Chapter 371 Shanyin Ghost Country

Endless starry sky, Beidou Tiangong.

"What is the devil's golden body? What is the magic power of the King of Tibet to support the divine change?

Wang Chan stood on a high mountain, surrounded by more than a dozen people holding thick and towering giant trees. The grass below was full of flowers. Suddenly, a "pop" sounded, and a red shadow separated the grass and rushed up on the flat ground. The fire flashed, pulling out a red line in the sky, which was as fast as lightning. Wang Chan narrowed his eyes and reached forward. The white light on his five fingertips flashed into one piece, sneered, and swirled into the sky more than ten feet away, twisting the red shadow into pieces.

Drips of blood fell to the ground, and there was another thorn. The bluestone on the ground suddenly emitted a large smoke, which was pungent and smelly. It turned out that it was a "fire red practice" in the heavenly palace for many years, which was shocked by Wang Chan and ran out.

Yuan Tu's ancestor sat on the cliff beside him, silently, his eyes were slightly closed, and only two eyebrows were slightly pry. He didn't know what he was thinking. Hearing Wang Chan's question, he saw Wang Chan raise his hand and use the Taiyin A Tu Yuan sword, like an arm's finger, which was abnormally smooth, and he immediately opened his eyes.

"It can already refine the power of Taiyin and turn it into sword spirit. It's good, and the progress is very fast. In this way, it won't take long for you to start refining the missing double hooks!"

"After all, it is still a little less. If you want to practice, you have to practice the sword spirit of A Tu to move away from the body, from virtual to the point of reality. The foundation is unstable, but I'm not in a hurry. At that time, I would rather spend time refining the remaining Huangquan yuan gods of Tianwu's family one by one. In mention the surge in mana, I can also re-sacrifice my Liquan gun and integrate which Jiuyou Huangquan Magic Sutra into it. Poking someone with a gun is faster than a flying sword.

As Wang Chan spoke, he operated the restraining method in the divine method of Taiyin, and confirmed each other with his five elements of change boxing: "I have to teach you the magic power. It's less than three days before I can understand the magic of the magic. The magic power has not been achieved. If you want to practice the sword, it will take at least a year and a half."

The pair of missing double hooks in Tianwu's hand was originally the treasure of the ancient immortals. Later, it was taken away by Taiyimen. With Wang Zen's ability, if you want to integrate the Taibai sword pills between the two lungs into it and completely refine it, even if you are taught by the ancestors of Yuantu, you will not be able to practice successfully in three or five years. And this is still his magic power and mystery. He can use the power of the endless stars between the sun. If others are changed, even if their cultivation is higher than him, this pair of magic weapons will take decades.

"You can see it clearly. In a word, I will pass on you, and everything will be in you after that. You can do whatever you want. It has nothing to do with me. Yuan Tu's ancestor did not move on his knees. He completely let Wang Chan's thoughts and did not say anything. His school only talks about the Tianxin Avenue, and there are not many red tapes in other sects. Anyway, as long as the Taoism is passed on, everything else doesn't matter. Everything depends on personal will.

Now it is after the Double Ninth Festival, and the season on the earth has entered the late autumn, but the Beidou Heavenly Palace in the depths of the starry sky is not very different from the four seasons. In response to the change of the celestial phenomena, it is all based on the thought of the Yuan Tu ancestor, and there are countless stars in all directions. The stars shine in all the world all the time, and then it is innumerable prohibition in the heavenly palace. The magic array is absorbed one by one, either stored, or differentiated, or continuously penetrated into the bottom of the earth layer, making the whole heavenly palace invincible.

Wang Chan** wears the upper body, and the skin on his body has changed from the original metal-cold and hard color to a faint white light. His muscles are strong and well-proportioned, and the holes around him are more faintly shining like stars, casually. With one breath, his breath was as far as three or five hundred feet away, absorbing the long air and air, swallowing the purest vitality accumulated in the heavenly palace for countless years into his abdomen, which also made his whole body, his skin was clear, and there seemed to be a roaring river between his flesh and bones.

One move at a time, he showed a set of five elements of magic fists. Although Wang Chan's movements were surprisingly slow, his hands and feet moved inch by inch, but every change showed a special surname, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the five elements changed, and the water came to the canal, complemented each other.

With the slow drive of his hands, feet, waist and body, on the top of the mountain, he suddenly transformed into five thick essences, white, black, red and black, swaggering in the air. With a slight shaking, he stirred up the heaven and earth qi within hundreds of feet into a chaos. Obviously, it was in these days that he kept understanding the change of his magic power. Boxing also has great gains.

It's been a long time since he came to this world. Now Wang Chan has inherited the Beidou Heavenly Palace. Under the guidance of Yuan Tu's ancestors, he also understands a lot of things. Although this era is no longer the era of Yuan Tu's ancestors, the hatred continues endlessly from generation to generation. With the birth of Yuan Tu's ancestors, many things have been changed invisibly.

A earth-shaking war is slowly and fiercely brewing.

