Chapter 827 The Number of Dayan

Su Mo closed his eyes tightly. He was not practicing, but just regulating his breath quietly.

Medicinal pills and other medicines have no effect on the recovery of energy and spirit, and can only rely on time to slowly recover.

Su Mo estimated that it would be difficult for him to fully recover before his battle with Shangguan Hao.

Whoosh!

Su Mo had just sat quietly for a moment when a figure flashed and Gong Lin rushed in.

"Su Mo, what do you want to do? Let me out quickly!" Entering the palace forest of the stone house, he stared at Su Mo with an angry face and shouted loudly.

He suddenly entered this strange space and was shocked. However, he had already learned about the situation from Wenren Tiandu outside and knew that this place was Su Mo's space treasure.

But he didn't know why Su Mo brought him here. He was frightened and angry, so he went to Su Mo directly.

Su Mo opened his eyes, glanced at Gong Lin, and said calmly: "Aren't you waiting for Sikong Yan? He's here too!"

"Junior Brother Sikong is here too?"

Gong Lin was startled when he heard this, and asked doubtfully: "Where is it? Why didn't I show up?"

"He is practicing, just wait!"

Su Mo didn't bother to say anything to the other person. He waved his hand and swept the other person away with a wave of air.

"You... damn it!" Gong Lin yelled angrily, and Su Mo swung him a hundred miles away.

Then, Su Mo closed his eyes again and adjusted his breathing, like a petrified old monk, motionless.

Time is like water, passing slowly.

Day after day, seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Seven days later, Su Mo opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of thick air.

After seven days of meditation, Su Mo's energy and energy recovered a little, and he finally no longer felt so tired.

However, there is still a long way to go before the energy and spirit can be completely restored.

Although this had some impact on his strength, the impact was not too great. Su Mo secretly estimated that his strength would only drop by 20% at most.

However, with the sudden increase in the number of spiritual whirlpools, the 20% strength is not so important.

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Su Mo decided to continue practicing the secret method of divine whirlpool.

Although it was said that the more spiritual vortexes there were, the more difficult it would be to break through, but Su Mo still had some confidence.

First of all, he has many trump cards, and his strength is simply not comparable to that of ordinary geniuses of the same level.

Secondly, he also has some confidence in the foundation of Cangqiong Palace. For ancient martial arts cultivators with many spiritual vortexes, the biggest disaster for promotion to Martial King is the terrifying Martial King Tribulation.

As the overlord of the Ancient Era, Cangqiong Palace must have many treasures that defy the heavens. If he gets a few more treasures, King Wu's Tribulation will not be insurmountable.

The most important thing is that Su Mo is too eager to improve his strength because he doesn't have much time left.

Of course, Su Mo would not blindly add spiritual whirlpools like crazy. He also had a measure in his mind, so adding a dozen more spiritual whirlpools should not be a big problem.

After a while, Su Mo took a deep breath and practiced the secret technique of Divine Whirlpool again.

New spiritual vortexes were formed one after another.

Time passed, and half a day later, the number of spiritual vortexes in Su Mo's body reached thirty-two.

Su Mo's physical strength was incredible and he still didn't feel any pressure. However, the concentration of his spiritual vortex was getting slower and slower.

"Do you want to continue?"

Su Mo pondered in his heart. There were thirty-two spiritual whirlpools. The number of such spiritual whirlpools was astonishing.

"Add some more!"

Su Mo gritted his teeth. In the ancient times, someone once cultivated a hundred spiritual whirlpools, but he only had thirty-two. How could he just back down?

Of course, Su Mo didn't dare to practice a hundred spiritual whirlpools. That person was a madman, but he was not crazy.

But what Su Mo didn't know was that even if he cultivated thirty-two spiritual whirlpools, he would still be completely crazy in the eyes of others!

Su Mo continued to practice the secret method of divine whirlpool. A spiritual whirlpool in his body slowly decomposed into two parts and then into four parts.

More than half a day passed, and the number of spiritual whirlpools in Su Mo's body reached forty-three.

At this time, Su Mo finally felt the pressure. With each additional spiritual whirlpool, dozens of spiritual whirlpools were connected, creating a huge force of oppression, impacting his body.

However, this amount of oppressive force was completely within Su Mo's ability to bear.

"Practice until you can't bear it anymore!" Su Mo was cruel and decided to continue practicing. He couldn't bear to let the child catch the wolf. How could he be willing to practice until he reached the limit?

Besides, if he really couldn't break through to the realm of the Martial King in the future, he would just give up a few more spiritual whirlpools.

After that, Su Mo continued to practice silently.

Forty-four seats!

Forty-five seats!

Forty-seven seats!

Forty-eight seats!

After cultivating to forty-eight spiritual whirlpools, Su Mo was almost at his limit. The extremely huge oppressive force hit his body. Even though Su Mo's body was powerful, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and its use is forty-nine, so let's add the last spiritual whirlpool!" Su Mo decided to cultivate to forty-nine spiritual whirlpools and stop practicing.

With his thoughts sinking into his body, Su Mo controlled one of the spiritual whirlpools to slowly decompose.

This process was very slow. Two hours had passed and Su Mo was already sweating profusely. The spiritual vortex gradually decomposed into two parts and slowly formed two spiritual vortexes.

At the moment when these two spiritual whirlpools were formed, forty-nine spiritual whirlpools merged into one, forming an extremely powerful energy that hit Su Mo's whole body like an invisible wave.

Well!

Su Mo couldn't help but groan. The flesh and blood all over his body felt like they had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and he felt heartbreaking pain.

Su Mo's body trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and persisted.

Finally, after three breaths, this powerful energy gradually dissipated.

call!

Su Mo let out a sigh of relief. There were forty-nine spiritual whirlpools, which was enough. He was not going to practice any more.

Although he was confident that he could barely add another spiritual whirlpool, he didn't want to put in any more effort.

The forty-nine spiritual whirlpools are enough to defy the heavens, and the number of secret talismans is very perfect.

Then, Su Mo took out about five million high-grade spiritual stones and began to devour them, preparing to replenish all the profound energy of the spiritual whirlpools in his body.

When the five million high-grade spiritual stones were all consumed, Su Mo's face became gloomy.

Five million high-grade spiritual stones were swallowed up, but it was not enough for him to fill his teeth. The forty-nine spiritual whirlpools in his body were still tiny and empty, and they were far away from being fully replenished.

Su Mo was a bit overweight. When he had nine spiritual whirlpools, he often worried about the spiritual stones.

Now the number of spiritual whirlpools has increased to forty-nine, and there will be more in the future! It is estimated that every time he improves his cultivation in the future, he will need billions of high-grade spiritual stones!

Why!

Sighing secretly, Su Mo was too lazy to think about it and continued to devour it. Fortunately, he now had billions of high-grade spiritual stones, which was enough for him to squander.

Piles of spiritual stones were taken out and swallowed up. When Su Mo swallowed more than 200 million high-grade spiritual stones, the forty-nine spiritual whirlpools in his body were all filled.

"It's time to leave, Gulan City!"

Su Mo finished swallowing, stood up, and strode out of the stone house.