Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 410; Reverse War God, Unparalleled [[-] words]

【Name: Fang Ping】

[Cultivation: Supernatural Martial Saint (two supreme supernatural seeds)]

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Art (88% unparalleled in the world), Physical Strength (87% unparalleled in the world), Furnace Raising Art (Peerless in the world)]

【Vision point: 1322 points】

Ever since the seeds of yin and yang supernatural powers were condensed, the two health-preserving exercises, the turtle breath breathing technique and the strengthening body exercise, have been shelved by Fang Ping until today, and he has hardly studied them. The upper limit of the two health-preserving exercises is too low. After reaching the unparalleled state, it will take a long time to make a big improvement and transformation.

"I have enough time now, and I will do two things next. One is to engrave the "Da Luo Shenwen" in the body, and practice the "Da Luo Zhen Guan Fei Yuan Wonderful Method" as soon as possible. After that, the martial arts of the "Xuanwu Transformation" will Righteousness, integrated into the turtle breath breathing technique, in fact, I can directly practice this basalt transformation...

But tortoise breath breathing technique has become the foundation of my martial arts so far.Even if this basalt change is the supreme magical skill created by the Great Mountain and Sea Emperor, so what? The health-preserving exercises tap the potential of the human body and sublimate the origin of life. This is the brilliant way for me to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. The rest of the methods are like heresy for me, and I can take their essence , but cannot be mistaken for it. "

Think about it here.

Fang Ping focused on observing the basaltic beasts floating in the wild ocean ahead.

Huge and boundless, like a piece of land, the basaltic beast was essentially transformed by a drop of basalt blood, and after it was concretized, it became what it looked like before it was alive, and its charm and appearance are all penetrating.

Ordinary turtle-like creatures live longer and their shells are harder, but this basalt is an innate beast with the most powerful defense in the world, and its lifespan is endless.

Roar!
The clouds were gloomy, the sky was dim, and the basaltic beasts in the ocean raised their heads, and the long howling sound, like dragons, tigers, and leopards, shook the heavens and the earth, tearing open countless gullies and cracks in the boundless wild ocean.

The calm sea suddenly became choppy, with lightning flashes and thunder, and the surging turbid waves were more than [-] meters high. Fang Ping felt a sense of awe from the bottom of his heart with such a terrifying momentum. The thunder and lightning that came down were colorful, some were golden, some were purple, some were black, and some were blue.

Each one is to destroy all things, as if it can kill the giant of the god of war, but the thousands of lightning bolts that contain the billowing power of the sky, after hitting the shell of the Xuanwu beast one after another, not leaving a single point Fang Ping, who condensed the seeds of yin and yang supernatural powers, keenly and clearly sensed the slightest scar:
When the tortoise shell of this basalt divine beast is bombarded by external forces, thousands of innate symbols flow and change, and the destructive power of lightning bolts from the sky is dispelled continuously. That is... the power of yin and yang.

"Xuanwu controls the changes of Yin and Yang."

"The seeds of yin and yang supernatural powers are also condensed by me after combining the two health-preserving exercises of the turtle's breath breathing technique and the strengthening body exercise. In other words, this basalt change can not only be integrated into the turtle's breath breathing technique, It can also remove the chaff and save the chaff, and integrate it into the strengthening exercise.”

Fang Ping couldn't help laughing.

A month was lost in the blink of an eye, and he had a thorough soulful understanding of the power and charm possessed by the basaltic beast.

Fang Ping opened his eyes when his soul returned to his body.

When he entered the Tianbei of Shanhai Town to contemplate the power and charm of the Xuanwu beast, Tantai Qingluo also absorbed the remaining source energy in the source vein in front of him, and his cultivation level improved.

There is no communication.

Fang Ping's gaze was fixed on the Tianbei of Shanhai Town.

Shaped like cast bronze and black iron, the Rust-covered Shanhai Zhentian Monument, the characters and symbols engraved on the outside of the monument are as complicated and mysterious as heavenly scriptures, but Fang Ping can understand it, it is the origin of the "Xuanwu Transformation" content.

"The Black Emperor of the North, the home of the Seven Gods, really started from fighting, mastering wind and rain, regulating yin and yang, and leading to longevity..."

A few days later, Fang Ping roughly understood this skill, and thought to himself: "It is worthy of being created by Emperor Shanhai who traveled all over the world and traveled all over the world. With my talent and perseverance, After a few days, I have only scratched the surface."

Wu's.

