When someone reminded him, someone would act. Every human monk was excited and soared into the sky. He specifically picked the fallen angels on both sides and tried to arrest them and question them. He could not find out what secrets he had.
Although Fang Chong was also very curious, he was facing the four-winged Fallen Angel. And now the army of white bones is getting closer and closer. He didn't have time to grab a four-winged Fallen Angel to ask where he came from. He could only kill him. Let's clean up the fallen angel.
"Human. You're dead." The four-winged Fallen Angel stared at Fang Chong. The pitch-black wings sang and disappeared into the air with a sneer.
The next moment, the four-winged Fallen Angel had arrived in front of Fang Zhong. The wings stabbed him like sharp arrows, surrounding him.
"It's just right." Fang Chong smiled, without hiding at all. His whole body was as energetic as a dragon. His powerful body shone with dazzling light in this one like a cast steel.
"Single..."
Wings pierced, and sparks burst out from Fang Chong's body, but not even half of his hair was injured.
The four-winged Fallen Angels were shocked. Their Fallen Angels were gifted with extraordinary talents and were very different from human monks. Not only did they have many special skills, but their physical strength was also very terrifying. They were far from comparable to ordinary human monks.
However, even their bodies dare not easily shake their sharpest wings. This is undoubtedly seeking death.
Fang Chong had moved when the four-winged Fallen Angel was shocked. His body was like a divine dragon. In an instant, he arrived in front of the four-winged Fallen Angel. His fist was shining with a flashing light and his left hand was like steel pliers. He grabbed the four-winged Fallen Angel with one hand. Only wings.
"Give it to me." Fang Chongda shouted. He used his hands and the huge force fell like a mountain. He tore the wings of the four-winged Fallen Angel apart.
He grabbed the neck of the four-winged fallen angel with one hand and grabbed a wing that was still dripping blood with the other hand. At this moment, Fang Chong was like a demon from hell. His murderous aura surged, which made the people watching the battle frown. Some The person was even more shocked.
Such divine power is really scary. The fallen angel is not something that ordinary people can do.
The Fallen Angel with a broken wing was roaring in pain. The wing was the source of his strength. His strength also dropped to a level after a broken wing.
As one goes up and down, he is no match for Fang Chong. Fang Chong grabbed his neck with one hand and slapped his wings randomly. He has no demeanor. He looks like someone is being grabbed by someone and is waiting to be killed. chick.
"puff."
Fang Chong's arm was pressed and he suddenly broke the neck of the four-winged Fallen Angel. The body of the four-winged Fallen Angel stiffened and squinted on his arm. The wings were as dark as ink. The broken mouth was still flowing ticking. In blood, but dead.
He threw away the four-winged Fallen Angel. Fang Chong simply stopped hiding it.
He had a bronze ancient tripod on his head, and his hands held a seven-story pagoda. The sun-shooting bow was suspended in front of him. His eyes were like lightning and swept across the middle of a group of spectators.
The person who was swept by his eyes felt a chill in his heart. He subconsciously looked away and did not dare to look at him.
"Hmph. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. I want to take my treasure. I will make you regret it." Fang Zhong sneered in his heart. He didn't talk nonsense with these people. He turned around and killed the army of white bones. The endless white bones were all over the place. It has spread.
He entered the army of white bones. Fang Chong pulled the sun-shooting bow and opened the full moon. He shot hundreds of arrows in a row.
Then he put away the sun-shooting bow and held the seven-story pagoda with his hands. The seven-story pagoda, like a mountain and a mountain, kept falling down. It rumbling and crushed the bone army, like a bulldozer. Cui Lu was decisive. It's like entering a state of no one.
After all, the seventh-layer pagoda is a treasure. The seventh-layer door is opened at the same time. A terrible suction force suddenly spread out. One by one, the bone creatures were absorbed in. Suppressed in the seventh-layer pagoda. What awaits them is the fate of being refined. .
The ancient bronze tripod passed by and faced two huge moans.
The moa is very strong. Under the bombardment of the bronze ancient tripod, it did not turn into pieces. Instead, it was constantly counterattacking, trying to overwhelm the bronze ancient tripod.
But they are destined to be futile. The bronze ancient tripod is a divine object. How could they do anything? Circles of golden light spread from the bronze ancient tripod. It was very scary. It was only a matter of time to kill two moans. .
"There are bronze ancient tripods and seven-story pagodas. They should be able to block the white bone army for a period of time." Fang Zhong said in his heart. With his strength and the narrowness of the cave, there is also the assistance of others. It is no problem to block the white bone army for a period of time.
This period of time is enough. Dao Chong and others can completely deal with their opponents. By then, the Bone Army will no longer have the Fallen Angels and will only control them. They will be vulnerable at all. They will not be able to do anything to them.
