Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

"Do you all want me to die? It's a pity that I can't die!"

In a restaurant somewhere in Chu State, Wei Fan and Ji Qingyue communicated for a while and put down their belt cards.

The two did not meet up. He killed too hard in this battle. Eighteen demon kings including the demon king Tianqing Demon King, the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect, and the Little Ape King were slaughtered by him. Things happened everywhere. The king-level battle showed how angry the demon side was and wanted to eat him alive.

If you can't find him, you'll probably take it out on someone related to him.

In this case, even if the Xuanhe Sect's Holy Son, Little Ape King and other monsters are killed, the Yunhua Sect's disciples cannot go back to their original places. If the Demon King does not respect martial ethics and attacks ordinary warriors, it will be over. .

The 70,000 to 80,000 fled disciples needed to be gathered and found a new place to settle down, and Ji Qingyue was too embarrassed to leave his fellow disciples to come to Wei Fan at this time.

And Wei Fan doesn't plan to take the initiative to find Ji Qingyue. Now that he has completed his cultivation at the Martial Lord realm and has sufficient reserves of skills, finding a place to break through King Martial is the most important thing.

When he becomes King Wu, there is no problem in knocking down the mountain gate of Xuanhe Sect and making it a residence for Yunhua Sect. But at this time, if he goes to find people from Yunhua Sect, he will not be able to help much.

The demons did not dare to start a full-scale war with the human race. Wei Fan killed so many demon lords and even the Azure Demon King.

Without knowing who killed Demon King Tianqing, the demons did not dare to act rashly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she pretended to be killed and disappeared for a while, so that people with bad intentions could jump out. When she came back as King Wu, she would surprise these people who were jumping up and down.

"What a nice view!"

"Fairy!"

…

Suddenly, the diners in the restaurant became commotion, and they all looked outside. They saw a peerless woman who seemed to have stepped out of a scroll slowly walking into the restaurant.

After the woman entered the restaurant, she walked straight to Wei Fan and sat down.

Fenghua!

That mysterious female warrior queen from outside the wasteland!

Wei Fan frowned slightly: "Did you do something to me?"

In order not to be found by the Demon King, he not only restrained his aura, but also changed his appearance, but Fenghua still found him easily.

Feng Hua raised her beautiful eyes and raised her nose: "I heard that the demon set up a trap to kill you. I was worried that something would happen to you and flew all day long to come here. Why do you doubt me so much?"

Even if one of Wei Fan managed to defeat the Ji Wus, she felt that the odds were against her and rushed to rescue Wei Fan. It was no wonder that everyone in the world felt that Wei Fan was doomed.

Wei Fan said expressionlessly: "What then?"

Feng Hua was a little annoyed. He flipped his wrist and a token appeared: "The communication token I gave you is a mother-and-son combination. They can sense each other. You can also use the token in your hand to sense my location."

Wei Fan took out the sign given by Feng Hua and activated it, and as expected, he vaguely sensed the location of another sign.

"Now you believe it. If you think I'm using this thing to spy on you, you can throw it away!"

Feng Hua was a little angry, and Wei Fan put away his waist badge expressionlessly: "Want to have something to eat? I'll treat you!"

Fenghua shook his head: "Don't eat it!"

Wei Fan slowly put down his chopsticks, dropped the money, and walked out of the restaurant.

Fenghua followed step by step: "Where are you going?"

"Just take a walk!" Wei Fan said.

He said it was just for a casual walk, but he kept leaving the city and walking outside.

"Where are the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect, the Little Ape King, and the Little Lion King? How did you get rid of those monsters and monsters!"

Feng Hua finally couldn't help but asked out of curiosity. She came here overnight because she thought Wei Fan was dead and didn't want Wei Fan in front of her to be fine. She was drinking and eating leisurely, as if she had been rumored to have been killed. A group of demon elites ambushed and killed others.

Wei Fan didn't look back: "Kill them, and there will be no killing situation!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Hua's face was filled with emotion: "You killed all eighteen demon lords, how could it be possible..."

She had a look of disbelief on her face. Although she had never seen demons such as the Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect, the Little Ape King, and the Little Lion King, she naturally understood the existence of the Son of the Demon King and the Holy Son of the Holy Sect.

And to kill one person in such a big battle, Xuanhe Sect must at least prepare a royal soldier to hold down the battle to ensure nothing goes wrong.

But under such circumstances, it was Wei Fan who killed the demons instead. How did he do it? Even if the golden body is nine times forged, it won't work.

"This turns out to be the truth behind the king-level battle!"

Many people thought that the demon hunter organized a war between King Wu and the Demon King, and it was the Demon King who organized King Wu to rescue Wei Fan. It turned out that the son of the Demon King and the Holy Son of the Holy Sect were slaughtered, and the Demon King was so angry that the war broke out.

"Miss Fenghua, I still have some things to deal with. I will come back to you when I break through King Wu!"

Wei Fan left without wanting to tell him that he was going to break through King Wu.

Fenghua came thousands of miles away when she heard something happened to him, not because she really had any friendship with him, but because she was worried that something happening to him would delay her affairs.

After all, he has to rely on the panel to break through. When he hears that he is going to attack the King of Martial Realm, Fenghua will most likely offer to help him protect the law, but it is difficult to refuse.

