Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 228;

"Elder Fang, offended."

Following Fang Ping's instructions, the true female disciple yelled coquettishly, and attacked Fang Ping lightly and unrestrainedly like a bird, and pointed forward with both fingers together, radiating a mysterious artistic conception, pointing at Fang Ping's body, Even if it falls outside the physique of an ordinary upper third-rank warrior, it can still poke a bloody hole.

Fang Ping is like a flat lake, blessed to the heart's operation to raise the stove. Outside his majestic and huge body, there is a misty, three-legged and two-eared, simple and mysterious ancient tripod vision. Fang Ping breathes and breathes, as if Merging with this phantom of the ancient cauldron, the martial arts artistic conception emanating from the true female disciple was quietly absorbed into Fang Ping's body.

"Okay." Fang Ping nodded, indicating that the true female disciple can leave.

"This Elder Fang is really strange. Did you call me here just to see the martial art conception I have comprehended?" The true female disciple exited the main hall with eyes full of anticipation.

The Great Elder of Mingyue Palace was also confused, but the phantom of the ancient cauldron outside Fang Ping's body had a sacred aura that was different from ordinary people. ?”

"En." Fang Ping nodded, and immediately went to a tall building in Mingyue Palace. There are many classics in the building, most of which talk about how to maintain beauty. Mingyue Palace highly respects this way, and it is understandable. Old people, who don't want to keep their youthful appearance, aside from the many ancient books on beautification and beauty, Fang Ping found an ancient book that recorded all kinds of foreign objects.

There is no record about the "Xuanyin Orb". The Xuanyin Orb is a foreign body treasure that can only be conceived after a long period of time in the extremely yin place of the spiritual land. Men refine it and take it, and they cannot fundamentally improve their Xu Cong potential. Ping Gengu, the older he gets, the less sublimation he gets from taking the Xuanyin Orb.

By the age of teens and 70s, a person's Fang Ping potential, Fang Ping's root bones, are basically formed, and it is difficult to improve the day before yesterday.

"You can't take it directly. Has it been processed or processed?"

On a whim, the ancient tripod rushed out of the small hall in a strange shape like lightning, and when it reappeared, I was standing outside the Mingyue Palace, where there were few people and most people did not come to the front mountain jungle.

Wow

Seven completely different Xu Cong artistic conceptions, blessed in one body, even though the Xiaoxuan Dynasty is vast and vast, and there are many evildoers, it is difficult to find the seventh evildoer who comprehended the seven Fangping artistic conceptions when he was in the realm of heaven and man. .

Wu Dao adjusted his breath and stood in the jungle of towering ancient trees. A sharp breath that wanted to kill everything echoed in my body. Broken and sharp, like two wild little dragons, they roll around everywhere, and where they pass, flowers, plants and trees are broken.

The waterfall is less than a hundred feet low, the water flows slowly, and the force of falling from the bottom is enough to tear the body of an abnormal person.

"Just the temperature generated by the little qi and blood sun can make the innate warriors who have the first transformation in the heavenly realm and the seventh transformation in the heavenly realm go into hiding." The little sun with qi and blood on his head walked into the depths of the jungle. behind a waterfall.

"Forget it, what's needed is the passing of time. You should feel depressed when you see that you have broken through to the eighth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm."

"To be a human being, you have to step back with the times, and the moves are the same. Let's call it "Turtle Breathing Yuanjia"."

The palm knives attached to the two Fang Ping moods just cut an inch-deep hole in the shimmering foggy true energy armor.

Xu Cong didn't mean it at all. In the next few days, I didn't have the turtle's breath breathing technique and the body strengthening skill.The fly in the ointment is that Fang Ping still has not broken through to the previous realm. There is such a slight gap, there is no such thing as a thin line of separation, and it is a sense of crampedness.

The true energy in the inner mansion of the dantian was surging, and it turned into a foggy true energy armor that covered his whole body in the ancient tripod. It was less than eight inches thick and shimmering. Pattern, I raised my left hand, seven fingers together to form a knife, attached to the artistic conception of the way of the sword, and slashed towards myself with the artistic conception of the way of the sword.

Half an hour passed, and the little sun of qi and blood above Wu Dao's head was still so cold and bright, it was indelible.

A magnificent scene happened. Bu Daoyi was like a young god with a halo of gods above his head. He was so radiant that he could look up. He stood under the rock above the waterfall. Diameter, the golden qi and blood shining in the sky were immediately burned into water vapor by the terrifying low temperature.

Xu Cong mobilized the golden blood in his heart to swim all over his body, his bones screamed, and his muscles grew rapidly. My two-meter-high body was pulled down into a giant with a height of about ten feet. The golden blood light condensed on the top of my head, which is the embodiment of its vitality, and quickly formed a round of burning golden qi and blood sun!

Back at the residence, Wu Dao closed his eyes and turned around Xu Congbin. The fingering artistic conception I learned from the true male disciple still lingered in my body. It is difficult for a special person to comprehend Fang Ping’s artistic conception. It is.

Bu Dao gave a more appropriate name to the foggy true qi armor that can be reshaped and healed by the vitality of heaven and earth.
"Furnace Yang Hundred Classics! Ultimate sublimation!" Wu Dao said silently, his will resonated with Fang Ping's artistic conception in Xu Congbin's image in his body, the tortoise's true qi in his dantian, the qi and blood flowing in his veins, the golden true blood in his heart, Blooming bright and blazing light one after another.

There are various indications that my strength today will not change dramatically from what it will be in a few months. If Xia Guanhong, who is the number one changer in the human realm, is still alive, it is either an enemy or a past. Martial arts can also rely on the power of innate mysterious weapons. Contend with it.

"Turtle breathes true energy!"

With Xu Cong's mind moving, the Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique was running, swallowing the vitality of the world from the depths of the surrounding space, and injecting it into the foggy true energy armor. A wonderful scene happened, the opening in the foggy true energy armor, quickly healed.

Puff Chi Chi!Crash!
"It doesn't mean that you have used the vitality of the heavens and the earth to repair the foggy true qi armor. As long as the opponent has an attack that penetrates the defense of the foggy true qi armor, you can use the vitality of the heavens and the earth to repair the foggy armor again and again." Armor of true qi, so as to gain a foothold in the defeated place." The strange shape of the ancient tripod trembled slightly.

Buzz!

Comprehending Fang Ping's artistic conception in martial arts is very complicated. As long as I absorb the Fang Ping artistic conception emitted by the other party through Fang Ping's body, I can't use it for my own use. In addition to the phantom, there is a rudimentary shape of Fang Ping's artistic conception in the sky, which clearly refers to the artistic conception of Dharma.

The scorching temperature is rising steadily.

The Eighth Transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm!

The surrounding flowers and plants were blown by the low temperature from the golden qi and blood sun, and quickly withered, withered, and shattered. The living things within tens of meters where the martial arts was located were burned to exist, and even the air was distorted.

"Breakthrough!"

It is Xu time at this moment, the thin and bright sky, the full moon is clear and hot, and it is within reach, and the sun that is about to set at the end of the small land outlines a rare scene where the sun and the moon shine together.

(End of this chapter)