Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The killing monk gently picked up the tattered copper bowl that was upside down on the ground.

With a screeching sound, it was as if the clouds had vanished, and the Great Yue Sea of ​​Bitterness had all collapsed.

Ji Yuan was almost exhausted, gasping for breath, and staggered out of the strange illusion that resembled a cave.

The whole person was sweating like pulp, blood was rolling, and the body was red, like a boiled lobster.

As the 18,000 pores all over his body opened and closed, he exhaled and inhaled, setting off a viscous airflow.

With a chirp, it was as if the lid of a stove was lifted, and a large plume of white smoke steamed up, emitting scalding heat.

"Master, I have already climbed Mount Sumeru a thousand feet.

Dare to ask, such a speed of diligence,

Can you rank among the successors who practiced the "Fujian King Sutra" in all dynasties? "

Ji Yuan asked with a grin.

Every time he finished climbing Mount Sumeru, the muscles, bones and membranes in his body seemed to be torn apart.

No pain, no pain.

Especially, with the constant urging of inner breath.

Qi and blood rolled away and rushed through the limbs and bones, and there would also be a feeling of tingling.

It was like the molting of snakes and worms in the wicked mountains and forests, and they suffered very much.

"Good apprentice, from ancient times to the present, Qi and Blood Martial Dao is a mountain higher than a mountain.

When it comes to understanding of martial arts and martial arts, the younger generation is far superior to the predecessor and cannot be compared.

Moreover, the practice of a divine art often requires a warrior's life-long efforts to comprehend the essence and essence.

Not the sooner the better, the key is to integrate and use it for your own use. "

The skinny face of the slaughtering monk shook, and he talked about him.

The palm holding the copper bowl, however, flexed its two fingers without showing any traces in reply.

After all, monks cannot lie.

This is the only insistence of many old monks who have broken precepts and who are monks.

"Master is right, it's me who took the picture."

Ji Yuan thought to himself that the killing monk said it so euphemistically, presumably to take care of his own face.

"It is also true that Huangjue Temple is one of the three sects, and it ranks among the six true traditions, with Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats.

Furthermore, the hidden pulse is a single person, entrusted with the mantle and mantle, and the requirements are extremely strict.

The root of my talent today is nothing more than ten Qi meridians, and my understanding of martial arts is amazing.

At best, it can only be rampant in the three-layered world of exchange blood. You should guard against arrogance and impatience, and don't underestimate the martial arts heroes in the world. "

After roughly reflecting for a moment, Ji Yuan regained some strength.

When his breathing calmed down, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground with five hearts facing the sky.

With the help of Jiuqiao Stone Man, he used his powers silently to carefully understand the dragon and snake characters entrenched in his heart.

"so far so good."

Seeing that Ji Yuan did not ask any further questions, the killing monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I tell him bluntly, let Kuro know that his talent in horizontal training is amazing,

If you only lose to the second-generation patriarch, you will inevitably feel proud and complacent. "

The thin and shriveled old monk smiled slightly, and looked at Ji Yuan, who was strong and powerful, and felt quite satisfied.

According to the Sutra of the King of the Unmoved Mountain, mountain climbing is also a practice.

Every time he moved up an inch, his muscles, bones, and flesh would be subjected to great torture.

Just like iron blocks are forged into fine steel, they must be beaten hard to squeeze impurities.

Only after walking over 84,000 zhang can you fully understand the essence of the true Buddha of the Mountain King.

"There are two hundred and eight bones in the human body, and you have to train every one of them so that you can spend your energy and ensure that you are not injured.

Convinced of the external practice, the skin and muscles have only been exercised superficially.

At best, when the move is made, the muscles must be strong and the skin is stretched to resist the move, which is not powerful.

But the bone quenching of the triple heaven of blood exchange is different.

As the saying goes, blood comes from the bone marrow. If you want to break through the shackles of the mortal body, you must change the blood to refine the bones, cut the hair and wash the marrow!