Fang Zhong was not worried much after this. He simply let the seventh-story pagoda and the bronze ancient cauldron fight against the enemy. His figure flashed and rushed into the bones.
This time he did not use any magical arts or various holy objects. He just relied on his physical body to rush around and exerted his physical arts to the limit.
"Bang."
"Click..."
The bones kept falling down. Even the bones were still at a disadvantage when they were close to Fang Chong.
Unparalleled physical skills, showing amazing destructive power. Once Fang Chong touches any white bone, it will be difficult to get up. Almost all of them have become pieces of bone stubble. Even huge white bone creatures like water and mountains No exception. The two were broken up by Fang Du, and even the complete bones could not be found.
The army of white bones is really right. It’s endless.
Fang Chong advanced in the army of white bones, like a drill bit, moving forward firmly. No matter how many white bones there were in front of him, he could not stop him.
Gradually, he could no longer feel the existence of bones. In his eyes, he was only himself, only his physical skills. Every move and every move came clearly in his heart. All kinds of advantages and disadvantages were clearly visible. He felt that Very wonderful.
He didn't know that he had entered a magical realm. In this realm, he was no longer him. But physical skills.
In his heart, only physical skills are clear. Every move and every move is gradually changing. He is getting closer to himself and closer to the way of heaven. Physical skills are no longer physical skills. But almost The existence of Tao.
This is the same magic.
The magic is the same. There is no difference between physical art and divine art. The magic art is the evolution of the way of heaven. The magic art can also evolve into the charm of the way of heaven.
At this moment, Fang Zhong is using physical skills to understand the way of heaven. He is constantly modifying his physical skills to further sublimate his physical skills and become an almost Taoist existence. This is very beneficial to him. It is not only possible. Improving one's own cultivation is also a kind of enlightenment. Your own realm can also make rapid progress in this realm.
"Huh. What is that."
Finally, someone noticed his and shouted in surprise: "I seem to see someone. It's him. The guy who killed the four-winged birdman in the realm of the air is too perverted. Isn't it? He said that he had actually entered the army of white bones."
"Tsk tsk. So many bone creatures. He actually rushed in."
"It seems that he has not used magical skills. I can't feel the breath of magical skills. It seems to be a fighting skill. I have seen it among mortals. It is called martial arts. Those mortals are the kind of practices. Things. But their strength is very weak. Why is it so perverted when it comes to this guy?"
"You are sure that he is not using divine arts. It is the kind of thing called martial arts."
"Certainly. I have seen those mortals use it with my own eyes. But what they use is very different from what this guy uses." The man looked serious and said, "If the martial arts used by those people are toys, then this guy uses it. The martial arts are a killing weapon. They are supreme magic.”
"It's really that awesome."
"You haven't seen it already? You use the realm of the air to kill the four-winged birdman. You can ride alone and cross the white bone army... It's really amazing. Such a magic is really against the sky .I want to learn this kind of martial arts.”
"I'll go too..."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd. Many people were surprised.
Of course, Fang Chong didn't know all this. He was just immersed in his own way. If he knew that his unintentional actions even set off a wave of martial arts learning, he would definitely be very embarrassed. This was purely accidental. accidental... ..
Magic is originally one. When practicing Taoism, is there any difference between magic and magic?
This sentence echoed repeatedly in Fang Chong's mind, making him feel enlightened and felt like he was suddenly enlightened.
What is magical art? What is physical art? Aren’t it all Tao?
I practice my Tao. Whether it is magical arts or physical arts, it is my own Tao. All the three thousand great ways can be understood. Why do you have to stick to magical arts and physical arts? Why do you care about what form it is? Everything is It is the evolution of Tao. Everything can become orthodox.
At this moment, his mind was unprecedentedly ethereal and realm rose up in an instant.
The fifth level of Yukong, the sixth level of Yukong, the seventh level of Yukong... It was not until the ninth level of Yukong that the genius stopped.
Going further up is the realm of Nirvana. This is a heavenly being that requires insight and opportunity. It is not so easy to break through.
While climbing to the realm, the starlight in the sky also drooped, condensed a dazzling column of light, penetrated the sky and time and space, and fell on Fang Chong's body. All the power of the star was pouring into his body .
Once your own realm is improved, your own cultivation will also improve.
The vast power of stars surged in and poured into the body, giving Fang Chong an urge to roar to the sky. The rolling energy surged and surging. It swelled in the meridians and bones of the body, and flowed all the way to the dantian before calming down. A dazzling miniature stars appear, arranged with the original seven stars.
One, two...
As the number of micro stars increases, Fang Chong's body is also experiencing this transformation. His cultivation continues to rise. He quietly breaks through the third level of Yukong and the fourth level of Yukong. It is not until the peak of Yukong and the sixth level of Yukong. It began to calm down gradually.