Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 253; Killing is strange and unknown [[-] words]

Fang Ping, who had finished refining the liver of the alien toad, once broke through to the eighth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm.

In other words, the flesh and blood liver of this alien toad allowed him to break through two small realms. If he practiced normally, Fang Ping would not be able to break through to the eighth transformation of the heavenly realm so quickly!
This still varies from person to person. Fang Ping has a strong background, and the resources needed to break through are many times that of warriors of the same level. , even if you can't break through to the Divine Hidden Realm, you can reach the peak of the Ninth Transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm.

But if it's a normal innate warrior, even if you give him a year, he won't be able to digest the flesh and blood of a whole alien toad.

Fang Jing sat quietly on the ground, his consciousness wandering in the spiritual world opened up in his body.

It was pitch black and misty, and the dots of light, like fireflies on the gravel, were Fang Ping's spiritual power. He concentrated his will, gathered these scattered spiritual powers in the sea of ​​consciousness world, and extended them to Outside the physical body.

but failed.

The physical body is like a harbor that can shelter from the wind and rain. Under Fang Ping's repeated urging, the spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness is unwilling to be separated from the protection of the physical body, as if it will disappear into nothingness as soon as it comes into contact with the outside world.

"Leave this place first." Fang Ping gave up his spiritual exploration, got up and left this place.

After a while, returning to the top of the canyon crack, Fang Ping stretched his muscles and bones, enjoying the long-lost sunshine with his face upturned.

Clenching his fists, Fang Ping became more and more excited as he felt the infinite energy reverberating in his limbs and bones. This harvest was worth a year of hard work, or even longer. From now on, as long as it is not Shenzang If the innate powerhouse at the level of the realm takes action, no one in the realm of heaven and man can threaten him, not even the descendants of the family with the blood of the family.

After confirming the next direction, Fang Ping dashed like a thunderbolt and disappeared in place, and the scene along the way quickly reversed behind him. ,

After half a day.

Fang Ping saw a dead body with a stunned figure. The face of the corpse was blurred and rotted. The body had been eaten by something and corroded. There was not a piece of good flesh on the whole body, and the blood that flowed out was black, but Fang Ping I still recognized it, it was the cruel young man who was driven away by him together with the old woman in green robe.

"He is also the cultivation base of the Seventh Transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm, how could he end up like this?" The moment Fang Ping became suspicious, the corpse on the ground squirmed, and the heart exposed in the air was also activated, thumping Thumping powerfully, beating with black veins covered with veins, an evil breath rushed straight to the dome, and descended under the sky like a wind and cloud.

Fang Ping immediately backed up to a distance of [-] meters, opened the distance, and looked at it with fixed eyes. His body was completely rotted, and his whole body was rotten. A cold young man with his eyeball still stuck to his cheek stood upright.

"Hehe!"

The air leaked from the throat and let out a strange cry that tore the eardrums. Driven by some kind of force, the cruel young man threw his shawl and rushed towards Fang Ping. , the nails increased by more than a foot, glowing with cold metallic luster, as sharp as a long sword.

"Strange!"

Fang Ping is awe-inspiring, the cruel young man of the seventh transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm, when he was alive, he was no match for him at all.

Now that Fang Ping has broken through to the eighth transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm, his strength has undergone an earth-shaking transformation compared to more than a month ago. The cruel youth is even less likely to be his opponent, but the cruel youth whose body is driven by some kind of force , it just brought Fang Ping a strong and extreme threat.

Turtle breathing Yuanjia!

In the face of this weird change, Fang Ping did not dare to take it lightly. His body breathed out instinctively, running the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique" of the Transcendent Saint Realm, and the vitality of the world in all directions jumped for joy. Outside the cold young man's body, he restrained the opponent for a moment.

And in this fleeting confinement, Fang Ping was covered from head to toe by the magnificent azure, shimmering "Turtle's Breath Yuanjia".

You can see the depths of the rotten flesh and blood of the cruel young man, filled with strands of black matter. Driven by this black matter with an unknown smell, the cruel young man exploded with power far beyond his lifetime, and broke free from the imprisonment of the vitality of heaven and earth in just an instant The five fingernails were pulled down like spears, and five cracks more than two inches deep were torn on the tortoise armor outside Fang Ping's body.

