Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 367; Holy Sword Palace, Cave Treasure [[-] words]

The mountain peak covered by heavy mist, the charm is overwhelming, the mountain is steep and rugged, standing proudly under the sky, like a divine sword that splits the sky, invisibly swallows a wave that tears people's body, coercing people's will and spiritual level The stronger the swordsmanship, the stronger the martial arts cultivation, the more terrifying it will be.

Fang Ping, who drove the jin Ge chariot across the sky, stared at the position at the foot of the mountain.

There is actually a jingshe hut there, the front of the house is lush and lush, some melons, fruits and rice are planted, and there is also a chessboard with criss-cross patterns, and the black and white sons are clearly biting each other.

"I don't know which fellow Taoist came here."

The sound of old age floated out from the hut, and then I saw an old man with elegant eyebrows and a clear face, dressed in a black and white robe, walking out of the hut in a fairy style, and looked up to see the Jin Ge chariot standing in the sky In Fang Ping, who had gone through vicissitudes of life, there was an uproar in the ancient eyes.

Outside the noble and domineering golden chariot, there are phantoms such as divine phoenixes and dragons flying, and there is also a conquest spirit imprinted across the Kyushu and four seas to calm everything in the world. The tall young man in black standing on it is even more It is unpredictable and mysterious, Yuan Tingyue stood up, with a kind of overlord who swallowed mountains and rivers and was the only one who respected himself.

Even though the old man in black and white robes who was used to seeing geniuses and peerless powerhouses, he was shocked for a while when he experienced the majestic posture brought by the figure on the golden chariot head-on.

"Supernatural Martial Saint..." In Fang Ping's eyes, the old man has an extraordinary appearance, elegant and refined, and looks like an extraterrestrial expert who is far away from the turmoil of the world. There is a surge of supernatural power in his body, and he can control a few supernatural seeds, but he can't get it. Got it.

It is difficult for a strong man who has reached the supernatural martial arts stage to start a confrontation and not deliberately reveal his cultivation background, and it is difficult for each other to see how many supernatural power seeds are in each other's body, and Fang Ping is the same.

The cuffs bulged and rolled, and the Jin Ge chariot shrank to the size of a fingernail and disappeared.

Fang Ping, with Tantai Qingluo in his arms, landed in front of the hut in the jingshe, retracted the arm wrapped around the female suzerain's slender waist, cupped his hands and said, "Wang Teng."

The female suzerain glanced at the young man:? ? ?
Wang Teng?What's your name? Don't you know?

Fang Ping didn't explain, there were a few people who were honest with each other when they were away.

"Fellow Daoist Wang Teng, I'm sorry for your disrespect. Fellow Daoist is majestic and incomparable. He's the No. 1 thing I've seen in my life."

The old man didn't dare to ask him to return a salute, and said: "Old man Qiu Xuanji, he is from the state of Chu."

There are 33 nations in the human race, 27 small nations, six big nations, Daxuan, and Qin, all of which are remote and small nations.

This Chu country is also one of the small countries in the 33rd country of the human race.

Fang Ping pondered for a while and said, "Chu is far away from the Tianjian Mountain Range. Why do fellow Taoists go here to live in seclusion?"

There are houses and fields at the foot of the mountain. Judging from this posture, the old guy has lived in the Tianjian Mountain Range for not a day or two.

"Why did you come here?" Qiu Xuanji asked with a half-smile.

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows, the general trend of martial arts shrouded the old guy like a thunderbolt.

Qiu Xuanji, who was placed in the general trend of his martial arts, was short of breath, his blood flowed backwards, and his heart was beating like a flat boat, falling into the boundless and turbulent waves that devoured the sky and devoured the earth, but his old man with this body The reason is not for nothing. Although the world is spinning and the hair is terrified, it can still withstand it.

After a dozen or so breaths, Fang Ping let out a long sigh as he saw the old man who was unmoved by the oppression of his martial arts, "I'm being rude."

He put away the martial arts power that was pressing on the old man's body, and took out the iron block.

Surprisingly, seeing the iron block that Fang Ping took out, Qiu Xuanji was surprised for a moment, and then took out an iron block, which was similar in shape to the iron block in Fang Ping's hand. It seemed to come from the same thing. repulsion, same-sex attraction casts an obscure light.

"Oh? So there's more than one piece of this thing." Fang Ping smiled, and then expressed his speculation.

