Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 444;

A storm comes and goes in a hurry, and goes in a hurry.

Fang Ping immediately concentrated his mind and landed on the long ladder connected to the floating platform in front of him.

The moment his feet sank and landed on the first step of the Long Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans, all kinds of phantoms and all kinds of distracting thoughts came like a storm.

Outsiders can't see it, but it can shake a person's heart in the invisible.

Fang Ping's eyes were disillusioned, and he saw the terrifying scene of his body dying, his soul flying away, and no bones left. The face was like a flat lake, and he walked forward leisurely.

The Long Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans under his feet is divided into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. Every time he walks up a step, the resistance and test he faces will increase a lot. , not to mention competing for the seat of the outstanding man, even the ladder of ten thousand patriarchs can't reach the end.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Ping walked through a thousand steps, and when he raised his foot to reach the thousand and first step, the oppressive force from the void increased dozens of times, like invisible and tangible chains, binding Now, bound outside his physical body, the impact on the spiritual level of will is also out of control.

The most frightening thing was that there was a bloody mist on the steps ahead, and a human-shaped blood shadow appeared amidst the dancing symbols.

The aura is vicious and violent, with no wisdom at all. As soon as it is condensed and formed, it uses its claws and teeth to attack and kill with arrogance.

Fang Ping happened to be at the cultivation level of the fourth-rank Dharma Phase Martial God Realm at the moment.

Facing the sudden human-shaped blood shadow, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, exhaled like a dragon, and penetrated the human-shaped blood shadow lightly, but this was just the beginning. When he stepped forward and walked up to the thousand and second steps , the human-shaped blood shadow that came out changed from one to two, and there was no change in power, and it was still in the category of the fourth-rank Dharma Phase Martial God Realm.

Seeing this, Fang Ping turned his gaze to King Doutian, who was walking at the forefront of the Long Ladder of the Ten Thousand Clans.

He was the first to walk up the Long Ladder of the Ten Thousand Clans. In just a short while, he had already broken through the bamboo. I was invincible and walked more than half of the distance. He stood at the second step of the 850th step of the Long Ladder of the Ten Thousand Clans. Fighting with him The killing human-shaped blood shadow, its power is so powerful that it shakes the world, and when it is struck with a palm, it rolls up a bloody light, and with one roll and one sweep, it can wipe out thousands of stars in the sky.

Wearing a golden crown with hair on his head and wearing a golden armored battle robe, the Doutian God King lived up to his reputation of fighting heaven and earth. He held a golden spear in his hand and was invincible. After fighting for hundreds of rounds with the humanoid blood shadow , then defeated the obstacle.

Behind Dou Tianshen Wang, there are nine lions of the Wan Yao Mountain. This guy changed suddenly and manifested his true body.

The golden lion, which caught everyone's attention, is radiant, sacred and noble, with the majesty of a king who controls all beasts in the world, and has nine heads.

Besides, the Goddess in Tsing Yi of Penglai Island, gracefully placed in the misty mist that cannot be dispelled, between her slender and delicate hands connecting the seals, the infinite ingenuity gathered to outline the dazzling divine light, blessed on the body of the Goddess in Tsing Yi of Penglai Island, let She does not touch anything, she is so glamorous, and she can turn the world upside down with a single blow.

The Heavenly Prison King is even more frightening. There are karmic flames floating behind him, the majestic Heavenly Hell Dharma, the human-shaped blood shadow who wants to block his progress, and all kinds of evil spirits, all of which are sucked into the Heavenly Hell Dharma like endless years. Inside, suffer the pain of the fire of karma.

There was nothing to say, Fang Ping withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

After a while, someone wanted to directly cross the long ladder of the ten thousand clans and enter the floating platform. This kind of behavior like a crouching dragon and a phoenix is ​​obviously not feasible, and the result is asking for trouble.

Time passed slowly.

Half a day later, some figures, such as the King Doutian, the Goddess in Qingyi of Penglai Island, the Nine-Headed Lion, the King of Heaven and Prison, etc., have already passed the Long Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans and entered the floating platform of the Temple of Heaven.

Fang Ping had only reached the ninth step of the Long Ladder of the Ten Thousand Clans at this time. At this position, the pressure he had to bear was terrifying.

A large amount of blood-red liquid poured out of the steps in front of him like weeping blood, and a monster-like creature suddenly rushed out.

