Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 8 The villain sharpens his knives at the door

In the marrow washing hall.

Yang Heng's back was already dripping with cold sweat.

The three villains really frightened him.

He took a sip of his iced tea to calm himself down.

"The three apprentices are all lurkers sent by Mingyue Holy Land. It's amazing. The predecessor was too busy to take care of himself, and he didn't notice it at all."

"Calculating the time, they have been lurking for more than ten years."

"There are two reasons for lurking by my side, either you want the "Marrow Cleansing Technique" or you want my old life!"

After the "Marrow Cleansing Technique" became the leader of the predecessor, it was burned, and all the disciples and elders of the Demon Cult who practiced this technique were all beheaded.

And the "Marrow Washing True Art" can also cleanse the marrow and cut the veins of living beings, and improve their cultivation qualifications.

Wonderful.

"Nowadays, I am the only one who has the "Psychic Cleansing Technique". It is not surprising that Mingyue Holy Land comes to seek it, but how did Mingyue Holy Land find out that its predecessor was hidden here?"

Yang Heng pondered.

"Now, what should I do?"

"Cultivation is lost, the spirit and blood are exhausted, and the physical body is withered and dried up. It takes great medicine to cooperate with cultivation to quickly revive the withered physical body and blood."

"The resources of the Marrow Washing Sect have been exhausted by the predecessor."

Yang Heng was pacing in the hall, feeling a little tricky.

He lit a dry tobacco pot and smoked it in a rattling manner, the sparks in the pot flickered on and off.

In the main hall, oil lamps are like beans.

The pale flames danced feebly, reflecting paintings of human meridians and acupoints on the wall.

After counting carefully, there are ten paintings.

Next to the hanging paintings are written the inscription "Washing the marrow and cutting the veins to change the destiny, and the qualifications to reshape the Emperor Zhengda".

This word was written by the great apprentice Li Daqiu.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and its strength penetrates the back of the paper. It has a majestic momentum that swallows the sky.

"heitui~, this scoundrel can write well!"

Yang Heng spat.

Thinking of the three villains made his teeth itch.

"call"

Yang Heng reached out and turned over the hanging painting.

On the back of the hanging paintings, there are pictures of beauties, with enchanting postures and extremely seductive.

The pictures of ten beauties happened to be saintesses from the Ten Kingdoms of the Great Wilderness.

"Well, the picture of beauties drawn by my predecessor is still more beautiful!"

Yang Heng smiled proudly.

These ten saintesses were all saintesses of the previous generation, who had been kidnapped by their predecessors, pinched their feet and beat their backs.

It seems that some indescribable things have happened.

"Hey, rebirth didn't catch up with the good time!"

Yang Heng was slightly moved.

His eyes wandered, and he saw a stone bed placed in the corner of the hall, on which lay a wooden figure.

This is the props used by the predecessor to practice the "Marrow Cleansing Technique".

clear and distinct.

The whole body of this wooden man is shiny and shiny, and he has been rubbed and touched by his predecessor countless times.

"The True Art of Marrow Washing."

"In a few days, the ancient spirit body will come to ask me to wash his marrow and cut his veins. This is a good opportunity to earn great medicine resources."

Yang Heng looked at his hand.

He remembered that his pair of indestructible hands could quickly complete any kung fu in his hands.

"The True Art of Washing the Marrow" is also a hand-like exercise.

"But why should I rely on the immortal hand?"

"The old man wants to rely on himself!"

"Although I have completely lost my cultivation, I came here through time travel. In my previous life, I got full marks in all my homework exams. I am a top student. I can beat five in games. It shouldn't be a problem to practice this technique."

Yang Heng smiled confidently, recalled the cultivation method of Marrow Washing Gong in his mind, and began to practice.

Qi and blood are exhausted, meridian stasis is blocked, and there are bursts of severe pain.

Even if the true art of marrow washing is just a handicraft, it is still painful.

After a while.

"Immortal God Hand, help me practice!"

After a while, Yang Heng opened his eyes and sighed inwardly.

His knees were slightly bent, his tail was in the middle, his chest was in his chest and his back was pulled out, and the moment his shoulders dropped to his elbows, his hands stretched out like lightning, covering the wooden figure, slapping, slapping, beating, and rubbing from top to bottom.

His speed was getting faster and faster, gradually causing rumors.

And this time.

In his ear, a gentle and affectionate voice sounded.
"You are using the indestructible hand to practice the "Marrow Cleansing Technique". The grade of this technique is the quasi-imperial level. It belongs to the hand-like technique and can be upgraded."

"The Immortal Divine Hand automatically deduces and upgrades for you."

"The upgrade is complete, and the "Marrow Washing True Art" has become "The Marrow Washing Emperor Art", grade = Great Emperor's Classic."

Yang Heng woke up from the practice.

