Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 411; Primordial Spirit Warning Sign, Golden-patterned Divine Tiger [[-] words]

Fallen River.

The momentum of the river is like a long dragon with ups and downs and thousands of waves.

During the turbulence of the water surface, a large amount of dense water mist was raised, layered upon layer, gathering and scattering with the wind, covering the vast and endless river surface, creating a magnificent and magnificent scene.

At night, the sky is full of stars competing for brilliance, reflecting on the misty river surface, the sky and the earth are the same color, with a kind of hazy and mysterious beauty.

Fang Ping, who lived by the Luoshui River for more than half a year, stayed away from all the hustle and bustle, practiced daily, and then sat and talked with Tantai Qingluo, embracing and admiring the moon, and had a very comfortable and comfortable life. .

into the night.

The lunar star overwhelmed all the stars in the sky and shunned them.

Fang Ping's sleeves were fluttering, and his robes were flutteringly sitting high in the sky. He was condensing the power of supernatural powers, the power of the primordial spirit, and carved the [-]th Daluo divine pattern in his body.

Da Luozhen sees the wonderful method of Feiyuan, which can transform the body into a temple shrine, and the Yuanshen is the god Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple shrine. God pattern".

The process was unspeakably painful, unbearably painful, like digging out one's heart, to make a strong-willed person go mad, for Fang Ping, physical torture is not worth it, and climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts is the greatest desire in the world/ Desire and obsession also hide great bliss and joy in it. For this great bliss that makes people obsessed, the pain of flesh and blood is nothing.

Inside the thatched hut, the female suzerain walked out with her woman's hair in a bun, glanced at Fang Ping who was sitting in the air under the bright moon, cleared her throat and shouted: "Stop practicing, go back to the house!"

Fang Ping heard it, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He didn't know if the Martial Dao Emperor in the female suzerain was a serious emperor, and he actually taught the female suzerain a method of double cultivation.

who?Naturally, it was someone from the other side.

Good guy, after several months of picking/recovering, someone from the other side has become a tool person, just lie down there, don't have to do anything, just watch the performance of the female suzerain.

At first Fang Ping enjoyed it a bit, but after a long time, he was really a little scared. Even though he has boundless yang energy and infinite life potential, it is difficult for ordinary warriors to match, and the female suzerain is also in moderation, but who can stand it Day and night, endless work, he has to cultivate himself for a while.

With that kind of effort, wouldn't it be nice to plant flowers, go fishing, and go for a couple laps?
"did not hear?"

The female suzerain who got no response asked.

"He heard it."

The Martial Dao Emperor hid in the female patriarch's body, seeming to be gloating, and said out of nothing: "Try again, if he still doesn't agree, then he must pretend he didn't hear it."

Tantai Qingluo was dubious, and tentatively shouted; "It's getting late... It's time to rest, let's go back to the house..."

Fang Ping opened his eyes and landed in front of the thatched hut. Compared with the graceful, elegant and noble female suzerain more than half a year ago, the beautiful face carved with jade and soft flowers seems to be more ruddy and more beautiful. Glorious.

Swallowing his mouthful of foam, Fang Ping silently recited "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form", and then he looked serious, like an ancient sage who sees through the world of mortals and enters the room.

The next day, when the sun was rising and the river was surging like a mirror, Fang Ping pushed out against the wall. It wasn't that he was not determined, but that the enemy was too ferocious.

The Goddess Dao practiced by the female suzerain is the most powerful dual-cultivation method in the world. If it is other people, after these few months, the giant of the Martial God will not be able to withstand it. It can be recovered, then picked, and then recovered, and this cycle repeats itself, creating another miracle after the myth of reversing the giant of the Martial God.

inside the house.

The female suzerain's hair was in a messy bun, she put on a robe and walked out, the vitality and inspiration in the surrounding world was pulled, coming from all directions, and crazily submerged into the female suzerain's body.

"Is this the second magical seed to be condensed?" Fang Ping asked in surprise.

