Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 419;

At this moment, everything in Zhou Tianyu was dark and gloomy, all the light was plundered by that figure.

Fang Ping, who had activated the immortal golden body, raised his flesh and blood body to hundreds of feet, majestic and majestic, like a supreme god in the age of mythology.

There are one hundred and eight divine rings superimposed on the back of his head, his body and skin are casted like fairy gold, accompanied by a golden light, and there is also the divine power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, picking stars and catching the moon in his every move, endlessly surging in his limbs Hundred skeletons, between the acupuncture points all over the body.

The magic jellyfish sent out by the god of war in the Xiewang Pavilion was transformed by the god of heaven and earth, but under Fang Ping's unarmed bombardment, it was smashed to pieces in just one round, and it exploded like smoke. It was the giant of heaven and earth standing behind it. The Martial God of the Xiewang Pavilion was also knocked back hundreds of feet by Fang Ping's Invincible fist.

Looking at it with fixed eyes, there is no light in the world, only Fang Ping's majestic and radiant body is left in the world.

"Is this... supernatural power?"

"Be careful! This kid has not only condensed the primordial spirit, but also possesses supreme supernatural powers. This physical body is one of his supreme supernatural powers."

"To suppress such a heaven-defying evildoer, one must have the faith to bury him, so that it is possible to suppress him and capture him alive."

A brief moment of astonishment, shock, and surprise.

The eight gods of the Xiewang Pavilion's Dharma Aspect Martial Gods released their Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth with shining bodies.

Bang rumble!Click!
One path resembles the heaven and the earth, the color fluctuations are completely different, but they all block the sun and the moon, standing magnificently and boundlessly in this piece of heaven and earth, and there is a whole body bathed in bright flames, like a god in the fire, who wants to burn the Kyushu and the world, The dharma giants who were burned to ashes, and there were also dharma giants who held knives and axes and killed like gods and demons.

In addition to that one who was the first to reveal the Dharma Aspect of Heaven and Earth, there were nine Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth giants in the world, the smallest one was as tall as a thousand feet, and one of the Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth Giants was a thousand feet tall. It is eight hundred feet high, towering into the clouds, with vertical pupils on its face, wings on its back, and a thunder mark on its hands.

"First Grade...First Grade...Second Grade"

Fang Ping's eyes were squinting, and the beating light was unpredictable and sharp. From a bird's-eye view, all the nine martial gods of the Xiewang Pavilion showed their true colors, and no secrets were exposed to his perception. , the two second-rank Dharma Aspect Martial Gods have opened up a Dharma Aspect world that does not exceed the realm of Xuan Grade, so how can you be an enemy of Fang Mou?"

There is my invincible will, imprinted and reverberated in this world.

It sounds like people are dumbfounded and shuddering.

Throughout the ages, there have been many arrogances of heaven, and it is not without their supernatural powers that martial sages can fight against the gods of martial arts, such as Jiang Shengxue of the Burning Heaven Sect, Shi Jiuyou of the Tianshi Sect, the successor of the Sword God Valley, and Gengyangzi from otherworldly places.

They are all peerless martial saints who have condensed three taboo magical seeds in their bodies. They have the power to challenge the martial god of the law, but it is only a challenge. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Now facing the pictures of the nine evil kings, martial gods, and martial gods, Fang Ping has nothing to fear, and he even threatened that they would be hard to fight against them. While the nine martial gods of the Wang Pavilion were furious, their complexions were extremely heavy.

"Supernatural powers: Heavenly Thunderbolts!"

Standing behind him is the [-]-foot-tall Dharma Aspect Martial God, who is the first to launch the offensive. Behind him, the Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth Giant is solemn and sacred. The thunder seal in his hand seems to be able to mobilize the thunder and lightning between the heavens and the earth. The blazing lightning that was drawn fell from the sky like raindrops.

After converging and condensing in mid-air, it turned into thunder and lightning as thick as temple pillars, which could easily wipe out the great supernatural powers and martial saints.

They were densely packed, hitting the outside of Fang Ping's immortal golden body like raindrops, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of explosions rose and fell with each other.

"Supernatural power: Futu Demon Slash!"

