Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 423; Respected by the world【[-] words】】

Raising his hand to grab it, Fang Ping took the Yin-Yang Dao Sword from the golden coffin into his hand.

As soon as he got the sword, he felt a sense of intimacy. This sword is a top-grade artifact that can control the power of yin and yang. The yin and yang supernatural power seeds in Fang Ping's body happen to have the mystery of yin and yang, which means that he can use it to the maximum. Witnessing the power of a high-grade artifact: "Although it is a foreign object, as long as it can improve one's own strength, it is also part of strength..."

With a thought, Fang Ping, who put the Yin-Yang Wendao Sword into his body, stared at the Void God Armor inside the golden coffin. According to Qi Ling Boy, this is a mysterious treasure of Yuanshen, which can bless Yuanshen.

Anything that involves the unity of the primordial spirit is rare in the world.

The frontal bone was split, and the villain Yuanshen fled from Fang Ping's sea of ​​knowledge. When he came back, the villain of Yuanshen, about the size of an inch, wore from head to toe a dress that was blooming with nine colors of divine brilliance, as transparent as Jade's blue light armor.

The Divine Armor is a thin layer, and the holy and ancient symbols flowing out of it flow like nature, tightly wrapping the body of the Yuanshen villain.

Then there is the Enlightenment Stone.

When spiritual thoughts sink into this enlightenment stone, even those with dull aptitude and comprehension can become as if they are aided by gods, and their spirits are clear.

Fang Ping tried it, and his spiritual thoughts sank into it. His thinking and consciousness were indeed a little lighter, but the blessing effect on him was not as evil as what Qi Ling boy said: "It may be that my understanding and talent are too monstrous. Alright."

The last is the "Yangshen Tianmo Sutra".

This exercise includes the martial arts perception and insights of the martial arts emperor's life when he was alive.

Anyone who has practiced the "Yangshen and Tianmo Sutra" will embark on the same path as the Martial Dao Emperor during his lifetime.

But Fang Ping didn't have the slightest interest in this volume of exercises, but he could learn from it, take its essence and discard the dross and mix it into the two health-preserving exercises of "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" and "Body Strengthening Technique". This has become the main way for him to improve these two health-preserving exercises.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping asked Qi Lingboy: "The emperor's evil thoughts are gone, how long can this emperor's tomb last?"

Qi Ling boy didn't understand what he meant, but Fang Ping is now the successor of the Martial Dao Great Emperor, that is, his new master, the master has spoken, can he hide it?He replied: "Under normal circumstances, this place will not collapse even after another 1000 years or 1 years."

"Okay." Fang Ping nodded happily, and asked again: "How to deal with the remnant body of the outer demon that was sealed in the trial secret territory? Do you think that with my current strength, it is possible to wipe out the remnant body of the extraterrestrial demon?"

Keeping the remnants of the evil spirits from that day is a hidden danger. If it can be wiped out as soon as possible, it is better to wipe it out as soon as possible. If the emperor's tomb is to be destroyed, it will be difficult for many gods and martial gods from all over the world to attack by force. Fang Ping has already thought about it. The tomb is the foundation of someone from the other side, and he can also bring Li Rou, Tantai Qingluo, and Fang Ying into the emperor's tomb.

In this way, when he goes out, he will have nothing to worry about.

The boy Qi Ling shook his head: "Although the remnant body of the outer demon that day was just a broken body, it was able to fight against the emperor during his lifetime. In addition, the vitality of the outer demon is extremely tenacious. If you want to wipe out the remnant body of the outer demon that day, it is worse than killing the emperor's evil thoughts." It's going to be a hundred times more difficult, but don't worry, the evil spirits outside the sky are in a daze, without spiritual consciousness, and can't escape the seal left by the emperor."

"Okay." Fang Ping didn't think any more.

Half a year was lost in the blink of an eye.

【Name: Fang Ping】

[Cultivation level: Great Supernatural Martial Saint]

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (8% Zhen Gu Shuo Today), Strong Body Skill (7% Zhen Gu Shuo Today), Furnace Raising Skill (unparalleled in the world), Da Luo Zhen Guan Fei Yuan Wonderful Method (Hua Shen)]

【Vision point: 5788 points】

During the past six months, Fang Ping stayed in the main hall of the Taoist temple to practice.

He has also read the contents of the "Yangshen Tianmo Sutra", but it will take time to understand it.

A great emperor painstakingly created the magical scriptures, the profound mystery in which, if an ordinary person spends his whole life, he will not be able to see the tip of the iceberg. see through.

"Master, are you awake?"