There was a lot of movement from the outside world.

In the midst of the wind and snow, more than a dozen figures in black robes with evil auras, riding the wind and fog, pierced the sky and landed on the sky above Dongfang City. One of them raised his hand and pressed a button downward without any explanation. In the palm of his hand, the evil sword light formed by the condensed power of supernatural power and the vitality of heaven and earth left a crack more than a hundred feet long in the city below.

The dust was flying, the ground was shaking, and the whole street was flattened. Hundreds of people were involved in it and became the souls of the dead.

Still immersed in the grief brought about by the murder of his wife and daughter, he has been in a daze for a while, remembering the melancholy Dongfang Ye, when he went out the door, his face was pale, and there were thirteen figures, all of whom were undoubtedly supernatural powers and martial sages. Judging from the identical costumes, one can guess that these are the supernatural powers of the Xiewang Pavilion.

It's too late to say.

The thirteen martial saints with supernatural powers in the Xiewang Pavilion immediately locked on Dongfangye.

The aura of supernatural powers and martial saints is as conspicuous as a torch in the dark night in Dongfang City, where most of them are ordinary people.

shhhhhh!
The thirteen Martial Saints of Xie Wang Pavilion flew over the sky where Dongfang Ye was. The leading Martial Saint took off his hood, and his face was covered with strange black lines.

As long as they are supernatural martial saints in the Xiewang Pavilion, they will all wear the Xiewangguo to form a curse seal in their bodies. The strange black lines crawling outside the skin are brought about by the curse seal after eating the Xiewangguo.

"Things that don't know how to live or die, my Martial Saint in the Xiewang Pavilion dares to kill them. What about the man in black who fought with you?"

The Martial Saint of Xiewang Pavilion, who took off his hood, asked with a stern voice.

Dongfang Ye broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. Fang Ping was refining the source veins deep in the ground at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't want to betray Fang Ping. Besides, even if he said it, it was impossible for this group of Evil King Pavilion Martial Saints to let go. Passing him, thinking of the dead wife and daughter, he suddenly gained courage, straightened his spine and replied: "He has already left."

"Gone? Where did you go? Let me tell you, we are here today to kill people. If you can't escape, that person can't escape either. If you don't want to die so ugly, just tell the truth!" The Martial Saint of Xiewang Pavilion suppressed Dongfangye with a mighty aura, and still without a sound, he displayed a secret technique to shake people's will and make people lose their minds.

Suffering from the oppression of the Xiewang Pavilion, Dongfang Ye felt dizzy, his spiritual platform was covered in dust, and he almost wanted to tell where Fang Ping was.

Seeing that he was about to be unable to hold on, a palm stretched from behind fell on Dongfangye's shoulder.

Dongfang Ye turned his head back: "Brother Fang, you... why did you come out, they..."

"I heard it all, you go to the side first." Fang Ping looked calm, but he was also a little surprised. The history of the martial sage Mingxiewang Pavilion is very clear.

In this way, even if he left quietly, there will always be a day when this Xiewang Pavilion will come to his door.

Rather than that, it is better to speak clearly.

Looking at the thirteen martial saints who were uniformly dressed in black robes and hoods, hiding from head to toe in the dark, Fang Ping broke the silence and said with a smile, "Who sent you here? Are we fighting civilly, or fighting?"

Silent.

From the moment the thirteen martial saints with supernatural powers in the Xiewang Pavilion saw Fang Ping's appearance, they felt a sense of horror as if a butcher's knife was hanging on their necks, and the white blade was on their bodies.

at this critical moment.

The void is wrinkled, like the surface of a lake being blown away.

The man who walked out was about 50 years old, with gray temples, no weird black lines wriggling around his face, and no terrifying aura flowing around his body. Fang Ping, who saw this man, was shocked and blurted out: "Faxiang Martial God... "

"Oh? I can tell at a glance that the master of this hall is the god of war. He really is not an ordinary person." The man stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Fang Ping with a gloomy look, and said, "Let me introduce myself, the master of this hall, Qiu Nantian, is now an evil spirit." Lord of the Royal Pavilion."

Fang Ping was fearless, but he couldn't relax anymore. He thought that the evil king's pavilion was a bit too much. He just slaughtered a few supernatural powers and martial saints, and then came directly to a martial arts god to seek revenge. He shouldn't have sent a group of supernatural powers first. Did the Martial Saint come over to give away the head, and finally dispatched the Faxiang Martial God who was a whole realm higher than him?
"There's something. It's a lot more terrifying than I thought that the Demon King's Pavilion can casually dispatch a Dharma Aspect Martial God."

