After the bronze light was extinguished, Zhang Shiping, who was in the red light cocoon, clearly felt that his speed of refining the outside world's spiritual power suddenly decreased. The spiritual light emitted by the red light cocoon also weakened a little at the moment when the light was extinguished, and several fine lines were silently cracked on it.

Zhang Shiping thought and immediately adjusted. With the flash of spiritual light, the fine lines on the cocoon slowly closed. In the cocoon, Zhang Shiping saw that he had finally started practicing the sixth level of the "Fire Crow Art" that he had finally started practicing, and did not give up halfway. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and focused on practicing, experiencing the mystery of the skills.

In the following days, the red light emitted by the light cocoon shone brightly, as if a sun was hiding in this small quiet room. The magic power fluctuations emitted from Zhang Shiping rushed towards all directions like waves. When the waves of spiritual energy emanated from the wall of the quiet room, the stone wall emitted a faint black spiritual light, and the two offset each other.

At the end, the inspiration emitted by the light cocoon turned from red to golden red. After this continued for a few days, the light cocoon suddenly "bang" and turned into a little bit of inspiration, releasing the last ray of light.

After the light dissipated, Zhang Shiping's figure was revealed. His posture was the same as ten days ago. He sat cross-legged on the cushion, motionless. After a while, Zhang Shiping moved a large circle of heaven before his martial arts dissipated.

Zhang Shiping's eyes flashed at the extinguished bronze lamp in front of him. Without a word, he felt relieved.

The moment the bronze light went out, his speed of refining his magic power dropped sharply, and he almost interrupted the practice of "Fire Crow Art" for a moment. Fortunately, he reacted in time and adjusted. Because Zhang Shiping had just grasped a little bit of the mystery of the sixth level of the "Fire Crow Art" technique, he was worried that if he stopped practicing rashly, he would have to spend a lot of time to find that feeling again next time.

So when the bronze lamp was extinguished and his practice was much slower, he continued to practice "Fire Crow Art". Before the date agreed with Lin Shuangxuan, Zhang Shiping only broke through to the sixth level that he had practiced for more than ten or twenty years. He stretched out his five fingers, and a ball of flame appeared from the palm of his hand, burning wildly.

The orange-yellow flame seemed to be no different from the spells he had released before, but Zhang Shiping could clearly feel that the flame he emitted was more powerful than before using the same mana. Although it was only a little bit, Zhang Shiping was already very satisfied.

After practicing "Fire Crow Decision" to the seventh level, the "Fire Crow Xuan Light Technique" inspired by the sixth level actually had a trace of prototype, which Zhang Shiping never thought of, and was beyond his expectations.

While happy, Zhang Shiping picked up the bronze lamp and looked at it carefully. He still couldn't understand that as long as the oil was added to such a small lamp, the light emitted by him could actually make his cultivation speed like a cultivator of the Tianling Root, saving a lot of time to accumulate magic power, and heal the wounds on the body and soul. The speed of injury healing was astonishingly fast.

Many magic pills for treating injuries usually rely on the power of pills to heal the injuries of practitioners, and the focus is on a gradual step-by-step basis!

Zhang Shiping's eyes were filled with thoughts. He put down the bronze lamp, lit the lamp oil, rolled up the sleeves on his hand, and stroked his left little arm with his fingers together. A flash of inspiration flashed, and a wound nearly two inches long on his smooth arm was suddenly flowing blood for a while, but this situation only lasted for a few breaths.

Without Zhang Shiping's magic power to heal his wound, the wound had slowly healed. Zhang Shiping focused all his attention on every part of his body and felt himself carefully. After a few more breaths, Zhang Shiping took out his handkerchief with a disappointed look and wiped the blood on his left arm dry. The wound on it had already healed completely, leaving only a faint red color, and the skin color was lighter than elsewhere.

He was still clueless about this bronze lamp. The bronze lamp was jumping, illuminating Zhang Shiping's body. He was in it and a little exercise, and he could clearly feel the spiritual energy outside. He was constantly sucked into his body from his mouth, nose and pores, and flowed between the meridians along the martial arts. He quickly completed a large circle and finally turned into wisps of magic power, condensed into the magic vortex of the dantian.

‘Oh!’ Zhang Shiping sighed. He speculated that the effectiveness of this small lamp was like a treasure refined by some high-level monks for their descendants. However, this bronze lamp could turn a monk with three spirit roots into a pseudo-Heaven spiritual root. It would definitely not be refined by simple refining methods.

When Zhang Shiping thought of this, he felt that if those high-level monks had such a bronze lamp in their hands in ancient times, wouldn’t that mean that their descendants would have as long as they had spiritual roots, regardless of the spiritual root qualifications. With the cultivation of high-level monks, the Golden Pill Yuanying would be as easy as taking things out. The strong would always be strong, and the weak would not have a chance to stand out.

At this time, Zhang Shiping suddenly thought of some of the spiritual roots given to him by Huang Zhou. At that time, the ancient monks valued not the cultivators with the spiritual roots or the cultivators with the spiritual roots, but rather some cultivators with the five-spirit roots.

At first, Zhang Shiping was slightly stunned when he heard this from Huang Zhou's mouth, and then smiled brightly, but did not take it in his heart. In his opinion, it was hard to say that the cultivator of the alien spirit root was not easy to say, but the cultivator of the heavenly spirit root practice was very fast from refining Qi to golden elixir, and there was no bottleneck along the way. As long as the magic power was accumulated enough, it could naturally break through to the next level. Which sect of this kind of cultivator would not pay attention to it, but would pay attention to those cultivators whose cultivation was progressing slowly and it was difficult to break through the bottleneck of cultivation?

Zhang Shiping smiled and said to Huang Zhou, but Huang Zhou disagreed with Zhang Shiping's opinion. He believed that in ancient times, the world of immortal cultivation must have been very prosperous. Huang Zhou found a few words from some ancient books passed down and learned that in the world of immortal cultivation at that time, the spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation was astonishingly rich. Those who walked on the roadside picked were all spiritual flowers and plants, and there were also many spiritual mountains of third-level and fourth-level, and there were even six-level and seven-level spiritual mountains.
Chapter completed!