After hearing this, Qiu Xuanji nodded again and again, and said, "What fellow Taoist said is right, this is indeed the key to a certain treasure, and that treasure is inside this mountain peak, you need to gather all nine iron keys to open the entrance to that treasure The one who left behind this treasure was an ancestor of a martial god from the Holy Sword Palace thousands of years ago."

The god of war can evolve into the heaven and earth, and has great supernatural powers and great powers to suppress the world of Kyushu.

Before that, Fang Ping really didn't dare to think that the piece of iron in his hand turned out to be the key to a treasure of a warrior.

After a momentary surge of emotion, Fang calmly questioned: "How does Fellow Daoist know such details?"

Treasure of the Martial God, the attraction generated by the simple four words, can be in the Tianjian Mountain Range, no, it is a huge wave in the 33 countries of the human race. There is no need for the old guy to tell this secret.

"To be honest, this old man came from the Holy Sword Palace. Thousands of years ago, the ancestor broke through to the Martial God Realm and condensed the law world, but his foundation was unstable and his mood was lacking. At that time, the old man was just a boy next to the ancestor, who witnessed this incident." Qiu Xuanji revealed his identity in a surprising way.

Fang Ping looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, without making a sound.

"The old man was attacked and killed by a great enemy when he was traveling, and he was seriously injured. Before he died in the Tianjian Mountain Range, he sent a message back to the Holy Sword Palace and told him to sit here. In order not to cut off some inheritance of the Holy Sword Palace, the ancestor died. A hole in the sky was opened up before, and when the elders of the sect came here to obtain the keys left by the ancestors, when they wanted to open the treasure in the hole in the sky, a group of people came out."

"During the melee, the key was shattered. An elder took one of the fragments and escaped back to the sect. The Holy Sword Palace was also severely injured and devastated. The only way to get it back to the cave space is to find the old ancestor. The inheritance left behind is the possibility of revitalizing the Holy Sword Palace. The old man has lived in seclusion here for a hundred years, just waiting for someone to come to him."

After Qiu Xuanji finished speaking in one breath, his eyes flickered fixed outside Fang Ping's body.

"Wait for someone to come to the door..." Fang Ping smiled. This old guy is waiting for those fighters who hold the treasure key to come to the Tianjian Mountain Range by themselves. Is he trying to snatch it?
It is the best policy to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit.

"In that case, let's do it."

Fang Ping excitedly mobilized the power of the yin and yang supernatural seeds in his body. This supernatural seed of his evolved with the power of yin and yang, and it has definitely reached the quality of taboo supernatural powers. Whether it has reached the level of supreme supernatural power seeds is still unknown. .

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, the old man has said so much, not for the sake of ignorance, but... I want you to comment, fellow Daoist, the treasure in the cave space is left by my ancestor of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace, Should it belong to my Holy Sword Palace?"

Judge?

Fang Ping was speechless. If it was reasonable, the inherited treasures left by the ancestors of the Holy Sword Palace's Martial God should naturally belong to the Holy Sword Palace. The most unreasonable thing in the world is that there is no absolute justice, only if you have big fists can you speak of reason!The fist is not hard, no matter how reasonable it is, it can only be bullied and laughed at.

"Oh, the world is desolate." Qiu Xuanji sighed. ,

"To open the treasure left by the ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace, you need to collect nine iron keys, but the Kyushu is so vast and vast, and collecting the remaining iron keys is no less than fishing for the moon in the sea." Fang Ping After slandering, he said: "The law of the jungle is the eternal truth in this world. Fellow Taoists lament the desolation of the world, but it is just a complaint that is not satisfactory."

When the ancestor of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace was still there, he must have been extremely brilliant, dominating the world. Why didn't he say that the world was desolate at that time?Now I start to complain about the desolation of the world and the lack of justice.

"Fellow Daoist hit the nail on the head, this old man is ashamed..." Qiu Xuanji blushed and bowed shamelessly.

Fang Ping hummed, and said, "Since this key is so important to your Holy Sword Palace, let's make a deal. You offer something and buy this key from me."

Qiu Xuanji was astonished, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, don't you want the inheritance of the treasure left by the ancestor of the Martial God?"

"I want to, but I don't want to spend too much time on this matter. Do I have to run around to collect the rest of the iron keys scattered in the world? It's better to take them out in exchange for some practical benefits." Fang Ping said bluntly The informant expressed his own thoughts, no matter how tempting the treasure of the Martial God is, it cannot affect his cultivation.

