Demon Blood Emperor

Xie's mansion, in a courtyard, people's shadows are darting, the boy's body is full of Buddha light, every punch he punches, it shakes the void, illuminating the surroundings, as if a Buddha is singing, the Zen sound cleanses people's hearts, making people calm and free from hostility dissipate.

Every time Xie Zifeng punched, Zen sounds entered his ears, soaking into his heart and gradually dissolving the hostility he had accumulated recently, making him calm, like clear water, completely immersed in the comprehension of boxing techniques, his mind was blank, only the profound meaning of boxing techniques flickered.

Whoosh!

Xie Zifeng continued to swing his fists, comprehending the profound meaning of Bubai Mingwangquan.

Buddha casting a golden body!

Xie Zifeng punched out, and his whole body glowed with golden light, like a golden arhat with a solemn treasure, his whole body was protected, like wearing a treasure armor, impervious to water, the punch that was punched out was even more powerful. It's Kuangba who is incomparably like a vajra.

The Bubai Mingwang Fist is extremely fierce, and it is a set of martial arts that focuses on attacking. This style of Buddha-cast golden body can just make up for the deficiencies in defense. Baojia, combined with that fierce fist, can move forward indomitably when facing the enemy.

In the past, Xie Zifeng was not in the Xiantian realm, so he could only perform the first form of the Invincible Ming Fist. Now that he has stepped into the fifth level of innate energy, his vitality is incomparably majestic. After several rehearsals, he finally mastered this form and fully displayed it!

"Although this Buddha-cast golden body has just completed, its defensive power is still a bit weak. It is not as good as my condensed monster python scale armor supernatural power. If the two can be combined, will the defense be enhanced?" During boxing, Xie Zifeng muttered to himself, thinking about his own shortcomings.

Buddha casting a golden body!

Xie Zifeng's formula was running, secretly regulating the vitality in his body and the supernatural power of the blood seal of the demon emperor, and he punched forward with a punch.

boom!

With a punch, the golden light was shining, and there was a burst of golden ripples in the void. You can vaguely see a layer of golden scales emerging from Xie Zifeng's body, dazzling in the Buddha's light, making him like a god of war. eye-catching.

Wang!

The big dog roared beside him, and muttered, "What kind of race is this kid? Why can scales emerge from his body? He can also gather vitality and fly with wings?" It is not formed by martial arts, it is more like a kind of supernatural power of blood, but it is difficult to think of any races close to it in ancient times.

Xie Zifeng punched out, constantly practicing this style, to fully integrate it so that it can be sent and received freely. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is more serious than ordinary people. He has to refine each style thousands of times and completely imprint it in his heart so as to defend against the enemy. When you can send it as you like, so as not to appear hasty and weak.

"Boy, what's the use of cultivating these fancy fists and embroidered legs? It's better to raise the realm first!" The big dog was lying on the side of a Wutong mountain, looking very bored. It rolled its eyelids and said lightly. Is disdainful.

"If you don't have a solid foundation in martial arts, it's just empty air to raise your realm blindly. It's hard to have the strength to fight!" Xie Zifeng said unmoved, "Only by combining realm and martial arts can you not fall behind when facing the enemy." Xiafeng, if you want me to raise my realm, take out all the good things in your bag!"

He knew that the big dog must still have a lot of elixir.

Wang!

The big dog barked, and then continued to lie on the spot, its eyes occasionally looking into the void, with an empty face.

Whoosh!

Xie Zifeng kept practicing boxing techniques, regardless of the big dog.

"Okay, the wind of the fist is strong and powerful, and it can advance and retreat freely, which can be regarded as a small achievement!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the yard.

"Grandpa!" Xie Zifeng turned his head to look, with joy in his eyes, but it was Xie Zhenhai who was walking towards him.

"If there are any deficiencies, please ask Grandpa for advice!" Xie Zifeng put away his punches and walked up to ask.

"You are already very proficient in this move. You have basically mastered the gist of the Bubai Mingwangquan, but it is only in appearance and meaningless, so you can only make some small achievements." Xie Zhenhai stroked his beard with his hands, and his eyes showed kindness. color, said.

"Oh, it's just a shape, not what it means?" Xie Zifeng pondered, thinking about the problem that Grandpa said.

Xie Zhenhai smiled and didn't bother Xie Zifeng to ponder. He also admired this studious grandson.

"Grandpa, what do you mean?" Xie Zifeng suddenly raised his head and asked.

"This move is its shape, and its artistic conception is its meaning. Now you have mastered the moves but haven't got the meaning." Xie Zhenhai said simply.

"Artistic conception?" Xie Zifeng nodded slightly, thinking about what Grandpa said.

"The artistic conception is the essence of this set of boxing techniques. Every martial art has its form and meaning. Only the combination of form and meaning can fully exert its power!" Xie Zhenhai said, "Like this set of cotton palms, this palm technique is exquisite. Combining hardness and softness, with one palm strike, the back strokes are endless, seemingly soft like cotton, but the back is strong and fierce, the combination of hardness and softness, sending and receiving freely...!"

He talked and practiced.

"The meaning of this palm technique is softness, that is, the combination of hardness and softness!" Xie Zhenhai said, holding back his palm.

Xie Zifeng's eyes turned, slowly digesting what grandpa said.

"This cotton palm is just a low-level martial art, and its essence is simple, with traces to follow." Xie Zhenhai said, "This Bubai Mingwang Fist is different. Only after pondering these two characters thoroughly can we have their meaning, which is also the artistic conception.”

