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Looking at Lin Qingyuan with his eyes closed, Fang Heng said seriously.

"The way of martial arts, such as sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, so you don't necessarily have to bear it, it doesn't mean that I can't bear it."

Lin Qingyuan closed his eyes and replied, "And as long as I bear it, I guess I will get a lot of benefits." ”

"That's right."

Fang Heng nodded, "But you have to understand, perception is a person's business, and I can't help you at this point." ”

"I understand it perfectly."

Lin Qingyuan smiled suddenly, "And it's because I understand that I chose so." ”

Hearing this answer, Fang Heng was stunned for a moment, and the next moment a smile appeared on his face.

"Very good, since you have this belief, then I won't stop you, work hard."

Between the words, Fang Heng's head turned, no longer looking at Lin Qingyuan, but at the sword marks and fist prints on the mountain walls.

Lin Qingyuan didn't say anything more, and immediately sat down with his eyes closed and began to understand.

After looking at the sword marks on the mountain wall for a while, Fang Heng's eyes suddenly flashed, and the next moment, the sleeves of his robe waved suddenly.

A thick cyan brilliance erupted, and it entered those sword marks on the spot, this was Fang Heng's soul power.

Airplanes!

When this soul power touched the sword marks on the mountain wall, an invisible concussion sound began to sound, and the next moment, the swishing sword qi erupted from the mountain wall, condensed together, and formed a huge portrait.

The portrait shows a man holding two swords, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, as well as a line of vigorous and powerful characters.

"The crazy sword laughs at the common people, the legend of the heavenly realm, the yin and yang double swords in one hand are earth-shattering, the yang sword can cut all the tangible things in the world, the yin sword can cut all the invisible things in the world, the two swords are in hand, the yin and yang are combined, the heavenly realm comes and goes freely, no one can govern, this seat is fortunate to see this person kill the enemy, so with the soul memory, remember its form, hoping to use its sword intent to comprehend the true meaning of martial arts."

Seeing this line of words, Fang Heng's eyes shrank, he didn't expect that this Siwu Cave was actually the place of soul memory of this Shenwu, recording the martial arts artistic conception of other Shenwu powerhouses!

"No wonder as soon as the dust disperses, all kinds of vast martial arts meanings are emitted at the same time, it turns out that it is not a person's martial arts will."

Secretly, the next moment, Fang Heng's eyes showed a hint of joy.

For him, this is better, with his perfect bloodline and soul strength, even if he can't comprehend the subtleties in this martial arts will in one breath, but there is no problem with recording it, and he will go back in the future to understand it, no less than one more famous teacher to guide him.

With a wave of his palm, this huge picture was scattered, turning into cyan brilliance and entering Fang Heng's body.

This picture was originally composed of Fang Heng's soul power, and when it returned to his body at this moment, it naturally made him have a vast sword path artistic conception in his mind.

Without immediately sitting down to comprehend, Fang Heng's gaze looked at the fist prints and palm prints around him again.

"The sword mark is a divine martial artist in the memory of the soul of Emperor Zhan, that fist print, palm print, doesn't it also mean other divine martial powerhouses? If so, then all of them will be revealed, and they will all become my memories. ”

With a flash of his eyes, Fang Heng's robe sleeves swung out again, and even more intense soul power burst out, instantly covering the fist prints and palm prints on the mountain wall.

Buzzing!

The invisible vibration sound came out again, and two portraits carved with soul power appeared directly!

"Sure enough!"

Fang Heng was overjoyed in his heart, and his eyes immediately looked towards one of the portraits.

"What a dashing woman!"

As soon as he glanced at it, Fang Heng couldn't help but exclaim, there was a woman on this soul portrait, this woman was not beautiful, she was very ordinary, but next to her, there were countless corpses, and at the same time, she was holding a wine gourd in her hand, as if she couldn't see the corpses next to her at all, she drank the wine in the gourd!

Killing, drinking, and being like no one else, this kind of bearing, even a few men can do it, but now it is reflected in such an ordinary woman, such a contrast, shocking!

After looking at this woman for a while, Fang Heng turned his gaze and looked at a few lines of words on this picture.

"Don't be lonely with the wind, the rivers and lakes are far away, and the gods and martial arts are free! She is the fairy and god of the heavenly women! The hand-free palm method is mysterious and unpredictable, implying a heavenly opportunity, and it is extremely powerful! All the gods and martial arts in the heavenly realm are known and admired! This seat has always wanted to get close to it before his death, but unfortunately the whereabouts of this fairy are unpredictable, the last time she appeared was eight hundred years ago, and I don't know if she is dead or alive, but it is a pity, in desperation, this seat can only engrave the woman's previous form with the soul memory, talk about comfort. ”

Seeing this line of words, Fang Heng's eyes also showed emotion, he could feel the admiration of Emperor Zhan between the lines, he could make a Shenwu like this, how attractive was this woman with an ordinary face?

Shaking his head, Fang Heng waved his palm, and took this soul portrait back into his mind, he didn't know how attractive this Mo Xiaoyao was, what he knew was that the artistic conception of the palm in this picture was what he needed.

"Whew."

Exhaling deeply, Fang Heng's gaze looked at the third soul portrait again.

In this portrait, there is an old man dressed in black with an indifferent face.

As soon as he saw this old man, Fang Heng's body was shocked, and in the dark, he felt that this person was very familiar.