Qiu Xuanji took a deep breath, with a subdued expression on his face, he said: "Friend Daoist is magnificent, and his state of mind is also so open-minded and wise, I admire you. But with all due respect, you don't have to be like this, you have one of the nine iron keys. , I have one, and there are seven more, although they are not in the hands of the old man, but each has its own owner.

The old man hides from the world in the Tianjian Mountain Range, and waits for the person holding the last key to come here. As long as the old man contacts seven other people holding the iron key to come to the Tianjian Mountain Range, he will be able to open the martial arts ancestor immediately. The cave treasure left behind. "

From the moment he saw Fang Ping, he knew that the time had come to open the treasure of the ancestor of the Martial God and restore the glory of the Holy Sword Palace!

"Coincidence?" Fang Ping squinted at the old guy, he didn't seem to be talking nonsense, and he was not afraid of the old guy's tricks. He became a supernatural martial artist, full of confidence, fearless, and chuckled: " That would be really nice."

"The warriors holding the other iron keys, the old man will notify them to come. There are two parties who need to pay special attention. One is the Prison Blood Mountain, and the other is the royal family of the Wu Kingdom. Behind the fallen ancestor is this Prison Blood Mountain, the royal family of Wu Kingdom." Qiu Xuanji said with a heavy expression.

Wu Kingdom, one of the six human kingdoms!Prison Blood Mountain, Martial God orthodoxy!

Fang Ping nodded with awe in his heart: "You can say what fellow Daoist Qiu has in mind, you don't have to beat around the bush, just try to test Wang cautiously."

"I want to join hands with fellow Taoists to advance and retreat together." Qiu Xuanji expressed his thoughts word by word. His Holy Sword Palace is different today. The Holy Sword Palace thousands of years ago had the Patriarch of the Martial God, and more than a dozen An elder who is famous as a martial sage with supernatural powers, and dozens of elders who are known as martial sages with supernatural powers, is really looking down on the 33 kingdoms of the human race. What about today?There are two or three big cats, and a large group of mice.

He has the seeds of the three supernatural powers, but his lifespan is exhausted, and there is not much time left. He thought that he would not be able to wait until the day when the treasure cave of the ancestor of the martial arts god will be opened in his lifetime. Unfathomable, he tried every step of the way, just because he had the idea of ​​joining forces with Fang Ping.

Otherwise, how to deal with that Prison Blood Mountain, the royal family of Wu Kingdom?

"Prison Blood Mountain, so what about the royal family of the Wu Kingdom? As long as it is not a giant of the Martial God, I can deal with it, but it is somewhat difficult to support. Cooperating with this Holy Sword Palace will benefit all but no harm, and the treasures in the cave will be inherited. It was left by the Patriarch of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace, the ghost knows if the Patriarch of the Martial God has left behind any tricks..."

At this point, Fang Ping made a decision: "What kind of cooperation method, let's make it clear first."

Qiu Xuanji realized that Fang Ping intended to cooperate, but he was only worried that he was calculating, and said with a smile: "The inheritance of my Holy Sword Palace, the Holy Sword Four Elephant Plate, must be returned to the Holy Sword Palace, and the rest should be shared with fellow Taoists. Even split."

"Then it's settled. You should contact those people now and ask them to come to Tianjian Mountain Range to meet them as soon as possible." Fang Ping urged.

Qiu Xuanji was even more anxious than Fang Ping. He had been waiting at the foot of this mountain for hundreds of years. He took out seven crystal stones full of supernatural powers, shining like gems, crushed them, and put them in his chest. The block that had been pent up for a hundred years, and most of it faded overnight, said: "It will take a month or two, and those people will definitely come, especially the Prison Blood Mountain, the royal family of Wu Kingdom."

The moment his voice fell.

On the distant and inaccessible Hell Blood Mountain.

As a martial arts force developed by the giant of the Martial God, Prison Blood Mountain has been prosperous for thousands of years, and it is at the height of the sun. On hundreds of peaks, the sky is covered with black mist, surrounded by clouds and smoke, and there are countless Feige palaces and ancient buildings. .

At this moment, on a certain mountain peak, the old man with the black crown sitting under the tree suddenly opened his eyes. The big tree behind him was only a few dozen feet high, without the slightest hint of emerald green in it, but it was swallowing like a monster. Black evil spirit, jagged teeth wriggled outside the tree trunk, and the branches stretched out, piercing a low-flying bird across a hundred meters.

