Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 350; Thousand Burial Mountains and River Caves, Artistic Conception Crystal [[-] words]

Outside the entrance of the Wanzan Shanhe Grotto.

Fang Ping left Fang Ying alone, and entered the Wanzan Mountain and River Cave by himself first.

After passing through the dense and desolate mountain tunnel filled with mist, he seemed to have come to another world.

Looking up, Fang Ping was standing on a mountain peak, behind him was a tunnel connecting with the outside world, with dense lead clouds above his head, layer upon layer, without seeing the sun, moon, and stars all year round, he seemed a bit depressed, occasionally lightning flashed behind the clouds.

The land below the mountain peak is full of ravines and towering hills. It is extremely barren and barren. There are no flowers, plants and trees. Not to mention the vibrant scene, the land is still full of white bones, and the flesh and blood have been corroded. Corroded and riddled with holes, it would crumble into ashes when the wind blows.

In addition to human-shaped skeletons, there are also many animal skeletons scattered under the sky, with strange shapes and sizes.

Rumble!
Fang Ping's ears faintly sounded like the continuous sound of thunderous war drums.

It seems that a long time ago, there was an earth-shattering, bloody battle here.

The smell of destruction and killing in the air made people shudder and tremble.

"The deeper you go, the bigger the aura of killing and destruction becomes. This is only the outer area, and the aura of destruction and killing that has accumulated is so strong and astonishing."

After Fang Ping sighed briefly, he felt that the aura of killing and destruction in the peripheral area had no sharpening effect on him, but it was a test for Fang Ying, who was in the third transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm.

After Xiao Nizi stepped into martial arts, she has never fought with anyone. Not to mention her lack of combat experience, her state of mind is also a problem. Fang Ping can't afford to protect her all the time, and put her on the periphery of the "Ten Thousand Burial Mountains and Rivers Cave" , use the aura of killing and destruction deposited here to sharpen the opponent's state of mind, and he can go to the depths of this "Ten Thousand Burial Mountains and Rivers Cave" to find out.

Thinking, Fang Ping went back outside, beckoned, and led Xiao Nizi through the tunnel, back into the Wanzan Mountain and River Cave.

As soon as she stepped into the Wanzan Mountain and River Cave, Fang Ying's face turned pale, and the aura of killing and destruction surged in the world, like a knife and ax, swallowing her terrifyingly like a sharp blade dangling from her neck, and she was like a flat boat in a stormy sea, There is still the sound of screaming and killing, the sound of war drums, and there is still blood flowing into rivers in front of my eyes, and the scene of the destruction of all things flashes past.

Subconsciously, Xiao Nizi approached her brother, like a frightened chick, seeking comfort and shelter.

Fang Ping sighed in his heart, and reprimanded with a stern face: "You are born in the world, and you can only rely on yourself. What others can give you, you can take back, and what you get is your own."

Fang Ying blinked her eyes half understanding.

Without too much explanation, Fang Ping held the collar of Xiaonizi's neck in one hand, and jumped down the mountain to stand on the vast, endless battlefield. The sound of killing directly hits the soul. If a martial artist who is not in a strong state of mind is hit by the sound of killing and the aura of killing and destruction, the whole person will go crazy and pass out.

Glancing at the shivering little girl who was struggling to breathe, Fang Ping walked a certain distance towards the depths of the battlefield, and stopped in front of a beast-shaped skeleton that was more than a hundred feet long and tens of feet high.

There is a hole the size of a millstone on the head of the animal-shaped skeleton, and the edge is full of cracks, which shows that it fell because of this.

"Just dig a hole here and bury yourself. I'm going to find out the depths of this world. Don't run around, and don't even think about escaping. If you can calm down here and practice for a year and a half It will be of great benefit to you.”

Fang Ping instructed Xiaonizi word by word.

"Then what if I meet bad people?"

Fang Ying took a breath and asked.

"That depends on whether you can be quick-witted and turn the danger into a breeze. Ordinary bad guys can scare away by throwing the Qiongqi woodcarving I gave you. The identity of Xuantianzong disciple."

"Disciple of Xuantian Sect? Didn't Second Brother make this up?"

"It's made up, but people don't know, so don't you pretend to be a tiger?"

"Second brother, go and come back quickly. If something happens to me, you won't be able to explain it to my mother when you go back."

"..." Fang Ping was at a loss for words. This cowardly, cowardly, fearful appearance is someone's younger sister from another party.