Fang Ping showed his supernatural power, appropriately bursting into a somewhat majestic manner.

When reaching the 98th step, there is only one step left to board the floating platform.

On the last step, there are many patterns of strange beasts, ghosts, and demons engraved. After sensing someone approaching, all the patterns turned back to reality, drowning Fang Ping with murderous intent.

It took less than a cup of tea before and after, Fang Ping resolved these obstacles, unscathed, calmly crossed the last step of the Long Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans, and stood on the floating platform.

"That kid is not a mortal either."

The people in the Wangu Pagoda who witnessed Fang Ping walking all the way through the Long Stairway of the Ten Thousand Clans from the beginning to the end discussed and whispered to each other.

"I think he still has reservations."

"Heroes see the same thing."

"To be able to get acquainted with someone like the Heavenly Prison King, and to have the help of the Heavenly Prison King, a person with a pleasant face is naturally not a mediocre person. Let's take a bet. I bet that this person can win the seat of the Heaven's Chosen."

"There are [-] Tianjiao seats. If he wants to occupy a Tianjiao seat, I'm afraid it won't be easy."

"Just bet on merit points, three for one! Those who are willing to bet can come to me, and those who are not interested can be a witness from the side."

A certain gambler was quick-witted, seized the opportunity, and actually asked him to confuse many people to place bets.

On the floating platform.

Fang Ping looked down from a high position, and there were many figures on the long ladder of the Wanzu, such as the great sage Yuchen and Qin Cangxuan. He first walked to the floating platform, the Heavenly Prison King, the Goddess of Penglai Island, the Nine-Headed Lions, the King of Gods Fighting God, and dozens of other people gathered together and walked to the tenth floor of the floating platform.

Their goal is undoubtedly the Heavenly Venerable God Seat.

However, there is only one Celestial God Seat.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

A bloodbath is inevitable.

"Shoot the first bird, let them fight first, if both sides can be hurt, I will have a chance to take advantage of it, but I can't be too hopeful, there is no need to convince people, the power to overwhelm the world, just picked it up If you sit on the seat of the god of heaven, you can't sit still."

In fact, Fang Ping didn't have much interest in the Celestial Throne. What he was interested in was that after obtaining the Celestial Throne, he would be rewarded with 1000 million merit points.

This is enough for him to practice for a hundred days in the training space of the Wangu Pagoda.

Half a month flies by.

There are millions of outsider monks who have poured into the Long Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans, most of them are showing their faces to join in the fun, and some of them have worked hard and are determined to win a seat , It is good to leave a name in history, and this life is not in vain.

After half a month of screening and filtering, there are 10,000+ monks who have passed the long ladder of thousands of clans and boarded the floating platform.

But these 10,000+ people are all extraordinary, high-ranking people, and if anyone comes out, they are all outstanding existences in a certain area of ​​the world.

Around the first floor of the floating platform to the fifth floor of the floating platform, the battle for the seats of 650 nine heroes started in vain, and the monks who participated were too numerous to enumerate.

Fang Ping stayed out of the matter and walked to the sixth floor of the floating platform. Here, he saw a row of Tianjiao seats.

Without staying, he went to the ninth floor of the floating platform.

This is the Nine Dao Emperor seats.

The Great Sage Yuchen looked curiously and said, "Little friend, are you interested?"

"Let's just look at it." Fang Ping replied with a smile, but he was always paying attention to the scene on the tenth floor of the floating platform.

At this time, there are more than a hundred people confronting each other on the tenth floor of the floating platform. Could it be that the cultivation base of the ninth-rank Dharma Aspect Martial God Realm is the peak, such as the Heavenly Prison King, the Nine-Headed Lion, the Fighting God King, the Goddess of Penglai Island, and the Ming Emperor. , These are all high-ranked existences on the Demon Killing List. Needless to say, although dozens of people outside the world are not on the Demon Killing List, they are all existences with shocking power.

The situation is very delicate, no matter who makes the move, it will break the balance.

So after a long time, no one made a move, but it was the first to fifth floors of the floating platform, killing people in the dark, crying ghosts and wolves howling.

Three thousand, 650 and nine outstanding seats have become something that hundreds of thousands of monks have to fight for. Some people managed to break out of the crowd and win a seat, but before they are firmly seated, they will be attacked one after another When they flew out, many people's bodies were smashed into pieces and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The fighting and competition surrounding the five hundred Tianjiao seats was equally tragic and chaotic.

