The first cause of all realms

Chapter 766 The mountains and the tsunami attract everyone's attention!
Immortal foundation...

Looking at the actual fist intent that turned from virtual to real, Shingon Taoist had a complex expression, full of regret and nostalgia:
"Many years ago, he said that he wanted to continue the broken path of martial arts and open up the path of will cultivation. He,
really did it..."

"Prince Zhao, you are indeed an outstanding man..."

Yang Ju's complexion was extremely pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.

After following Henry Zhang outside the Great Wall for a month, it seemed that he just sent the Prince Zhao for his last journey and became a corpse-bearer.

But in fact, his harvest is far greater than that of Yu Fengxian who can inherit the true energy.

In that one month, this man who was the best in the world was not stingy at all, and he didn't shy away from his status as an anti-king, and taught him all his understanding of martial arts.

And the most precious thing among them is not Henry Zhang's understanding of the Thirteen Blood Exchanges and the "Six Levels of Foundation Establishment".

According to what he said, the predecessors have done very well, and he just checks for gaps and fills in gaps.

Its real essence is the practice after Wu Sheng.

"Is this the foundation of immortality?"

The truth talker was amazed.

"How can it be that simple?"

With Zhang Xuanba's inheritance in his body, after the Martial Saint, even though Yang Qiu received the seal of sacrifice, his merits are still improving.

However, it is impossible to forge the foundation of immortality that Henry Zhang had just achieved in two years.

"What is the foundation of immortality? According to the inheritance of Prince Zhao, the will of the Martial Sage is formed by the gathering of thoughts of the mind and soul.

It seems illusory and illusory, false and real, human but not human. If you want to build the foundation of human immortality, you must refine the tendons, skin, bones, viscera, marrow, and brain of this will and thought! "

Regarding the Taoist Man of Truth, Yang Jue did not hide anything. In fact, Zhang Xuanba passed on this method to him instead of keeping it in the royal family, because he did not want his whole life to become a family property.

"Refine your will as if it were a human being! You can think of things that people dare not think, and you can do it. It's amazing, it's amazing..."

The man of truth couldn't sit still, he couldn't stop looking at the three-inch tall little man.

"It's a pity that the old Taoist only has a soul and no body, but he can't practice..."

Amazing, sorry.

"not necessarily!"

Yang Ju shook his head.

"Ok?"

The old man was startled slightly, his eyes lit up:

"Could it be possible that this method can be practiced independently of the physical body? This, I'm afraid it is no longer within the scope of martial arts?"

"Not only is it independent of the physical body..."

Yang Ju's expression was dignified, and he was also amazed:

"The sacrificial seal of the old lady Liansheng contains the spirit of her 3000 years of practice. Even if I try my best to resist, my blood, body, body and even soul are all entangled with it, and it is difficult to practice independently..."

The seal of sympathizing with life and sacrificing one's body is a method of burning jade and stone together, and it cannot be removed by simple means.

That is the ultimate move of the Liansheng Sect's middle and high-level high-pressure box. It is very likely that a higher level will be injured by it, let alone Liansheng's old mother use it on her own?

In the past two years, he was almost completely eroded by it from the outside to the inside. A few months ago, his will was affected by it. He once thought of stopping the practice of will to avoid being polluted by it.

The last time I talked and discussed with the Taoist, he even moved the idea of ​​letting the 'Seven-Aperture Stone Monkey' be born early and become an incarnation.

But the result was unexpected...

"You mean, your will is already independent of the body, and what you rely on at this moment is the reflection of your body?"

Rao has repeatedly overestimated this method, and the Taoist of Zhenyan is still quite surprised.

The saying that the martial saint sheds his body and reflects things comes from a sloppy Taoist thousands of years ago. He is not the first martial saint, but he is the first martial saint who sorts out all the levels and passes them on to future generations.

But in the classics left by the sloppy Taoist, this method is only a step to change oneself and accommodate the spirit energy after being promoted to Martial Saint.

The so-called transformation of the body to reflect objects is similar to visualization, keeping a body in the heart, reflecting it outside, and changing oneself.

This is something more illusory than will.

The reflection is just an idea visualized in the mind!

This……

"Although I don't understand it, it is really feasible."

Without explaining much, Yang Jue let out a sigh of relief.

call!
How long is his breath?
Even though he was seriously injured, the blowing made the books, doors, windows, and bookshelves in the house rattle. This is breath, and it is also spiritual energy.

"Suck!"

And following Yang Ju's movements, the three-inch-tall man's chest rose and fell, sucking in the air, and within a few moments, it seemed to have grown to four feet in height!
It is still a bit illusory, the skin and facial features have defects, it looks like a human or a monkey, and it is quite transparent.

But under the watchful eyes of the two, this human-like monkey body moved its fists and feet like a living person,

After walking, sitting and lying down, he began to practice boxing slowly.

"Baquan? No, there are shadows of Tiangangquan, Shenquan, Fanquan, Jianglongzhang, Fumoquan...?

Is this the Four Elephant Boxing formed by integrating the essence of various boxing techniques? "

The man of truth became more and more surprised.

The five viscera hide the gods, and the practice of martial sages is the word for gods. Yang Jue's will is naturally extremely pure, but after all, he still lacks a bit of fire, not as good as when he was in his prime.

But what he can achieve with the materialization of fist intent is far beyond what he can do...

"Since the reflection of the body can be reflected in the body, then naturally, one's own practice can also be transferred to the reflection through will..."

