Chapter 18: Battle Emperor Fist

"Meiqi, Lingyue, the two of you calculate which one costs less resources compared to upgrading the Sun and Moon Magic Skill or re-enacting a more advanced supernatural power. After a moment, the White Bone Spirit whispered.

"Wait a minute. Lingyue replied, and began to calculate carefully with Meiqi. It didn't take long for her to speak again: "After our careful calculations, it costs less resources to re-perform an exercise that is more suitable for you. Because the Sun and Moon Demon Skill is already a genius-like idea within the saint-level exercises, it is more difficult to go further than to create an excellent practice all over again. ”

"Then deduce a true god-level exercise for me, and the energy can be deducted from the crystal. The Bone Spirit commanded.

As soon as his words fell, Dao streamers flew out of the crystal and dissipated into the space of the middle dantian out of thin air.

At the same time, in the Phantom World, above the pool of Creation Essence, layers of water mist surrounded and flew up, and within the water mist, golden thunder was conceived and collided in it, and the power of life and death rotated back and forth.

"White bones, the soul left the body and entered the mist. After a long time, when the power in the mist gradually stabilized, Meiqi said in a deep voice.

At that moment, the white bone spirit soul came out of the body, broke through the space and came to the sky above the Creation Essence Pool, and burrowed into the mist.

In the mist, the golden thunder was like a shark that smelled fishy, and instantly pounced on the white bone spirit, piercing his soul.

I don't know how long it took, but a thunderbolt that had been lurking in the white bone spirit soul for a long time suddenly flew out and evolved into a golden character in the void.

It took a lot of resources and time to calculate the first character of the exercise, which made Bai Gujing deeply realize that the calculation of the exercise was an extremely long process, and then completely settled down and waited for the flowers to bloom.

Time flies, three years in an instant.

One day, in the mist, the soul with closed eyes suddenly opened its eyes, and the bright light of the Tao shone in these eyes, like the starry sky at night.

"All the laws in the world are like clouds, I should break ......them with one punch" Bai Gujing thought that so many resources had been spent, and all the characters deduced were the true meaning of the Immortal Sutra, but he never thought that the sentence at the beginning of this scripture was actually this.

Skipping this somewhat domineering sentence, Bai Gujing continued to look down, but saw that below was a specific power running route, as well as the general outline and essentials of boxing.

"Fist Technique, give full play to the potential of the Nine Demon Body?" Keeping all the true intentions in mind, the White Bone Spirit did not rush to practice, and muttered softly.

"You have the bloodline of the Chaos Demon God, and you have practiced the Nine Demon Body, a secret technique of refining the body, and your body is your most powerful weapon. This set of boxing techniques is the specific way to use weapons. Lingyue said.

The white bone spirit shook his head, looked inward at the middle dantian, and looked at the crystal block that had shrunk four or five times.

sighed slightly in my heart, in the end, it was a pity. This crystal originally gathered the power inheritance of many strong people, and it was the size of a watermelon at the beginning. As a result, after being forcibly devoured by the old Jiao, part of it was integrated into the Jiao's body, and the other part was destroyed by the explosion of the old Jiao, so much energy was destroyed, so that the white bones were only the size of a thumb cover, and the energy lost in it was not calculated.

"You still can't be too greedy. After a while, the White Bone Spirit collected his mood, calmed his heart, and began to practice this boxing technique.

For six months, the white bone spirit practiced the boxing secrets wholeheartedly, constantly squeezing the sun and moon magic power and the nine ghost magic power in the body, refining and fusing these two forces repeatedly, and gradually forming a new force.

When this force appeared, the temperament of the white bone spirit changed drastically, and an unyielding belief in fighting the heavens and the earth took root in the depths of his mind.

"Fighting the heavens and the earth, fearless, this set of boxing methods is called ...... Battle Emperor Fist!" Bai Gu carefully moved, and the strength of the Battle Emperor Fist suddenly rushed like a roar of the angry sea, at this moment, his whole body exuded a golden light, the momentum was like a prison, the pressure was like a mountain, and there was a terrifying aura in his fists.

It's a pity that in this underground palace, no living beings can test his fist for him.

After calming the riotous fist power in his body, the white bone spirit continued to devour the crystal stone in the middle dantian, preparing to break through the holy realm.

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What is a saint?

In the three thousand worlds, the immeasurable small worlds, the saints are beings who stand at the top of the food chain. Knowing everything and everything, the world, looking at the past, present, and future in the eyes, and performing time and space, life and death, and reincarnation in the palm of your hand.

As soon as the mind moves, there is a change in the way of heaven, infinite and immeasurable, no birth and no destruction, returning to the void, gathering or dispersing, not being born and not dying, not grinding for thousands of eons, transcending time and space, cause and effect do not touch their bodies, swimming outside things, not based on the reincarnation of time and space, and eternal and eternal.

But in the midst of chaos, in this highest hall of the heavens and all worlds, the saint is only a realm, and it is also a low-level realm. Even if it is like the Dharma in the vast world, it will never be extinguished, but it is just cannon fodder here.

Because there is no Heavenly Dao in the chaos at all, no matter how high the cultivation is, it is impossible to exist forever.

However, despite this, the process of practice has always remained the same. Preaching the Tao with strength, beheading three corpses, and preaching the Tao with merit, these three avenues are still the methods leading to the Holy Realm.

Without exception, the White Bone Spirit, who had practiced the Battle Emperor Fist, decisively chose the first method to prove the Tao with his strength.

This is not a vast world, so there is no way to challenge the way of heaven. The White Bone Spirit had no choice but to continuously compress the strength of his fist in the process of cultivating the Battle Emperor Fist, and the amount of his fist changed to produce a qualitative change, forcibly breaking into the Holy Realm.

This process is painful, and both the spirit and the body are suffering from the reaction of the collision of forces at every moment.

After a few years, the Bone Spirit's body began to crack, at first, the fist would break once every week, and later, as soon as the fist force began to run, the body would explode into a point of light.

The white bone spirit tirelessly repeated this process, and in the reciprocation that was almost reincarnation, the power in the body changed dramatically.

It wasn't until a long time had passed that the White Bone Spirit finally stopped practicing. At this moment, all the fist power flowing in his body was promoted to the holy level, surging like an ocean, as if it was inexhaustible.

The white bone spirit stood up from the dark air, and with a movement of his mind, he flew out of the palace and came to the outside world through the teleportation array.

At noon, the sun was shining, the white bones were green and silky, his eyes were shining, and the golden light was shining on the surface of his body, competing with the sun.

The white bone spirit clenched his fists, and the fist mantra flashed in his heart. He was sure that if he was still in the sky, one punch would be enough to pierce the sky!