"Nine Refinements of the Golden Body!"

Feng Hua looked at Wei Fan's disappearing back in shock. With a flash of Wei Fan's Qi, she captured Wei Fan's cultivation.

She came from a normal world outside the wasteland, and she had seen geniuses like those from across the river, but Wei Fan's speed still shocked her.

This is not in the outside world, but in the wasteland, a land of collapse. This kind of improvement speed is not normal even in the outside world, let alone a land of collapse where martial arts is not obvious and the energy is thin.

"What a monster. If he were one of the disciples of the Holy Sect in the outside world and had the sect's resources at his disposal, he would have become rampant all over the world!"

Fenghua was amazed and walked away.

Before the Dao Collapse, the wasteland was one of the world's supreme holy places for cultivation, the place where Qi Daozhen attained enlightenment, and one of the most prosperous areas in the world.

People in the wasteland didn't know the past here, but she knew that there were many places here that were highly praised by warriors. Now she was exploring these places, maybe she could find out the legendary Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm.

If she hadn't been worried that Wei Fan would be killed, which would affect the time and cost of going to that place, she wouldn't have wasted any time in coming.

…

Wei Fan found a natural cave in a mountain with a strong spiritual energy and got into it. He used his strength to grab a huge boulder and blocked the entrance of the cave, leaving a ray of will to prevent anyone from intruding. He entered the depths of the cave and pulled a convex rock. He flattened the huge boulder he had raised, sat on it and opened the panel:

[Golden Body·Nine Refinements (100%)]

[The Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm·The First Transformation (Perfection)]

[Zixuan Martial Classic·Martial King Chapter (not yet started)]

[Purple Realm Splits the Sky (Not yet started)]

[Preliminary explanation of formations (not yet started)]

…

[Normal power: 540,000 years]

[Gold Body Skill: 1490]

He carefully looked at the panels one by one and had some concerns in his mind.

"I don't know if my golden body skills can continue to improve!"

There were too many demon kings killed this time, and a demon king was needed. The golden body skills accumulated for more than a thousand years would be wasted if they couldn't be used.

Especially the Azure Demon King, who was supposed to be able to unleash the power of the Martial King, but because he was still a Martial Lord, he only had the power of the Golden Body, and it would be a big loss if he couldn't use it.

The panel started to flash:

[With one year of golden body skills, your golden body has already reached the nine-refinement perfection, but you think the golden body may still be stronger...]

Within Wei Fan's body, the true energy began to circulate, tempering his limbs and bones.

As the golden body skill was consumed, his strength increased a little, but it was not obvious. At most, his foundation became more solid and his origin became more powerful.

The increase in strength is almost negligible.

Even if one hundred years of golden body skills have been consumed, the improvement in strength is not significant.

"In other words, the completion of the Nine Refinements is indeed the limit of the Golden Body. There is no such thing as the Ten Refinements of the Golden Body!"

Coming to the conclusion, Wei Fan didn't stop. He didn't stop until more than a thousand years of golden body skills were used up, and the golden body still didn't change much!

"It is true that there is no such thing as the tenth training of the golden body. Otherwise, the effect of nearly 1,500 years of golden body skills, even if the technique is wrong, would not be so weak."

The golden body has reached its limit. If we want to make further progress in the realm of martial master, we can only start from the soul.

"The second transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm, I don't know what the soul will become like!"

Wei Fan closed his eyes, and while sinking his consciousness into his soul, his thoughts began to add power to the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm.

[With one year of skill, your martial arts realm has reached its limit. There is no way to improve your cultivation. You have begun to practice the second transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm. I hope your soul can undergo a second transformation...]

…

The Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm, unparalleled martial arts. In the past, Qi Daozhen only cultivated to the seventh transformation and became invincible in the world, overwhelming the demons and monsters.

More than 10,000 years later, his martial arts has not collapsed yet, and he has turned the wasteland, the former holy land of martial arts practice, into a desolate land.

Wei Fan has already completed the first transformation of his soul, so for him now, there is no such thing as whether he has entered the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm or not.

In the void space of the sea of ​​consciousness, Wei Fan Yuanshen has a black and yellow cauldron, a tiger sword, a dragon sunset bow and other magical weapons above his head, and his face is full of treasures and solemnity.

As his skill increased, the sound from the sky filled the sea of ​​consciousness, but his soul did not seem to react, and he still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Wei Fan was not in a hurry. The first transformation took more than 30,000 years of skill. This time, he had more than 50 years of skill. He had a lot of skill consumption, and the most he could do was spend more time.

He was immersed in consciousness, listening to the mysterious sounds of heaven, completely unaware of the passage of time and skill.

Gradually, the heavenly voice he heard became clearer and louder, and a mysterious aura began to circulate in his soul, a microscopic trace emerged.

At the same time, the mysterious weapons such as the Xuanhuang Cauldron above the Yuanshen seemed to be infected, and they also emitted a mysterious aura.

Wei Fan had already forgotten everything about the outside world, even his cultivation, and was completely immersed in Tianyin.

His soul showed an expression of intoxication. He didn't know when, his soul began to grow strands of things, encapsulating his soul bit by bit, forming a big golden cocoon. .

At this time, Wei Fan no longer had any consciousness, and his whole body seemed to be asleep, allowing his soul to transform independently.