The camera came to the ninth floor of the floating platform. The number of people who wanted to compete for the Nine Dao Emperor seats, including Great Sage Yuchen and Qin Cangxuan, was only more than 500 people.

"Let's do it later, we don't care about you."

Qin Cangxuan, who knew that the situation might change drastically at any time, glanced at Fang Ping who was still standing still, and said with a heavy face.

"I know, I'll just take a look. I don't think anyone will attack me. Even if it is affected, I am confident that I can get out unscathed." Fang Ping said.

Qin Cangxuan didn't say anything more.

Some people can't wait any longer.

A man covered in simple iron armor from top to bottom, with a figure of more than three meters, with tightly muscled arms, as thick as a palace pillar, walked out at a fast pace, swept around the scene, and straightened up without saying a word. Walking towards one of the nine emperor-level seats, it can be seen that if there is no one to stop him, he will openly occupy a seat.

Fang Ping withdrew part of his mind from the tenth floor of the floating platform and used it on the man in iron armor.

Not easy.

This man has the cultivation base of the Ninth Grade Martial God Realm, his aura is as fierce and domineering as a beast, and the blood in his body is also unparalleled, huge and magnificent, and he is a person with unparalleled physique.

But it is obviously impossible for him to occupy an emperor-level seat in full view of the public.

Just when the iron-clad man was within easy reach of the emperor-level seat, a huge hand that didn't look like a human hand, covered with dark scales, came out of the void and patted the iron-clad man below.

With unparalleled strength, he can seal the heavens and the earth.

If they are caught off guard, most of the experts in the ninth-rank Dharma Aspect Martial God Realm will also be severely injured by this blow.

"Sneak attack from behind, it can be seen that he is the younger generation."

The man in iron armor let out a long growl. He was on guard, and without any panic, he took out a black Hunyuan hammer inlaid with a large number of patterns of ancient beasts. , with the destructive power of destroying the sky and smashing the sky, with a bang, it shattered the huge palm that fell from above.

Turning around, the man in iron armor stared at the man who was attacking him.

The man has a demonic aura, definitely not from the human race, but from a demon cultivator from Wan Yao Mountain.

"I will kill you first, and strengthen my power!"

The man in iron armor rushed forward, swung the sledgehammer, and opened and closed with every move, breaking the sky and the earth.

The male cultivator from Wanyao Mountain confronted him head-on for a few rounds, and found that the man in iron armor was amazing in physique and fierce in strength, so he stopped fighting with his sharpness and used his supernatural powers instead.

In the battle between the two, it was impossible to tell the outcome.

One after another, someone made another move, with the same goal, which was to win an emperor-level seat.

There are not a few people who calmly watch the changes.

Fang Ping looked at it with interest for a while, and then his attention returned to the tenth floor of the floating platform.

Seeing that majestic god, with a high fighting spirit, fighting the god king like a god king, looking down on the audience, he shouted loudly: "Who will fight with me!"

Everyone looked sideways.

The tens of thousands of monks in the Wangu Tower who saw this scene were also excited and their eyes trembled.

"Insanity!"

"I'm here to fight you!"

Someone responded to Doutian Shenwang.

This person dared to walk up to the tenth floor of the floating platform, and wanted to seek the throne of the god of heaven, he was extremely conceited and powerful.

Through the ups and downs of discussions in the Wangu Pagoda, Fang Ping knew the identity of this person, he was the son of Feng Clan, one of the Seven Great Emperor Clans, and one of the Seven Great Emperor Clans.

That is to say, the blood of the Martial Dao Great Emperor flows in the body of this Emperor of the Feng Clan, which can be regarded as the most noble existence in the world.

In appearance, the Emperor of the Feng Clan is dignified and elegant, with layers of blazing divine rings covering his whole body. After the aura unfolds, it triggers all kinds of heaven and earth visions to protect him.

The blood of the Martial Dao Great Emperor gradually recovering in the body also brought him a huge blessing, making people have the fear of facing a Martial Dao Great Emperor, crawling thoughts, and his cultivation is undoubtedly at the peak stage of the Ninth Rank Martial God Realm .

"Supernatural powers: move mountains and suppress seas!"