Until "blood is like mercury, pulp is like frost", the initial transformation will be completed.

Instead, he began to cast his body, and pursued the path of the gods and gods. "

The killing monk's voice was like a bell, condensed into a line, and he taught the Dao in a eloquent manner.

"It turns out that the purpose of tempering the muscles and bones is to stimulate hematopoiesis, reborn, and cross the extraordinary barrier!"

Ji Yuan's mind was still, and he opened his mouth to swallow two Qi condensing pills.

The internal organs are like grinding discs, and the dripping iron balls are crushed with a gentle twist.

The strong medicinal power exploded with a bang, rushing towards the limbs and bones.

The flesh and blood that had been dried up was like a long drought and rain, and it was greatly nourished.

The exhausted inner breath was filled, and ten clanging golden energy veins were slowly injected.

Clap la la, the large air currents merged into thick white waves, making a scouring sound.

It seems that the funnel is rolling, spinning rapidly, sweeping the entire inner courtyard.

"The fourth exchange of blood... as expected."

The killing monk witnessed this scene, and his eyes were like an ancient well, and he was not surprised.

The ten qi meridians, which are rare in the world, are enough to allow Ji Yuan to flow unimpeded in the Third Heaven of Exchange Blood.

Coupled with the hard work of climbing Mount Sumeru, the muscles and bones are tempered, and the walk is more stable.

"It's a pity, the great medicine of Huangjue Temple, 'Jin Daigo', can best nourish flesh and blood.

Compared with the Great Dan, which is like a fierce tiger, it is even better.

It's just that the old man has not yet collected the medicinal materials and boiled it successfully.

Otherwise, before the festival,

It should be able to let Kuro complete the fifth and sixth blood exchange, and truly gain a firm foothold in Sanchongtian. "

The skinny and shriveled old monk's eyelids drooped, and he couldn't help but look regretful.

He originally wanted to find Meng Xuanji "for some alms", but this old ghost has a cunning temperament and the ability to predict.

A stupid horse was sent to guard the door, and he was always reluctant to show up.

No matter how bad the killing monk is, he is also the master of Buddhism, the first hidden vein of Huangjue Temple.

How is it possible to have a small belly, and specifically to care about a monster?

On the contrary, he is very magnanimous and has no revenge at all.

Seeing that the sapphire lion was a little silly, he specially used a punch.

He tapped it three times with the copper bowl, and asked "Whether it's enlightened".

It wasn't until the blue jade lion's eyes filled with tears that he gave up.

"Using the mount you raised to prevent disasters, Meng Xuanji's shamelessness has not changed at all after decades."

Killing monks recited the Buddha's name, thinking about where to seek alms, and seeking those thousand-year-old precious medicinal materials.

With his Buddhist master, the realm and status of the first hidden vein of Huangjue Temple, he only needs to show his identity.

There are many people who treat it as a guest and are willing to run for it.

only……

"If you don't work, you are already lazy, and you are empty-handed and begging for food, which is even more unbearable.

If you go to drive the common people, sit back and enjoy the success, how different from the disciples and grandchildren of Tianmo Bo Xun! ? "

The killing monk shook his head and thought so.

Although he does not keep the precepts in this line, he often drinks and eats meat.

The surface looks like a fake monk, but the essence is an ascetic monk.

Don't wear fancy clothes, don't ride on ox-horse carriages.

Drink a bowl of water and recite the sutra.

Eat a bowl of vegetarian rice, and give people peace in their homes.

At the beginning, Pei Tu of Beizhen Fusi had no intention to provoke evil spirits, so he was safe and sound.

It is precisely because of giving away a bowl of vegetarian rice that a good relationship is formed, in exchange for a drop of blood from the Buddhist master.

"After thinking about it, the only way is to find a fortune-teller and let him do another hexagram to see if there is any fortune in the near future."