Suddenly, Xie Zhenhai's eyes became sharper, he sat on the horse with his back bent down and took a step forward, and punched out a set of punches.

"Undefeated, what is undefeated? It is not undefeated in a fight between the two sides. This is a belief. If you are undefeated in your heart, you will be undefeated in your fists. If you are undefeated in your fists, you will be invincible!" Xie Zhenhai punched, and his whole body It seems like a long spear, killing towards the front, going forward relentlessly, trying to smash the void, that kind of momentum is awe-inspiring.

Xie Zifeng was on the side, and he could vaguely feel the terrifying aura emanating from that punch.

"Is this the artistic conception?" Xie Zifeng seemed to realize something.

"Artistic conception is illusory and has no trace to be found, but it is extremely profound and contains the profound meaning of the Dao." Xie Zhenhai withdrew his fist and said, "You should experience it carefully and comprehend it slowly. Don't rush everything, and be able to comprehend the profound meaning in the heart!"

"Yes!" Xie Zifeng's eyes were bright, as if a light had been lit before his eyes, and the road ahead suddenly became clear.

The artistic conception of martial arts has to be understood slowly, not just a few words can be comprehended, so Xie Zifeng was not in a hurry.

"Grandpa, why are you free to come here today?" Xie Zifeng asked.

"Our grandpa and grandson may not have talked together for a long time!" Xie Zhenhai narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Go to the room to talk!"

"Yes!" Xie Zifeng walked into a living room in his yard, where the grandfather and grandson sat down and talked.

Wang!

In the yard, the big dog scrambled up and sneaked towards the outside of the living room, muttering, "The Xie family just encountered a catastrophe, and the old man looked vigilant, he must have something to say to this kid! "

The big dog is like a thief lying outside the living room window, with his tongue sticking out and drooling, his face excited.

"Grandpa hasn't left the retreat for two years, but you haven't let me down!" In the living room, Xie Zhenhai stroked his beard and looked at the boy with a satisfied smile.

Xie Zifeng disturbed his head, smiled, and then asked, "Grandpa, weren't you injured when you hit the Xuanying Realm? Are you still in serious trouble now?"

"It's just a small injury. Your father left an elixir. Grandpa has already healed after taking it. I just want to go further!" Xie Zhenhai smiled lightly, but there was a bit of regret in his tone, "I just want to step into the Xuanying Realm , but it’s not that easy!”

"I see." Xie Zifeng nodded, bowed his head and pondered.

"Your father, Gao Zhenshi, did leave behind a lot of elixir, but he wants you to have a solid foundation so we don't use elixir to help you." Xie Zhenhai said, "You have to go on your own way, he I don’t want to intervene too much so as not to affect your fate trajectory, making you bound by the path of your predecessors, unable to find yourself, and difficult to embark on the road to the top.”

"Oh!" Xie Zifeng nodded. Although he felt a little lost, he also understood his father's good intentions. It's just that every teenager, who doesn't want his father to help and care for him on his own path?

If there is really any panacea, I am afraid that he has already stepped into the innate realm.

However, Xie Zifeng thought about it again, if he had lived under the pill since he was a child, wouldn't his heart be like this?

Me like that, or me?

Xie Zifeng shook his head, his eyes suddenly showed determination, and said, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will not let father down, I will rely on my own efforts to get everything I want!" Over the years, he has long been used to That being said, the feeling satisfies him.

"Okay, very good!" Xie Zhenhai said, "Pillions are not harmful to cultivation, on the contrary, they can cleanse tendons and cut marrow, and make people better aptitude. If you obtain these things by your own ability, then the meaning is not good. It’s the same, you can get growth experience from it, this is the most important thing in life!”

"If you want to go on this road where the strong are respected, you must have a human heart!" Xie Zhenhai said with a serious face.

"Yeah!" Xie Zifeng nodded, that's true. If he had been able to break through by taking pills since he was a child, he wouldn't have gone through these crises. In this way, his xinxing wouldn't be transformed like it is now, and he would be faster than ordinary people. Mature and tough!

If you don't know the dangers of people's hearts, no matter how high your cultivation is, you will be easily tricked by others, and it will be difficult to reach the peak after all.

"This is something your father left you." Suddenly, Xie Zhenhai got up and said.

"Father left something for me?" Xie Zifeng's eyes lit up, full of expectation.

"Have you finally got to the point?" Outside the living room, the big dog's tongue was drooling, excited, his eyes flickered, and he released a trace of consciousness to penetrate into the living room to see everything inside.

But Xie Zhenhai nodded, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he turned his palm, and a round bowl appeared.

There are runes engraved on this round bowl, and his tactic induced the round bowl to spin around for a while, turning into a giant bowl to cover him and Xie Zifeng. The spying of all characters.

Wang!

The big dog's heart trembled, and his consciousness was knocked out.

"Oh my god, this old man is so insidious!" The big dog turned over in shock and muttered incessantly.

The power of the primordial spirit he had gathered recently was almost crushed.

call!

At this time, Xie Zhenhai flicked his palm, and a picture scroll appeared in front of him, slowly spreading out.

"What is this?" Xie Zifeng's heart tightened when he saw his grandpa's serious appearance, his eyes were fixed on the front, with a look of expectation on his face, "Could it be an ancient painting?" He remembered the one of his uncle Xie Changtian painting.

At this time, the painting scroll is fully unfolded!

"This is a treasure left by your father, it's called the Immortal Killing Picture!" Xie Zhenhai said with a serious face.

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