It is better to strike first, and the emperor of the Feng Clan raised his hand and threw his feet to sacrifice a magical power. Judging from its power, it is a taboo magical power.

One towering mountain after another descends from the sky and rises slowly, each of which is ten thousand feet in size.

Hundreds of sacred mountains fell together and blasted towards the same target. The power and influence can be imagined.

God King Doutian has nothing to fear, on the contrary, his fighting spirit has climbed to the extreme. In his eyes, this emperor of the Feng clan is no more than mediocre, even if he is the son of the Martial Dao Emperor. Shaking the ground, piercing out like a god.

Bang rumble!Whoosh!
The rocks exploded and the wind swept through the clouds.

God King Doutian stepped on the divine light, passed through the storm that had not subsided, and approached the Emperor of the Feng Clan.

The Emperor of the Feng Clan frowned and shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!"

He is the parent and son of the Martial Dao Great Emperor, and he has the blood of the Martial Dao Great Emperor flowing in his body. The God King Dou Tian bullied him as soon as he met him, and he really didn't take him seriously.

Under the fury, the power in the body of the Emperor of the Wind Clan no longer restrained and suppressed, and the Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth summoned was as high as ten thousand zhang. The power of all beings.

God King Doutian stopped, and his strength was suppressed.

During this short period of time, the emperor of the Feng clan squeezed the formula, urging the power of the law, the heaven and the earth, and blasted back the God King Dou Tian by thousands of feet.

But it didn't cause any substantial damage to King Doutian, but King Doutian would become more courageous as he fought, and laughed up to the sky.

The two of you come and go, and all kinds of supernatural powers emerge one after another, and the waves are stirred up, oscillating, shaking the world and shaking the world.

The tens of thousands of monks in the Wangu Pagoda were dazzled and stupefied.

"Is this... still the God of Martial Arts? Why do I feel that it's two Martial Dao Emperors fighting?"

"It's not unreasonable. The monks of the ordinary ninth-rank Dharma Aspect Martial God Realm can't even match the light of the two of them."

"Come, come, place your bet! Fighting the God King vs. the Emperor of the Wind Clan, the odds are [-] for [-]!"

……

The battle continues.

Dou Tianshen Wang has boundless fighting spirit and is indomitable. Every blow has the potential to fight the sky and the earth.

In terms of strength, the Emperor of the Feng Clan may be able to compete with King Doutian, but in terms of momentum and will, he gradually falls into the disadvantaged.

"Awesome." Fang Ping murmured to himself, "The strength of these two people, in a sense, is infinitely close to that of the Great Martial Dao Emperor. I am restricted by the cultivation of the fourth-rank Martial God Realm, so I want to compete with these two. There is an insurmountable distance, and the only thing you can rely on is the "primordial spirit." This is also a helpless thing.

The God King Dou Tian and the emperor of the Feng Clan have at least cultivated for hundreds of years.

But what about someone else?This year is just a child less than a hundred years old.

"Fighting heaven and earth, all ways will be destroyed!"

Like the ultimate radiance, the Doutian God King who burned all the fighting spirit and strength disappeared, and was replaced by a god who could sweep away everything in the world.

The Emperor of the Wind Clan was oppressed and held his breath, then had no choice but to gather the strength of his whole body, and the power of the Emperor's blood in his body, revealing his peak strength.

Buzz!
The sky and the earth can hear a needle falling.

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

But the storm that rolled up in the next moment was like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

In the vortex that took away all the colors in the sky and the earth, King Doutian flew out backwards, the golden battle armor outside his body was dimly broken, his hair was disheveled, and there were cracks outside his body, bleeding profusely.

Just when everyone mistakenly thought he was defeated, the emperor of the Feng clan appeared, dripping with blood, and half of his body was missing.

Who wins and who loses is clear at a glance.

"In terms of strength, there is almost no difference. He was defeated by will and momentum."

"The King Dou Tianshen, with a will that has been tempered and tempered, has the will to fight bravely, and will not be moved when the sky collapses, and he has the determination to be invincible, but this emperor of the Feng Clan pales in comparison. The blood of the emperor has given him His most noble halo in the world, but also bound him invisibly, just like the Emperor Ming who bears the mark of reincarnation."

Fang Ping was thoughtful and had a lot of insights.

(End of this chapter)