Another Martial God of the Evil King's Pavilion made a move, and the sword energy from the slashing split the world into two worlds, and the endless void was also torn open a huge crack that was more than a thousand feet long.

boom boom boom

An aura of slaughtering gods and immortals, destroying everything, frightening ghosts and weeping gods, rolled and filled the sword aura.

"Supernatural power: Heavenly Ghost Eater of Soul!"

"Supernatural power: Mietian Shenyin!"

"Supernatural power: Extreme Heaven Divine Fire!"

Several Martial Gods of the Evil King's Pavilion launched attacks one after another, all with all their strength and without reservation.

"That's what makes sense."

The golden blood in Fang Ping's body was boiling, and his fighting spirit was rising steadily. The beam of light in his eyes went up to the nine heavens, and down to the netherworld, staring at the nine evil king's martial gods. It penetrated into his mouth and nose within a breath, his chest cavity swelled up like a balloon.

next moment.

He poked his head forward, and the breath in his chest was blown out.

"what!"

The voice of shouting in response contained Fang Ping's will to look at the world of Kyushu and swallow up the martial arts of the past and the present. The invincible momentum turned into a wave of sound waves visible to the naked eye, shattering the void, and the evil king's pavilion. The sonic supernatural power issued by a Faxiang Martial God collides with the tangible and intangible, like two waves intertwined.

Whoa!
In the momentary stalemate, stalemate, one side overwhelmed the other, and then swallowed them all, and the remaining power undiminished drowned out the evil king's pavilion who displayed the magic power of the sound wave.

"how is this possible……"

There is no way to avoid it, and the Martial God of the Xiewang Pavilion, who is caught in the overwhelming shouts, is bleeding from his seven orifices, his bones are cracked, and his internal organs will be blasted into powder by the pervasive shouting. The three souls and seven souls are also crumbling. , After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the world behind him was about to be torn apart, and the level of will and spirit almost collapsed.

There is a great fear, a great throbbing, that if you want to run away, if you don't run away, you will be lost forever.

"Come again!"

Fang Ping looked up to the sky and laughed, full of vigor, the door shook, and the seeds of yin and yang supernatural powers flew out.

The supernatural power that contains the changes of yin and yang spews out endlessly from the seeds of yin and yang supernatural powers, and the outline of the sea map of the turtle town, covering the sky and the sun, is sacred and supreme, like a magnificent scroll of heaven-replenishing gods, and like an obliterated Everything in the world, the chaotic millstone of all living beings.

The scale is five hundred feet in size.

The golden sea of ​​yin and yang surges, and the mysterious turtles and beasts shine in the world.

The two forces, interpreting the yin and yang, the grand glory of invincibility in the world, press down, split the world's destructive sword energy, overwhelmed, fragmented, and the result is an evil king's pavilion. It was affected and flew backwards, and then two more evil kings, ministers, and war gods were injured and retreated.

"happy!"

Fang Ping waved his fists like a god dancing. Wherever the fist print went, the endless void collapsed, and there was no light in the sky and the earth. In a blink of an eye, three evil kings, court gods, and war gods retreated in front of his fist seal, vomiting blood, in a state of embarrassment. Smashed into the depths of the earth.

There is not enough time for a cup of tea.

The nine martial gods of the evil king's pavilion, who displayed the giants of the heaven and the earth, died in front of Fang Ping, and fell down like a chicken and a dog. Their great power and supernatural power illuminated this time and space, and also broke the boundary of the realm. the shackles.

"How could it be so, how could it be so, how could he be so powerful? Could it be that this son has...opened up the world of Dharma Aspects and set foot in the realm of Dharma Aspects and Martial Gods?"

On the ground, a disgraced Martial God of the Evil King's Pavilion, with his clothes ripped off in pieces, panic, fear, and doubt written all over his face.

"No! In such a short period of time, it is impossible for him to step into the realm of the god of war."

"There are no absolutes, don't forget, he is the evildoer who condensed two seeds of supreme supernatural power."

"Because of this, it is impossible for him to step into the realm of the god of war so quickly."

"That's right, being able to condense two supreme supernatural power seeds is naturally unparalleled and invincible, but the resistance and barriers he encountered when breaking through the big realm are ten times, a hundred times as much as I wait."

Speaking of this, it doesn't matter whether Fang Ping has set foot in the field of martial gods or not. The important thing is that Fang Ping at this moment can defeat them in a head-to-head confrontation.

