Celestial being

After more than an hour, Yuan Ming looked up at the sky and stood up again.

"Master, are you still trying?" King Kong asked with a frown.

Yuan Ming didn't speak, just nodded silently. He never thought about giving up.

After that, he straightened up again, rushed straight into the sky, submerged into the clouds, and disappeared from the sight of King Kong and Huazhi.

Half an hour later, a figure burning with flames high in the sky broke through the clouds and fell down.

This time, it was King Kong who caught him.

Compared with the last time, Yuan Mingzhou suffered more serious burns all over his body, but he did not faint.

So the moment he landed, he activated the original power of the immortal tree to repair the wounds on his body. Then he swallowed the elixir and continued to regulate his breathing and recuperate.

This time, he meditated for a whole day and night. When his physical condition was adjusted to the best, he started his third attempt.

Above the nine heavens, the power of the scorching sun poured into his body. Yuan Ming frantically ran the Demonic Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique to refine it. At the same time, he mobilized the half-demon power in his body to compete with it and force it to reach a state of balance.

Therefore, after a full two hours, Yuan Ming's body was severely burned, but his flesh and blood did not burn. This also allowed him to see a chance of success.

Yuan Ming firmly believes that as long as he can survive this stage, when enough power of the sun is accumulated in his body, it will be a matter of course to break through the body of all phenomena.

However, after another hour, Yuan Ming felt that the power of the sun in his body was enough, and there were even signs of overflowing. However, the shackles leading to the body of all phenomena never loosened at all.

Finally, the power of the sun in Yuan Ming's body came back again.

This time the fire directly burned all his flesh and bones into charcoal, and his consciousness inevitably fell into a coma.

It wasn't until three days later that his body was completely repaired and he woke up again.

After Yuan Ming meditated and adjusted his breath, he planned to try again.

"Master, your injuries are extremely serious this time. You can't try forcefully again. I'm afraid you won't be able to recover so easily next time." King Kong frowned and said.

"I can feel that I am only a little bit away from breaking through." Yuan Ming shook his head and said in a hoarse voice.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, maybe you should listen to this advice. Although physical training is based on tempering the flesh and blood, it is not just that." At this time, Qiye's voice also sounded from his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Fellow Daoist Qiye, what do you mean by this?" Yuan Ming felt there was something behind his words and asked with a frown.

"I am not a pure physical practitioner, but when I was in the demon world, I also knew some rumors about the giants of the demon clan who specialized in physical cultivation. It is said that when they reach a certain stage of cultivation, they no longer purely pursue the increase of physical strength. The demon will even stop killing and practice meditation." Qiye replied.

"Could it be that you are talking about 'meaning'?" Yuan Ming was slightly surprised and asked doubtfully.

"Yes, it seems you know." Qiye said.

"I had already understood the 'artistic conception' when I broke through the orifice body." Yuan Ming frowned.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, there is probably still a long way to go between comprehending the artistic conception and truly integrating it," Qiye said with a smile.

"Are you saying that my understanding of artistic conception is not enough, so I can't break the bottleneck?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Well, actually I don't dare to guarantee that this is definitely the case. But all the powerful physical practitioners I know in the demon world are those who have a deep understanding of the artistic conception. They can integrate the understanding of the artistic conception with their own cultivation, and use it to The body nourishes the mind, and the mind strengthens the body. I think the opportunity for you to break through the body of all phenomena may lie in this." Qiye said.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming fell into silence for a long time.

Although there were many uncertainties in Qiye's words, they undoubtedly pointed him in a direction.

When he absorbed the power of the sun before, he actually sensed that his absorption of the power of the sun was qualified. The reason why he could not break through the body of all phenomena may be that the problem lies elsewhere.

Perhaps as Qiye said, he lacked the integration of "meaning".

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Qiye, for clarifying my doubts." Yuan Ming thanked him sincerely.

"You and I are both prosperous and devastated, so there is no need to be so polite." Qiye said.

After his prompting, Yuan Ming stopped flying away.

"Master, you don't want to try anymore?" King Kong asked.

"Come, come with me into the Black Wind Desert." Yuan Ming said.

"What are you going to do in the desert?" King Kong asked puzzledly.

"Help me further understand the 'meaning' of physical cultivation." After Yuan Ming said this, he grabbed King Kong's arm without any explanation and flew out with him.

Seeing this, Huazhi quickly followed.

…

A few days later, Black Wind Desert.

The wind blew up the remaining sand, and under the scorching sun, two figures stood a few miles apart, their slanting shadows blending into the long black sand.

The two were Yuan Ming and King Kong. Yuan Ming stood with his eyes closed and his hands lowered, his expression calm and calm, while King Kong stared ahead, seeming to be looking at Yuan Ming, but also looking into the vast distance.

