"Pap tap tap tap." The rushing water of the waterfall slapped Cheng Qichuan's body violently, and the ground was unbearably hot. He tore the green robe to pieces and threw it aside, exposing his entire big arms.
After four or five minutes, Cheng Qichuan's arm turned red from being slapped, as if he would bleed after a while, but he did not feel any pain, but felt very warm. Every drop of waterfall water hitting his body was like a quilt wrapped around him. This feeling was like being wrapped in amniotic membrane as comfortably as a fetus, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.
"Huh? Where is this?" Cheng Qichuan got up from the ground, straightened his messy hair, and then looked around. But when he saw it, he suddenly became confused. The surroundings were very empty and gray.
"Third uncle! Third uncle! Where are you?" Cheng Qichuan shouted hard, but there was no answer, and it was still gray and silent.
"No! No! Third Uncle!" Cheng Qichuan shouted again and started running at the same time, hoping to escape from this barren land. But things went against expectations. Before I could run a few times, I tripped over a raised object.
"Damn it! Damn it!" He hit the ground hard to vent his dissatisfaction. Suddenly the world began to shake violently. Cheng Qichuan stood up staggeringly, glanced around, and found that this was not a simple shaking, but the world was collapsing! He thought to himself that he must have stepped on some mechanism.
The world collapsed bit by bit. Cheng Qichuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes. He covered his eyes with both hands, squatting and curling up. There was a harsh sound of broken glass, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped rapidly. Cheng Qichuan was still shirtless, staggering to stand up and holding his body with his hands to keep warm. He raised his head and looked around, and found that he was in an ice cave. There was a large pool directly in front of him. There was a bright red liquid in the pool, and there were a few lines of words engraved on the wall next to it.
"Hey, this place is so cold!" Cheng Qichuan shrugged, walked towards the pool in front, sniffed the surrounding smell, lowered his head and said, "There is a smell of blood, could this be blood?" He stood up and walked towards Then he looked at the wall with the words engraved on it.
First, there are four large characters "Blood Lotus Magic Skill" engraved on the wall, and there are a few lines of small words below: "This skill is a secret method not taught by the Ruyi Sect. The user can reliably accumulate magic power, thereby gradually relieving the body's load and temporarily improving his own strength. . There are nine moves in total, each move is ten times more powerful than the previous one! Only when you practice to the ninth move can you create an indestructible demonic body, making you immortal!"
When Cheng Qichuan read "Immortality", he was shocked and thought: "Immortality! Isn't that what people who practice martial arts pursue is immortality?" But then he thought: "Immortality? No. Destroy the demonic body? Isn't this only the evil sect's exercises? You can't practice it yet! What if you become a demon?" At this point in my mind, I wanted to leave, but when I lowered my head, I caught a glimpse of the first exercise, and my heart It was okay to take a look, so he knelt down and took a look.
"The formula for practicing the first form of the Blood Lotus Demonic Skill: Shi Qi is unworthy of the spirit, and the two yangs are born without thinking. The formula: Zi Chou Hai Chen Wu Shen." Cheng Qichuan stood up and murmured to himself: "The formula When I read it, I feel like I have vigorous Yang Qi, I can do it!" As he spoke, he quickly made the six-character hand formula of Zi Chou Hai Chen Wu Shen, and shouted loudly: "Shi Qi can't bear the spirit of the spirit, and there is no thought in his thoughts. Yang Sheng!" Then Cheng Qichuan felt a sense of comfort on his back, and his hands glowed with a dark red light.
"I feel like my whole body is full of power now! Let's call him the power of blood lotus." Cheng Qichuan shouted with a smile. Then he punched the other wall, and there was a loud "bang" sound. The wall was dented, and cracks like spider webs were also made, and the entire wall collapsed.
"Too strong! Hahaha!" Cheng Qichuan laughed from ear to ear and couldn't open his eyes. But when he opened his eyes, his expression instantly froze and his brows furrowed tightly.
There is a dark room inside the broken wall, and there is a person standing in the dark room. The man was seven feet tall, wearing a green robe, and was very handsome, but his peach blossom eyes were dull. The strange thing is that he looks exactly like Cheng Qichuan! From his nose and mouth to his hair, everything was the same as Cheng Qichuan's. He was literally carved from the same mold!
The man's eyes were dim and dull, he made quick gestures with his hands, and shouted: "Shi Qi cannot bear the spirit of the spirit, and there is no thought of Er Yang in his thoughts!" Then a dark red light suddenly appeared on his hands, and he jumped up and headed towards Cheng Qichuan just punched out.
Cheng Qichuan had no time to react, so he could only block it with his arms in front of his chest to resist. A punch hit Cheng Qichuan's arms, knocking him away more than ten meters and slamming into the wall. Cheng Qichuan felt a sweetness in his throat and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Damn it! You monster who is stealing my face!" Cheng Qichuan cursed, stood up and continued to curse: "I have to show you some color!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the man, raised his fist and pointed at He struck the nose, neck and chest three times quickly, and shouted: "Three strikes, King of Hell!" The man had no time to dodge and withstood three attacks, and his nose was hit so hard that it spurted out nosebleeds. Before the man could recover, Cheng Qichuan used his right arm to throw it towards the man's left waist, and shouted loudly: "The Overlord breaks the reins!" The man was directly hit more than ten meters away. It fell to the ground and made a big hole.
The man got up and shook his head first, then stood up and made a quick seal with both hands. The magic power on his left hand disappeared and instead gathered on his right hand. Suddenly, he suddenly jumped up to a height of tens of meters, his right hand was strong, and he struck Cheng Qichuan with his whole body.
Cheng Qichuan suddenly felt bad. If he were hit by his right palm, he would definitely be dead or injured! He quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind, then put his arms together and squatted with his legs. When the man's right palm was only a few millimeters away from Cheng Qichuan's forehead, he held his breath, punched the man's chin with both fists, and shouted: "The cannon cannon!"
He hit the man's chin with both fists, knocking him away and hitting the wall with a bang...
Cheng Qichuan staggered to his feet, walked to the point where the man fell, and watched the man's body dissipate little by little. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed: "One of the great killing moves in "Baji Beng" is so powerful. It really shouldn’t be underestimated!”
Suddenly, Cheng Qichuan felt a pain in his right chest. He quickly covered his right chest and fell to the ground. He suddenly remembered that the man just hit his right back with his left palm...