The killing monk put away the troubles in his heart, and his cloudy eyes fell on Ji Yuan again.

That strong and lively intense blood light, like a spout of fine ray, instantly shone through the entire spacious yard.

The skinny and shriveled old monk raised his eyelids.

He could clearly see that Ji Yuan's body was radiant and radiant.

The muscles and bones under the skin are like plate armor, which has been melted into one, and firmly protects the internal organs.

The tendons were thick and long, and they bounced up and down, like a horned dragon coiling around.

"Only the horned tendons and ribs can subdue the dragon and elephant!

If it wasn't for Meng Xuanji's deliberately cut-off Hu and using despicable methods, Jiulang should have entered our Huangjue Temple!

With this mantle, He Chou's hidden veins can't be returned to the Xianzong! "

The killing monk seemed to be getting more angry the more he thought about it, so he couldn't help but think of anger,

"Next time I go to Qintian Prison and see that jade lion, I must knock it a few more times!"

call! Suck!

I don't know how long it took, the majestic blood qi slowly fell back, and the pure inner breath was collected in the qi channel.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, and his body bounced up, as if entering some mysterious state.

The nine orifices stone people in the sea of ​​​​consciousness poured a lot of insights into it.

"I'm the real martial arts genius!"

Ji Yuan slowly digested it and accepted it in its entirety, pushing Dacheng's Sanyin Slaughtering Sword to the level of perfection.

Chi Chi Chi, the Qi channel that accommodates the cold inner breath.

Suddenly it vibrated, releasing a strong blue light.

The original large group of icy cold suffocation seemed to be transformed into small threads, which quickly condensed and formed.

Ji Yuan took it with his mind, then circled his arms and slightly bowed his body.

Taking two steps apart, the force penetrated the lower body, as if stepping on a mountain, and like holding a huge cauldron.

At the same time, the qi, blood, and internal breath of the limbs and bones were expelled with all their strength.

At the Zhoutian Dojo, there were ripples of air, and it opened three feet in front of him.

I saw the unparalleled mountain character seal, which was in harmony with the cold and evil spirit of the Sanyin Slaughtering Demon Saber.

It seems that water and fire are helping each other, and it is a wonder of evolution!

Clap la la, the cold is like a tide, rolling and running, like a wide river.

It contains surging black water, which is about to sweep the world and sweep all things.

It is full of chills, coldness, and bitterness.

"Hey, this is... the Sanyin Slaughtering Demon Saber of Xuantian Rising Dragon Dao?

However, after Kuro's practice, it seems to be different. "

The killing monk's eyes lit up slightly, as if he was interested.

His judgmental vision for the martial arts of the world can be said to be high-level.

When you are convinced, open your veins, these two realms.

The strength of qi and blood is divided into five grades, namely dragon, elephant, tiger, ox and horse.

Like dragging nine bulls backwards, fighting a dragon, or throwing an elephant with one hand, they are often described as tyrannical.

However, after stepping into the triple heaven of exchange blood.

Because the flesh is strong and bones are strong, the Qi pulse is condensed.

The viscous and hot blood is combined with the rich and pure inner breath.

It is like dripping mercury-mercury paste, which naturally penetrates the skin and condenses the vision.

Among them, there are high and low points.

The lower ones are birds and beasts, the middle ones are mountains and rivers, and the upper ones are heaven, earth, sun and moon.

"This vision created by Jiulang is somewhat inclusive and has the meaning of tolerance.

He even thought of incorporating all the martial arts he had learned into it.

It is not easy to take the essence of others and become one's own martial arts. "

The killing monk's eyes showed a look of approval.

Learn from the best of hundreds of schools.

This is easy to say, but difficult to do.

It is an extremely test of one's vision, spirit, courage and means.

For example, the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword is the ultimate slaying technique of Xuantian Ascension to the Dragon.

After the completion, it was like the star god of the yin entered the body.

Control the suffocation, refine the profound saber, swipe vertically and horizontally, and block those who are invincible!

