Demon God

Xiao Han killed the dead wood lord, got his storage ring, confessed his blood by dripping into the spirit, probed into it, and examined it carefully.

Xiao Han thought, this Venerable Deadwood was the gatekeeper of a small gate, and his wealth was probably in this storage ring. This time I'm making a fortune!

Unexpectedly, spiritual power entered the storage ring of His Holiness, and Xiao Han only ‘see’ a two-foot-square space.

You must know that Huarong's storage ring contains five square feet of space, and the storage ring of His Holiness withered Wood is less than half of the internal space!

"The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes ... the poor ... the quality of the storage ring is so low ..." Xiao Han laughed abruptly.

The next moment, Xiao Han carefully counted the things in this storage ring.

I saw, in the storage ring, a black cloak, an old bark, a bamboo slip, and a dead wood pile. The dead wood stump was dead, exuding a sense of decay and decay, the bark folds were dim, and the mood was extremely bleak.

In addition, it is more than a thousand Zhenwu coins.

I have nothing else.

呃 "Um ... this dead wood is too poor and stunned ..." Xiao Han was speechless for a while.

Removed the bamboo slip easily.

Through the shimmering light in the cave, Xiao Han saw the bamboo slips filled with densely printed small prints.

I read it a little, and it turns out that this bamboo slip records the situation about the 'dead wooden door'.

The dead wood door is indeed a small gate in the beacon empire. It has been passed down for about 2,000 years, but it still has a small population with only a few hundred disciples.

The grandfather who founded the withered wooden door is a true spirit, but it is only a short-lived one. Among the juniors, there is no real state of mind. The past masters, at best, are changing the blood. Moreover, as a small gate in the rivers and lakes, resources are scarce, and even if the blood exchange environment is reached, there is not enough information to impact the true atmosphere.

枯 This dead wood door is not to say decline, but it is also a little-known ancestral door. It is almost like an ant in front of a behemoth like Yunyuzong.

Put the bamboo slip back into the storage ring, and Xiao Han took out the old bark again.

one look…

"Tale of Dead Wood"

Turned out to be a secret of martial arts!

"Oh? This is interesting." Xiao Han was interested and studied the old bark with interest.

On this "Dead Tree Treasure Record", only two tricks are recorded.

Withered palm ... This trick is practiced, and there are wooden annual rings on the palm, and the artistic conception is vicissitudes. With a spit of strength, all things wither and decay. The meridians in the palm of the hand died. In addition, the middle palm is bark-like, and the folds are staggered, making medicine difficult to treat.

Tochigi dragon pile ... The whole body strength has evolved into a cylindrical wood pile, which has the power to pull mountains and fill water, sweeping thousands of troops, and the power is amazing. Moreover, this move has a strong mood of Xiao Se, with dead leaves drifting, the autumn winds killing, and chaos.

In addition, in order to practice the two tricks described in the "Dead Tree Treasure Records", one has to visualize a piece of dead wood that has been handed down from generation to generation.

In fact, Xiao Han not only saw the use of the dead wood palm but also the wooden dragon pile, but he also endured these two strokes.

Objective evaluation, these two tricks are still very powerful. It's just that His Holiness has no practice and strength, so he has not been able to really use the essence of these two tricks.

Amazingly, a flash of light flashed through Xiao Han's mind ... "My **** boxing fist must be used as a hole card and a secret skill at the bottom of the box, so it cannot be used easily. Then ... I have to repair another martial art ... This dead wood treasure record, why don't I practice Something? "

With this in mind, Xiao Han was eager to move.

"Okay! Withered Treasure Records, I will practice immediately!"

Xiao Han made the decision easily.

First of all, Xiao Han will record the 'dead palm' and 'wood dragon pile' recorded on the old tree bark. These two strokes of the line of practice, exerting skills, and repeated reading a few times, do it in the chest, the back.

Immediately, Xiao Han was taking out the dead wood pile that seemed to be about to die.

枯 This dead wood post has been around for a long time, and it is not clear from which tree it was cut. Seemingly plain and lifeless, however, it brought a deep mood to Xiao Han.

"To practice the two techniques of martial arts on the Deadwood Treasure Record, you must visualize the stumps and eat the charm. In fact, this is also a kind of 'potential' in martial arts."

Xiao Han sat cross-legged, put the dead wood stake on his knees, and watched his nose, his nose, and his heart. As the old monk settled in, the mind was empty, and the power of the soul diffused out. Mysterious state.

寒 Xiao Han has a wealth of experience in understanding the 'potential'.

After all, he realized the general trend of the emperor in the emperor's fist.

