pondered for a long time and gained nothing, which made Zhang He very helpless.

There is no doubt that whether it is for him or for the trapped army, this is a rare opportunity, Zhang He believes that whether it is him or the trapped army, as long as he can really learn this heaven-level Great Wilderness Fist, even if he can't break through again, his combat power will be greatly improved.

In this cruel cultivation world, strength represents a qiē, but opportunities and crises are always out of focus, so after pondering for a while, Zhang He decisively let the trapped army continue to practice boxing.

The trapping army that had been engaged in cultivation again was soon lost in the Great Wilderness Fist, and Zhu Fei was also quickly lost, and after carefully observing the trapping army for a while, and after determining that they should not fall into a death crisis, Zhang He also practiced the Great Wilderness Fist wholeheartedly.

The picture Zhang He saw was still a vague figure on an ordinary grass, practicing boxing with one move, not to mention using the stars as a weapon, this figure fist did not even have the slightest fluctuation of vitality, just like the morning exercise of ordinary adults in the Chinese secular world.

If there is a difference, it is that Zhang He noticed obvious traces of the Great Dao from the body of this figure, and this kind of Great Dao also obviously surpassed the Great Dao of the Law, as for whether it was the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, Zhang He was not very sure, because although he also condensed the law of the earth system, the whole process had nothing to do with him, and as soon as the law of the earth system was formed, he directly entered the inner world and completely lost his trace.

It is no exaggeration to say that although the law of the earth system is from him, at the moment, it has nothing to do with him, no, the law of the earth system has occupied his inner world.

Zhang He, who can't comprehend the gods, the only thing he can do is to follow the rhythm of the figure, without distractions, and practice the Great Wilderness Boxing one move at a time.

And as the drill continued, Zhang He soon had an abnormality of poor breathing, which made him couldn't help but be distracted again and glanced at the trapped army, and found that the situation of these guys had become more severe, the lightest reaction, the corners of his mouth were also overflowing with blood, and the most severe ones had begun to spray blood.

But fortunately, in addition to this, there was no other abnormality, which made Zhang He feel a lot more relieved, and then he followed the figure again without distraction to practice boxing, and as the drill continued, Zhang He finally gradually rose to a trace of enlightenment.

Force!

It turns out that the figure is taking advantage of the situation, or rather, taking advantage of the trend.

Mountains have mountain potential, water has water potential, wind has wind potential, everything in the world has its potential, follow the trend, take advantage of the situation, you can borrow everything in the world for your own use.

The momentum is no stranger to Zhang He, and the focus of the free wind is to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation, but compared with the martial arts practiced by the figure, the free wind is obviously several grades lower.

The potential is also the Tao, and the Tao is also the potential.

The laws of heaven and earth create the general trend of heaven and earth, the general trend of heaven and earth, and improve the laws of heaven and earth.

For a while, Zhang He fell into a strange situation, as if a second-grade student was studying the textbooks of the fifth year of primary school, as if he understood what he didn't understand, half understood and didn't understand, and he understood something, but he couldn't understand it thoroughly.

With the appearance of this strange realm, Zhang He also quickly felt a surge of qi and blood, and as the drill continued, he was like a trapped army, and the corners of his mouth quietly overflowed with blood, but he himself didn't notice it, and he gradually lost himself in his own perception and forgot about it.

Although he has been following the rhythm of the figures in the picture, as time passes, a qiē seems to have become instinctive, and as Zhang He becomes more and more proficient, the picture he sees has also changed, no longer a vague figure practicing boxing on the ground, but a figure suspended in the air at a height of 10,000 meters, swaying martial intent.

With a punch, the river fell into the sea, and with one foot, the sky collapsed.

Zhang He was still following the rhythm of the figure, practicing boxing techniques one move at a time, but as the drill continued, he also began to spurt blood, but he was completely immersed in a state of disorientation, but he didn't notice this, whether it was the surging of qi and blood, or the blood spraying wildly, a qiē didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Time is still losing unhurriedly in its unique rhythm, and Zhang He is still spurting blood, but the situation of the trapped army has become more severe.