Fang Ping's heart beat violently, and he punched the ruthless young man back. He looked down at the fast-healing cracks outside the Turtle-breathing Yuanjia, and was a little horrified. With the improvement of the realm, the defense of the Turtle-breathing Yuanjia also increased. I firmly believe that most of the innate powerhouses of the ninth transformation of the heavenly realm cannot break through the defense of the tortoise-breathing Yuanjia with all their strength.

But with just one scratch, the cruel young man drew five cracks on the turtle's breathing Yuanjia, and if it was deeper, it might leave a wound on Fang Ping's body.

"What's going on..."

"Is he demonized by the ominous thing in this no-man's land?"

Fang Ping still knew it. He thought that when he went to the Wuluozong site, he entered the no-man's land outside the prefecture. After that, you can only run away.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping fixed his eyes on the ominous aura that permeated from the rotting corpse of the cruel young man. The evil and ominous aura that broke away from the human category was exactly the same as that of a demon.

"Kill...blood...."

Words suddenly came out indistinctly from the bleak throat of the cruel young man. It is unknown whether he retained part of his consciousness before he was alive, or was driven by the ominous aura in his body. Anyway, he regarded Fang Ping as a prey, eating like blood, and leaped , cut through the air, and killed Fang Ping like a demon.

The power is amazing!Even the innate warriors of the ninth transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm can't match it!But he just relied on instinct to fight, and he didn't have any internal energy to mobilize. Fang Ping was wearing the "Turtle's Breathing Yuanjia", and after dealing with it for a while, he gradually figured out the opponent's strength. The cruel youth driven.

Wow

The revival of the golden true blood was deafening, and the momentum of the river was rushing in Fang Ping's blood vessels. The life energy radiated was infinitely vast, strong and strong. day.

The cruel young man froze his body, and the ominous aura hidden deep in his rotting flesh and blood evaporated into wisps of black gas under restraint under the scorching air waves of the bloody day.

"Oh? The essence of my qi and blood vision comes from the golden true blood in my body. As the saying goes: when qi and blood are strong, all evils will retreat, and monsters will not invade. The ominous substance in his body is just caught by my golden true blood pressure Control." Fang Ping smiled knowingly, and further circulated the golden blood in his veins, and the golden sun floating above his head lit up a radius of tens of miles.

The ruthless young man screamed, his muscles twisted, his muscles swelled, and he rushed towards Fang Ping with improved combat power.

"Evil heretics! How can it compete with my brilliant road!" Fang Ping snorted angrily, dragged into the true blood state, and punched out a body more than ten feet high, dotted with golden battle patterns. .

Outside the thick arm, the muscles and blood vessels are throbbing!
Dazzling fist prints, bearing the power to destroy the world, Fang Ping returned his blessings to the heart's operation to raise the furnace, using his body as a furnace, turning into a furnace of flesh and blood, the vision of the ancient cauldron rising outside the body, with three legs and two ears, Mysterious and hazy, the interior is imprinted with the artistic conception of Dao of the Sword, the artistic conception of Boxing, the artistic conception of Fingering, the artistic conception of Palm, and the artistic conception of Boxing.

The five artistic conceptions of martial arts, mainly the artistic conception of the way of swordsmanship and the way of the sword, are attached to Fang Ping's every move, every punch and every kick, as if all kinds of methods are integrated into one body.

Boom!

The cruel young man was thrown out again and again, but he was just a corpse. After flying out again, half of his body was beaten to pieces. The cruel young man was stimulated by the ominous and strange power in his body, and his body swelled rapidly. , pitch-black bone spurs grew out from under his rotten and shredded skin, and ten fingers were also twisted into the shape of chicken feet.

"Hoohoho!"

A violent and sharp roar fell, and the back of the cruel young man split open, and a pair of five or six-meter-long fleshy wings, disgusting as bat wings, flowing with thick black blood and covered with strange patterns, spread out.

"kill……"

The ruthless young man, who had completely lost his human signs, had greatly improved his strength. His fleshy wings vibrated on his back, he rose into the sky, swooped down, and tore at Fang Ping with his fingers like knives.

"The source of the power is the strange and unknown power in his body. Only when this power is wiped out can he be killed. If the strange and unknown power residing in his body is not wiped out, this battle will be endless." Fang Ping glanced at it. Having gained insight into the universe, it is somewhat difficult to do so. After the metamorphosis, the ruthless young man's strength and speed have increased by a large margin.