There are three thousand roads on the same road.

Any method of martial arts and realizing power is actually the same.

In fact, there is a trace to be aware of the 'potential' contained in this stump. After all, this stump is a real thing, and it is really in front of Xiao Han. It's much easier to understand than to be illusory.

The dead wood door has always been the master of the gate, and it is not always a natural wizard, even some of them are mediocre, but they can always hold the dead wood pile and realize the potential contained in it.

Click on the map, anyone will.

Xiao Xiaohan had a closer look, and soon the spirit formed a mysterious connection with the dead wood.

I do n’t know if it is because Xiao Han has realized the trend of the heavens that is more difficult to understand, or that Xiao Han is a traverser, and the power of soul is inherently stronger than ordinary people.

Only in half an hour, Xiao Han has tasted the endless Xiao Se withering mood from this dead wood!

The rime wind was tight, the redness and decay were reduced everywhere, the mountains were covered with micro clouds, and the air looked back, and the smoke was flowing. Outside the setting sun, there are many jackdaws, and the water flows around the isolated village. Silent autumn leaves fall, Xiao Xiaobei is cold and windy, and the path is long and lonely.

Xiao Heran, Xiao Han raised his right palm, his palm was slightly woody texture, split it with one palm, the autumn wind swept, the residual leaves were Xiao Xiao.

I closed my palm. Split your palm again; close your palm and split your palm again.

Every time he releases his palm, the artistic conception in Xiao Han's palms fades.

Cultivation has no years.

Xiao Han completely forgot about time, he has been repeating the movements of closing palms and splitting palms, and has no idea to repeat it hundreds or thousands of times.

Later, Xiao Han's palm appeared in the palm of his heart, and his palm was hollowed, and the bark folds appeared in the air.

Uh ...

寒 Xiao Han held his hands in an imaginary hug, his energy surging, forming a section of wooden stakes, covered with old bark, mottled, antique.

Between the waves, the stakes burst into the air, and wherever they passed, they withered on all sides and withered in all directions.

Uh ...

"Hoo ~~~" Xiao Han exhaled, "I have been awake and practiced for two days and two nights. The two strokes recorded in the Deadwood Treasure Records, Deadwood Palms and Wooden Dragon Pillars, I have become small. From time to time Imagine the dead wood, and the time will become deeper and deeper. "

Xiao Xiaohan smiled with satisfaction.

Heiran!

"what?!"

When thinking about this dead wood stake, Xiao Han's spiritual power is closely linked to it. After two days and two nights of hard work, his spiritual power is getting closer and closer to the dead wood pillar.

However, at this moment, Xiao Han found that his mental power had penetrated into the dead wood pile unknowingly, and found that there was another mystery inside the dead wood pile!

"Is there a hidden mystery?" Xiao Han was heartbroken, he hesitated a little, split his right palm, and even split the dead wood!

In a blast, a rush of greenness emerged from the decaying and decaying dead wood! Xiao Han took a closer look and found a green bud inside the dead wood pile!

Endless vitality, permeated from this green bud!

The whole cave shows the mood of spring blossoms and all things reviving!

"Broken and standing, dead wood in spring!"

A majestic thought, such as the morning bell and twilight, resounded in Xiao Han's mind.

Xiao Han's tremor!

"Boom!"

Xiao Han split it with one palm, and the palm appeared with wooden texture, annual rings, tree bark, and residual leaves in the air. Xiao Xiao was cold and cold. However, the artistic conception suddenly changed, and there was no place to live, and the greenness was vertical and horizontal, as if the dead wood encountered spring and was revived!

"boom!"

爆 A popping sound in the air!

"Ha ha ha ha ha! I understand! I finally understand! This is the true meaning of the dead tree treasure record! The dead tree treasure record, its mood is not decay at all, but rebirth! In the moment when the old tree springs, a terrible erupt Vitality and strength! This is the essence of the Deadwood Treasure Record! Practice is wrong! All the masters of the ancestors of the dead wood door have been all wrong! Reality! It turned out that they didn't find the real secrets of the Deadwood Treasure Record, and they all went astray! Hahahaha! "

At this moment, Xiao Han's thoughts were clear, his heart was extremely happy, and he even shouted.

Secret, hidden in the middle of this dead wood, you must destroy the dead wood and break it up!

However, this is the treasure passed down by the ancestor of the dead wood door. Which one dare to damage it? It's too late to worship! damage? That is blasphemy! Don't even think about it!

It ’s no wonder they could n’t find the hidden secret in it!

哦 "Oh? Yunyuzong kid, you are hiding here, come out and die!" Just then, a light voice like the emperor sounded outside the cave.