"What do you think? But it's thanks to you kid. If it weren't for your life source energy, which is as bright as the sun and as thick as a real dragon, she wouldn't be able to condense the second magical seed so quickly." Wu Dao The emperor's voice came from the female patriarch's body.

"It's true..." Fang Ping nodded, and Xing Shi asked, "But the emperor, you are not honest, what do you think of me? Do you know how I came here these few months? Even if If you want to pass it on, you should also pass on some methods of double cultivation that are beneficial to both parties, why do you want to pass on this method of harvesting/replenishing, I think you have ulterior motives."

The Martial Dao Emperor disagreed, and retorted: "Although it is a bit cruel, but you did it voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with this Emperor."

Fang Ping: "..."

No, someone on our side can't swallow this breath!

Clenching his fists, Fang Ping had an idea and asked, "The emperor is right, no one forced me, I'm just curious."

The Martial Dao Emperor didn't understand what he meant: "What are you curious about?"

The female suzerain's eyes are closed tightly, her whole body is bright and crystal clear, carved like chalcedony suet, the pores are stretched to swallow the inspiration of heaven and earth, and the second magical seed in her belly is gradually forming, but this does not delay the martial arts in her body The Emperor communicated with Fang Ping.

"I wonder if you peeked, senior."

Fang Ping asked a word, and the stagnation in his chest disappeared.

And the Martial Dao Emperor seemed to have disappeared.

silence.

A dozen breaths of silence.

"You can't really peek?"

Fang Ping swallowed and spit, this is a bit...

More than ten days later, the supernatural power seeds in the female patriarch's body were condensed and formed, and flew out of the top door, with golden light and black and white mist. It can be seen that there are yin and yang changes, and the quality is taboo supernatural power seeds.

"...The color and brilliance are somewhat similar to the immortal golden body supernatural power seeds, and it also contains the changes of yin and yang..."

Fang Ping felt familiar and friendly fluctuations from this magical seed, as if it was his own.

"receive."

The female suzerain muttered silently, and the supernatural power seeds sank into her body.

……

In the dark and dim hall.

A projection-like figure stood on each of the dozen or so pillars of light, and one of the stone pillars was empty.

"Lord Xie Wang has issued a decree, asking me to dispatch together to suppress that Wang Teng and bring him back."

A figure said loudly: "Master Qin, you have met that Wang Teng, tell me about it."

Palace Master Qin's figure trembled, remembering the embarrassment he was so frightened to flee a million miles ago more than half a year ago.

After returning to the Xie Wang Pavilion, he reported the incident to Lord Xie Wang. After a few months, it was unbelievable that Lord Xie Wang would issue such a decree.

"Okay, then I'll talk about it."

Palace Master Qin tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and said: "This person has the power to look down on the world and has an unparalleled posture. Because he is still in the category of supernatural powers and martial saints, this primordial spirit is subject to the limitations of his physical body. Although he can threaten us, as long as we are prepared and attack together, there is absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

It's just...if Lord Xie Wang wants me to capture this person alive...it will be a bit difficult. "

Capturing a person alive has a completely different meaning from killing a person. The difficulty has increased a lot and it is full of variables. Primordial God's monstrous martial saint.

"Palace Master Qin's words are not bad, but who dares to disobey Lord Xie Wang's decree?" A figure sighed.

"Let's fight together, can he turn the world upside down with a supernatural power?"

"Master Li, don't take it lightly. The main thing for Qiudian is to be vigilant. How can he die in Huangquan?"

"The lesson from the past is the lesson from the past, and we should plan well."

"My lord Xie Wang wants me to capture him alive. Could it be that he wants to subdue this person?"

"That's not something we should consider. What we have to do is how to capture this person alive."

After a moment of research, everyone in the hall discussed and came up with a plan.

Palace Master Qin slandered worriedly: "It's not easy, why didn't Lord Xie Wang take action himself?"

If it was possible, he would never want to see that stalwart figure that would explode his soul again in his whole life.

……

"kindness?"

In front of the thatched hut, Fang Ping raised his eyebrows. Just now, he felt flustered like a light on his back.