After a while, Yuan Ming suddenly opened his eyes, looked at King Kong, and said:

"King Kong, you and I, fellow practitioners of Demon Elephant Prison Suppression Kung Fu, will have a battle today with our physical cultivation of magical powers. How about that?"

"Does the master want to understand the 'meaning' based on this?" King Kong asked.

"Not bad." Yuan Ming nodded.

"Okay." King Kong nodded without hesitation.

"You must do your best and don't hide your personal interests." Yuan Ming warned.

King Kong didn't speak any more, and in response to Yuan Ming, his body expanded rapidly and turned into the body of a giant ape in an instant.

His whole body was surrounded by streaks of black demonic energy, and his aura was even stronger than when he was in the Snake King Valley that day.

With King Kong roaring loudly, his burly body rushed towards Yuan Ming.

When Yuan Ming saw this, he grinned, activated the Demonic Elephant's Prison Suppressing Skill, and rushed towards him.

…

Half an hour later, a huge pit with a radius of several miles appeared in the desert. King Kong, who was already somewhat exhausted, lay at the bottom of the pit, letting the sand and dust flowing around him gather towards him.

Outside the sand pit, Yuan Ming was sitting cross-legged, his eyes calm, as if his gaze had penetrated the void, and he was comprehending the process of fighting King Kong just now.

King Kong's "meaning" is called "violent blood", which is an artistic conception that greatly increases combat power at the expense of burning one's own essence and blood. What it emphasizes is the determination to fight with great openness and indomitable force.

As long as the fighting spirit is stronger, the power will be stronger, and the understanding of the spirit will not require too much.

Yuan Ming's "meaning" is called "common destiny", which is an artistic conception that binds his own destiny to his opponents. There are not many opponents worthy of him using this method to deal with, so he doesn't use it much and has little understanding. Difficult to improve.

In the previous battle with King Kong, although both sides tried their best to attack, they were not fighting for their lives after all, so Yuan Ming did not use the Fist of Sharing Fist to lock himself with King Kong.

So his understanding was still far behind after all.

At this time, Huazhi came to the bottom of the pit, squatted next to King Kong, and asked: "Smelly monkey, what are you doing, master?"

"How do I know? Ask the master." King Kong said angrily.

He naturally knew that Yuan Ming wanted to understand "meaning", but a "stinky monkey" made him lose interest in sharing this matter with Huazhi. At this moment, he just wanted to regain his strength quickly.

If the master still needs it, he will accompany Yuan Ming to fight again.

However, at this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came from a distance.

King Kong suddenly noticed that the sand pit under him suddenly began to vibrate. He looked intently and saw that the sand beside him was beating slightly.

"This is... the black wind is coming!" Huazhi suddenly reacted.

The two of them quickly stood up and jumped out of the pit. They saw Yuan Ming had stood up and looked into the distance.

The two of them followed his gaze and saw that the sky that was clear just now was now covered by a large cloud, and the huge cloud was still moving towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the clouds, violent black cyclones rolled up countless sand and dust, like black demonic dragons circling up and rushing into the high-altitude clouds.

Hundreds of huge sand demon dragons advanced together, forming a huge sandstorm wall hundreds of feet high, advancing rapidly towards this side.

And on the sand in the distance, the sand dunes seemed to come alive.

Countless sand and dust rose up and ran wildly on the ground. Looking from a distance, it looked like a real stormy sea, one after another, rolling towards this side.

"Master..." Hua Zhi shouted when he saw Yuan Ming standing motionless.

Yuan Ming came back to his senses after hearing the sound, glanced at them, and then looked at the black wind and sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

Then, he raised his hand and patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, calling out Leiyu.

"I'm going to practice in this dark wind and sandstorm. You follow the thunderstorm and go to other places to hide, and then come back to find me." Yuan Ming warned.

Before they could answer, Yuan Ming had already jumped up and rushed towards the black wind and sandstorm.

As soon as his figure hit the sandstorm, he felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and a sandstorm tornado was already whirling towards him.

The "whooshing" sound of the wind carried the sand across his face.

Yuan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately took up his stance, using the Demonic Elephant's Prison Suppressing Skill, mobilizing the Demonic Elephant's fighting intent to lock onto the sandstorm tornado.

At this moment, it was as if the sandstorm tornado was not created by the power of nature, but had life, and was bound and locked with his destiny.

"Lock your life."

Yuan Ming shouted low, took a step towards the roaring black wind and sandstorm tornado, clenched his fist that had been charged for a long time, and punched out.

In an instant, there was a surge in the void, as if a demonic elephant looked up to the sky and roared. A fist hit the sand in the void, and it condensed into the head of a huge demonic elephant, and hit the sandstorm tornado.

"Boom!" a loud bang!

The sandstorm tornado hundreds of feet high shattered into pieces. Not even Yuan Ming's punch could withstand it.