"So, old Taoists can also practice this method?"

The man of truth is a little moved.

He was also a pinnacle martial saint, so now his physical body is gone, and the reflections of his thoughts have not dissipated.

"Human Immortal, Human Immortal..."

Looking at the old Daoist whose figure was illusory but with the shadow of a pine tree looming behind him, Yang Qian nodded, but shook his head in his heart.

Of course, Taoists of the Word of Truth can practice this method, so as to increase their willpower and condense their souls enough to resist external aggression.

But to become a fairy, I'm afraid...

He has not forgotten what Henry Zhang once said,

Only when the soul and body are united can one see the gods, and only then can the gods be immortal!

However, there is no need to say this...

"well."

Daoist Zhenyan was a little bit excited, but also a little bit stunned:
"No wonder your qi and blood have become weaker and weaker these days, but you are still full of confidence. So you have this method?
But I don’t know if this method can support your martial arts cultivation and make you achieve ten capitals..."

While speaking, the old Taoist couldn't help but look at the three or four feet tall 'Yingshen', feeling more and more surprised.

At first, it was a bit of a beginner's jerky, but as time passed, with an incredible progress, it became proficient and refined.

No need for any words, not even high vision, even an ordinary warrior can see how terrifying this is.

This……

"do not know."

This, Yang Jue really has no idea in his heart, because even if it is a reflection of the body, it is also the practice of a martial saint.

But he wasn't in a rush either.

If he can't cast his body to reflect objects, he still has the stone monkey with seven apertures. If the stone monkey with seven apertures can't do it, he still has other methods.

He is only in his thirties, and he has plenty of time for trial and error...

but……

Between the flexion and stretching of the five fingers, the four-foot "reflection body" shrank inch by inch, and finally turned into a streamer and sank into Yang Prison's body.

He got up slowly, still looking weak and weak, but his will surged like a tide, climbing up layer by layer:
"Before that, those who should be hit, should be hit, and those who should be killed should be killed!"

……

……

The ninth year of the new calendar, February [-].

Last year's cold winter arrived late, and now, although two months have passed since the end of the new year, the weather is still extremely cold. Inside and outside the city, there are only lights and festoons, and the sound of firecrackers, but there is no greenery at all.

Every city in the Northwest Road is full of colorful lanterns, and it is very lively. The city in the Northwest Road is even more crowded with people.
Merchants and warriors from all states and roads gather here, almost no inn is available, restaurants are vacant, and Nuo Dacheng is very noisy.

"Restaurant, restaurant, there is not even a glass of water and wine?!"

"Hehe, this Northwest King is really banning the law. The grand ceremony of proclaiming the king is about to come, but he doesn't even issue a ban on alcohol?"

"Except for the little wine stored in the palace, the Northwest Road has not produced wine for seven or eight years..."

"It is said that someone met the Northwest King last year. I heard that his condition is extremely poor. Could it be that he wants to be happy?"

"Shut up! If you want to die, don't drag us..."

……

All kinds of noise rolled in like a tide, and the hall was extremely noisy.

Wearing a long black gown, Wu Longsheng sat in a corner, drinking and pouring himself, in the midst of the noise, it was like sitting quietly in a mountain.

A cup of clear tea gives you the feeling of brewing nectar.

"Senior, my prince is sincere and sincere, and I hope you will not hesitate to see him..."

A middle-aged man with a mustache stood to one side, bowed slightly, and spoke softly.

"Your Majesty is considerate, I have taken care of my family, relatives and friends, sect brothers, and even my illegitimate child, and I am very considerate.

only……"

Lightly dropping the teacup, Wu Longsheng said lightly:
"Do you know what a change in the sky is?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, as if he was listening attentively:

"Appreciate further details."

"The so-called changes in the sky are not just the extreme environment of these years, not the lingering blizzard, but the fact that old concepts will be replaced and subverted."

Wu Longsheng took a sip of tea:
"It's like your Patriarch. He is just a dismissed postman. In just a few years, he not only overwhelmed all the masters in the Liansheng Sect, but also dominated Ding'an, which can be called a myth..."

Hearing his master being praised, the middle-aged man straightened up unconsciously.

"Your Patriarch, you not only have great luck, you are extremely talented, but you also have Daoguo who takes the initiative to recognize the master, holds a magic weapon, and can even persuade a group of great masters..."

Wu Longsheng did not hesitate to praise him, but before the middle-aged man showed joy, he changed the topic:
"But what can he compare with this one?"

Putting down the teacup, Wu Longsheng got up slowly, he would not care about the ugly faces of the people in front of him and behind him:
"Based on the smelly fish and rotten shrimp you have recruited in the Northwest Road in recent years?"

Snapped!
A scroll that seemed to be written not long ago fell on the table.

"The foundation of immortality? If Zhang Xuanba wrote it, then the old man is still interested, Anonymous? Hehehe..."

The words are still in my ears, but the people are gone.

"Old man..."

The middle-aged man's face turned blue, and he was angry in his heart, but he couldn't express it.

"Liao Tou, let's..."

Several subordinates came forward and were about to say something when they heard the bell echoing outside and the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami.

"Um?!"

Several people tensed up and went out one after another, and saw a royal chariot heading towards the Temple of Heaven outside the city amidst the echoing sound of the bell.

The king ceremony has begun.

　It’s really rushed, moving and getting married together, my uncle’s family is quite small, and we brothers are really busy... Anyway, I will write when I have time, forgive me.

　
(End of this chapter)