Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 Yangxin Pavilion.

　　 The smoke cloud transpires.

　　The heat of large stocks is surging.

　　 At the same time, there is a sense of coldness that fills the room.

　　 Ice and fire rushed, yin and yang collided, and various strange scenes evolved.

　　 Sometimes there are big fists like mountains, suppressing the world, unparalleled in the world!

　　 Sometimes the sun and the moon are in the same sky, the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the majestic picture rolls out!

　　 Sometimes there is a demon among the demons, sitting cross-legged for nine days, overlooking sentient beings, and infecting everything!

　　 Sometimes...

　　Zhao Mu meditated and practiced, carrying infuriating energy;

　　While smelting martial arts, turned it into his own use.

　　 The mystery of the eightfold mortal realm, only four words.

　　 Refining God, concentrating.

　　 temper the spirit and condense the will.

　　 turns invisible thoughts into tangible power.

　　 A character like the Taoist Lian Zhen Guan Changyun, now Zhao Mu glanced at him and died of convenience.

　　 This is the power of mind power.

　　 hit the soul directly and see the flaws.

　　 This kind of confrontation is far more dangerous than physical combat.

　　 In the competition, who has a more complete heart and a stronger will.

　　A little carelessness is a dead end, and there is no room for change.

　　 "It is not difficult for me to refine God."

　　There are spiritual martial arts such as "Tibetan Secret Intelligence Book" and "Black Heaven Book", and the method of practicing gods.

　　 It can be said that Zhao Mu wants to step into the Eighth Layer of the Mortal Realm with ease.

　　 But what he asked for was a matter of course.

　　 There is a saying in Buddhism, once he had an epiphany, he immediately became a Buddha.

　　 is not to explain a certain truth, or to abandon evil and do good, accumulate merits, and you can directly become a Buddha-like existence.

　　 is a metaphor, it is believed that as long as the spiritual realm is reached and the savings are deep enough, one can have the Buddha nature and the realization will be complete.

　　 Taoism and Confucianism have similar views.

　　 Accumulation over several lifetimes, accomplishment of merit.

　　 will be able to gain the Tao in one go, and soar in the day.

　　 "I have polished 1,432 thoughts, and I haven't reached the limit yet."

　　 The eyebrows of the ancestor's eyebrows, like the stars of the week, are arranged and formed.

　　 That is the mind that Zhao Mu has tempered.

　　 "Concentration...I have learned so much martial arts, and it will be really difficult to make all of them into my own for a while."

　　 Behind him, many martial arts manifested one by one, changing into many phantoms.

　　 Hongwu the Great, Li Chenzhou, Meng Chixing, the ancient **** Chiyou, the great master of the city of smoke, the ancient mausoleum died of smoke...

　　 Including, Niu Demon training power, Tiger Demon bone refining, Bing Xin Jue, Heavenly Sacred Code...

　　 These martial arts need to be absorbed, digested, and integrated into oneself.

　　 "Come slowly, this kind of thing can't be rushed."

　　Even if Zhao Mu couldn't wait to rush, promote himself to the innate great master, and then hammer over the six holy places.

　　 But he still restrained his inner restlessness, using Bing Xin Jue to keep calm.

　　 To challenge the world with one person's power, the Innate Grand Master is not enough.

　　 "Once upon a time, I valued Fanjing Jiu as my biggest goal."

　　 "I feel that if you become a master of martial arts, you can break free from the cage."

　　 "But as you go higher and higher, farther and farther, the towering mountains that were originally out of reach... Oh, I often say that Yun Shuyu's vision is narrow, so why not?"

　　 Zhao Mu is so introspective.

　　 He often reflects on these days, looking back at the past.

　　 Only in this way can I summarize my own mistakes and maintain a crystal clear and pure mind.

　　 It is impossible for people to do everything without error, and do everything.

　　 Since the imprinting of the emperor’s Wang Qi technique, it has penetrated the three talents of heaven, earth and man.

　　 Zhao Mu has become more and more aware of the truth of unpredictable nature, easy change of mountains and rivers, and indistinguishability of people's hearts.

　　 It is extremely difficult to grasp now.

　　 let alone fix the past and dominate the future.

　　 "Condense the will of martial arts... Let's start with "Mingshen Wudian"."

　　 Zhao Mu gathered his diverging thoughts.

　　 Qi and blood stimulate the ancestral orifice of the eyebrows.

　　 1,432 thoughts polished day and night, rubbing against each other, burst into light.

　　 turned into a sharp sword, beheading the phantom that the Great Emperor Hongwu transformed.