Seeing Fang Ping open his eyes and withdraw from the trance state, Qi Ling boy respectfully called out.

"What's the matter?"

Qi Ling boy waved the whisk in his hand, and the condensed light curtain reflected the outside world.

Fang Ping looked around, good guy, there are huge crowds of people outside the emperor's tomb, with flags and flags waving.

Fang Ping didn't take it seriously for the moment of astonishment. He had already expected this situation.

"If the master doesn't want to pay attention to these people, I can hide the emperor's tomb in the depths of the endless void."

Qi Ling boy preached.

"No, what should come will always come."

Fang Ping stood up, his eyes gleaming, his whole body was as vigorous as a god king, and he walked towards the outside world fearlessly.

……

Outside the emperor's tomb.

The sky, the earth, and everywhere are full of people.

The ten great demon sects, the nine great Xuanzongs, and the powerhouses of the six great dynasties gathered together.

There are countless people watching the excitement, and they emerge in endlessly.

On the side of the Wu kingdom's royal family, who hadn't been seen for decades, Lin Jiuyao, the great empress of the Wu kingdom, who had not lost a bit of her demeanor and had grown a lot in her cultivation and aura, had white teeth in her lips, and her beautiful eyes glanced at the distance. In the Demon Sect, the ancestors of the Black Demon Sect's Faxiang Martial Gods, there are five people in total, it can be said that they have come out in full force, and the Da Luozong also has six Martial Gods Patriarchs.

This made the Empress Wu very worried, she sighed and said: "Even if he is not reconciled, he should change his appearance and enter the tomb of the Great Emperor quietly, how could he be so careless."

Lin Ao, who was wearing golden chain mail beside him, entered the tomb of the great emperor last time, and failed the first test. Before that, he broke through the shackles and stepped into the realm of the martial god of the law, becoming the youngest martial god of the martial arts in the history of the royal family of the Wu Kingdom, and also condensed the heavenly magic.

Hearing the sigh of the Great Empress of Wu Kingdom at this moment, Lin Ao said with piercing eyes: "Brother Wang Teng doesn't seem like a brave and foolhardy person. Since he dared to enter the tomb of the Great Emperor openly and aboveboard, he should have expected it before his eyes. Such a situation."

The Great Empress of Wu Kingdom nodded her head slightly, thinking it was reasonable.

On the side of Burning Tianzong, Jiang Shengxue, who is two meters tall and can make a seven-foot man feel ashamed and dare not be blasphemous, has a raging flame outside her body and skin that can be broken like creamy fat. She is wearing a long dress of fire lotus , standing there with her blue hair coiled up high, like a queen in charge of all fires in the world, proud, holy, and peerless.

Along with her, Jiang Lie, the ancestor of the Martial God of the Burning Heaven Sect, was Jiang Shengxue's ancestor in terms of blood.

A cloud of black corpses floated not far away, like a meat grinder, mixed with a large number of broken limbs.

Shi Jiuyou, whose face was as pale as a zombie, stood in a cloud of corpses, and in front of him were the ancestors of the four martial gods of the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

……

In the spotlight.

A series of footsteps came, vaguely, vaguely.

It caused everyone under the sky and outside the emperor's tomb to cast their gazes.

Many people have been so nervous that they forgot to breathe.

Amid countless gazes, the young man dressed in black walked out of the emperor's tomb with a majestic look at the past and the present.

Fang Ping, who was caught in the eyes of everyone at the scene, was in his early 23s, with sharp facial features and his eyes opened and closed like lightning. Although he was not handsome, his tall and stalwart body was suppressed like an ancient sacred mountain when he first appeared. In the hearts of everyone at the scene, an invincible force originated from the depths of the bones and souls, swimming across the Kyushu and the world in his every move.

It doesn't matter if there are many gods of martial arts, such as Jiang Shengxue, Shi Jiuyou or other peerless martial saints, after seeing that majestic and majestic figure appearing, they all feel a little bit embarrassed.

"What a big battle."

The corner of Fang Ping's mouth curled up and he stared disdainfully at the figures within his field of vision. When Zhou Haotong, the ancestor of Da Luo Zongtai, passed by Zhou Haotong, a killing intent ripped through the sky like a storm. He remembered the last time When he walked out of the emperor's tomb, he was suppressed by the opponent, and had to use the small teleportation talisman in Geng Yangzi's hand to escape the catastrophe.

Zhou Haotong: "..."