This kind of fierce martial arts that kills people like cutting grass, it is already extremely difficult to comprehend and master it thoroughly.

What's more, it is necessary to seize the essence and essence of it, and truly melt it into a furnace.

"I didn't expect that Jiuro is not only talented in horizontal training, but also has outstanding understanding and talent in martial arts."

A smile appeared on the shriveled face of the killing monk, and then it solidified.

Such a rare and good seedling was accepted by Meng Xuanji as a registered disciple, which was abruptly delayed.

It's a waste of money, I don't know how to cherish it!

Thinking of this, the old monk became even more angry, and immediately decided to Dao.

"From now on, every day I go out, I will go to Qintian Prison, so that I can touch the jade lion, and I will come and drink it a few times."

"It turns out that Dacheng's Sanyin Slaughtering Sword is made of silk to increase the damage.

Once the sword light hits, even if the life is hard to die, the evil spirit condensed into silk penetrates into the bone marrow, like a gangrene attached to the bone, which is difficult to eradicate.

I have already become a big seal of the mountain character, and now I have made it into a big seal of the water character, just right! "

Ji Yuan was completely unaware of the changes outside, and made the starting move of the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword.

He seems to have merged with the Nine Apertures Stone Man in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, fully accepting the profound and incomparable martial arts insights.

Within the Yin veins, the large group of evil spirits seemed to have been run over by a grinding disc and ground into strands of cold silk threads as thin as ox hair.

The icy aura was about to move, and after performing the work, it was easy to cast the Senhan Xuan Dao that took people's lives.

Ji Yuan's eyes were stern, and he waved his right arm out.

Coincidentally, it was the killing monk who was sitting cross-legged.

"You apprentice, who has mastered martial arts, actually tried the sword with the old man."

The thin and shriveled old monk smiled and didn't care.

He raised a finger and tapped it out.

This move is unremarkable, but it seems like a pillar in the sky.

There is an unshakable tyrannical aura that reaches the sky and the ground.

Chi Chi Chi, the mysterious sword Hanmang that gathered into a ball and condensed into silk.

Suddenly breaking through the air, beheading!

"The apologetics of Xuantian's Ascension to the Dragon is truly extraordinary!

Tongmai refines evil spirits, changes blood into threads, and the sea of ​​qi condenses,

The slaughter is fierce, the first layer is higher than the first layer, and it can be said to be unparalleled in the world! "

The killing monk felt a chill on his fingers, as if he was dipping into the cold water.

The azure chill suddenly shattered, causing the surface of the body to appear burnt black.

Only by turning qi and blood, can the meaning of yin and cold be eliminated.

"If this is the body of a warrior who is in the third realm of blood exchange, it will be killed immediately like being struck by lightning.

Even in the face of the masters of the four realms, there is still the power to fight.

No wonder Yang Hong, Duke of Liang, was hit with the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword.

Since then, the foundation has been damaged, and there is no possibility of impacting the great innate. "

The thin and shriveled old monk knew it in his heart.

He didn't use the outside world, and only used his physical body to feel the power of the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword.

Immediately, I felt that Xuantian's martial arts of Ascension to the Dragon was indeed commendable.

With no success, Ji Yuan did not stop there.

The ten qi channels are like a dragon swallowing clouds and spitting mist, refining a large group of evil spirits.

The surging black water hanging above his head became more and more turbulent.

"Clap!", the big waves beat, and the cold current rolled toward the killing monk who was sitting still.

The skinny old monk narrowed his eyes, and this time he stretched out his right palm, as if it were normal, and slowly passed it.

Since the black water created by the Sanyin Slaughter Sword was surging and cold to the bone, he would use his five fingers to suppress it and fill the river.

Suddenly, Ji Yuan, who was immersed in insight, seemed to see a mountain fall out of nowhere.

It seems that the five fingers are close together, turning into a peak of the sky and towering into the clouds.