriors below the fifth level can no longer walk for long periods of time.

Jing Rou had already put on thick cotton clothes and walked huffing and puffing in the snow.

Zhao Ya was still dressed as before. The only difference was that the shoes on his feet were changed from cloth shoes to waterproof leather boots.

Soon, they came to a large snow mountain.

"After climbing this mountain, we will enter the bounds of Wuwanghai, but it's getting late today, so let's rest first and climb again early tomorrow morning."

Zhao Ya is incompetent.

Setting up camp in such a cold environment is a skill.

Fortunately, Jing Rou was very experienced and had prepared various items in advance.

So the camp was quickly set up in a leeward spot.

Zhao Ya habitually placed some warning and defensive poison baits throughout the camp, and then got into the tent.

The oil extracted from the pine branches burned brightly, making the small tent as warm as spring.

Jing Rou took out another large piece of air-dried meat, cut it into pieces and threw it into the pot. After a while, a pot of delicious broth was ready.

"Take a few sips to warm yourself up!"

Jing Rou picked up two wine skins from beside the fire.

The two of them drank the broth in the pot and chatted.

At this time, the cold wind howled outside, which highlighted the warmth inside the tent.

After taking a few sips of wine, Jing Rou's face turned red, and then she began to introduce the situation of those who were traveling to the sea.

"There are several groups of seafarers at Wuwanghai. The one I am more familiar with and often deal with is the old group. Their group of people is the easiest to contact and talk to among the seamen. The other groups are not. If you have a cruel temperament and are difficult to communicate with, then you are greedy and unbridled and not worth interacting with."

"But even so, we still have to fight..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly flashed in Zhao Ya's eyes, and he turned to look outside the tent.

"What's going on?" Jing Rou immediately lowered her voice and asked.

"Sometimes, I don't know if it was a human or a wild animal, but it touched the poison bait I arranged."

"It's impossible. In such extremely cold weather, even the northern snow wolves won't come out to look for food. How can this be possible?"

Although she said this, Jing Rou still took out a crossbow very cautiously.

The reason why no thunderbolts or firearms were used is because this place is at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and an avalanche may be triggered if one is not careful.

Unless they don't want to live anymore, generally no one dares to use firearms.

At this moment, Zhao Ya suddenly picked up a knife on the ground and threw it out.

With a flash of light, the knife pierced the thick tarpaulin and flew into the night sky.

puff.

After a muffled sound, a weird scream came from outside.

It sounded like a baby crying.

Jing Rou's expression changed instantly.

"It's a human-faced bear in the snowy land!"