The moment the voice sounded in his ears, a mysterious and ancient magical skill was passed into his mind from his hands.

Yang Heng's eyes widened in surprise.

"The True Art of Washing the Marrow has become the "Emperor Art of Washing the Marrow", and it is also the most advanced ancient art of the Great Emperor!"

According to memory, in the Great Wilderness, there are also grades of exercises.

The mortal level is the lowest, and the emperor's scripture is the highest. There are earth-level exercises, heaven-level exercises, and holy-level exercises in between.

Various techniques are similar.

The high level of imperial skill can be seen and known.

In the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Code is a quasi-emperor-level magic art.

"How strong is this raccoon from Planet Alpha?!"

"The pair of gloves I sewed not only allowed my hands to evolve into innate immortal hands, but also automatically upgraded the level of my skills."

"My whole body is up and down, and now the most valuable thing is these hands."

Yang Heng sighed with joy.

He looked at the wooden man on the stone bed, practicing the "Emperor Washing Essence Technique"

But the moment your finger touches the wooden man.
"You are using the Immortal Hand to practice the "Emperor's Art of Cleansing Marrow", and the Immortal Hand is automatically practicing."

"The cultivation is successful, you have mastered the marrow washing emperor technique, and the marrow washing and pulse cutting technique has been promoted to the ninth level."

"You can cleanse the marrow and cut the veins of the heavens and all spirits (not limited to humans), reshape the aptitude, and change the physique."

"Reminder: You use the immortal hand to wash the marrow and cut the veins of the living beings, which can produce a corresponding vision and reflect the sky (this vision can be eliminated)"

A sound came into my ears.

A massive flow of information also came from Yang Heng's Immortal God.

It includes countless experiences of marrow washing, as well as the elixir, props and specific methods needed for marrow washing of each constitution.

At this moment.

His hands felt numb for a while, and countless experience in washing the marrow and cutting the veins had melted into his fingers.

In a trance, it seems that the marrow has been washed countless times.

Yang Heng took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and stabilized his heart that was beating wildly due to excitement.

"Since "The True Art of Washing the Marrow" can be deduced into the "Emperor's Art of Washing the Marrow", can the "Tian Mo Canon" also be deduced?"

Yang Heng tried, but the Immortal Hand didn't respond.

Tried other exercises, but no response.

"It seems that only 'hand'-type exercises or techniques can be deduced and cultivated by the immortal hand."

This is a limitation.

Yang Heng was not disappointed, he was already very satisfied.

In the future, we will rely on these two hands to conquer the world.

"When you have enough great medicine in the future, you can cleanse your marrow and cut your veins again, upgrade the Heavenly Demon Body for a second time, and wash out the number one physique of the ages step by step!"

At this time.

He looked at the wooden man on the stone bed, his eyes flashed, and he said to himself, "Will you try the Marrow Washing Emperor Technique first."

The hands suddenly protruded, as fast as a lightning thunder dragon, the palms brought up afterimages, and mysterious mysterious light flowed at the fingertips.

Quickly slap the wooden man's major acupuncture points, meridians and "muscles and bones" all over his body.

The wooden man is just a prop, not a living creature of flesh and blood. Naturally, there are no real acupuncture points, meridians, muscles and bones.

Yang Heng just used the wooden man to practice the technique of washing the marrow and cutting the veins.

Therefore, no vision appeared.

again and again.

After a while, Yang Heng withdrew his hands, dripping with sweat, but with a satisfied and joyful smile on his face.

"Wooden man, wooden man, if you are a real flesh and blood creature, you should have a good physique by now!"

"Well, I have mastered all the marrow washing and pulse cutting techniques."

"Desolate ancient spirit body, ancestor, I will wait for you to deliver the medicine."

Yang Heng smiled confidently.

At this moment, there were bursts of "rustling" sounds outside the hall.

"This is...someone is sharpening the knife?!"

Startled, Yang Heng got up quickly and looked out from the crack of the door.

really.

Not far from the Xisui Hall, under the crooked jujube tree, the second disciple Wei Chungui squatted on the ground, with parted hairstyle, and buried his head in sharpening the knife, rustling.

From time to time, he would look back at the Hall of Washing Marrow, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, cold and frightening.

"Can't this scoundrel wait?"

"Aren't you going to kill me?!

Yang Heng pondered for a while, and went out through the back door.

Stone bed.

The wooden man lay quietly on his back.

The dim oil lamp shone on its eyes, and the eyeballs were pitch black.

I don't know if it's caused by the light, but its eyes seem to be darker than before.

As if alive.

And the direction it is looking at happens to be a hanging painting of a saint.

On the hanging painting, there is a line of words - washing the marrow and cutting the veins to change the destiny, and the qualifications to reshape the Emperor Zhengda
(End of this chapter)