　　 Electricity and light lingered, thunder trembling.

　　 Thousands of times swiftly stabs, and constantly consumes the phases of the sun and the moon.

　　 Yuanyang and Xuanyin Erqi are the foundation of his thousand years of zhenqi.

　　 Among many martial arts, the most proficient.

　　 is also the easiest to destroy the spiritual imprint and turn it into one's own use.

　　 Gradually, the Great Emperor Hongwu, wearing a crown and dragon robe, turned into Zhao Mu's face.

　　It seems that he is the sun and moon saint king, the co-lord of the world, the only true dragon in the world!

　　 Between the opening and closing of the eyes, there are faint suns and moonlight flashing, shocking people.

　　 "What realm has your Royal Highness's martial arts reached?"

　　 Yun Shuyu standing outside the house, feeling the turbulent air from inside, his expression is complicated.

　　 She felt that her narrow vision was slowly being broadened by the young ten prince.

　　 Before meeting Zhao Mu, Yun Shuyu never thought that there would be strange martial arts directly practicing gods in this world.

　　 would never have thought that there would be a great congenital master who was only fifteen years old.

　　 If you don’t know, break through the tenth mortal realm and achieve the difficulty of martial arts.

　　 She might even think that the young ten prince has reached the top of the world and is proud of the world.

　　 "The world is changing. Your Royal Highness is like a real dragon. Once it rises into the sky, it will shock the world!"

　　 Yun Shuyu thought so.

　　 She once read a story.

　　 said that there is a strange bird in the world, silent.

　　 No matter how much he makes a fuss, he doesn't say a word.

　　 So unchanged, three years have passed.

　　 One day, this bird spread its wings and soared into the sky.

　　 The sound of a long cry, the echo of heaven and earth, shocked the world.

　　 "I have been imprisoned in the deep palace since I was a child, for fifteen years of forbearance, just for the moment the Qianlong came out of the abyss."

　　 Yun Shuyu's eyes flickered, as if he had witnessed the mental journey of that majesty for more than ten years with his own eyes.

　　 About two hours in the past, Zhao Mu walked out of Yangxin Pavilion slowly.

　　 After this polishing, his breath is more restrained and extremely mellow.

　　 At first glance, I can't even feel it exists.

　　 This is what the saint said, and the light is the same as the dust.

　　 "Your Highness, the clothes and hot water are ready."

　　 Yun Shuyu said softly.

　　 She knows that practicing God consumes more energy and energy than practicing boxing.

　　 Seeing Zhao Mu who was soaked in sweat, he hurriedly leaned forward ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to untie the other party's robe and take off his shirt.

　　 The cold and pretty face that has always been cold, still has a look of expectation.

　　 "Go out."

　　 Zhao Mu let it be done, then sat in the tub, and said blankly.

　　 This woman is good at everything, but sometimes she has an obsessive look that makes her a little unbearable.

　　 "Don't your Highness need to serve?"

　　 Yun Shuyu was very disappointed, as if his expectations were lost.

　　 "Where do you look like serving people?"

　　 Zhao Mu frowned.

　　 The imperial son of the Dasu Dynasty, no matter how frustrated.

　　 is also a comfortable life in which there is no worries about eating and drinking, and good food.

　　 Just like Yun Shuyu’s fathers, they set sail early to leave China’s Middle Earth.

　　 Relying on exchanges with people of foreign countries and overseas casual repairs.

　　 opened a large Yun's firm and accumulated countless wealth.

　　 If it were not for Yun Shuyu, he insisted on coming back and returning to China.

　　 Then leaked the sound of the wind, and then he was caught alive by the Black Dragon Terrace.

　　 fell into prison and fell into the hands of the prince.

　　 Yun Shuyu, who has had no shortage of food and clothing since childhood, has no other means of serving people except for cooking tea.

　　 "It turns out that His Royal Highness dislikes me for being unsympathetic..."

　　 Yun Shuyu suddenly realized that she used to hear her mother say that a woman wants to learn some tricks to please her in her boudoir.

　　 I didn't care about it at that time, but now I want to regret it.

　　 "But I will have to make up more lessons in the future."

　　 Yun Shuyu couldn't help but glanced at His Royal Highness's pure body, then slowly withdrew and closed the door.

　　 "In half a month, it will be the birthday feast of the emperor."

　　 Zhao Mu, who was soaking in the tub, slowly closed his eyes, as if to fall asleep.