"In Xiaping, there is no sect, no sect, and the Lord Laoqiu personally came out." Fang Ping cupped his hands politely.

The master of Qiu Palace showed undisguised appreciation between his brows. Facing a giant warrior, he could still talk and laugh happily, and act as lightly as possible. This kind of disposition is rare in the world.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Another figure walked out of the void and stood beside the Lord Qiu.

This person has a handsome appearance and wears a black crown. Behind him, there is a cloud of dirty and dark devilish energy gathering and lingering, as if some kind of monster is being conceived.

"This is my Palace Master Qin of the Xiewang Pavilion, who came together with this Palace Master." Qiu Palace Master faintly revealed the identity of the man.

Fang Ping:? ? ?
As for?
This is how much you look down on someone from the other side.

"Two Dharma Aspect Martial Gods..."

"...Hehe, this is the first time Fang has been valued so much in his life."

Fang Ping sighed with a smile.

The way he sighed, fell into the eyes of Palace Masters Qiu and Qin, something was wrong.

Not a shred of fear, trembling.

"Interesting, you, a junior, can still laugh when your death is imminent?"

Palace Master Qin snorted, and the world went dark.

Hall Master Qiu narrowed his eyes and said: "If you offend the Xie Wang Pavilion, you should be punished. However, my master has always loved talents. If you are willing to accept the evil king fruit, I want my hall master to plant a curse seal in your body. If you take refuge in the lord of this hall, you can redeem your merits and save your life, think about it."

Palace Master Qin frowned, not wishing to see such a result.

Fang Ping didn't kneel down to be a dog, begging for his life. It's not like he hasn't challenged the Martial God giant. Even though these two are both Martial God giants, he still feels far inferior to the Great Luo Zongtai ancestor.

"Xian Yuanshen came out of his body and beheaded one person. If he succeeds, he can fight. If he fails..."

Unable to think so much and held back his distracting thoughts, Fang Ping's consciousness sank into the body of the little man of Yuanshen floating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Palace Master Qiu, who didn't get an answer for a long time, gradually lost his patience. Instead, he made a strange mistake, and felt a sense of imminent disaster on a whim.

He saw

Fang Ping's brows glowed, the divine light shone through the world, and the golden glow fluttered.

Behind the cracked frontal bone, a small figure about the size of an inch walked out.

The villain has all four limbs, a nose and eyes, and his facial features are just like Fang Ping's, but he has a little more solemn treasure appearance, a sense of sacred indifference, and when he first appears, he robs the light of all the heavens, just like a supreme saint, surpassing him. The stalwart god above all living beings came to the world full of filth and filth.

The purple air rises, and the hype falls.

The villain of the Yuanshen stepped on the golden lotus on the avenue, and the sound of the sacrifices of all spirits wandered outside his crystal clear body. It seemed slow, but he straddled the starry sky and the universe step by step, and rushed to the Lord of Qiu from all over the world. A fist the size of a grain of rice pierced thousands of flowers in the mountains and rivers with light, and when it was raised, it slammed into the head of Palace Master Qiu.

"No!"

"how can that be……"

"……how is this possible!"

Palace Master Qiu was hysterical and his soul was trembling. Just a moment ago, he was a high-ranking martial god of Faxiang, but now he fell into unprecedented terror.

Under the fist of the Yuanshen villain, his body was imprisoned, even his thinking and consciousness became slow, and the flow of time around him seemed to be still.

If he had been prepared, he might have escaped the punch.

puff!

A fist the size of a grain of rice is brighter and more blazing than the sun star suspended in the depths of the universe.

Piercing between the eyebrows of Palace Master Qiu, the sea of ​​consciousness pierced out from the back of his head, with the remaining power undiminished, sinking into the sky.

Everything happens in the fire and light stone, with a flick of a finger.

Fang Ping heaved a sigh of relief when the Yuanshen villain returned to his body. He did it. With the body of a supernatural martial sage, he marched backwards and beheaded the martial god of Faxiang!

May I ask, in the world of Kyushu, and in the 33 countries of the human race, is there any supernatural martial sage who can do this?
Going back 1 years, 10 years, there are not many people who can use the body of a martial sage to reverse the martial arts.

In the sky, Palace Master Qin was stunned, and suddenly looked at the Palace Master Qiu beside him who was pierced between his eyebrows and his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed like a dream.

