A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Qingfeng moved forward against the wind blades, his body constantly flashing with light.

Bang, bang, bang, those wind blades hit his body like steel knives, and the further he went, the denser they were.

A mile in front of Yuanshen Mountain.

Qingfeng was a little dumbfounded. Those strong winds turned into circles of wind blades surrounding the root of the mountain. If he wanted to enter the mountain, he had to be chopped on the body by those wind blades like guillotines.

At this moment, even the cultivators who had refined the spirit and returned to the void would retreat after seeing this scene.

But Qingfeng would certainly not give up when he got here. He used all his strength to operate the Hegemony Body Art, and his whole body was filled with golden light.

The sound of "crack, crack" continued.

The huge blade chopped at him from all directions and continued to break apart.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Qingfeng would feel extremely tired every time he took a step.

With a "bang", the protective qi could no longer withstand this force and exploded.

Countless wind blades chopped at the Hades armor, and it began to collapse.

The huge wind blade directly chopped on Qingfeng's body.

Qingfeng shouted: "Come on, come on, let the storm come more violently."

He tore off his clothes and revealed his muscular body.

It was not visible with clothes, but now that he was naked, his entire body could be fully seen.

This body was extremely strong, with muscles all over the body like the roots of an old tree, and every muscle was extremely tight.

His body exuded a faint light, and the wind blade would only leave a little white mark on it.

At this moment, his muscles were bulging, and he was moving forward like a strong little bull.

The wind blade became stronger and stronger, and a faint golden light began to appear on Qingfeng's body.

At this moment, Qingfeng suddenly found that his Tyrant Body Art seemed to be strengthened a little under the blessing of this wind blade. Every time the wind blade chopped him, that place would become tighter.

He closed his eyes and began to think.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

It turns out that there is a sentence at the end of the Hegemon Body Art, which he has never figured out thoroughly. I think this sentence has a deep meaning.

"Let him be strong, the breeze is blowing on the mountain. Let him be arrogant, the bright moon shines on the river."

At this time, he led the breath from the perineum through the coccyx to the top of the head, and a huge energy gathered in the dantian, and was sent to the limbs and meridians through the rivers and channels of the whole body.

For a while, he only felt extremely comfortable all over his body. At this moment, the wind blades hitting his body were like hammers hitting iron tools to temper him.

Making his body more solid and refined.

Over the years, Qingfeng has been carrying many peerless skills, but he has lost his original heart and has no chance to understand the Hegemon Body Art more deeply. He just relies on the Dharma Realm to defeat the enemy.

This is exactly what made him ignore the true meaning of the Hegemon Body Art, which is the indestructible golden body and the cultivation of the true self.

And such a good place for tempering is simply the best training ground that Qingfeng has always dreamed of.

He held his breath and began to constantly comprehend the skills of the Hegemon Body Art.

As he continued to practice, Qingfeng was amazed that he still had many supreme mysteries of the Tyrant Body Art that he had not understood, or that he had gone in the wrong direction.

It seemed that if he only relied on himself to figure it out, he would be destined to take many detours.

The blade kept hitting him without stopping.

Qingfeng had completely put away the body-protecting Qi and Hades Armor at this moment. Over the years, he had relied too much on these two things, but he forgot that the Tyrant Body Art itself was to make the body as indestructible as a magic weapon.

He let go of his mind and let his muscles slowly relax.

With a bang, he felt extremely painful where the wind blade had hit him, as if someone was cutting his muscles with a knife, and he almost fainted.

With another bang, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Boom, boom, boom, Qingfeng felt like he was committing suicide, letting the wind blade fall and letting the endless pain come.

After a burst of wind blades, he immediately used his skills to repair his body.

In a blink of an eye, another burst of wind blades continued to fall, and the wind blades were endless and endless.

Half a day later, Qingfeng sat up, his whole body shining with golden light, and his injuries were completely healed.

So he lay down again, letting the wind blades torture him.

A few days later, Qingfeng stood up, and he didn't need to use any special force. The wind blades hit him, and there was no pain at all, not even a white mark left.

He continued to move forward, 400 meters.

The wind blades here were sharper and heavier, and Qingfeng continued to train with that method.

He would not continue to move forward until the wind blades could no longer leave any marks on him.

300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters...

Seven days later, Qingfeng stood only ten meters away from the Yuanshen Mountain.

The wind blades here had transformed into various weapons.

At this time, a transformed big knife chopped Qingfeng with a knife, and with a bang, Qingfeng was knocked out, and blood actually flowed from the place where he was cut, and the big knife left a cut on his body.

This was the first time he was injured, he touched the wound with his hand, and licked a little blood on his tongue with his hand.

Then a crazy smile appeared on his face.

If an ordinary Jindan cultivator was here at this moment, he would probably be cut in half.

But Qingfeng didn't care, he went straight back to the original place.

This time, the wind blade turned into a huge iron axe, and it was seen that it came with a force of ten thousand kilograms, and it chopped down from the air.

Qingfeng was not afraid, he raised his hands and waited.

With a loud bang, Qingfeng was smashed into the ground by the giant axe, and a deep pit several feet deep was smashed where he had just stood.

Blood spurted out from where Qingfeng was hit.

He was not afraid, and practiced for a while. When the injury healed, he walked up again.

Once, twice, three times, countless times...

Another three days passed, and Qingfeng's momentum at this moment was not only not weakened, but also more energetic. This is the special feature of the Tyrant Body Art, otherwise it cannot be called an ancient secret scroll.

He looked at the wind blade in front of him and sneered.

His mind recalled the highest mystery of the Tyrant Body Art and the general outline of Taoism in the secret scroll of the Heavenly Book. Suddenly, he moved in his heart, as if he thought of something.

Then he saw him practicing the skills, and countless mysterious talismans suddenly appeared on his body and circled around him. In a blink of an eye, these talismans flew back into his body and combined with his body.

Suddenly, his body was shining with golden light, and in a blink of an eye it returned to its original state.

"So that's it," Qingfeng said softly.

This time he came to the original place again, and a wind blade took shape, turning into countless flying swords, shooting towards him.

With a crackling sound, the body hit by those flying swords stood firm, and there was no trace of Qingfeng's body.

At this moment, he finally cultivated the Tyrant Body Art to perfection. ŴŴŴ.

At this moment, he stood there, letting the magic weapon flying sword of the Jindan cultivator cut him, but he couldn't hurt him at all.