Ji He is indeed the voice of Shangguanyi.

The cave hidden by Xiao Han is located behind a waterfall. The sound of the water is turbulent and roaring like thunder. That Shangguanyi can make such a bland sound pass through the waterfall and send it into the cave clearly.

"Hey ~~~" Xiao Han twitched his mouth, showing a weird smile, his eyes bloomed with murderousness. He threw the mutilated dead wood pile into the storage ring, and strode out of the hole immediately.

Xiao Han leapt forward, tearing the waterfall and falling to the ground.

At this moment, the sun is shining, the birds in the mountains are chanting, and the water is trickling.

On the left side of Xiao Han's standing, on a raised rock, stood a small man. He looked at Xiao Han quietly, and his eyes flashed out like fierce and violent wolves and leopards, in his body Inside, there was even a howling wolf coming out. This man is extremely cruel, and it is the Qishan jackal on the rivers and lakes that talks about the change of tigers.

"The kid's heart is left to me," Qishan jackal licked his tongue and licked his lower lip, staring at Xiao Han's heart, swallowing saliva again and again.

To the right of Xiao Han, a giant man like an iron tower, scars crisscrossed his face, and his energy evolved into a sea of ​​blood on his head, full of bones and murderous.

Ju Han embraced with both hands, fangs. "Boy, kneel down and make your own decision, so you can avoid the pain before you die."

Xiao Han is right in front.

Shangguan Yi wore a golden robe, wearing a jade crown, a brocade belt, soft leather boots, a talented watch, and unrestrained. With both hands empty, the sword swallowed in his eyes, killing nothing. He chased Xiao Han for a few days and nights. At this moment, his body was still clean, dust-free, raised his hands and feet, all of which were distinguished and commanding.

Behind Shangguanyi, four beautiful and charming young girls with spring looks and tender feelings like water, each holding a sword, Huqin, Dongxiao, and Guzheng.

"His Royal Highness, finally found this minion." The girl holding the sword brought the hilt to Shangguanyi, "Have His Royal Highness kill this person."

"Kill him without using a sword." Shangguan Yi coldly proudly. "He's not worth it."

"Hey ~~" Xiao Han is not afraid, Xiao Han is not afraid, his spirits are rising day by day, his eyes narrowed slightly. "This Funiu Mountain has wonderful scenery, beautiful scenery, and smoky waves, but ... at this moment, a group of dogs are barking and barking here. It is really burning the cranes and boiling the cranes, and the scenery is great."

"What? What are you talking about?" Shangguanyi changed suddenly.

"I said you are all dogs!" Xiao Han snapped. "Want to kill me? Heads-up or group-headed? Heads-up is my little one and I will kill you one-on-one;

"Presumptuous! Dare to die, dare to talk hard? I interrupt your bones first, I see how hard you talk!" The scar-faced giant standing on the right side of Xiao Han ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with a rage His body flickered and he grabbed it. His right palm was split, his palm was blood red, and his energy was condensed into a blood tank-sized blood fingerprint. Instantly, the wind was rumbling, and the cuckoo of the cuckoo crying ape passed out. dismal!

"Bloodshade fingerprints!"

Xiao Han's body is like a stone like a wood, he doesn't move, his right palm is lifted, the palm leaves wither, and the annual rings appear, "Dead palm!"

"boom!"

寒 Xiao Han and Scarface faced the giant man with one palm. However, when Xiao Han spit out the dead palm, in the dead and withering, the vitality erupted suddenly, the mood changed abruptly, and the dead wood was in spring!

"噗!"

The blood-stained handprints of the scabbard-faced giant fell apart and broke apart instantly!

The next moment, Xiao Han gave another palm, and in the middle of the scar-faced giant man's chest, he flew out horizontally. The chest placket was cracked, and a palm-folded palm print appeared. Immediately ...

"boom!"

的 The explosive force of the dead wood in the spring exploded inside the scar-faced giant. His whole bones were broken, Qiqiao bleed, and he fell to the ground with convulsions.

"You are just a waste, and you dare to growl in front of Xiao Ye!" Xiao Han looked at the scar-faced giant man lying on the floor constantly, spitting blood like an ant. Xiao Han said, now that I am only in the middle of refining the dirty, I can easily defeat such famous rivers and lakes without using Tianzi Shenquan and the palm of the demon emperor. If I reach the peak of refining the dirty and double my strength, then what? ?

Yi Han's arrogance rose from Xiao Han's body. He looked at Guan Yi and Qishan Jackal and whispered softly. "You two are also waste."