"There is still a lack of experience, right now is a good opportunity."

Resolutely leaving Xiaonizi alone, Fang Ping walked towards the depths of the battlefield alone.

Seeing that her second brother had disappeared, she was the only one left in all directions, and all she saw was white bones, Fang Ying swallowed tremblingly, rolled her eyes, and followed her elder brother's instructions, on the ground. I dug a big hole on the ground, then drilled in, and then covered the hole, which made me feel a lot more at ease.

Fang Ping didn't know that when he mentioned it casually, Xiao Nizi really dug a hole and buried herself. He strolled in the garden, striding on the ground full of holes and scars. As he went deeper, The aura of killing and destruction that settled between the heavens and the earth became more and more terrifying, and the sound of shouting and killing echoed in his ears, and the sound of war drums was like a hammer, bombarding his heart.

Half a day later, Fang Ping saw someone fighting.

Under the vast and broken sky, two cultivators in the Divine Hidden Realm came and went, intertwined and fighting each other. It was a life-or-death struggle.

After realizing that someone was approaching, the two of them stopped at the same time.

Fang Ping knew that these two people were afraid that he would get involved. As for why the two fought and fought, he also guessed some clues. It was nothing more than a rhombus-shaped crystal stone with dim light on the ground.

The old Taoist with long eyebrows and fluttering sleeves, the Qingguan old Taoist arched his hands and said, "The master of the Qingfeng Temple in the poor way."

Fang Ping returned a salute, "Xuantianzong true biography Jiang Chen!"

"The true biography of Xuantian Sect? I haven't heard of it." The Qingguan old man thought to himself.

"I don't care who you are, go away quickly, don't disturb the fight between the two of us." The warrior in the Shenzang Realm who confronted the Qingguan veteran had a fierce aura, his iron fists were bloodshot, and they were covered with sinister veins wriggling like earthworms.

Fang Ping responded indifferently, and released his spiritual consciousness into the diamond-shaped crystal in the ground, and he felt a sense of martial arts from it. He also saw the light and shadow of a man with a lifelike aura, waving a long spear, and the spear came out like a dragon. Wherever it passes, the wind and clouds are swirling, and the roar is like thunder.

"In the Ten Thousand Burial Mountains and Rivers Cave, there is the spirit of killing and destruction to sharpen the mind and will, and there is also the artistic conception of martial arts that can be comprehended. It is obvious that this crystal containing the artistic conception of martial arts was born in this Ten Thousand Burials Mountain and River Cave. The two of them The fighting of the National People's Congress is also for this crystal that contains the artistic conception of martial arts."

Without hesitation, Fang Ping stretched out his hand and took the martial arts artistic conception crystal on the ground into the palm of his hand.

"Bastard!" The fierce and fierce martial artist in the Divine Hidden Realm was furious. He and Qingguan Laodao discovered the martial arts artistic conception crystal. In a fit of rage, he threw himself at Fang Ping without hesitation, punching hard and overwhelming.

The Qingguan old man looked on coldly. He was not as reckless as the former one. Although he couldn't see Fang Ping's cultivation level, he could make some guesses from his temperament.

"It's ridiculous to shake a big tree."

Fang Ping blew away the Divine Hidden Realm warrior who rushed forward, and the wind that rolled up, like an invisible palm, engulfed him and threw him to the ground several hundred meters away.

"This... blown away a strong man in the Divine Hidden Realm in one breath?"

Qingguan Laodao's pupils closed sharply, thinking that the one standing in front of him might not be a martial saint with supernatural powers.

Fang Ping remained silent, holding the Martial Dao Artistic Conception Crystal in his hand, and disappeared from the sight of Qingguan Veteran.

As he walked, he intruded his spiritual consciousness into the martial art artistic conception crystal in his hand, blissful to his heart, and felt the artistic conception of spear art without distraction.

With his monstrous comprehension and divine consciousness, Fang Ping seems to have comprehended the true meaning of marksmanship and grasped the rudimentary form of the spear art concept in less than an hour. It will take time to transform it into a complete martial arts concept.

The artistic conception of martial arts cannot be achieved overnight. Those warriors who have comprehended the artistic conception of the way of spear, or the artistic conception of the way of sword, or the artistic conception of swordsmanship, which one did not practice the three seasons in summer and three nines in winter? towards enlightenment.