Everyone has a sixth sense, and the sixth sense of warriors is stronger, but it is very vague, and sometimes it does not work. Fang Ping is different. He has condensed the primordial spirit. For the imminent doom, Crisis has a sensitivity that ordinary people can't imagine.

"Is someone trying to target me behind my back, or is it that I'm about to get involved in some kind of murder?"

This sudden flustered feeling was rare and intense, and it lasted for quite a while.

"what happened to you?"

Tantai Qingluo noticed that Fang Ping was preoccupied, as if he was facing an enemy, and asked suspiciously.

Fang Ping did not hide anything, and expressed his premonition.

Tantai Qingluo didn't express her opinion, and handed over the problem to the Martial Dao Emperor in her body.

After Fang Ping questioned "Did you peek at it", he disappeared. The Martial Dao Emperor, who has never had any communication with Fang Ping, seems to have recovered. The majestic Martial Dao Emperor has no reason to be fussy about this kind of thing. , explained: "The primordial spirit is conceived by the spirit of the will, has the ability to communicate with spirits, goes up to the extreme sky, and goes down to the netherworld.

For the coming blessings, misfortunes and catastrophes, you have the feeling of a cicada's foresight before the autumn wind moves, and you suddenly have a whim, like a light on your back, which shows that a catastrophe is coming. "

This is very clear.

Fang Ping thought the same way, but what kind of murder was it?Artificial?Or a natural disaster?

"No matter what it is, I have to be prepared to deal with it, and..." Fang Ping looked at the female suzerain.

Tantai Qingluo:? ? ?
"I won't drag you down."

"I didn't say that." Fang Ping stepped forward and hugged the suzerain's soft and boneless body tightly.

From the next day until the morning.

When the female suzerain woke up, Fang Ping had already left.

Thousands of miles away on the river.

Fang Ping walked on the waves, one after another, the waves were lingering, and the mist rose and surrounded his feet. There were hundreds of big fish rolling and jumping in the river ahead, and the strong wind was blowing head-on. Sleeves fluttering, long hair fluttering.

After traveling like this for more than ten days, Fang Ping came to the depths of the Luoshui River. It was stormy, and the sky was dark.

Under the converging rain, undercurrents surged under the surface of the river, forming one vortex after another.

Half a day later, Fang Ping escaped from the area covered by the storm, and walked out. There was still lightning and thunder behind him, the sky was dark, and the rain was pouring, but the sun was still shining brightly ahead, and it was as clear as blue.

Soon.

A small island with beautiful mountains and rivers and abundant vegetation appeared in front of it.

The outside of the island is covered with clouds and mist, and the island is full of hidden reefs.

Walking to the island, Fang Ping was about to release his consciousness to see if there was anything weird on the island, when he heard a deafening roar of a tiger. He fixed his eyes and saw a huge monster walking down the hillside in front of him. Its appearance is the same as that of a tiger, but there are natural golden patterns outlined on the fur, a pair of bone wings on the abdomen, and dragon horns on the top of the head.

If this was an ordinary alien spirit beast, Fang Ping could poke it to death with a single finger, but this beast actually gave him a sense of threat.

"Hoohoho!"

The bone wings spread out, and the golden tiger with a size of seven or eight feet roared, which had the effect of shocking the soul. The moment the roar was made, a face-to-face rushed to the square plane, and the void was cut by its sharp bone wings. A long crack was cut, and the bloody mouth opened, with the tendency to swallow Fang Ping into the stomach in one gulp.

"It's not certain who is the prey." Fang Ping smiled, and his figure swelled in the wind, turning into a golden giant with a height of more than [-] feet, towering over the sky and overlooking the earth. With every gesture of his hands and feet, he followed with great power.

Immortal body!

The ferocious golden-striped tiger turned into a kitten in an instant.

Fang Ping stretched out his big golden hand, and between five fingers, he grabbed the golden-patterned tiger.

"Roar"

The golden-patterned tiger that fell into the big golden hand felt the shadow of death, twisted its body crazily, and bit the big golden hand, but it only broke a layer of skin, and its collapsed teeth were painful and bleeding.

"Today's dinner is settled."

