In the dragon-casting liquid pool, Hu Mingxian immersed himself in the meridians of the new martial arts. However, he could not find out what went wrong, which caused the abnormal swelling in his arms.
A total of forty-two selected acupoints in both arms and the meridians connected to these acupoints are all intact, and the spiritual energy compressed in each step is also normal, and nothing special has occurred...
With the current strength of his body, Hu Mingxian is confident that his body will no longer be shattered after he exerts his full strength on the Nine Slashes of the Emperor's Immortal - One Style of Shattering Mountains and Rivers.
Compared with the Nine Slashes of Emperor Immortal, the new martial arts can only be regarded as ordinary martial arts. There is no reason why even the current physical body cannot bear it.
Although the spiritual power is not compressed further or several steps when using the Nine Slashes of the Emperor, the nine-pointed star rune in the acupuncture point in the operation route of the Nine Slashes of the Emperor has a huge increase in the spiritual power, even if It is the compressed spiritual power of the last step of the new martial arts. In front of it, it is as small as a drop in the ocean.
"Why does this happen?" Hu Mingxian muttered to himself in confusion as he frowned and stared at the operation route of the new martial arts.
It's not that Hu Mingxian never thought of asking Long Ruolan for advice. Both Long Ruolan and Long Qie were aware of his situation, but Long Qie couldn't get a word in, and Long Ruolan never mentioned it. Hu Mingxian guessed that Long Ruolan Lan probably didn't know what the reason was, so she didn't ask any more questions.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and with the efforts of one person and two beasts, the Long family's ancestral land was finally completely purified.
In the vast space, the green mountains, green waters, flowers, plants, birds and animals have all become a thing of the past. Even the blue sky and white clouds seem to no longer be so clear and translucent because they have lost their former partners, and there is a faint feeling of sadness in the air. meaning.
Looking around, Long Qie sighed softly, and after bowing deeply to the ruins of the ancient Tianguan, he took Longying Lan'er and Heiyun with him, stepped out of the space barrier, and left from the entrance where Hu Mingxian came.
After leaving the ancestral land of the Long family, Long Qie did not delay. He first rushed to the contact point for the outsiders of the Long family, and under their arrangement, drove all the way towards Kyoto.
During these three days, Hu Mingxian had been meditating on the issue of new martial arts, but he still had no clue. Shortly after Long Qie left, he finally gave up temporarily. There was not much time left, so he decided to complete the final task first. Mainly the reshaping.
However, Hu Mingxian was in trouble again. If he wanted to rebuild his head, he would have to shatter it...
This made Hu Mingxian unable to do anything for a while. Although he knew that he might not burp like this, when he thought of crushing his own head in person, he always had a feeling in his heart: "Am I crazy?" 'The thought is very torturous.
Fortunately, his thought did not last long. It seemed to be the devouring power and dragon-casting liquid in the body. Both parties were dissatisfied that Hu Mingxian had delayed it for so long. The devouring power went from the inside to the outside, and the dragon-casting liquid went from the outside to the inside, leaving Hu Mingxian unable to feel it. At the same time, the two forces shattered his head at the same time, just like a headless corpse dumped at the bottom of the lake, motionless.
At this time, Hu Mingxian seemed to have entered some mysterious artistic conception. Looking up, he saw a pale and dazzling world. It was so pale that even if he stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, he could only see a blurry shadow.
Walking in this vast world, Hu Mingxian's mood did not have much ups and downs.
He had already experienced this situation once before in Zirou's Wuxin Tea. He just walked step by step, neither fast nor slow. He just took this opportunity to think about the new martial arts.
Time passed quietly in the outside world, but in this artistic conception, Hu Mingxian could not feel the passage of time. I don’t know how long it had passed, but when he thought again to no avail, a star gradually appeared in this pale world. A golden spot of light attracted his attention.
These golden light spots are like little elves, sometimes flying around Hu Mingxian, sometimes leaning together in small groups, sometimes separately and confronting each other, as if they are arguing about something, no matter Hu Mingxian slows down or He quickened his pace, never getting close to these golden light spots.
At first, Hu Mingxian still had a trace of doubt in his heart. It was not until countless golden light spots appeared in the entire pale world, crowding the world and turning it into a golden color, that he finally realized that in these golden light spots, I felt like people were peeping at me.
If this feeling is correct, Hu Mingxian already has the answer to the origin of these golden light spots.
Long Ruolan said before that the dragon veins of the earth were transformed by the will and strength of the ancestors after their death. If there is no accident, each golden light point may represent an ancestor.
Silently thinking in his heart, Hu Mingxian bowed deeply to the golden spots in the sky. However, whenever he bent down and bowed, the golden spots on that side immediately avoided him, unwilling to be affected by him. This worship.
After trying it in all directions, he got the same result. Hu Mingxian couldn't help but smile and shake his head, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious...