"The martial arts artistic conception in this martial arts artistic conception crystal is strong and persistent, and can be preserved for a long time. In a sense, it is of infinite value and can be passed down from generation to generation."

With a thought, Fang Ping put the Martial Arts Artistic Crystal in his hand into the Qiankun Sword Ring.

One day later, Fang Ping found the second crystal of martial arts artistic conception. The martial arts artistic conception contained in this crystal of martial arts artistic conception is somewhat special. When Fang Ping sent out his consciousness and immersed himself in this crystal of martial arts artistic conception, what he saw was a Breathing, long and clear, mountain stream covered with a layer of light white mist.

In the Tianya Book Pavilion, Fang Ping read a few words of records in a book, the conception of martial arts is all-encompassing, emerging endlessly, some originated from swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, fists, palms and legs, and some people came from the natural world. Comprehend a certain martial arts artistic conception, this type of martial arts artistic conception is essentially the same as the previous one, but it is even more elusive.

"The artistic conception of water?"

"Everything in the world has its charm, such as every flower and grass, and every dust and dust."

Fang Ping admired it deeply. Before that, he thought that the record in Tianya Book Pavilion was written by someone intimidating, and it was unbelievable that it was true.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, Fang Ping comprehended the artistic conception of water in the martial art artistic conception crystal. At first, he was a little dazed, but everything is destroyed and regenerated. He has a great understanding, and he also controls the complete artistic conception of the way of sword, sword, and palm technique. , the artistic conception of fingering, boxing, and the artistic conception of marksmanship learned from yesterday's comprehension, are integrated and mutually confirmed, and after a short time, they comprehend the artistic conception of water.

At the moment of comprehending the rudimentary form of the artistic conception of water, the Furnace Cultivation Technique started to operate independently. Outside Fang Pingwei's tall body, a three-legged and two-eared statue rose from the mist, engraved with stars, sun and moon, flowers, birds, fish and insects, mountains and rivers The phantom of the ancient tripod.

hum!
Inside the visionary shadow of the ancient cauldron flowing with supreme and mysterious aura, there are hundreds of classics in the furnace, imprinted with seven completely different martial art concepts, namely, the artistic conception of the sword, the artistic conception of the sword, the artistic conception of the palm, the artistic conception of the fingering, and the artistic conception of boxing. The artistic conception of marksmanship, the artistic conception of water, and the seven artistic concepts of martial arts are endless, interlocking and closely connected.

Click!
The bones clanked, and the blood rushed.

The acupoints all over Fang Ping's body were scorching hot, the dragon on his spine roared loudly, and a stream of heat swam through the pores of his flesh and blood, his limbs and bones.

After a while, the phantom of the ancient cauldron dissipated, and Fang Ping was refreshed, radiant, and his cultivation had improved. This is not the key point, the important thing is that his furnace cultivation skills have improved a lot.

"Stove Raising Hundred Classics! After comprehending several martial arts artistic conceptions, I will definitely be able to elevate this technique to the next level."

As a result, Fang Ping quickened his pace, his spiritual sense was released, and everything within a radius of a hundred feet along the way was invisible to him.

Before he knew it, he arrived at the core area deep in the "Wan Zan Shan He Cave". Pingdu's mental stagnation, even some resolute martial arts masters, can hardly last for a long time.

Fang Ping calmed down, without any taboos, and walked forward without hesitation, and saw two people after a while.

It is a man and a woman, like a couple, the man is about 50 years old, he is old and strong, his temples are gray, and he has the cultivation base of a three-qi master. The woman who is walking with him is a beautiful woman full of charm and jewels. Wearing a gorgeous and noble neon dress, her skin is fair and tender, her facial features are delicate, and there is a bit of charm between her brows.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind, the man cupped his hands from a distance and said, "My humble Wang Yue, this one is the son-in-law."

When he saw the young man coming, his head held high, his face was slashed like a knife and an axe, his eyes were like meteor lightning, and every step was like stepping on the heart of a person, he knew that this was a powerful figure. It's best if you can make friends with one or two.

Fang Ping nodded his jaw slightly as a response.

This indifferent gesture caused Sun's brows to frowned tightly.

"This person should not be underestimated, don't be petty." Wang Yue secretly warned his beloved wife.

Fang Ping didn't have time to care about the couple's thoughts, he just wanted to collect more Martial Dao Mood Crystals.

