Immortal Emperor

Chapter 280 Fuxi disaster, Zhou Tianzang's life and death

An Bochen looked at the starry sky outside the window, with a wry smile on his face, and his mood sank to the bottom of the valley.

Fengshui, fire and thunder gushed out from the lower Dantian and operated in the meridians of the week. In the past, it only took a moment to run a week, but now most of the column incense time has passed, but it has not even been completed.

The small Zhoutian was destroyed and derivered into the big Zhoutian. Not only did the image in the fairy mansion change from mountains and rivers to domes, but the length of the meridians also changed. After passing through more meridians and acupuncture points, the Zhoutian has become more and more broad, and unlike the previous expansion of the meridians, it is no longer the expansion between rivers, lakes and seas, but directly expanding into a dome. The great change can be imagined. The meridians on Sunday have become wide, which can be regarded as a good thing for practitioners, but there is a premise that the vitality in the body also needs to increase. Not only has An Bochen's four vitality not increased, but also because of serious injury, it is not as good as before. Even the original vitality can't form a cycle in today's Zhoutian, let alone the present.

The current situation is like four streams of three feet wide flowing in a hundred feet wide river, and it will take an unpredictable time to form a cycle, let alone the whole river.

If you want to use vitality continuously, you must form a cycle in the Zhoutian meridians, and to break through the realm, you need to fill the Zhoutian meridians.

Other monks promote the expansion of the meridians and collaterals with vitality. An Bochen did the opposite. The unexpected expansion of Zhou Tian's meridians again and again forced him to constantly practice the four potentials to gather vitality to catch up, so as to form a cycle in the Zhoutian meridians, and even full.

It's okay in the past few times. An Bochen can re-form a cycle in the expanded meridians after a moment or two of meditation, but this time...

"That is to say, from now on... At least before the formation of the cycle, I have a heavenly cultivation and can't use it continuously?"

An Bochen touched his nose and said to himself helplessly.

He knew that it would not be so smooth this time. He not only rescued Hong Fu and returned to Yuanjing Village, but also regained his cultivation and opened up the big Sunday in his body. Sure enough, everything has to pay a price. The price for An Bochen to get through this disaster safely is that even if he recovers from his injury, he will not be able to take action in full bloom for a long time.

"This won't work."

An Bochen shook his head. He didn't know what was going on outside now, but from what he saw and heard before he fell into a coma, it could never be peaceful. An Bochen didn't want to get involved in those senseless fights, but he knew that many things often came to him by himself. It seemed that from a long time ago, there had been an invisible atmosphere over Da Kuang, which tied him to this chaotic world.

Walking out of bed, An Bochen put on a single coat and stood in front of the window, looking at the night at the end of spring and thinking hard.

Even if you live in seclusion in the countryside at the moment, there is no way to protect yourself in this troubled world. After all, it won't work.

The injury heals quickly. I don't know how long it will take to form a cycle on Sunday. It's not that the meridians on Sunday are much wider than before, but that the extended basin is one hundred times larger than before. In addition to restoring the repair cycle as soon as possible, An Bochen also needs to prepare for a rainy day.

Flying dragons, chariots and warships?

Shaking his head, An Bochen withdrew his eyes from his empty wrist.

Although it is a magic weapon and its power cannot be underestimated, it was used too frequently before, and it is known all over the world that it can no longer be used as a means to save lives.

Thunderstorm?

An Bochen's heart moved, his eyes were shining, and his palms were spread out.

When he was young, a touch of thunder came out of his palm, and then the feng shui and fire rose and danced in the palm of An Bochen's hand.

Although it can sacrifice the four powers and distribute them out of the body, it needs to be brewed four or five moments, including the thunder force. Although the four or five moments are short, it is enough for the opponent to kill you four or five times in the ever-changing fighting.

In the past, An Bochen's instant purple thunder was hidden in the soul body because of the thunder force, which was not restricted by the circulation of Zhou Tian's meridians. Today's expansion of Zhou Tian, An Bochen had to put the thunder hidden in the soul body into Zhou Tian, just like handing over the thunder beads to the water god in the fairy house, so that the four forces can combine to form a cycle as soon as possible. Once a cycle is formed, An Bochen can bring the thunder back to the soul body, and then it can be instantaneous.

"Thunderpower doesn't work either. The vortex does not exist, and the secret art can't be used. It can't form a cycle, and the two lines of water and fire can't last for a long time... Is it possible that you have to stab your opponent in the future, and then escape for a long time and go back to fight?

He sighed secretly and looked out of the window at the night. An Bochen's eyes bloomed with gorgeous brilliance, and the four spirits rose, but it was not until this time that the four momentum of feng shui fire and thunder had completed a week.

The four potentials turned vitality into vitality, and the vitality gathered into strength. When the power returned to An Bochen's body, An Bochen only felt as if he had been reborn. Compared with before, it seemed to be a different person. But An Bochen knew that the huge force of nearly 9,000 pounds between his arms could only be exerted once, but after using it, he had to wait until the four forces of feng shui, fire and thunder before he could have new power.

The strength is concentrated in his arms, and An Bochen's mood is complicated.

A column of incense is needed on a Sunday, that is to say, An Bochen can only take action once in a column of incense, but Taoist skills are burdened with the constraints of Taoism, which is not funny.