Look at the handwriting in this portrait again, "Kill the honor!" The first divine warrior killer of the ages! The heavenly realm sent more than 10,000 soul martial arts to kill it, but it was killed by it in one breath, one hand of the ancient mixed yuan fist, shocking the heavenly realm, in desperation, the heads of the heavenly realm, joined forces to attack, and finally killed this person, this seat did not reach the Shenwu before, but also fortunate to witness the power of this person, has been admired, after breaking through the Shenwu, he will depict his form in the soul, hoping to understand the true meaning of martial arts. ”

Seeing these words, Fang Heng's mouth opened suddenly.

"Kill the Zun? It turned out to be a killing honor! No wonder I'm so familiar! ”

Exclaimed in his heart, Fang Heng's Divine Soul Immortal Exercise Method was passed on to him by Killing Zun, at that time, Fang Heng's realm was just innate, breaking into the Dark Continent to rescue Xiao Linglong, and after experiencing all kinds of dangers, he finally obtained the Killing Zun inheritance in the inheritance land of the Cold Snow Demon Clan.

These things had been a long time ago, but now that they thought about it, it seemed like yesterday, making Fang Heng mutter.

After a while, Fang Heng shook his head, "I didn't expect that I didn't learn the martial arts of Killing Zun and the Ancient Mixed Yuan Fist, it seems that the original Killing Zun's soul was really weak, and he could only retain his own martial arts roots." ”

At the beginning, the Killing Venerable Soul in the Land of Cold Snow only had fragments, and Fang Heng also knew this.

Without thinking about anything, Fang Heng waved his hand and took back this soul portrait.

This portrait is not qualified for others, he is the most qualified to get, he is originally the heir of Killing Zun.

In the blink of an eye, the sword, palm, fist, and three martial arts artistic conceptions in the cave were absorbed by Fang Heng, and only one mark remained, which was not stimulated by him with the power of his soul.

This is a fingerprint, a fingerprint that does not highlight its aura very much, but steadily suppresses the artistic conception of other martial arts.

This artistic conception is very simple.

Steady!

Steady as a thousand mountains!

Immortals, demons? Overbearing? Mild?

Under this breath, everything is illusory.

It's powerful in nature, it's the lead in the dimension!

"The soul power I released just now can make Xiao Cangsheng, Mo Xiaoyao, and the martial arts artistic conception of Killing Zun show in one breath, but this fingerprint, there is no way to make it appear, from this point of view, the martial arts artistic conception contained in this fingerprint must be the strongest."

With a secret sound, Fang Heng's eyes also became serious.

"From this point of view, if I want this artistic conception to really appear, the only way to release all my soul power is to release it."

Bang!

Thinking in his heart, Fang Heng's body shook suddenly, and an incomparably rich cyan brilliance burst out from his body, infused into this fingerprint on the spot!

Fingerprints, no movement.

It's just that Fang Heng is still releasing his soul power, constantly pouring into it.

Finally, when his soul power was about to be exhausted, a buzzing sound came out, and a huge portrait that directly filled the entire cave began to appear!

"Whew, Whew......"

Seeing the portrait appear, Fang Heng also began to gasp rapidly, the soul power he released just now was really all he had, if the portrait appeared later, he would faint, but fortunately, in the last lesson, this portrait appeared.

After gasping for a while, Fang Heng's breath gradually calmed down, and his gaze looked at the portrait in the cave.

This portrait shows a young man dressed in white and sitting cross-legged under a pine tree.

This young man has a very ordinary appearance, nothing special, not handsome or ugly, and the white clothes on his body are not too dusty, just ordinary white.

There are only a pair of eyes, which are very bright.

Fang Heng looked at these eyes seriously.

The next moment, his body was shocked.

In these eyes, Fang Heng seemed to see the sun, moon and stars, rivers, lakes and seas, all living beings, and even more as if he saw the silence of everything returning to nothingness.

This young man seemed to be thinking about what the ultimate martial arts was, the nothingness after destruction, or the prosperity after creation?

Retracting his eyes, Fang Heng no longer looked at this young man.

He knew that this young man was really the most powerful.

Even if he hadn't seen the description of Emperor Zhan about him, he could see through the emotions in this young man's eyes how terrifying this person was.

Martial arts have been cultivated to a certain extreme, and the moves are no longer important, and the talent is not important.

What matters is one's heart.

What Fang Heng looks at is the soul.

The strength of Long Batian is that ultimate self.

Wang Taiyi is the ultimate destruction.

Xiao Junzi is the ultimate conceit.

This kind of mind, which is their deepest thing, has been planned as instinct.

This is their powerful source, motivation!

In this young man, what Fang Heng saw was curiosity, the most fundamental curiosity.

Just like a small baby, he is full of curiosity and exploration about everything in the world.

This youth is like that.

His martial arts have reached an extreme, and his strength has reached the limit.

He wondered what the road would be.

This is the most powerful place for this youth, and at the same time the most terrifying place!

"The reason why people are strong is that in addition to physical adaptability and mental wisdom, it is more instinct, the instinct of curiosity."

Fang Heng muttered to himself, "Curiosity, let people see more, make people progress, what you are thinking about now is the end of martial arts civilization, it is the unknown road, although I don't know you, but, you make me admire it very much." ”

"Next, let me see who you really are."

With a turn of his gaze, Fang Heng looked at the handwriting in this portrait solemnly.

"Left finger, the first day of the heavenly realm! The number one master in the heavenly realm! Since becoming famous, he has fought more than 100,000 battles without a single defeat, and at the same time, he only uses one finger against the enemy! Legend has it that before he arrived at Shenwu, he killed the strong man of Shenwu with one finger, and he was not convinced by it before his death, and he did not believe it, so he went to challenge him, but he was pointed out by him, and the five internal organs were destroyed, hate, hate, and obey! ”