Chapter 410; The Counter-Fighting Martial God, Unparalleled [Five Thousand Words]

Author: My demon chooses Li Bai

Chapter 410; The Counter-Fighting Martial God, Unparalleled [Five Thousand Words]

[Name: Fang Ping]

[Cultivation: Divine Power Martial Saint (Two Supreme Divine Power Seeds)]

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (unparalleled in the world 88%), Body Building Technique (unparalleled 87%), Furnace Nurturing Technique (unparalleled in the world)]

[Visualization point: 1322 points]

Since he condensed the seeds of yin and yang magical powers, the two health-preserving skills of Turtle Breath Breathing Technique and Body Strengthening Technique have been shelved by Fang Ping until today, and he has almost never studied them. On the one hand, he has limited energy, and on the other hand,

The upper limit of the two health-preserving skills is too low. After reaching the unparalleled state, it will take a long time to achieve major improvement and transformation.

"I have plenty of time now, so I will do two things next. The first is to carve the "Da Luo Divine Pattern" in my body and cultivate the "Da Luo Zhen Guan Fei Yuan Wonderful Technique" as soon as possible. The second step is to transform this "Xuanwu Transformation" into the martial arts true

In fact, I can directly practice this Xuanwu transformation...

But the Turtle Breath Breathing Technique has become the foundation of my martial arts so far. Even if this Xuanwu Transformation is the supreme magical skill created by the Great Emperor of Mountains and Seas, so what if the health-preserving skills tap the potential of the human body and sublimate the origin of life, which is what I want to achieve.

The Huanghuang Avenue, which is the pinnacle of martial arts, and other methods are like side schools to me. I can take their essence, but I cannot stray into them."

Think of this.

Fang Ping was intently observing the basaltic beasts floating in the wild ocean ahead.

The huge, boundless, land-like basalt mythical beast was essentially transformed by a drop of basalt essence and blood. After being materialized, it became what it looked like in life, and its charm and appearance were as profound as wood.

Generally, turtles live longer and have harder shells, but this Xuanwu is an innate divine beast, a creature with the most powerful defense in the world, and its lifespan is endless.

Roar!

The clouds were gloomy, the sky was dim, and the earth was dark. The basalt beasts in the ocean raised their heads and let out long roars, like divine dragons, tigers and leopards, shaking the heavens and the earth, tearing open countless ravines and cracks in the boundless wild ocean.

The calm sea surface suddenly became rough, with lightning and thunder, and the huge waves were more than 10,000 meters high. Such a terrifying momentum made even Fang Ping feel a sense of awe from the bottom of his heart.

The thunder and lightning struck down were of various colors, including gold, purple, black, and cyan.

Each one was destroying all things, as if it could kill the giant of the Martial God, but those thousands of extremely powerful lightnings, which contained the rolling power of heaven, struck one after another outside the turtle shell of the Xuanwu beast, leaving not a single point behind.

Fang Ping, who condensed the seeds of yin and yang magical power in every scar, keenly and clearly sensed:

When the tortoise shell of this basalt divine beast was bombarded by external forces, thousands of innate symbols transformed and flowed, and the destructive power of the lightning bolts was eliminated. That was...the power of yin and yang.

"Xuanwu controls the changes of yin and yang."

"The seeds of the yin and yang magical power are also condensed by me combining the two health-preserving exercises of Turtle Breath Breathing Technique and Strengthening Body Kung Fu into one. In other words, this Xuanwu Transformation can not only be integrated into Turtle Breath Breathing Technique,

It can also eliminate the unnecessary and retain the essential, and integrate it into the body-building exercises.”

Fang Ping couldn't help but laugh heartily.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and he had a thorough soul-searching understanding of the power and charm possessed by the Xuanwu beast.

The soul returned to his body, and Fang Ping opened his eyes.

When he entered the Mountain and Sea Zhentian Monument to observe the power and charm of the Xuanwu Divine Beast, Tantai Qingluo also absorbed all the remaining source energy in the source vein in front of him, and his cultivation level improved.

There is no communication.

Fang Ping's eyes were fixed on the Shanhaitianzhen Monument.

It is shaped like a bronze and iron-cast mountain-sea-holding stele, covered with rust. The characters and symbols engraved on the outside of the stele are as complicated and mysterious as a heavenly book, but Fang Ping can understand that they are the meaning of the "Xuanwu Transformation".

content.

"The Black Emperor of the North, the abode of the Seven Gods, begins with fighting, governs wind and rain, regulates yin and yang, and leads to longevity..."

After a few days, Fang Ping roughly understood this technique and thought to himself: "It is indeed a technique created by the Emperor of Mountains and Seas who traveled to 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 of my understanding.”

Weird.

There was quite a bit of movement coming from the outside world.

In the midst of the wind and snow, more than a dozen figures wearing black robes with evil auras rode the wind and mist, piercing the sky and landing in the sky above Dongfang City. One of them raised his hand and pressed down without any explanation.

