God-slaughtering King

One day of practice is equal to one month of hard practice.

Nanmen Maple obviously felt that his cultivation was about to break through the eight fold of Rongtian realm.

Blink for seven days. Equivalent to seven months of hard work.

The cultivation of Nanmen maple is impressively promoted to the nine peak state of rongtianjing. It is only one step away from becoming a strong person in huatianjing.

Bai Yimeng, too, stepped into the nine peaks of rongtianjing one step earlier than him. His breath is very thick and solid, a sign that he can break through at any time.

Looking at Bai Yimeng still practicing with her eyes closed, nanmenfeng stopped practicing and protected the Dharma for Bai Yimeng.

After half a day, a strong breath broke out from Bai Yimeng, which is the sign of breakthrough.

Nanmen Maple's mind tightened. After several hours, Bai Yimeng slowly opened her eyes and smiled and blinked at Nanmen maple.

Change the heaven!

Bai Yimeng made a successful breakthrough. Then Bai Yimeng felt the speed of cultivation, which was much slower than before. Even if he wanted to make another breakthrough by taking advantage of the time flow array and treasures, he was afraid that it would be difficult to achieve it without a month of hard cultivation.

Seeing that Bai Yimeng insisted on no longer practicing, nanmenfeng had to practice.

One day later, Nanmen Maple also successfully broke through to Huatian territory. Even the mink also broke through to Tianjie monster. The three white wolves were only one step away from becoming Tianjie monster.

Buzz!

Boom.

Just as they were about to go out of the cave, they only heard bursts of roaring outside. After going out and looking, Feng at the south gate was surprised to see that the whole ancient sect gate had countless prohibition arrays flashing, and more people came out.

Kill!

The cry of killing rushed into the sky, and more than a dozen residual souls rushed towards the South Gate maple.

The South Gate Maple snorted coldly and blew out a fist, which turned into more than a dozen fist shadows to kill these residual souls in an instant. However, after a few breaths, more than a dozen people gathered again not far away, and then rushed over bravely and fearlessly.

Nanmen Maple's face sank. After killing these remnant souls again, he looked at Bai Yimeng and turned into streamer and flew towards the mountain in the distance.

"Eh, there is no remnant soul there!"

Constantly kill the remnant soul, and even a remnant soul at the peak of huatianjing continued to kill, and was repulsed by Nanmen Maple again and again. Suddenly, Nanmen Maple saw that there was no remnant soul on a mountain nearby, and immediately flew over with Bai Yimeng.

After falling, there was no remnant soul coming, and the two people were a little relieved.

"According to the dream, it's safe here for the time being. Let's avoid here now and go out after the array subsides."

Nanmen Feng thought and counted.

Bai Yimeng nodded.

Now they have been in the God tomb for several months, but these months have greatly improved their cultivation to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Listen to the patriarch of zongmen, the God tomb has only been opened for half a year, and there is still more than a month left."

Bai Yimeng whispered.

"Well, maybe we'll have a better chance this month. Maybe we can go further."

Nanmen Feng said with a smile, and Bai Yimeng also laughed.

Even if they go out now, they both think it's worth it!

Then the two men and the mink ate the fruit and watched the residual shadows appearing below rush into the sky.

One day later, there was no sign that the array of the ancient sect had dissipated.

"According to my dream, I went around before. There is a cave halfway up the mountain. Maybe there are treasures. Let's go and have a look."

Nanmen Feng said.

Bai Yimeng naturally has no opinion.

There is no prohibition in the cave, and the furnishings inside are very simple. There are two stone houses, one for meditation and cultivation, and the other is empty.

In a corner of the cave, there was a corpse. The bones of the corpse were dark gold. The bones in the chest were shattered by the earthquake. It was obvious that his heart pulse was badly damaged before he died.

Looking at the corpse alone, Nanmen Feng felt that this man was at least a strong man above huatianjing.

Just when they were ready to leave, they saw the mink bouncing on Nanmen Maple's shoulder and flattering holding a ring inlaid with green gemstones in front of Nanmen maple.

"What is this? Where did you get the ring?"

Nanmen Feng took it curiously and asked casually.

The mink pointed to the corpse behind him. With a proud expression, he immediately amused Bai Yimeng.

Nanmen Feng didn't think much. The divine sense on the ring had long disappeared under the erosion of years, releasing a wisp of divine sense and drilling into the ring without any obstacles.

Buzz!

The next moment, Nanmen Feng's face suddenly changed, and his breathing became urgent.

I saw the ring burst into dazzling green light, and then condensed a vortex in front of me, breaking out a powerful suction force.

"Back off!"

Nanmen Feng pulled Bai Yimeng and was about to dodge away, but it was still a step late.

Ice field!

Tianjie lower martial arts: Yanyue Jue!

However, no matter what means Nanmen Maple uses, it won't help under the vortex. He watched helplessly and was soon sucked in.

"Yimeng!"

After Nanmen Feng handed the mink to Bai Yimeng, he broke out all his accomplishments and slapped Bai Yimeng.

With the help of this force, Bai Yimeng can break away from the vortex, but can only watch the maple in the south gate be sucked into the vortex.

Buzz!

The vortex disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared, leaving Bai Yimeng and the mink standing in place.

