C12 Six Layer Peak

Deep into the night, the night was as cold as water. Fang Ling took out the True Essence Cauldron and examined it again. After finding nothing, he slowly sat down cross-legged and started cultivating. There was only a bed, an octagonal table, and on the table was a clear incense burner. The spices in the incense were gathered from the Haoyun Mountains, a rare type of mountain called Elk Mountain, which costed a thousand taels of silver for one tael of silver. Only the five great clans of the Nine Prefectures would provide such equipment for their disciples, and even the other small clans didn't have the financial resources to use them every day.

At this moment, Fang Ling smelled a light fragrance and his mind was clear. Today's battles, one scene after another, appeared in his mind bit by bit, which deepened Fang Ling's understanding of the sixth level of the martial arts. The Nine Killing Technique was activated in his mind and circulated in his body.

At the same time, the cultivation technique for the 7th level of the Nine Killing Technique also appeared in his mind. Fang Ling read it carefully, word for word, and gained some understanding towards the 7th level of the Martial Dao.

The seventh level of the Martial Dao was called the Invigorated Meridian. On the basis of the sixth level, one could gather the vital energy, blood, and Qi in the body and use special techniques to link all eight meridians in the body. This way, the vital energy and blood in the body could be released outside the body through the meridians, allowing the martial artist to increase the amount of vital energy and blood in the body to the weapon.

This was also why people respected only martial artists who had broken through to the seventh level of the Martial Dao. They could even become a lieutenant in the Nine Killing Army.

No matter how much of a genius was at the sixth level of martial dao, as long as one didn't break through to the seventh level, then even the lower level characters wouldn't be able to determine their own destiny.

"Mm. Currently, all of the two hundred and six bones in my body are only missing the bone marrow cleansing and blood replacement. I'm only one step away from attempting to break through to the seventh level of the Martial Dao." However, this step was extremely dangerous. The head was the vital organ of the human body, and it regulated the circulation of the various organs in the body. Even if a cultivator's head was smashed to pieces, they would still die. Purification involves going deep into the skull to wash away impurities and bad blood. If you are not careful, you will be killed if you overexert yourself. "

"This is also the reason why the sixth level of the Martial Way is possible as long as one works hard and the seventh level is a huge hurdle. This hurdle is equivalent to a fish leaping over a dragon gate and surpassing status is different. However, for others, this hurdle is very difficult, but for me, it's much simpler. "

Fang Ling was very confident that he could break through the seventh level of the Martial Dao. This confidence came from the strength of Fang Ling's soul perception, which allowed him to perfectly control every bit of his vital energy and blood. This prevented him from using too much strength to kill himself.

However, time waited for no one. A sense of danger filled Fang Ling's heart, forcing him to quickly raise his cultivation. At this moment, Fang Ling's powerful soul perception was controlling threads of blood energy as it seeped into the parietal bones. The sliver of Qi and blood was as thin as a hair, but it was extremely tough. It felt like tiny spikes were drilling into the skull.

"Hiss!"

Fang Ling's face turned red and his body trembled. The blue veins all over his body were pulsing. Waves of pain struck Fang Ling's consciousness, and he hurriedly gathered his consciousness together to resist. At the same time, he also controlled the Qi and blood within the skull to slowly move forward, just like a hungry little snake that was trying to swallow the impurities within.

"Come out! "Come out!"

Trembling, Fang Ling suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and they flickered with madness. He let out a low roar in pain. Following which, his body shook as a bloody mist was released from Fang Ling's head.

"This pain is indeed hard for ordinary people to bear, but this is still not enough. Let me push myself to the peak in one go. Come again!"

Fang Ling took a deep breath, a hint of stubbornness on his face. It was as if this kind of pain could not make him retreat, but instead aroused Fang Ling's temper. He was a bit stubborn, and once he made up his mind, he would not give up.

"Humph!" The second piece! " Fang Ling's body trembled. With a low growl, he spat out a stream of blood that reeked of blood.

"The third piece!"

"The fourth piece!"

"The fifth piece!"

"The last piece, if not broken, then when!" Break for me! Break! "Break!"

Fang Ling was now drenched in sweat from the pain! His eyes were sore and bloodshot, but Fang Ling did not care. He growled again, and his body trembled even more violently. The veins on his face were popping out and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Fang Ling's body trembled as a gush of Qi and blood sprayed out from his head. The power of Qi and blood in Fang Ling's body turned into an invisible pillar of Qi that shot into the sky! Within his body, the sound of blood flowing could be heard. As the viscous blood flowed through his veins, his originally slightly dazed mind became clear.

