Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The killing monk dropped the tattered copper bowl and sat cross-legged in the backyard.

This place is quite quiet, there are no idle people and so on, which is suitable for him to teach martial arts.

"The method of horizontal training is by no means as simple as invulnerability to external skills and hard skills.

Only being beaten, unable to hurt others, what kind of skill?

Huangjue Temple's King Kong is not bad, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna in Xuankong Temple is the two most powerful horizontal training in the world.

One is to cultivate the mind and control the spirit, so that the eight winds remain unmoved and cannot be broken by external forces.

One is to subdue his power, and his qi and blood have been tempered a thousand times. "

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, and what he saw was a sea of ​​ghosts and flames.

The sound of killing monks was like thunder, and it came into my ears.

He seemed to be pulled into another world.

Everything you see is illusory.

"This is……"

Looking at the sea of ​​raging flames in all directions, and the shrieking ghosts in it, Ji Yuan was slightly surprised.

"The inner scene of the soul of the real sea of ​​​​qi? Or the outer scene of the master's manifestation?"

The Emperor's Dao map within the Sea of ​​Consciousness can suppress all kinds of invading spiritual powers.

But there was no response at this time, which is enough to prove that the killing monk did not perform any illusion.

Just a little thought and you can guess.

This is the interior scene, or the exterior scene, condensed by the will of martial arts.

Unexpectedly, the old monk is usually not visible, but he really has some powerful means.

Ji Yuan's thoughts drifted, and then he heard heavy and powerful words falling from the top of his head.

"The Sutra of the King of Fudo Mountain, written by Lao Na, was created by the second generation of patriarchs.

Walking is the path of seeking perfection at the same time, using meditation to cultivate dragon and elephant prajna. "

The drooping eyelids of the killing monk lifted up, and the skinny and shriveled body seemed to be inflated.

The hunched waist is slightly straight, and the sound of fine iron rubbing vibrates, no longer the previous state of decay.

"That patriarch himself is a genius, with a strong and sturdy physique.

Moreover, all dharmas are understood, and the mind is like a bright mirror, reflecting the essence of various martial arts.

In the end, only half a step away, you can step into the realm of supernatural powers.

Pick the fruit of the Tao, detach from the body, and see it for a long time.

It is precisely because of this that the threshold for this practice is extremely high, and the younger generation can only look at the ocean and sigh.

There have always been very few people who have been able to get started and mastered. "

It turned out that the rank of the grandfather was too high.

As a result, the disciples and grandchildren could not keep up.

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Think again.

Ribs and ribs?

Dragon Elephant Powerful?

Isn't this a horizontal training method tailored for me?

No wonder the slaughtering monk was determined to accept me as a disciple.

Among them, there should also be a desire to find a successor for this "Fujian King Sutra".

"Master, to tell you the truth, after the hard practice of the golden bell and the iron cloth shirt,

I think I also have the potential to become a cross-training wizard! "

Ji Yuan stood in the world formed by the copper bowl and held his head high.

"Good apprentice, you can subdue dragons and tigers in the second realm of Tongmai, and the circulation of qi and blood is not leaking. It is indeed rare in the world.

That's why the old man decided to teach you the "Sutra of the King of the Fudo Mountain".

Looking at the world today, there will be no one more suitable for this martial arts than you. "

The killing monk nodded lightly, as if agreeing.

At this time, he swept away the shriveled and thin body, and he was as mighty as an Arhat.

The thick blue-black tendons above both arms were like a serpent entangling, and a large air stream collapsed between the bounces.

Intense qi and blood penetrated the skin, and suddenly a viscous red light several meters high appeared.

It looks like a huge oven, standing in the backyard.

Unfortunately, no one saw this scene.

After showing a few parts of the Dharmakaya, the killing monk tightly held the tattered copper bowl.

Close your eyes and concentrate, stimulate your true qi.

It was like opening the gate to release the flood, and the majestic blood was poured into it, giving off a terrifying atmosphere of the scouring and slapping of the big river.

"It seems to be getting hot..."

Ji Yuan felt something was wrong.

The monk who killed the living said that he wanted to pass on his martial arts.

But why cover yourself with a copper bowl?

Could it be...

As his thoughts flashed, the sea of ​​fire around him suddenly skyrocketed.

It seemed that dozens of tanks of black oil had been poured into it, causing the sky to burn.

A thick tongue of fire can't wait to lick it.

Rolling heat hit his face, forcing a lot of sweat.

At the same time, the voice of the killing monk also entered the ears from the outside world.

"Qiu tendons and ribs can subdue dragons and tigers, control the dragon's roaring iron cloth shirt, and the tiger's roaring golden bell cover.

But if you want to complete the "Sutra of the King of the Mountains of the Unmoving", it is not enough.

First, to cultivate the mind, one needs to go through great suffering.

After killing all my thoughts, I just got started.

An endure is as unmoving as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret treasure!

Carefully ponder these fourteen characters to see if you are savvy enough to pass the threshold! "

Ji Yuan's face shuddered.