"I have sent a message to Palace Master Qiu and the others. Although the extreme northern prairie is vast, it is within the footsteps of the God of War, and the distance between Palace Master Qiu and us. They will be able to come and wait with us in a short time. Convergence, combining the power of everyone at that time, we will be able to reverse the situation and suppress this place, what I have to do now is to hold on for a while, and wait for the Lord Qiu and the others to arrive here..."

One person spoke decisively and decisively.

Hearing this, the several martial gods in the Xiewang Pavilion were silent, and now there is no better choice than to grit their teeth and hold on.

"Oh? Is there nothing you can do?"

Fang Ping's voice sounded, and he looked down at the nine martial gods in the evil king's pavilion indifferently, and urged: "If you have any hole cards, ultimate moves, you can use them as much as you want, and Fang can just take them one by one. Sorry for waiting thousands of miles to follow me all the way to this extreme northern prairie, this is your last chance."

Although the confrontation just now was short, Fang Ping had to be in the confrontation to basically confirm that this group of people was fighting together, and they were not his opponents. He could control the situation as he wished without any scruples.

"Monster, stop being rampant!"

Something rises.

A certain Martial God of the Xiewang Pavilion spewed black air from his mouth, and the black magic light he spit out was a quasi-sacred weapon. After being sacrificed by the power of supernatural powers, it turned into a black lacquered magic tower. It rose to a size of hundreds of feet, like a magic mountain, wrapped in a piercing wind, suspended above Fang Ping's head with great coercion.

Fang Ping looked up, his face was like an ancient well, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, a long spine roared, and his blood was burning, he clenched his fists and bombarded the bottom of the pitch-black magic tower, but there was a loud bang Cracking, the sound of void shattering sounded, and the rolled up air waves and Changhong, like the plow of a stray arrow, pierced the vast land and the vast void.

Bang rumbling!
The pitch-black magic tower, which can imprison, refine, and imprison all things, hummed and screamed, flying backwards as if about to burst.

"Shutian Shura Banner!"

A large crimson flag without a flagpole flew out as if soaked in the blood of gods and demons. On the flag was painted a Shura demon with hundreds of heads. When they reached outside Fang Ping's body, they were wrapped one by one, like dumplings wrapped in leather or leaves, wrapped around Fang Ping's huge, stalwart, sacred and bright body.

Fang Ping, who only had his head exposed, was taken aback for a moment, and said: "The other party has used this kind of method, and it is a bit unethical." While he was speaking, his strength exploded, and his strength was enough to move Filling mountains and seas, capturing dragons and elephants, but the blood-red banners tied around him didn't even shatter in the slightest, and got tighter and tighter.

In the distance, several martial gods of the evil king's pavilion beamed with joy.

"Well done! Watch me behead this monster!"

A martial god of the Xie Wang Pavilion drank loudly, and a black magic knife flew out of his body. Looking at its fluctuations, it turned out to be a quasi-divine weapon. It struck at Fang Ping's neck, causing Fang Ping to create a shadow of a different body and soul flying away.

"If you are like this, Fang will stop pretending!"

Fang Ping closed his eyes in a panic, and the two magical seeds in his body glowed, flying out of the top door, and complemented each other with the yin and yang magical seeds. The third supernatural power seed of "there is a god" supernatural power hangs above the immortal golden body supernatural power seed and the yin and yang supernatural power seed.

whimper
The veins in front of his forehead were running through, Fang Ping stretched his arms out, and the blood-red flag tied around his body was like a big net, which could restrain fish in the water, but if it was used to salvage the kunpeng in the sky and the real dragon in the clouds, it would hit a stone with an egg , An may shake the tree.

The moment before he was about to be slashed by the quasi-sacred long knife, Fang Ping's arm broke free from the blood-red banner, with five fingers spread out, like catching the stars and catching the moon, he met the sharp and terrifying quasi-sacred quasi-sacred target with his bare hands. The divine weapon long knife, without the imagined blood splashing three thousand feet, is like two indestructible heavenly weapons colliding and exchanging arms.