As a descendant of the ancestors of all generations of China, this bow is a matter of course. There is no need for any reason to bow. But why is he unwilling to accept the last will of the ancestors of all generations? Then what kind of origin does he have?
At this moment, a golden light shot out from a golden light point directly in front of Hu Mingxian. In an instant, it penetrated the pale world and submerged into the space ring worn by Hu Mingxian in the outside world. The next moment, it actually merged into the space ring. Entering the double-layered Taoist lamp on Shuiyun's knife handle, the wick that had not been lit for a thousand years started to light up at this moment.
As if feeling something, Long Ruolan suddenly opened her eyes in the dragon energy pool. At that moment, tears burst out of her eyes, and she cried uncontrollably: "Brother Wu...Brother Wu...is that you?!"
Struggling, Long Ruolan no longer cared whether the person in front of her was a fantasy or not, and threw herself into the arms of the figure that had been lingering in her dreams for thousands of years. She just wanted to have a good cry in Wu Xuanfeng's arms, venting her thousand-year longing. , a thousand years of love.
But God always seems to leave a cruel side to people. In the end, she was unable to feel the once warm and broad embrace again. She walked straight through it. When she turned around, Long Ruolan held back her tears and smiled softly. He called out: "Brother Wu."
"Lan'er! I can see your smile again and hear your call again... Brother Wu will have no regrets in his life..." Although he knew that he could not touch the beauty in front of him, Wu Xuanfeng still caressed Long Ruolan's cheek with his illusory big hand. , smiled regretfully like he did a thousand years ago and said: "I don't have much time, that kid still needs some advice."
"Go, Brother Wu, I will find you in the next life." This time Long Ruolan smiled from the bottom of her heart, like the spring breeze blowing on her face and flowers blooming. It was unparalleled for her to be able to see her loved one again after a thousand years. Sorry.
After a thousand years of separation, we briefly reunited. Looking at each other and smiling, we expressed our longing for each other that was too late to express.
The next moment, Wu Xuanfeng's figure disappeared under the pull of the golden light.
In the pale world, looking at the majestic and powerful figure in front of him, Hu Mingxian was inexplicably shocked and said slowly: "You are Wu Xuanfeng, Senior Wu."
Although he has not come into contact with too many practitioners so far, there are only two people who have given Hu Mingxian such a feeling of oppression as vast as the sea. One of them is Zhang Haoyu's master, who forced him to use all his strength. Only the Immortal Nine Slash can rival it.
Furthermore, it is the peerless talent from thousands of years ago, Wu Xuanfeng!
Although there may be a big gap between the two people's cultivation realm, the feeling of oppression given to him is almost the same.
If there are any differences, the former is a kind of vicious and fierce oppression, like the feeling of a sharp needle piercing the eyeball; the latter gives him an oppression as thick as a mountain. It's like facing a mountain that can only be looked up at.
In addition, among the practitioners Hu Mingxian knows well, there should be one person who would give him this feeling, that is Bai Lao, but Bai Lao treated him very easy-going and did not reveal his own Qi.
"Lan'er has an arrogant personality. I would like to say thank you on her behalf. Thank you for rescuing her." Wu Xuanfeng nodded with a smile, interrupted Hu Mingxian who wanted to speak and said: "You're welcome, I have time." Not much, this time, my ancestors helped me recover a little bit of my soul, just to clear up your doubts."
Hu Mingxian was startled, and then he said happily: "Senior, is it the problem with my new martial arts?"
Wu Xuanfeng nodded and said: "After the previous battle, I believe you have gained a deep understanding of martial arts. You might as well talk about your understanding first."
Hu Mingxian frowned slightly and said: "Although it is not as good as the Nine Slashes of the Emperor Immortal, I still feel that the new martial arts, whether it is the compression of spiritual power or the final use, is extremely domineering and fierce..."
These two points are what Hu Mingxian has the deepest understanding of. The new martial arts can be divided into eight swords. Each sword compresses the spiritual power based on the previous step. The two are blended together. This is already very domineering. Without the energy of chaos, Helping each other will not succeed no matter what.
The compressed spiritual power was slashed out in the form of a slash, and its sharpness was self-evident.
After a pause, Hu Mingxian said in confusion: "My current physical body should be fully able to bear it, why..."
Wu Xuanfeng smiled and said: "All the problems are based on the 'sword intention'. Your martial arts is all about the domineering sword, but you have not understood the domineering sword intention. Any kind of sword path must be corresponding." Of course, it does not mean that only the corresponding sword intention can activate the corresponding sword move."
"Knife intention?"
His eyebrows were furrowed. This was not the first time Hu Mingxian had heard this word. Ju Jianxu had also said before that if he could understand the meaning of the sword, he might be able to kill him with one sword.
However, when he heard this word again at this moment, Hu Mingxian always felt that there was a lingering feeling in his mind that he was about to get a glimpse of the truth, but it was so foggy that he couldn't get it.