He came to the emperor's tomb and thought that Fang Ping's strength must have improved a lot, but he hadn't seen him for a few decades, and once again stood face to face in front of Fang Ping, letting Fang Ping's murderous eyes stare at him. , the blood flowing in his body was frozen, and his heart was twitching like being squeezed by an invisible big hand, as if he was about to fall into the abyss, and his soul was scattered.

"There are acquaintances."

Fang Ping withdrew his gaze and looked at the side of Fen Tianzong.

Jiang Shengxue's expression trembled.

Standing in front of him was Jiang Lie, the Patriarch of the Martial God, with complicated eyes, and he said via voice transmission: "Fen Tianzong has no intention of becoming an enemy of Wang Teng, and he came here today to clarify this matter."

Fang Ping sneered: "You didn't have such an attitude when Fang picked that supernatural fruit tree in the past."

Jiang Lie was speechless, cupped his hands, and smiled wryly.

"Okay, since you didn't come to fight against Fang, I will let you go, Burning Heaven Sect."

Fang Ping's face was calm, and he urged his soul to sense it. Jiang Lie did not have any hostility towards him, so it could be seen that the other party was telling the truth and really wanted to turn hostility into friendship with him.

On the contrary, there are not a few people who are hostile to him. Among them, there are dozens of giants of the Faxiang Martial God.

And among the many gods of war, there were only three people who could make Fang Ping feel a warning sign and feel a lot of threat.

"Brother Wang!"

Lin Ao's voice drifted over.

Fang Ping smiled and said, "Congratulations, Brother Lin."

He could tell at a glance that Lin Ao had stepped into the field of martial gods.

"Brother Wang, be careful. Today's killing situation is rare in the ages. There are probably not a few martial gods who want to kill you... If you are no match, it's better to get out quickly and leave."

Lin Ao's tone reminded him sincerely that he had the intention to help, but after he became the Martial God of Dharma, his every word and action represented the royal family of the Wu Kingdom, not for himself, but for the royal family of the Wu Kingdom, so he had to restrain his temper a little bit. It doesn't make much sense to kill the game with him or without him. The most important thing is Fang Ping himself.

"You're just a bunch of jumping clowns, chickens and dogs, Brother Lin just looks at it." Fang Ping smiled, looked at the audience with pride, and shouted: "Fang is standing here at this moment, what are you waiting for?" ?”

The sound was like a torrent of thunder, shaking the universe in all directions.

Many people's blood surged, and they almost passed out.

"Junior, Hugh is going crazy!"

A Da Luozong's patriarch of the god of martial arts was about to move, looked around, and shouted: "This son is so contemptuous of us, arrogant and arrogant, which shows that he has obtained the inheritance of the great emperor in the tomb of the great emperor!"

The theory of killing the heart!

These remarks are undoubtedly to add fuel to the flames and push Fang Ping to the forefront.

But does Fang Ping care?He didn't care about it at all, and took advantage of the situation and said, "Yes, the inheritance in the emperor's tomb has fallen into the hands of Fang."

Da Luozong's Faxiang Martial God Patriarch was dumbfounded.

Are you so honest?Have you ever thought about the consequences after admitting it?

"Oh? The inheritance of the great emperor has fallen into your hands?"

In the twisting and rippling void, a strong man with bronze skin, red hair, and terrifying aura stepped out.

This person is the ancestor of the martial god of the flame demon sect among the top ten demon sects. He looks more than 40 years old and has been practicing for more than 3000 years. As soon as it appeared, the air between the sky and the earth became violent and hotter, and it looked down on Fang Ping.

Fang Ping squinted at this person: "So what."

The patriarch of the Yanmo patriarchal clan, the god of martial arts, brows displeased. The junior in front of him doesn't seem to take him seriously. That's right, one of them has condensed two supreme supernatural powers, and he has also condensed the primordial power in the field of supernatural powers and martial sages. God's god-defying evildoer, who can put in his eyes, but as long as Fang Ping hasn't stepped into the realm of the law and martial arts, he can't be threatened.

At most, it is just a young dragon, and there is still a long way to go before traveling to the extreme sky.

It was with this kind of foolish and foolish thought that the Patriarch of the Flame Demon Patriarchal God of War God unleashed all his strength.

Bang rumble!Whoosh!
The majestic and turbulent supernatural power appeared as pillars of flame light, rising hundreds of feet high into the sky.

A tall statue with ox horns, a terrifying demon body, flame wings on the back, and ancient flame patterns on the face, appeared behind the ancestor of the flame demon patriarchal martial god.

"So strong!"

Feeling the power fluctuations emanating from the huge flame magic giant, many magic giants present all changed their colors.

Fang Ping was indifferent, the other party could bring him a certain sense of threat, but that was all.