Fang Ping, who had engraved one hundred and eight thousand daluo god patterns in his body and cast his body into a temple, the defensive power of this immortal golden body has also been transformed and polished, and with the addition of three supernatural power seeds Nourishment, in a sense, the strength of his immortal golden body is unparalleled, like a humanoid artifact.

The clanging sound soared into the sky, smashed into the sea of ​​clouds, and spread dozens of miles away.

The edge of the quasi-sacred long knife disappeared, and Fang Ping's palm only showed an insignificant, slender wound like a hair.

"hiss!"

The dharma ministers and martial gods in the Xiewang Pavilion felt their scalps tingling, and they were horrified.

Repelling a master's attack with bare hands is still a quasi-sacred weapon refined by the god of martial arts. Such physical strength is simply unheard of.

"Fang also has a treasure, please take a look at it today!"

Fang Ping's voice sounded faintly.

It fell into the ears of the nine evil kings, ministers, and war gods, and it became a nightmare like a death knell.

"Quick, don't give this evildoer a chance to use his tricks!"

Behind him, the martial god of Xiewang Pavilion, who was as bright as a god of thunder, roared.

Too bad it's too late.

The third supernatural seed floating on the square top door turned into a flawless, sacred and ancient temple and palace in the turning.

It looks like the size of a longan, but the supreme atmosphere is like the resting place of the gods. If you want the nine gods of the Xiewang Pavilion, the hairs stand tall, the butcher's knife dangles from the neck, and the body freezes, and then you see a god-like stalwart , Mysterious, confusing villain, with all four limbs, shining in the heavens, walked out of the third supernatural power seed.

The villain stepped on the avenue of purple air, surrounded by chaotic mist and divine light rain.

The moment they saw the villain, everyone in the Xiewang Pavilion was stunned. They couldn't help but want to worship and pray devoutly, just like ordinary people in the world, mediocre, who spent their entire lives in vain, and glimpsed the coming of the gods in vain!

Not only them, this world, this time and space are trembling, welcome the arrival of the villain!
Fang Ping's voice sounded again, imprinted on the body of the god's little body, everywhere, and he said deafeningly like a scourge: "This is the third magical power that Fang has condensed, and it is called "There is a god three feet up." "!"

Is there a god who holds his head up three feet?
The faces of the Xiewang Pavilion and the others were pale, and they exchanged glances like glowing backs.

Each other's eyes were full of fear.

The manpower is humble and insignificant, even if it is a god of martial arts, with great supernatural powers, and a life span of thousands of years, when encountering a high-level god, it is just a bigger insect that is eager to kill.

"What are you panicking about!" A hooded and ugly horse-faced Martial God of the Xiewang Pavilion, probably because of extreme fear, was fearless, and roared out of mental disorder: "What are you raising your head three times?" There is a god in the ruler, you are just a mortal who is still struggling in the realm of supernatural powers and martial arts, just like us, you call yourself a god, what do you think you are?"

Silent.

The martial gods of the Xiewang Pavilion nodded.

Considering oneself a god, this is something only those martial arts emperors dared to do in ancient times.

The appearance of gods and villains shakes the sky, overturns the sun and the moon, and has the magical power to make people worship and tremble. But they are numerous and powerful, and they all have quasi-sacred weapons in their hands. Not to mention suppressing Fang Ping, Can stand invincible.

Fang Ping's eyes flickered, and he stared at the barking and ignorant Martial God of the Evil King's Pavilion, and said viciously: "You asked me what it is, and Fang can answer your question right now! You dare not Fang dares to do things! Fang dares to do things that you cannot do or dare to think about!"

After saying that, Fang Ping then took this man for surgery.

The size of an inch or so, like a villain of the primordial spirit returning his soul from a dead body, a villain of gods born to a mother, the light and rain flying around him, and the chaotic mist flew out, and the two beams of light in the eyes opened and closed, ignoring the void and ignoring the distance. The physical body of the Martial God of the Xiewang Pavilion is submerged in his sea of ​​consciousness, heaven and earth.

The gods and villains can kill the flesh, and they can also attack the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Martial God of the Xiewang Pavilion, who was severely injured in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness World, uttered a scream of pain like killing a pig, and he was in pain. He was not defenseless, but in front of absolute power, his world of Sea of ​​​​Consciousness was still torn apart, and he was crushed. breakdown.

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(End of this chapter)