Most importantly, the pair of fleshy wings also provided the ruthless young man with the ability to fly, allowing him to commandeer and attack Fang Ping freely.

wheeze

Fang Ping breathed heavily, imagining himself as a giant tortoise that dominates the ocean, breathing sand and rocks, mountains roaring and tsunamis turbulent, and the wind that blows on people can tear people apart, layer upon layer. The slapping on the cold young man's body more or less affected him in the air.

The vitality of the heavens and the earth covered under this sky boiled with it, and it was shaped like a prehistoric mountain. With a bang, it oppressed the head of the cruel young man, causing it to fall sharply and embed it into the ground!
"Sword come!"

Fang Ping yelled, and the Xiantian Xuanbing in the sword box shone out, rushed out of the sword box, and fell into the master's hand. The blood lines extending from the hilt pierced into Fang Ping's blood vessels and swallowed After a massive amount of vitality, outside the shark-tooth-shaped sword body, two eyeballs with vertical pupils dripping with bright red blood, as if they had vitality, opened one after another.

Holding the Xiantian Xuanbing, Fang Ping swept out with a sword, the sword energy billowed like a dragon, and cut off the left fleshy wing of the cruel young man across a distance of tens of meters.

"Roar!"

The cruel young man's eyes were red, and he looked at Fang Ping with extreme resentment. His broken flesh wings, flesh and bones were squirming, and they were about to grow back.

How could Fang Ping give him a chance, the sun that burned the sky and boiled the sea of ​​energy and blood above his head cut off the fleshy wing on the right side of the cruel young man with a sword, which was not enough to cause fatal damage to the cruel young man.

boom boom boom

Fang Ping pushed the power of the golden true blood to the extreme peak, relying on the blazing power of the sun contained in the great sun of qi and blood, burning the twisted and rotten body of the cruel young man.

It can be seen that the unknown and strange power hidden deep in the body of the cruel young man is rapidly evaporating.

The air came into contact with the strange force that had evaporated into black gas, making a puffing, puffing sound of corrosion.

The cruel young man still wanted to resist, Fang Ping cut off his head and limbs with a few swords.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Fang Ping was a little tired. Fortunately, the strange and ominous power residing in the cruel young man's body was purified and very little remained.

After a while, it was all over.

Without the boarding of the strange and unknown power, the body of the cruel young man withered and turned into a puddle of blood in a blink of an eye.

"Where's the old hag who was with him?" Fang Ping looked at the empty and barren wasteland, and disappeared in great strides.

A few days later, in front of a small mountain village on the edge of Tianbao Mansion, Fang Ping frowned as he watched the purgatory-like scene on earth.

In the small mountain village, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains. Hundreds of villager corpses were piled up together in an extremely tragic manner. They have one thing in common, that is, their internal organs have been emptied.

"Could this be a good thing done by that old witch?" Fang Ping suspected that the purple-robed old woman was also contaminated with an unknown and strange power, and then ran to this small mountain village to start a killing spree. It is not impossible that the corpses in the village were all taken out. The internal organs were gone, and the intestines flowed all over the place. This is not something normal people can do, and it is no different from a demon.

In a big fire, Fang Ping burned down the village, which is considered a good deed. Otherwise, the corpses of hundreds of villagers would be eaten by wild beasts. After doing this, he left without looking back.

The young man left, and on the mountain road more than ten miles away from the mountain village, a figure looked back.

This is a woman who is naked all over her body. Her skin is smooth, crystal clear and delicate, and her face is beautiful and beautiful. However, there is a layer of wrinkled skin on the outside of the skin, like the shed skin left by a snake when it sheds its skin.

"Who did it?" the woman murmured, and she didn't think any more. She was corroded by some kind of force in the mist, and struggled for a long time in the chaos of life and death. Turning into another life form, her instinct drove her to break into the mountain village and eat the internal organs of hundreds of villagers.

But this is not enough, she is still hungry!
Now she just wants to find food that can satisfy her appetite.

……

One month later, on the day of the beginning of November in the 35th year of Shenzong, Fang Ping was besieged by the wind and dust, day and night, and finally walked into the Wansha Tower standing outside the Guangling Mansion in the barren hills.

"Master Sharktooth." The old man shouted respectfully.

"En." Fang Ping handed over the cloth bag containing Xue Wei's head, which was preserved with lime powder, and the head did not show any signs of decay.

The old man checked the authenticity, took out a pen and paper and recorded:
At the beginning of November in the 35th year of Shenzong, Shark Tooth, a land-level killer, completed a kill-level task, assassinated the greedy wolf Xue Wei, and was rewarded with a life-soul flower.

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(End of this chapter)