"Huh? Why didn't I snatch the Martial Dao Mood Crystals collected by others? This is the same as earning money. Earning money is never as fast as stealing money, so then be a bad guy?"

Fang Ping, who had a flash of light in his mind, stopped and stared at the couple.

Wang Yue shuddered: "What advice do you have?"

He intends to make friends with this person, but this person is aloof and indifferent, so he has no hope, but the look in the other person's eyes at this moment makes him speculate and uneasy.

"I am Jiang Chen, the true biography of the Xuantian Sect! Do you have the crystal that contains the artistic conception of martial arts on your body?"

Fang Ping's eyes locked on the husband and wife like a knife.

Under this piercing gaze, Wang Yue didn't know how to answer. He did have a martial arts artistic conception crystal on his body.

"What do you want to do!" Sun, who was still charming, uttered a coquettish voice.

"That's it?" Fang Ping smiled and said, "Hand it over! Jiang can let you two go."

Wang Yue clenched his fists. After all, he was also a master of the Three Qi. He was able to walk to the depths of the "Thousand Burial Mountains and Rivers Cave". Let him become bleak, now it's different, the other party wants to steal, how can he submit obediently.

Secretly mobilized the whole body's internal strength.

"No?" Fang Ping moved, and his majestic and huge body rushed to Sun's with an aura that covered the sun and the sky.

The Sun family of the Second Qi Grandmaster Realm, all the souls of the dead, under Fang Ping's protruding men, his whole body is powerless and does not speak, and he also has a sense of insignificance that will be crushed ruthlessly and reduced to ashes.

Fang Ping had no intention of killing people, so he captured Mrs. Sun, and returned to the original spot.

"Master of martial arts?"

Wang Yue, who hadn't seen Fang Ping's movements clearly from the beginning to the end, only felt that his beloved wife beside him had fallen into the hands of the young man in black. He was in the mood to resist, and hurriedly took out the martial arts artistic conception crystal that he had hidden with him.

Fang Ping took the martial arts artistic conception crystal thrown by the other party, and left in a hurry.

"Too much bullying!" The humiliated Sun looked at Fang Ping's back indignantly.

Wang Yue wiped off his cold sweat, and persuaded: "He really only wants the Martial Dao Artistic Conception Crystal, otherwise you and I will be doomed, and we will avoid disaster if we lose money, avoid disaster if we lose money."

Mrs. Sun nodded, feeling that what her husband said made some sense, so she didn't argue.

Holding the snatched martial arts artistic conception crystal in his hand, Fang Ping submerged his spiritual consciousness into it, and observed a brand new martial arts artistic conception.

The artistic conception of legwork!

Between the clouds and the clouds, a figure displayed his kicks, sweeping wildly like a giant pillar, moving his strength like a river, either rigid or soft, retracting and releasing freely.

It didn't take long for Fang Ping to comprehend the artistic conception of this legwork.

The moment he mastered the rudimentary form of the artistic conception of legwork, the Furnace Raising Kung Fu operated for more than a dozen breaths on its own.

Then, Fang Ping put the Martial Dao artistic conception crystal containing the artistic conception of legwork into the Qiankun sword ring.

Trouble arrived as expected.

Two old men came one after the other and bumped into Fang Ping.

In terms of cultivation, the two old men are both at the level of five qi masters. One is wearing a yellow robe and long gown with wrinkled faces, and the other is wearing a purple robe with a gloomy and cold face.

"Which family's junior, report your name."

The old man in the yellow robe was the first to shout.

"Xuantianzong true biography Jiang Chen." Fang Ping revealed his identity without any hesitation, and was about to ask the two old men if they had the martial arts artistic conception crystal on them, so don't force yourself to bully the old men.

Seeing the dark-faced old man in purple robe, he sneered coldly and said: "What is Xuantianzong, the holy place of martial arts in Daxuan territory, the old man knows everything, I haven't heard of Xuantianzong. Power, it seems, is also a small sect. Stop talking nonsense, junior, you have come all the way here, you must have that artistic conception crystal on your body?"

What is the artistic conception crystal in the mouth of the old guy, there is no need to elaborate.

"Are they trying to snatch the martial arts artistic conception crystal from me?"

Fang Ping was stunned, and fell into the eyes of the two old men, becoming terrified and at a loss.

"Don't worry, junior, as long as you hand over the artistic conception crystals you have collected, the old man guarantees that you will be safe and sound."

The old man in yellow robe said firmly.

(End of this chapter)