"There is a way... If I divide this 9,000 catties of power into 90 parts, and I only use a hundred catties each time, I can also consume the time of a column of incense. But a hundred catties of strength is only enough to bully ordinary soldiers, and even the fire monks can't deal with..."

An Bochen muttered to himself, frowning and thinking about how to solve it.

After so many ups and downs, An Bochen will not think that he can avoid fighting if he lives in seclusion in Yuanjing Village. Only when there is a struggle in the world is in line with the way of separation in the world. Moreover, judging from the tone before Hongfu left during the day, she seemed to have begun to prepare to deal with Emperor Kuang, but she was worried about An Bochen's injury and did not say in detail. An Bochen didn't want to make him a burden in the end, and was protected by Simajin.

A trace of decisiveness floated between his eyebrows. An Bochen suddenly shook his wrist, pinched his five fingers, and grabbed a spiral gas column, causing the air in the room to fluctuate.

Just as An Bochen was about to divide the spiral gas column into 90 parts, he suddenly felt that his arm was light and his body swayed left and right, but he was powerless in the future and could not continue to grasp the spiral gas column.

His face was unwilling, and An Bochen breathed evenly and waited silently.

Another column of incense time. The four trends have passed through a week, which is slightly longer than before, and it is still far from forming a week cycle.

The four potentials are transformed into vitality, and the vitality is concentrated in the arms. This time, Anbo dust turns his finger into a gun, which points in the void and does not gather into a spiral column, but directly extracts cyclones from the air. Ninety cyclones, each of which contains a hundred pounds of power, can turn into nothing in a blink of an eye and disappear, but An Bochen is exhausted again.

"It's wrong. It shouldn't be a force together, but a force of a hundred catties."

Shaking his head, An Bochen took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and waited for the next Sunday to be perfect.

The night is long. An Bochen, who has been sleeping for more than a month, does not plan to continue to sleep. Relying on the poplar window lattice, with the soft moonlight, An Bochen scrutinizes the method of chemical power. In the days when the cycle of the week has not been completed, if An Bochen encounters an enemy, he should have two choices. One is to gather all the Zhoutian to make a blow, but there is only one chance. The other is to turn the huge force of 9,000 catties into a continuous force like fine water. Although there are only a hundred catties, it is inexhaustible.

The young man practices Taoism at night, and the moon shines on the shabby room.

The four forces flowed, and the cyclone was like a gun. I don't know how many weeks it has been running and how much power it has returned. When the sky gradually appeared, An Bochen was already sweating profusely.

His wrist shook slightly, and An Bochen's index finger popped out gently in the virtual space. Without much effort, he pulled out a cyclone. He swam between An Bochen's five fingers like a small gun, receiving and sending and receiving freely. After using a cyclone, he can continue to create a new cyclone.

However, no matter how good the cyclone is, it only has the power of a hundred catties. The power of a hundred catties to the cyclone may kill the fire monks and hurt the earth monks. However, there is no threat to the strong man with heavenly cultivation is like a wooden stick slingshot.

"How can we maximize the power of this cyclone?"

Looking at the dark stars, An Bochen looked thoughtful.

On that day, the tiger generals, such as Dian Kui and Wang Yue, all had the ability of four or two thousand catties. Although Dian Kui's power is infinite, he is very good at using a little power to stir up heavy air and brew momentum. And Wang Yue gave full play to his sword skills. He splitting out an ordinary sword and disintegrated An Bochen's spiral gas column like a cow, which can be said to be shocking.

Dian Kui is born with evil stars. Wang Yue has been immersed in kendo for many years. It is not surprising that the two of them can have such a means. An Bochen's practice is still short, and he can't do it like this.

Playing with the cyclone flying at his fingertips, An Bochen quietly looked at the sky that was about to rise in the day, and his eyebrows flew obliquely to his temples, but at this moment, he faintly saw something.

The three worms in the fairy mansion almost subverted the Zhoutian in An Bochen's body, which is enough to show that the insignificant power can affect the general trend as long as it hits the key point. If Dian Kui and Wang Yue can do it, why can't An Bochen do it? If he doesn't learn it, An Bochen can also use his own method to achieve it.

The day will be born, and the night will retreat. Zhou Tianxingchen appeared on the day for the last time. An Bochen stared quietly. His eyes were closed and opened, but he saw another picture scroll. The qi is like the meridians, and the stars are like acupuncture points. At this moment, 365 main stars turned into the main acupuncture points on the twelve meridians, which appeared in the eyes of An Bochen.

Alternate day and night, the sound of "Dang", like the sound of an ancient bell, brings An Bochen into the fetal breath.

There is a week outside, which is for the sky and earth, and there is a week inside, which is for the meridians of the week. The two sides are thousands of miles away from each other, separated by An Bochen's skin, but they are mutually reinforcing each other.

Zhou Tian takes Qi as the vein and the stars as the acupuncture point. If the stars are destroyed, the Zhou Tian will also be covered. Whether it is the Zhou Tian outside the body or the Zhou Tian in the body, it is the same truth. The three hundred and sixty-five main acupoints of Zhou Tian are secretly combined with the three hundred and sixty-five main stars of Zhou Tian. However, among these three hundred and sixty-five acupoints, thirty-six acupoints are the most serious, and one of them is lifeless.

An Bochen sat cross-legged, and his body was as light as nothing. It gradually floated in mid-air. It was located three feet above the bed. He looked at his ears, nose and nose and mouth, and quietly wrote down the thirty-six life and death caves...