One law promotes all laws, and all laws are integrated into one law.

One is to simplify the traditional and the other is to simplify the traditional and the different processes are different, and they all push the way of force to the extreme.

There is no saying that the two are stronger or weak, but only the difference in mind and nature.

Those who are simple and honest in nature will always have problems, and their instinct will make them think things simple, so that they can't do it naturally by simplifying the traditional Chinese.

Whenever an active mind has problems, his instinct will make him think about things in a complicated way, and he will naturally not be able to do it by simplifying it in a complex way.

The Dragon Fist seems simple, with only one punch, but the process in it is actually extremely responsible. It seems to be simplifying the complexity and condensing many forces into a simplified one. In fact, it is simplifying the complexity, because before condensing this punch, you must fully grasp the complicated process that you must use, which cannot be achieved by ordinary monks.

The power of flame is always simple to use by yourself. It cannot be removed from burning or explosion, and even if there is any change, it is limited. Since it is simple, it is easier to do it. What you need to do is to simplify the traditional Chinese rather than simplify the traditional Chinese.

Perhaps because of this, I cannot exert the true power of Dragon Fist because my personality and mentality are different.

The use of the Sun Fist is to condense the true qi of the flame on the right arm and explode again. To be simple, you only need to make the true qi more powerful and further increase the degree of compression of the true qi.

However, the true qi in a monk's body depends on the realm of different, and it is always limited. If the true qi is simply concentrated and exploded, there will be no substantial breakthrough.

Although the Dragon Fist is not his own box, it is undeniable that it is very strong. How could Pangu's boxing technique that rampant the world in the last era be weak?

Zhaoming began to think constantly about how to integrate the power of the Dragon Fist into his own fist.

The simple way of using the Sun Fist, the complex trajectory of the Dragon Fist, constantly appearing in the mind, causing the true qi in Zhaoming's body to flow involuntarily.

One is complex and the other is simple. Two completely different ways of exercising the qi immediately caused the most direct impact in Zhaoming's body.

Unconsciously, the true qi in the body was divided into two streams, one was like the sun fist, and the other was like the dragon fist to perform the exercise route. It was like the two poles of yin and yang, opposite each other.

At this time, Zhaoming had fallen into the deepest level of meditation. He had forgotten his surroundings and even his own body, and was thinking wholeheartedly as if he had absorbed the dragon's fist.

The two true qi constantly impacted and confronted each other, making the whole body clear.

The body of the divine weapon is safe, but there are some changes in the dantian.

Especially in the middle dantian, the twelve-grade fire lotus is still here. Under the impact of the true qi, it seems to resist on its own, and rolling karma fire emerged with a bang.

The karma fire cannot be stopped. It rushed out of the middle dantian in an instant and wrapped Zhaoming.

Zhaoming, who was deeply thinking about the meditation, felt a flash of white light in front of him, and he instantly arrived at a battlefield of killing.

A palace made of crystal stands tall, and countless scale-armored demons guard the four directions. The army of the witch clan is densely packed, surrounding the entire crystal palace.

A magnificent witch man waved his weapon in his hand and launched thousands of troops and fought against the Crystal Palace.

Although there are many scale-armored demon clans, there are many more witch clans. Both the number and combat power are very different. What is more important is that their morale is low and they seem to have no desire to resist at all. Countless demon clans fell to the ground in an endless storm of energy, and their corpses remained.

The True Dragon Clan transformed into a prototype and wanted to rush to the nine heavens. She fled in panic, but saw a witch clan soaring into the air and instantly arrived next to him. She slashed it with one knife and her body turned into two sections.

The witch clan held the real dragon head and raised it high, and the morale of the army under his command was like a rainbow, and the demon clan was even worse. He was defeated. Soon, no one of the demon clans in the entire crystal palace were killed.

The Crystal Palace, which once represented the glory of the demon clan, was broken into pieces and became a huge coffin that buried the corpse. The blood gathered into a small river, flowed out slowly, and then gathered into a river, turning into a sea of ​​blood, surrounding the entire Crystal Palace.

Zhaoming was shocked and furious. He wanted to take action, but found that he could not move, as if he was trapped in a glass coffin, and could not even move his fingers.

The blood that was like the sea rushed over and drowned him in an instant. In the blood, countless fellow tribes were crying and wailing. They were struggling and painful souls, sinking here and unable to be redeemed.

"ah!"

Zhaoming felt sad and angry, and wanted to roar, but found that all the sounds were swallowed into his stomach and could not roar.

"boom!"

The blood torn apart like a curtain, disappeared from the Crystal Palace, and then arrived in front of a mountain full of paulownia trees. This is a capital of a demon clan. There is no wall around it, only a palace on the top of the mountain.

It is still besieged by the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan guards.

A figure that was not strong and even looked a little thin, flew over the palace, holding a long sword in his hand, and a blazing fire.

The witch tribe kept dying under his flames and sword light, but other witch tribes kept rushing over.

The face was firm, as if the eternal ice had not melted, and the firmness in the eyes seemed to be just traveling among mountains and rivers, rather than between life and death.