"Holy Sword Palace... Patriarch of the God of War..."

The old man with the black crown muttered to himself, and laughed hoarsely.

Wu Kingdom, the Imperial Palace.

There are 33 human kingdoms, and Wu Kingdom is one of the six major kingdoms. At this time, in the Golden Palace of Wu Kingdom, there is a middle-aged man wearing a nine-dragon gold crown and a black dragon crown robe. Behind the beaded curtain on his head crown is a middle-aged man with a majestic face, resting his hands on his dantian. He is practicing a certain martial art and profound art. He draws the vitality of heaven and earth into his body with every breath, and there are strands of origin energy rising from the golden palace to nourish his body.

Roar!
Amidst the sacred and high-pitched dragon chant, streams of dragon-shaped gas that blazed like heavenly swords and spears, shuttled through the flesh and blood of the middle-aged man. Inside his body, there were three supernatural power seeds roaring fiercely, swallowing majestic and majestic supernatural powers spinning with force.

Wu's.

The middle-aged man withdrew from the cultivation state with a feeling in his heart, took out a crystal stone full of cracks out of thin air, fixed his eyes on it, and shouted with great joy: "Decree, order the top ten generals to enter the palace to see me."

At the same time, several figures in different areas of the world also responded.

……

a few days later.

In the Tianjian Mountain Range.

Fang Ping called out the Golden Ge Chariot, and drove away tearing up the atmosphere.

After a while, she will enter the treasure cave of the ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace's Martial God, and bloody fights will be inevitable. Tantai Qingluo is not yet in the realm of supernatural powers and martial saints, so it's not a burden...well, it's a bit of a burden.

a few days later.

in the Qin state.

Daxuan has 130 prefectures, Qin is not inferior, there are [-] prefectures, and the mountains and rivers are different from Daxuan. The border prefectures are mostly mountains, rivers and mountains, and lakes are densely covered. Going deep is an endless plain, which can be described as easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the location is excellent.

Fang Ping drove to a small town in Taiyuan County in the hinterland of the Qin State, and lived quietly with the female suzerain. The female suzerain was already a martial arts master and had not yet mastered the embryonic form of supernatural powers, so Fang Ping released his own The seeds of yin and yang supernatural powers require the other party to perceive and contemplate them, and evolve the prototype of supernatural powers as soon as possible.

A month later, Fang Ping left. When he was parting, he told Tantai Qingluo seriously: "Wait for me to come back."

Tantai Qingluo didn't say anything, and when the young man left, she sighed disturbedly.

"Do you think I'm not good enough for him? That's right, the supernatural power seed of this child, which contains the changes of yin and yang, has already reached the quality of supreme supernatural power, and at such a young age, he has the unparalleled martial arts momentum, so just go The otherworldly place is also a monster that does not appear in a thousand years, if you want to keep up with him... it is not impossible."

A female voice without any emotion, aware of the emotional fluctuations of the female suzerain, then echoed in the female suzerain's ears.

This voice has no source, and only the Suzerain can hear it.

Tantai Qingluo frowned, since the other party tried to seize her body, but failed, and from the day when he and her soul intersected and shared the same body, this person has been bewitching her how to practice, and everything is obeyed by the other party, until now , actually used this to confuse her, annoyed, and warned to himself: "I was thinking, should I tell you about your existence...

He is a supernatural martial artist now, if he really does what you said, and has condensed the supreme supernatural power, maybe he will let me get rid of you. "

The air suddenly froze.

In the black pupils of the female suzerain, a woman in white clothes with a face as sacred and inviolable as a goddess rose, swaying, and through the mouth of the female suzerain, she replied: "I have merged with you as a soul. One body is a combination of circumstances and fate, I am you and you are me, it is impossible to separate, and you don't need to scare the emperor."

Tantai Qingluo remained silent, she was in harmony with the woman's mind and soul, of course she felt that the woman did not lie to her, she was telling the truth.

……

Heavenly Sword Mountain Range.

After a lapse of one month, Fang Ping drove here.

The golden war chariot was radiant, like a sun across the sky, and the rumbling wheels reflected the phantom of the divine phoenix and real dragon.

When the photo broke through thousands of mountains and rivers and fell in front of the steep peak deep in the mountain, Fang Ping saw a dozen figures standing indistinctly in front of the hut.

(End of this chapter)