"Junior, let me ask you again, the Great Emperor's inheritance, will you hand it over!"

The Patriarch of the Flame Demon Patriarchal Clan Xiangwu God roared like a god and a demon.

Fang Ping shook his head, the door shook, and the third magical seed rose.

Looking at the holy, bright and resplendent third divine power seed shaped like a palace and temple, the mighty Flame Demon Patriarchal Ancestor Martial God Patriarch, his heart beat violently, but the uneasiness came out of nowhere, he firmly believed in his fifth-grade Dharma Aspect The Martial God's cultivation is enough to suppress Fang Ping, and what he fears is nothing more than Fang Ping's condensed primordial spirit.

"Supernatural power: Flame Demon Seal!"

In order to suppress the uneasiness and throbbing in his heart, the ancestor of the Flame Demon Patriarchal God of Martial Arts took the initiative, and with a loud roar, he unleashed a shocking supernatural power of killing, and he saw the violent giant of the Flame Magic God behind him, The flames outside his body were like a vast ocean, and pillars of flame light rose from under his feet.

A flame imprint as big as a mountain gathered together, crazily devoured the inspiration of the world within hundreds of miles, and the destructive and violent aura that spread out was unparalleled horror.

Fang Ping turned a blind eye to it, and in a single thought, he activated "Gods up three feet up".

As soon as this method comes out, the heaven and the earth will be in chaos, and yin and yang will be reversed.

The gods and villains about the size of an inch slowly walk out of the seeds of supernatural powers like temples and temples, and with every gesture, they dominate the world and shine in the world.

"soul?"

The pupils of the patriarch of the Flame Demon Patriarch, the Martial God, contracted, and then he realized something was wrong.

The primordial spirit resides in the sea of ​​consciousness, how could it be possible to come out of the supernatural power seed?
A god and villain about the size of an inch, divine and holy, indifferent to all things, outside the crystal-clear and flawless body, wanders the inextricable chaotic energy, and the supreme sacred energy exuded is also unsurpassed in the world, surpassing the heavens and all things. Seeing the figures of gods and villains at the scene, a thought of surrender, kneeling, and prostration arose from the depths of my heart.

"Go." Fang Ping stood still.

With an order, the villain of the gods shined brightly, and walked out like a heavenly emperor coming to the mortal world. On the way, the villain of the gods stretched out a palm the size of a rice grain, condensed the chaotic mist outside the body, and turned it into a thin and small chaotic sword.

"What the hell is this...?"

The elder Martial God of the Flame Demon Patriarchal Clan was terrified, and the cold sweat broke out on his back.

But now that things have come to this, it is impossible for him to retreat.

With a rumbling sound, the Yanmo Seal, filled with unparalleled destructive energy, was sacrificed by the ancestor of the Flame Demon Patriarchal God of War, and blasted towards the inch-sized body of the god villain.

This blow was still terrifying, and few people present could resist it.

The god villain strikes out with a sword, the sword energy is uncertain, like smoke and fog, chaotic.

The Flame Demon Seal, which was as big as a mountain, exploded like a gunpowder barrel, and the flames and air waves that poured out flooded this piece of heaven and earth, and the rising temperature distorted and melted the void.

Everyone present dodged and forced back.

After a dozen or so breaths, the storm subsided, and a huge hole was blown out of the sky by the flame storm. The earth was also devastated, and the fiery red magma continued to flow.

The crowd gasped.

Caught in such a storm of flames, most of the gods of war will suffer heavy injuries and fall to their deaths.

But that inch-sized, godlike villain whose whole body was forged like the divine light of heaven and earth, was branded on the spot without any injuries.

Fang Ping smiled and said nothing, the villain of the gods has the anti-nature nature of jumping out of the three realms and not being in the five elements. People in the world often say that ten thousand dharmas will not invade and all evils will retreat. This is vividly reflected in the villain of the gods.

Although the flame storm just now destroyed the world, it still couldn't threaten the gods and villains.

As soon as the screen turned, the villain of the gods slashed at the Patriarch of the Flame Demon Clan Xiangwu God with a dull expression.

The latter was terrified, and dodged in a panic, and the flame giant behind him chopped off an arm alive.

The scene that was staged next was unforgettable, and everyone on the scene was shocked by the five thunderbolts.

The ancestor of the Martial God of the Flame Demon Sect, who possessed the cultivation level of the fifth-rank martial arts god, was slashed by the villain of the gods, and dodged like a frightened bird, but no matter where he went, the villain of the gods followed him like a shadow .

(End of this chapter)