Smiling, Fang Ping exerted force with his palms, and the force produced endlessly squeezed the golden-patterned tiger, letting it have its tendons and bones, and howl again and again.

A moment later, a tiger head as big as a millstone was lifelike, and it was thrown on the ground with death.

Fang Ping sat on the ground, and in front of him was the peeled golden-patterned tiger. After it was cooked, it was golden yellow, the skin was crispy and the meat was tender, without condiments, and every bite was delicious. After eating it, the overflowing energy was released. He felt warm all over.

"The blood in this animal's body is not bad, it is probably a remnant of a divine beast..."

After eating heartily, Fang Ping said: "It would be great if there is another jug ​​of wine."

In the early days of martial arts, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, but now that he has achieved great martial arts, drinking wine has become a great pleasure in life.

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky.

It was a young man with fair skin, clear bones, long hair, and wearing a white moon robe. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Looking at the half-eaten tiger meat, which was so fragrant and delicious, he blurted out, "Xiao Hei...is that you?"

Fang Ping hiccupped untimely and replied, "No."

juvenile:? ? ?
Does he have no eyes?
"You ate Xiao Hei?"

The young man opened his eyes wide with anger, but his angry appearance was like that of a girl, and his body was also thin.

Fang Ping wiped the grease from his mouth, and said, "Take it, you can't take it away. You can take it away, I won't stop you."

He was right, it was the beast that was going to bite people as soon as it came up.

But this was too unlucky, he ate a tiger and got caught.

"Little Black..."

The young man sighed, he didn't seem to be so distraught, and walked to Fang Ping's unfinished tiger meat.

Fang Ping:? ? ?
"Why don't you try it? It's delicious."

He also casually said, who can eat their own pets, who can eat their own pets, is that a decent person.

But it turns out that someone on the other side is naive.

The young man was not polite at all, he tore off a piece of tiger meat, with a click, the mouth was crispy and the aftertaste was endless.

Fang Ping just watched all the tiger meat left after the boy finished eating. It was hard to imagine how his thin body, which could be blown down by a gust of wind, managed to eat most of the barbecued meat of the golden-patterned god tiger.

"What you eat is Xiao Hei."

Fang Ping asked.

"It's not what I eat, it's what you eat."

The young man said with determination.

Fang Ping's mind was a little confused, and he looked up and down the handsome, thin and slender young man. This is incredible. The young man has a supernatural power seed in his body, and his quality has reached the category of taboo supernatural powers. His age is the same as his appearance , the year of the dancing elephant.

At this age, someone from the other side is still starved of food in Shanyang County. They have already stepped into the realm of supernatural powers and martial arts, and what they condense are still taboo supernatural power seeds.

"What a monster."

"It's a pity that you are so talented. If you can calm down, settle down, and condense a seed of supreme supernatural power, then..."

Fang Ping just thought about it, to condense the seeds of supreme supernatural power, it is not something that can be done by talent, the right time, place and people are indispensable, and one must have the courage and courage to go retrograde and aspire to the pinnacle of martial arts , great wisdom will do.

"You ate Xiao Hei, that is my master's mount, you should go and apologize."

The young man spoke surprisingly.

"You didn't eat?"

"Do you dare to say that you haven't eaten it!" Fang Ping's eyes widened, as if the other party dared to say that he hadn't eaten it, and someone from his party was going to perform a show of eating a living person today.

The young man looked at Fang Ping, felt a little guilty, blushed, and said: "I... the food was snatched from you, and you also said that this is not Xiao Hei."

Fang Ping: "..."

"It wasn't Xiao Hei who snatched it from me, but Xiao Hei was eaten by me. Isn't this contradictory?"

"Also, don't be shy, girls are chirping, a man is a man, why are you blushing when you talk?"

Fang Ping's voice shook the surrounding mountains and forests like thunder, and he was about to fly away after speaking.

"Little friend, why not come and have a talk."

A voice came from afar.

Fang Ping paused, and after thinking for a moment, he turned to the young man who was gnashing his teeth after being reprimanded by him, and said, "Lead the way ahead!"

(End of this chapter)