A dragon carp is about to enter the abyss.

The seventy-two vicious dragons could not hide their fury and rushed forward together.

“You’re crazy!”

The blurry figure of the purple-clothed sword spirit prepared to draw his sword to stop it.

Zhao Rong did not respond.

The next second, all of Gui's movements stopped.

Because the dragon carp, under someone's control, suddenly trembled and stopped at a position between the surface of the Heart Lake and the abyss at the bottom of the lake.

It was very close to a vague warning line, only a few centimeters away.

Gui Lue was stunned, "This is..."

Zhao Rong didn't say anything.

At this moment, he was sitting at the table, with a candle flame swaying left and right on the table, but he did not move at all.

The dim light illuminated the man's tightly pursed lips and wet black hair at the temples.

Zhao Rong was extremely focused at this moment.

He had to concentrate and suppress the dragon carp's urge to dive into the abyss.

The agile dragon carp in the heart lake is not actually completely under his control.

Zhao Rong discovered very early on that this dragon carp belonging to him was somewhat similar to the Taoist's monkey mind and willpower, and it would be extremely difficult to control unless one cut off thoughts and desires.

This requires that his heart be as calm as still water. No, his heart is facing a storm, and Long Li needs to be as calm as still water and not cross the line!

However, this "line" does not exist in reality, but is drawn in Zhao Rong's mind.

Ever since the sword spirit began to preach and the Jiaoyuan Heart Lake took shape, Zhao Rong's careful observation and the dangerous experience he had in the last life-and-death battle in the Dali Imperial Mausoleum allowed him to roughly figure out the vague warning line between the dragon carp on the lake and the evil dragon in the abyss.

Tonight is an experiment!

At this time, Gui heard the sound of Zhao Rong's teeth gnashing. He frowned, looked at the dragon carp that remained relatively still in the trembling, and then looked at the boiling lake water that was stirred up by the seventy-two evil dragons rushing up. He stopped all actions in time and tried his best not to disturb him.

The room was quiet, but the man who was reading at the table at night was tense and trembling slightly, causing the chair to creak slightly.

There is a dragon carp in the heart lake that seems to be vibrating at the same frequency.

However, here it has to face seventy-two evil dragons rushing towards it from below.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

If an immortal could travel to the lake of his heart, he would be able to see something like this from the lake:

The seventy-two vicious dragons pounced on their prey like hungry tigers, and the formation they formed was like a hurricane, covering the sky and the earth. The dragon carp in front of them was like a grain of sand on the top of Mount Tai. It was lucky that it was not swept away by the storm. No one had any doubt that it would fall into their bloody mouths in the next second.

However, the accident still happened.

The charge of the seventy-two evil dragons was suddenly blocked, and an invisible barrier appeared between them and the dragon carp. This scene was like a roaring carriage hitting an extremely solid glass curtain wall. Only the illusory water from the heart lake could pass through the barrier.

Everything... came to an abrupt stop. Only the surging water waves pushed the tiny dark blue glass-colored figure on the other side of the barrier, which was just a few feet away, back a short distance. Then it returned to face the challenge.

The dragon carp was safe and sound.

Drops of sweat the size of soybeans fell on a clenched fist with a "ticking" sound.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and did not dare to relax. He had made the right bet on this dangerous experiment on the laws of the heart lake, which seemed crazy to most of the monks on the mountain. However, it had just begun and was not over yet.

He was concentrating on looking inward.

Behind the waves, seventy-two bloody evil dragons emerged from the abyss and tried to attack a certain 'warning line' in vain. After a series of violent surges that muddied the lake water, they all wanted to get closer to the 'delicacy' that they longed for in their tail bones, but seventy-two of them entangled and gathered together.

Thus, some frictions and conflicts began. There was nothing tender and gentle about them, nor did they progress from minor to fierce. Once they were blocked by the cordon, they gathered together and began to fight frantically to seize the first position closest to the dragon carp.

The bloodthirsty and violent scene at the bottom of the lake made Zhao Rong, who had been holding on, relax his control over the dragon carp and let it retreat some distance. However, the distance was still very close, and it had a strong inhibitory effect on the evil dragons fighting below.

Only a sword spirit in purple was watching with great interest at this time. It seemed that it had a special liking and interest in ferocious creatures such as dragons, even the evil dragon in the Heart Lake, a very ferocious creature that was between reality and illusion.

The sword spirit thought for a while, then asked excitedly, "I think I understand your idea a little bit. Is this the low-intensity method of killing that you mentioned?"

Zhao Rong didn't want to pay attention to it.

The mind is fully focused.

Soon, changes really happened!

Some of the evil dragons, born and raised from the deepest evil thoughts and desires of Zhao Rong's humanity, are gradually weakening and being consumed. Some of the original substances that have been worn away and fallen off from their injured bodies are either annihilated or sinking into the abyss...

And the lake water was stirred up by the 72 evil dragons fighting each other...

This lake, which was composed of all of Zhao Rong's thoughts, memories, subconsciousness, malice, and kindness, gradually began to boil.

Zhao Rong felt a little better. After overcoming his fear and successfully controlling the dragon carp once, the latter seemed not as difficult to control as before. It no longer took up most of his attention, and he could do other things at the same time. He felt it carefully and believed that as the number of times he intervened to control the dragon carp increased, he should be able to become more proficient in the future, until he could do it with ease... This was exactly in line with his idea.

At this moment, the fight between the seventy-two evil dragons became fierce, but it was under control to a certain extent. Most of the evil dragons were strong enough and could fight without dying.

Before Zhao Rong could carefully observe the situation, suddenly, a familiar feeling came to his heart.

This feeling was like pouring a pot of steaming hot water directly into his blood, boiling him so much that he wanted to roar to the sky;

He had experienced this feeling once in the main hall of the imperial mausoleum's underground palace. That time, his fist smashed the head of a Jindan realm cultivator!

Only this time, what was poured into his blood was not a whole pot of hot water, but a small cup; it was not poured in torrents, but poured slowly...

The candle on the desk was blown out by a violent and uncontrollable sniff.

In the darkness, Zhao Rong's face, neck, and the skin not covered by his long gown underwent two visible changes:

From fair, to flushed, then fading, back to fair again, but with a slight red tint in the white, which is quite difficult to detect.

The heavy breathing gradually slowed down.

After a moment.

The young man in Confucian robes with his eyes closed at the table has recovered as before, with fair skin, steady breathing, and sitting upright without moving.

In the heart lake, the sword spirit who had been observing quietly waited for a moment, and seeing that someone had not moved, he could not help but ask: "Zhao Rong, you...how do you feel?"

In the darkness, a young man in scholar's robes opened his eyes, his face normal, and he lit the candle again.

"I'm fine."

He spoke calmly.

The purple-robed sword spirit paused, and began to use his spiritual sense to scan his body, meridians, dantian, etc. one by one, extremely carefully.

Soon, it opened its eyes and said suspiciously, "Compared to before... your physical strength and cultivation have hardly increased. Other things seem to be the same, except that the blood flow in your head is faster. Did you use your brain too much just now? Hey, Zhao Rong, did you fail, or did you just hold on for a few seconds and recover now?"

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "No, this is just the beginning."

After a pause, he repeated softly: "I... feel great now. I feel... I have never been so 'awake'."

Gui: “……!!!”

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