The mink kept babbling. It seemed that he knew he had made a mistake. His eyes were red. Bai Yimeng's eyes were also in tears and tried not to stay.

"Mink, believe me, nanmenfeng, he won't die! He won't!"

For a long time, Bai Yimeng recovered her composure. Under her cold face, there were only slightly reddish eyes, but there was a firm color in her eyes.

That is the trust of Nanmen Maple!

After being sucked in by the vortex, the South Gate Maple falls into a gray space. There are nine pairs of murals on the wall of the space. The murals depict nine human figures, and each person's actions are different.

It feels like seeing the most primitive martial arts murals.

"The yuan force here is very strong. What are these murals? Is it the test set by a strong man?"

Nanmen Feng frowned. He didn't immediately check the murals. After looking around carefully, he found nothing except the murals.

"Is it really a test?"

Nanmen Maple lowered his head slightly.

Then a wisp of divine consciousness was separated and integrated into the first mural.

Buzz!

Closely following Nanmen Feng's eyes, he saw a figure practicing some martial arts. The complexity of martial arts is not very difficult. Nanmen Feng only saw it for a few eyes.

After a set of martial arts was displayed, Nanmen Maple seemed to have a clear understanding and began to practice with him.

"This is the secret of body refining!"

When Nanmen Maple's divine sense retreated from the mural, his eyes glittered with fine light.

This body refining secret skill is different from the nine changes of gods and demons he practiced. The nine changes of gods and Demons depend on external materials to change his constitution, and this body refining secret skill actually needs to condense blood in the body.

The first layer needs to condense nine blood species, and then it is regarded as successful cultivation.

"What a strange secret."

Nanmen Feng frowned slightly. He was not sure if there were any sequelae after he fell to the ground after practicing the secret skill. Now he can't get out, so he can only try to practice it.

Just when nanmenfeng began to practice the first layer of secret arts, there was another voice of vicissitudes in his mind.

"Within ten days, those who fail to cultivate the first layer of jiucang secret skill will be destroyed!"

The last word was simple, but it sounded like death roaring in his mind, and even the consciousness of resistance could not rise.

"Ten days!"

The maple face in the South Gate showed a dignified color. Without hesitation, he began to practice directly.

To condense blood, you need to nourish it with your own blood and plant it at the nine most important acupoints of the palm.

In the first layer, he had clearly understood how to condense blood seeds, so it took only three days to successfully plant them. When nine blood seeds were planted, Nanmen Maple obviously felt a resonance in his own blood, seemed to be jubilant and raised a level.

"My power!"

Nanmen Maple felt the blood power in his body, which was obviously twice as strong as before, especially the power of his right hand, which increased tenfold.

"What a powerful jiucang secret skill!"

The Maple Road in the South Gate gave a sound.

"Within a month, those who fail to practice the second layer of jiucang secret skill will be destroyed!"

Although he was prepared, when he heard the voice of the vicissitudes of life, Nanmen Maple was still tight in his heart for no reason.

Without much thought, nanmenfeng then looked at the second mural and immersed himself in it.

The second mural is more complex. There are 99 blood species that need to be condensed, which are all over the acupoints of the limbs.

……

On the 19th day, nanmenfeng successfully practiced the second layer of jiucang secret skill and planted 99 blood species at each acupoint of his limbs.

"What a powerful blood force!"

When the cultivation was successful, Nanmen Maple obviously felt that the blood of the whole body was boiling, such as hot boiling water constantly bubbling.

Even the body surface of Nanmen Maple condenses a light blood mist.

Now, nanmenfeng feels that he can blow up the strong in huatianjing with one punch.

"Within three months, those who fail to cultivate the third layer of jiucang secret skill will be destroyed!"

Nanmenfeng was already ready. After hearing the prompt sound, his divine consciousness sank directly into the third mural.

……

There is no time for cultivation. In a twinkling of an eye, three years have passed.

Nanmen Feng has been in this gray space for three years. Now he has cultivated jiucang secret skill to the seventh floor!

The blood of the whole body changed from blood red to light gold!

Now he doesn't know how much blood has been planted in his body. Although his cultivation is still focused on transforming heaven, even those who are strong in heaven will be frightened when they see the energy contained in his body.

When the seventh level cultivation was successful, there was no prompt sound in his mind. Nanmen Feng breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to be forced to practice all the time.

The feeling of death chasing after him made nanmenfeng never rest for three years.

After resting for a long time, when the essence and spirit recovered to the peak, nanmenfeng separated his divine consciousness again and integrated into the eighth mural.

"I need to plant 990000 blood species."

Nanmen Maple's heart sank.

Now he has planted blood seeds very fast. He can plant another blood seed, 990000 blood seeds, in a few breaths. At least it takes several months without sleeping.

……

More than two months later, the blood of Nanmen Maple resonated again, and most of the blood became golden.

When Nanmen Maple separated his divine consciousness into the ninth mural and fully understood the ninth layer of jiucang's secret art, a figure slowly condensed in front of him.

Nanmen Feng's eyes twinkled at the old man in front of him. The old man was kind-hearted and had no breath. He was like an ordinary old man in the countryside, giving people a feeling of amiability.