Chapter 12 (1/2)

”These sandbags are big and clumsy. At this stage, they can't play an auxiliary role in cultivation. It seems that I need to get someone to make me several pairs of 'wristbands' specially for increasing weight at the foot of the mountain.”

Muyang stared at the sandbags on the ground. In his mind, he thought of the scene of Monkey King binding a huge ”load” on the world king star. He is not so well equipped at present, so he has to step back and replace it with steel.

Although the world's science and technology started soon, many places did not even popularize electric power, but there should be forging iron technology.

A few days later, a whole set of dark and shining metal equipment appeared in Muyang's hands. Together, these metal equipment can weigh hundreds of kilograms, enough for Muyang's current cultivation.

With these props on, Muyang soon devoted himself to all-round cultivation.

Hengyue, boxing, bending down, leg extension Muyang is sweating in his yard.

Cultivation is a boring thing. If you can't find the pleasure in it, it will be a very painful process, but Muyang is happy in it, because he knows that the so-called strong are forced out. In the dragon ball world, where strength is respected, without extraordinary perseverance, he will never have a chance to be ahead in his life!

And with the continuous practice, he can feel his changes every day, his body strength is constantly improving, his strength is also constantly increasing, that is, the tiny breath in his body has grown from the original thin as if it were a little bit stronger, and now it can gather in his body as thick as chopsticks.

It's not a lot, but it's a good start.

Today's cultivation is still going on. Unconsciously, that little bit of air, like an earthworm, starts to flow in Muyang's body

That Qi starts from the heart, bypasses the viscera, and then flows to the brain along a small ”channel” like nothing.

Everything seemed normal, but then something unexpected happened.

When the breath swam to the place where the brain was, it suddenly seemed to feel the call of some kind of power. Unexpectedly, it walked out of the muscles and veins, entered the cerebral cortex, and then settled down in consciousness.

”No, there's something wrong.”

A burning stabbing pain came from the depth of consciousness, and Muyang's body suddenly shook, waking up from the practice.

At this time, the breath is no longer under his control, ”bang! Bang! Bang! ” It's like a beating heart, but it's not from the heart, it's from the heart.

Muyang's face was horrified, then his face turned from red to white, and finally became iron green, as if to suffocate. He tried his best to control the Qi in his body, but it had no effect at all. The Qi attached to his consciousness was like a tree seedling, which had rooted its roots. The thin air, like a thread, was swimming in the sea of consciousness and gradually ran away.

Boom!! The violent explosion was like a breakthrough.

It seems that something has been broken, and it seems that nothing has happened. A series of violent shocks stirred Muyang's eyes to the stars, almost breaking the sea.

When he came back to God, Muyang made a living. He found his consciousness appeared in a gray space.

It's a strange space. The visibility around is very low. It can't be seen ten meters away.

”Here Where is it? ”