Dare you become the monkey grandson in Laojun's alchemy furnace?

Use real fire to practice!

as predicted!

The killing monk's voice just fell.

A raging fire wave rose into the sky, turbulent, and rushed towards Ji Yuan's foothold.

Chi Chi!

A tongue of fire touched the body, tearing off a piece of flesh in an instant.

Even if it is a physique with ribs and ribs, it can't stop it.

The whole person seems to be soaked in boiling water, the heat is pervasive and penetrates into the pores of the body.

The intense stimulation made Ji Yuan frown.

"This is not an ordinary flame... The killing monk is urging his true qi!

It is equivalent to a master of the four realms with a real qi sea, constantly refining me with the majestic blood energy!

Boiled by such a terrifying fire, Shentie and Meteorite would not be able to withstand it!

It's no wonder that after so long, no one has mastered the "Sutra of the King of Fudo Mountain"! "

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Ji Yuan's eyes, and after knowing the enormity of that sea of ​​fire, he immediately started to practice the horizontal training method.

The blood is full of vitality, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring!

Abruptly stretched open and rushed through the sea of ​​​​fire!

Like a golden bell bodyguard.

The sound of tiger roaring and thunder shook the limbs and bones.

With the support from inside and outside.

Temporarily safe and sound.

"I'm only in the second realm of penetrating veins, and I won't be able to last long if I compete with killing monks for savings.

An endure is as unmoving as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret treasure... The old monk turned his true qi into true fire, not to kill me, but to temper his heart. "

Ji Yuan chewed on these fourteen words, pondering the deep meaning.

As the sea of ​​​​fire raged violently, the golden bell was shattered and almost shattered.

"That second-generation patriarch, not only has a strong physique, but also has amazing comprehension. He is a genius...

Therefore, the martial arts created are equally mysterious and obscure.

Leaving only the unbearable, quiet and deep, as the secret of the heart. "

The killing monk closed his eyes and said lightly.

Only the younger generation can truly appreciate the essence and grasp their hearts in order to practice the cultivation techniques of the "Fujian King Sutra".

Otherwise, sooner or later, it will go crazy, and it will be difficult to have a happy ending.

Ji Yuan's body is ribbed and ribbed, and the dragon and elephant are strong, so his physique is naturally no problem.

But I don't know how aptitude is?

Is it possible to practice the "Sutra of the King of Fudo Mountain"?

Still in between.

"Amazing comprehension? Talent from the sky?

It turns out that I can do it too! "

Ji Yuan's eyes lit up, as if suddenly.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he first activated the [Burning Marrow] fate and entered a state of epiphany.

Then the right eye floated with glaucoma, and the [Devastation] fate was blessed in the heart.

After doing all this, Ji Yuan closed his eyes.

Let the hot real fire wash away repeatedly, the tall and straight body remains motionless.

Layers of flesh were scalded and peeled. This kind of torment like falling into purgatory should make people go crazy, howl, and even cry for mercy.

However, Ji Yuan relied on the fate of [Destruction] to kill all the thoughts in his heart.

All the pain was wiped away.

As if the breeze was blowing his face, it couldn't shake his mind at all.

The horned dragon-like tendons, the blood bones of the two ribs locked in a deadlock, endure the constant stream of real fire refining.

Small impurities that are usually extremely difficult to find are excreted little by little.

The flesh and blood became purer and more condensed.

Limbs and limbs.

The inner air was surging wildly.

Fifth Qi.

Then gradually intertwined and formed.

call!

Suck!

Ji Yuan felt nothing.

He relied on the [Burning Marrow] fate.

Over and over again, he recited the fourteen words handed down by the second-generation ancestors.

When it is recited for the ninety-ninth time.

"Boom" sound.

The scalp seemed to explode violently.

The world is vast in an instant!

Hundreds and thousands of dragon and snake characters emerged spontaneously.

They seemed to come alive and rushed into Ji Yuan's heart.

If you look closely, it looks like a statue of Arhat, which contains different true meanings.

Sitting or lying down, laughing or angry, evolved into various postures.

"Amitabha! Seriously...have you practiced? Are you getting started?"

Seeing this scene, the killing monk with the bowl in his right hand widened his eyes.

His face trembled uncontrollably, as if he was full of surprises, and it was difficult to calm down.

He couldn't believe that the unique technique of horizontal training, which was difficult for the ancestors of all dynasties to comprehend, could be learned so easily.

"Among tens of millions and millions, it is hard to find one person.

Amitabha, it must have been God's mercy that allowed Lao Na to meet Kuro in Tianjing City. "

The killing monk's eyes were deep, and he looked up at the direction of the imperial city.

"Meng Xuanji, this old ghost is used to calculating, he and Lao Na are robbing an apprentice, maybe he is hiding some crooked thoughts.

But Lao Na is not a mud bodhisattva who eats vegetarian food. He really went out of his way to knock down your Sheji Building. "