Palm, the evil sword light condensed by the power of supernatural powers and the vitality of heaven and earth, left a crack more than a hundred feet long in the city below.

Dust flew up, the earth shook, and the mountains shook. An entire street was razed to the ground, and hundreds of people were involved in it, becoming the dead souls of the sword.

Still immersed in the sadness caused by the murder of his wife and daughter, Dongfang Ye, who had been feeling confused and melancholy in recent times, walked out of the door and saw that his face was pale. Thirteen figures were undoubtedly magical martial saints. From there,

Judging from the identical costumes, you can guess that these are the magical martial saints of the Evil King Pavilion.

It's too late, it's too late.

The thirteen magical martial saints from the Evil King Pavilion immediately targeted Dongfang Ye.

The aura of the magical martial saint is as conspicuous as a torch in the dark night in Dongfang City, where most of the people are ordinary people.

Whoosh!

Thirteen Martial Saints from the Evil King Pavilion flew into the sky above where Dongfang Ye was. The leading Martial Saint with magical power took off his hood, and his face was covered with strange black lines.

As long as they are the magical martial saints of the Evil King Pavilion, they must take the Evil King Fruit and form a curse mark in their bodies. The strange black lines crawling on the outside of the skin are caused by the curse mark after taking the Evil King Fruit.

"I, the Martial Saint of the Evil King's Pavilion, dare to kill such a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die. Where is the man in black who is fighting with you?"

The Martial Saint of the Evil King Pavilion took off his hood, his voice was fierce, and he scolded him ferociously.

Cold sweat broke out on Dongfang Ye's forehead. Fang Ping was refining the source veins deep underground at the foot of the mountain, but he had no idea of ​​​​Seller Ping. Moreover, even if he said it, it was impossible for these evil king pavilion martial saints to be released.

Passing by him, thinking of his dead wife and daughter, he suddenly gained courage, straightened his spine and replied: "They are gone."

"Gone? Where did you go? Let me tell you, we are here today to kill someone. You can't run away, and neither can that person. If you don't want to die in an ugly way, just tell the truth honestly!"

The Martial Saint of the Evil King's Pavilion suppressed Dongfang Ye with great momentum, and silently displayed a secret technique that could shake people's will and make them lose their consciousness.

Dongfang Ye, who was oppressed by the evil king's pavilion's momentum, was dizzy and his spiritual platform was covered in dust, and he was almost about to tell where Fang Ping was.

Just as he was about to lose his support, a hand stretched out from behind and landed on Dongfang Ye's shoulder.

Dongfangye turned around and said, "Brother Fang, why are you... coming out? They..."

"I heard everything, please step aside first." Fang Ping looked calm, but he was also a little surprised in his heart. This Evil King Pavilion has some eyes and hands, and he came to the door so quickly. It seemed that he had killed several people.

The story of Mingxie Wangge Martial Saint is clear.

In this way, even if he leaves quietly, there will always be a day when the Evil King Pavilion comes to visit him.

Instead of doing this, it is better to speak clearly.

Looking at the thirteen evil king's pavilion martial saints in the sky 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 going to fight with words or with force?"

There was silence.

From the moment the thirteen magical martial saints from the Evil King Pavilion saw Fang Ping appear, they felt as if a butcher's knife was hanging from their necks and a white blade was attached to their bodies.

At this critical moment.

The void is wrinkled, like the surface of a lake blown by wind.

The man who walked out was about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples. There were no strange black lines on his face, and there was no terrifying Qi flowing around his body. When he saw this man, Fang Ping was shocked and blurted out: "Dharma Prime Martial God...

…”

"Oh? You can actually tell at a glance that the master of this palace is the Martial God of Dharma. He is really not an ordinary person." The man stood with his hands behind his hands, looking down at Fang Ping with a sinister look, and said: "Let me introduce myself. Qiu Nantian, the master of this palace, is evil.

Master 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 killed a few magical martial saints, and then directly came to seek revenge from a magic warrior god. He shouldn't have sent a group of magical powers first.

The Martial Saint came to kill people, and finally sent out the Dharma-like Martial God who was a whole realm higher than him?

"There is something. I can dispatch a Dharma-like Martial God at will. This Evil King's Pavilion is much scarier than I thought."

"We are down here in Ping. We have no family or sect. The master of Hall Laoqiu has personally stepped in." Fang Ping bowed his hand politely.

The Qiu Palace Master's brows revealed unhidden appreciation. Facing a giant martial artist, he could still talk and laugh happily, and he was able to handle both the light and the heavy. This kind of mentality is rarely seen in the world.

One wave comes after another.

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

This man has a handsome appearance and wears a black crown. There is a filthy and dark demonic energy gathering behind him, as if he is pregnant with some kind of demon.

"This is the Master Qin of the Evil King's Pavilion, who is here with me." Master Qiu faintly revealed the man's identity.

Fang Ping:???

As for that?

This is how much you look down on someone else.

"Two Dharma-Xiang Martial Gods..."

"...Haha, this is the first time in my life that Fang is so valued."
To be continued...