"Good!" Good! Is this the peak of Purification? Blood and smoke, blood like mercury liquid. Each of his moves contained at least a thousand jin of strength. "Now, I will break through to the seventh level of the Martial Dao in one go, and become a fish leaping through the dragon gate!"

Fang Ling stood up and swung his fists like the wind. He let out a long whistle as he felt the changes in his body. Each of his punches actually had a strength of 1400 to 1500 Jin, an increase of 200 Jin compared to the previous punch!

One had to know that the first level of the martial arts only had a strength of fifty pounds. The second level had a strength of a hundred pounds, the third had a strength of two hundred pounds, the fourth level had a strength of three hundred pounds, the fifth level had a strength of five hundred pounds, and the sixth level had a strength of eight hundred pounds. Some of this was due to the ten moves of essence, while others were due to the fact that Fiendgods had opened the heavens. Fifteen hundred Jin of strength alone was enough to compete with an ordinary character of the seventh level of the Martial Dao. Of course, after breaking through to the seventh level of the Martial Dao, inner breathing would become even stronger, allowing one to use long-range attacks such as spear light, blade light, and sword light. This was something Fang Ling could not do.

Now, Fang Ling was full of confidence. He actually wanted to break through to the seventh level of the Martial Dao in one go. However, at this time, sounds of breaking air came from afar, causing Fang Ling to temporarily suppress this thought.

It was Fang Ling's breakthrough that had alarmed the Fang family's people. Fang Ling pushed the door open and walked out. Outside the door, the Fang family's people, led by Fang Xiaoru, came in a dozen or so people. Amongst these people, there were elders, deacons, and even a few branch family members of the younger generation with outstanding performances.

The moment Fang Ling appeared, Fang Zhirong and the rest all looked over. Knowing Fang Ling's cultivation level, everyone's faces changed. After the elders were shocked, their faces revealed heartfelt smiles, while the disciples from the branch family had ugly expressions. Originally, the direct descendants of the Fang family were not talented enough, and these people had seen their chance to become outstanding, and had even coveted the opportunity of the Patriarch.

"Not bad, not bad at all!" Unexpectedly, he had broken through to the hardest realm after the battle. "As expected of the son of my son!" Fang Xiaoru nodded in appreciation, but there was a smile on his face: "However, once you have broken through to the peak of the sixth floor, you must not rush to the seventh floor. Although the seventh floor is the Invigorated Meridian, it is also a rare tempering of the meridians, and the longer you stay at the peak of the sixth floor, the greater the amount of energy you have accumulated. Right now you need a large amount of herbs to accumulate your blood energy. But the best medicine for blood energy is a strange beast! The body of a strange beast was filled with treasures. Its flesh and blood contained a great amount of blood energy. It was a great tonic for warriors. "Tomorrow, I will send some of my Nine Annihilations Soldiers to go with you into the Vast Cloud Mountain Range to hunt strange beasts and temper your strength so that you can accumulate some strength."

When Fang Xiaoru said this, Fang Ling's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, he had not tried to break through, otherwise, he would have cried by now. Fang Ling thought for a moment before nodding in agreement to Fang Xiaoru's arrangements. He had wanted to enter the Hao Yun Mountain range, which was said to contain countless treasures, to train. However, he had not made a move because he wanted to familiarize himself with the place.

Behind Fang Xiaoru, the elders and deacons congratulated Fang Ling while Fang Ling responded one by one. Despite the unhappiness in their hearts, a few of the branch disciples still went up to congratulate Fang Ling. Fang Ling also exchanged a few words of greeting with him. After that, Fang Xiaoru brought everyone and left, leaving only Fang Ling behind.

Fang Ling raised his head and looked at the bright moon. Once again, he thought of the Immortal Doctor who had devoted his entire life to pursuing the immortal path. At the end of his life, he was so obsessed with madness. Originally, Fang Ling did not understand it, but now that he had become a martial artist, he felt the passion and passion of martial artists. A fighter's struggle, a battle. Fang Ling was already deeply in love with this life, and this was only the life of a martial artist. Was it a dispute between the immortals, the immortal sects, or the immortals and devils in this carefree world? Fang Ling guessed in his heart. No matter what it was, there was one thing that would not change. Fang Ling stretched out his hand and pressed it against his chest, where his blood was boiling.