Although it is also a siege on ten sides, the morale of this place is unprecedentedly high, far beyond the Crystal Palace.

Even though the number and strength are obviously inferior to the Witch Clan, the demon army has exerted its combat power no less than that of the Witch Clan.

They fell down one by one, rushed up one by one, without deserters or cowards.

Despising death is as if it were home. In the eyes of these demons, death seems to be a way home, and it continues one after another.

No one is truly not afraid of death. The words of the man in the black cloak ring in his heart. Even if the courage in his heart exceeds the fear of death, it is still inevitably affected by the horror of death.

Only those who have ignored death in their hearts and forget what death is like can truly be regarded as death.

In their hearts, as long as the righteousness is in their hearts, there is no difference between death and life.

The figure flying above the palace wrapped its whole body with a raging flame. At this moment, it was as dazzling as the sun star, shining in people's minds.

"ah!"

Zhao Ming's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to join the war. He wanted to do his best for this Lich battle. But he couldn't do anything. Except for watching, he could even make a sound, and he could only watch.

A long-lasting battle, the sun rises and the moon sets, and time is no longer known. Even though the arrogance in my heart lasts forever, it is impossible to turn the tide.

When the last demon clan in the city fell, there was only the broken palace and the bleak figure on the palace on the entire mountain.

The witch clan stopped attacking, Xiao Se looked around, the flames disappeared, and his face was lonely. Finally, he sighed, roared into the sky, and wiped his sword at his neck.

"don't want!"

Zhaoming shouted loudly, but there was no sound at all.

As the picture changed, it was the witch clan's massacre of the demon clan again. Flames rose everywhere, thunder and lightning roared, and the demon clan fell one by one.

Demon Garden, Colosseum... and those demons struggling in the prehistoric continent and near the sea, those demons struggling to have a foothold in the homeland of the prehistoric continent, died one by one under the butcher knife of the witch clan.

Among the fallen demon clan, those familiar faces could be vaguely seen. Sword Tomb, Shang Yangwang, Bai Ze, Yang Sansan... and Acao, who turned into a peerless figure in the flames.

"No...no..."

Zhaoming roared wildly, he didn't want to watch anymore. The heart that thought he wouldn't be afraid anymore began to tremble at this moment. He didn't dare to accept the death of these people. If they were not there, what would this world become?

Full of despair, the hell of the forest.

"boom!"

A huge punishment platform turned into another in front of him, and a tall witch clan stood on the punishment platform and laughed loudly. Zhaoming would never forget that figure, Zhu Hong of the witch clan.

Zhu Hong held a head in his hand, which was Di Jun. He stepped on a demon clan under his feet, and was covered in red. It was Shura. He put a long knife in his hand on Shura's neck and laughed at Zhaoming.

"Baby, I killed your mother back then. You could only escape in shame and dare not look back. So what if so many years have passed, you can only stand there and watch your brother die under my knife!"

"You can't do anything, are you desperate? Don't worry, you will be the next one!"

Amid the laughter, Zhu Hong slowly lifted the long knife in his hand.

"Shura! Stop!"

Zhaoming shouted, but he couldn't move and could not do anything. Seeing the long sword slowly falling down, Zhaoming felt that he wanted to explode in his chest and could not bear it.

The more anger in my chest accumulated, I finally reached the extreme, and I blasted away the shackles on my body and escaped from my body's restraints.

"stop!"

As it soared into the air, the rolling flames poured into the arm, condensed into a ball of flame power that looked like lava, and the vital energy compressed into substance. In the circling, it turned into a spiral energy and blasted towards Zhu Hong on the punishment platform.

Don't return to the bottom of the cliff.

Sun Jiuyang looked at Zhaoming not far away in surprise: "Why is this guy wrapped in karma fire again? Could it be that he had not passed the karma fire illusion last time? If he had not passed the karma fire illusion, how did he get out?"

Zhaoming did not tell him about the illusion in the past, so he naturally didn't know the appearance of the man with a black cloak.

"I'm in trouble. One is going to die, and the other is heartbroken by the karma fire again! How can I get up!" I frowned and felt extremely annoyed: "I wouldn't jump down if I had known."

While thinking, I suddenly saw Zhao Ming in front of me rise up, and his body of karma suddenly disappeared, and then he immediately rolled out endless fire, all of which were spiraling and rapid sky fire.

All the flames poured into the arms, and felt their breath rising into the sky. When he saw his eyes open, the two flames emitted a red light.

"What do you want to do?" Sun Jiuyang was startled, and a few swishes. He jumped out of the distance with great agility and did not dare to get close.

"stop!"

Zhaoming roared, waved his right arm, and a terrifying fist intention blasted out.

The true energy condenses and spews out the arms. It is no longer a dragon-shaped energy, but like a lava meteor, hovering rapidly and rushing into the sky.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the lava meteor exploded, and the flames filled the sky, stirring the clouds and mists of the Buck Cliff and dissipated with a bang.
Chapter completed!