It wasn't until the latter's body fell to the ground with a thump and was completely reduced to a corpse that he came back to his senses, terrified, and growled in disbelief: "Yuan...Old monster of Yuanshen...you are Yuan Old monster!"

The power of the primordial spirit is unimaginable.

It can take people's lives thousands of miles away, and it can also explore the netherworld and ascend to the nine heavens.

Those giants of martial arts who have lived for thousands of years are rarely able to condense the primordial spirit.

This is the fruit of the will and spiritual detachment.

"You're showing your ugliness." Fang Ping didn't take it seriously, and said calmly with a smile, as if there was nothing to make a fuss about, isn't it just the primordial spirit, isn't it just that he killed a martial god in the retrograde attack.

Palace Master Qin turned a deaf ear, his brain was still buzzing.

Isn't the young man in black standing below a supernatural martial artist?

Can a supernatural martial sage also condense a primordial spirit?

"Aren't you escaping?"

Fang Ping's eyebrows flickered, and the Yuanshen villain was ready to go.

Under such threats, the dazed Palace Master Qin fled away as if bitten by a poisonous snake.

Thirteen Martial Saints with supernatural powers from the Xiewang Pavilion followed behind, but Fang Ping had to knock down a map of the God of Turtle Town.

Whoa!
The golden sea of ​​yin and yang surged, and the black and white yin and yang gods of the mysterious turtle and beast spit out black and white yin and yang light, and wiped out the thirteen martial saints of the evil king's pavilion without any suspense.

As for Palace Master Qin, Fang Ping was too lazy to chase after him. He was able to kill Palace Master Qiu with Yuanshen. He had the upper hand. It is too difficult to kill this place.

"Brother Fang Ping, you..."

"No, Senior Fang, please don't take offense at the unnecessary offense earlier."

Dongfang Ye dropped his body to the ground, and knelt down tremblingly.

He actually intersected with an old monster with a primordial spirit, which is really scary to think about.

"Dongfang City Lord is polite." Fang Ping said: "I have already refined the source veins at the foot of the mountain, and there is no debt between us. But the Xiewang Pavilion seems to be a kind person, and maybe he will send people. Dongfang City Lord is still Plan ahead, it’s better to move earlier.”

After saying this, Fang Ping threw out the golden weapon chariot, took Tantai Qingluo with him, and drove away.

"Using the body of a supernatural martial sage, condense the primordial spirit, and then use the power of the primordial spirit to reversely slay the martial god, junior, this world can no longer tolerate you, you should go to the otherworldly place as soon as possible." Tantai Qingluo said Inside the body, the voice of the Martial Dao Great Emperor came out.

Fang Ping pondered: "I will go to a place outside the world, but not now."

……

He fled hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of miles, out of the Snow Country, and came to a primitive mountain range where Palace Master Qin looked back. He was covered in cold sweat, and suddenly a beast roared, scaring him into panic. After fleeing tens of thousands of miles again, after confirming again and again that Fang Ping was not chasing him, he slowly calmed down.

"Supernatural Martial Saint...Old Monster with Primordial Spirit."

"I remembered. Not long ago, there was an unparalleled evildoer, called... Wang Teng, yes, this person is just a supernatural martial artist, but he has condensed the primordial spirit."

"Fang Ping, Wang Teng?"

"Are you alone?"

Qin Dianzhu, who guessed Fang Ping's identity belatedly, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fists furiously. He was frightened by a supernatural martial artist and fled a million miles: "That idiot Qiu Nantian will die, it is completely If you are negligent, I don't believe that a primordial spirit condensed by a martial sage can defeat a martial god in a head-to-head confrontation..."

That's what he said, but he really didn't dare to turn around and find Fang Ping to settle the score.

Master Qiu, whose strength was almost the same as his, was killed by the Yuanshen villain with a single punch. That kind of shocking power was destined to become a demon and take root in his soul.

"Let's go back to the Xiewang Pavilion first, and you can tell Lord Xiewang about this person's supernatural powers."

With a kick, Palace Master Qin embarked on the road back to the Xiewang Pavilion, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed. He came with a group of people, but he was alone when he returned.

……

After a year.

The 33 kingdoms of the human race, beside the Luoshui River.

Luoshui is the oldest and longest river in the four seas of Kyushu, running through the four seas of Kyushu and covering 33 human nations.

Half a year ago, a couple came here, built a thatched cottage in front of the river, and lived here in seclusion.

……

(End of this chapter)