In this case, Wang Chan's power is obviously extremely small. Although his appearance is a variable, it is obviously impossible to change in a short time by the flashing of a butterfly's wings to cause a storm that swept the whole world.

Wang Chan is determined to seek the way. If it is not necessary, the last thing he wants is to cause trouble and delay his boxing practice. However, at this time, it is different to say that immortals and demons coexist in this world, and the complex form is a mess. However, the concept of Yuan Tu's ancestor is to be higher than that of heaven and earth, and always have to stand at the peak of this world. Go up, overlooking all sentient beings. As a descendant of this sect, no matter how unwilling Wang Chan is, he must bear all the causes and effects of the Yuan Tu ancestor said in the past, and accept all unpredictable hostility and hatred.

This is a world of the law of the jungle. The law of survival is far more cruel than that of the earth. In such an environment, as long as it is a human being, no one can be alone. Therefore, from the moment Wang Chan decided to accept the inheritance of Yuan Tu's ancestors, he was already very open-sighted. Practicing the truth and enlightenment is not to practice boxing to nourish energy. What everyone strives for is a wisp of vitality under the road. Thousands of troops and horses cross the single-plank bridge. Any danger and hardships experienced in it are just a tool to sharpen themselves.

Since you can't avoid it, you have to face it.

In Wang Chan's heart, his only opponent is life and death. Nowadays, everything he has experienced is just a game. As long as he sees through it, he will naturally have no fear.

Unscrupulous, lawless, decisive, brave and diligent, don't ask about the world. Whether it is good or evil, only by completely abandoning the existence of the last feeling in the heart can we recognize the original heart, the shape of the outside, and natural.

Only such a heart surname is the heart surname that conforms to the Tao.

"Wow!" Wang Chan moved his hands and put up the shelf of the turtle and snake plate. One hand was twisted like a spiritual snake, soft as boneless, and the other hand was below, but like a turtle floating water. One point left and right, the countless starlight between heaven and earth suddenly floated up, and the turbid one fell, as if the yin and yang first opened. Hundreds of feet away, the void was far away, and the weight was pressed lightly pressed on a tree. Above the huge ancient tree.

Suddenly, the flowers flashed, and waves faintly came from the depths of the void, like the tide of the sea. Then they surged up, and a thick tree with dozens of people was uprooted and rolled up in the air. The heavy black light passed by. In an instant, it was already broken into powder, drifting with the tide and falling like snow.

In recent days, Wang Chan has begun to refine his skin muscles and bones, and use it on the Taiyin swordsmanship. Although it can't be compared with flying sword magic weapons such as the lack of double hooks, the sword, the sword spirit of the sword is condensed, and the condensed. He can compete with the seven-kill blood knife that he has been practicing for a long time, but the practice time is too short to fly out of his hand, killing thousands of miles away like a flying sword.

Especially Taiyin poking magic, surnamed Ming Shuangxiu, is particularly important for the quenching of the internal organs in his body. After several drills, he has been called a lot of tenacious, and his whole body is full of essence, and his true vitality is more and more powerful. From the surface to the inside, he was reborn in his set of five-eline magic punches, and now there has been a great change. As soon as it was displayed, the essence of the five elements reached the remaining, manifested the divine light, and then evolved all kinds of magical powers. In terms of power alone, it was more than ten times more powerful than before he came to the Beidou Heavenly Palace.

In the heavenly palace of Yuan Tu's ancestor, there are countless medicine pens, among which there are many elixirs, which are rare in the world. Although Wang Chan does not eat meat every day, there are several elixirs in one day, all of which are great tonic for him, which is of great benefit to Wang Chan's cultivation. Now the yuan god is condensed and full of mana. Previously, he had no choice but to do it in the wolf Juxu Mountain. Many hidden dangers and hidden injuries buried in the body have also healed one by one. The inside and outside of the body have no time to penetrate, and are warmed by his mana.

"There is a Shanyin ghost country in the north of Yinshan Mountain, which inherits the ancient way of the devil. The golden body of the devil is the largest secret method of this ghost ancestral court. With the shen of the swimmordial spirit, it is transformed into the emperor of the ten halls of the devil. There is supreme power. The nine demon scriptures transformed by the yellow spring in your hand is also a vein of magic power passed down by the devil in those years. Correspondingly, it is the great wish of the secret blessing of the overturned temple on the Yinshan Mountain, and it is also the transformation of the original god into the earth. It is said that it can universalize the ten directions, surpass all outer ways, subdue all gods and demons, and can evolve a hundred kinds of magical powers of Buddhism in the world.

Yuan Tu's ancestor closed his eyebrows again, but did not hide Wang Chan's questions at all. In a few words, he made it clear that the Dharma of Yan Mo's golden body and the great wish to hold the divine change. "In ancient times, there was no difference between the three worlds. There was a long-standing resentment between the Yan Demon Taoist and the King of Dizang. Therefore, since the past dynasties, these two factions have been the same. On the Yin Mountain, they attack each other and fight endlessly, but there is also a sea of nose blood in it. Over time, it has become a three-legged momentum.

(to be continued)