Even Zhu Fei, who is a third-grade emperor, has cracks like spider webs on her fists and feet, as if she is not practicing boxing, but is under unimaginable terrifying pressure, shattering the skin of her whole body, and the ordinary trap army is even more miserable, not only the skin is cracked inch by inch, but even the internal organs and bones are full of cracks.

The best situation is Xiao Xuan, whose physical strength is comparable to Zhang He's, although his whole body is also covered with cracks, but it is much better than Zhu Fei.

What is puzzling is that these guys have obviously been hit hard, but their vitality has not weakened at all, and their aura has become stronger and stronger.

Zhang He has been completely lost, but as time passed, a trace of enlightenment quietly flashed in his eyes, and although his fists and feet did not have any divine yuan on them, the power of his fists and feet had reached an amazing Cheng dù, and every punch and kick were faintly fluctuating the traces of the Great Dao.

The realm of creation, the merit of creation, get a glimpse of the way of heaven; The realm of stepping on the sky can trample the heaven and earth under your feet.

If you want to be the supreme of the ninety-five, you will become the king of the anti-first.

If you want to step on the sky, you must first go against the sky.

Unconsciously, a trace of enlightenment quietly rose, and with the appearance of enlightenment, his aura immediately underwent an astonishing change, his fists and feet, immediately from the trend, taking advantage of the momentum, and gradually turned to move against the trend, and the trend he was reversing was still the general trend of heaven and earth, the general trend of heaven and earth in this space, and he didn't notice that with his practice, a mysterious force soon swarmed from all directions, as if to press him to the ground.

Under the suppression of this mysterious power, Zhang He's skin began to crack inch by inch, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the speed of his fists and feet became slower and slower, as if his hands and feet were tied to iron pieces weighing hundreds of millions of catties.

And as the movements slowed down, the speed of his martial arts performance finally gradually couldn't keep up with the speed of the figure, but fortunately, although he was unconscious, every movement of the figure was as clear as a knife carving in his mind, so that he could repeat the figure's movements in an orderly and step-by-step manner.

With the passage of time, Zhang He's situation is also like a trapped army, not only his skin is cracked inch by inch, but even the internal organs and bones have begun to appear dense cracks, and his situation is no different from that of the trapped army, his vitality has also strangely become more and more intense, and the breath on his body has become more and more powerful.

Zhang He was still fighting with the power of the Xuanzhi and Xuan, and in the trapped army, Xiao Xuan, Xiao Ao, Heavenly Demon Tiger, Qingfeng, Xenomorph Splitting Sky Bear, and Black-armored Rhino Green Bull quietly diffused a burst of misty gas, not only that, but with their first breakthrough, the misty qi sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, diffusing from one after another trapped army.

It didn't take long for the 20,000 trapped troops to break through to the emperor-level first grade, but everyone still didn't wake up, and they were still practicing one move at a time.

Zhu Fei, who is already an emperor-level third-grade master, has finally broken through and become a royal-level fourth-grade master, but she has not yet woken up, and she is still practicing the boxing techniques she sees without distraction.

Only Zhang He has not broken through for a long time.

With the passage of time, the completely lost trap army actually broke through a small level again, and the strange thing is that after this breakthrough, the trap army woke up one after another, and once they woke up, they could no longer see the picture of the figure performing martial arts, not only that, but even the handwriting on the gate of creation was lost.

Zhu Fei and Zhang He were still practicing their boxing without distraction, but fortunately, the trapped army who woke up could clearly remember what they had experienced, so although Zhang He and Zhu Fei were extremely miserable, the trapped army did not make any sound.

After a long time, Zhu Fei also quietly woke up, but unfortunately failed to break through again.

Only Zhang He is still practicing boxing one move at a time, and the magic is that the power of the mystery and the mystery is obviously still swarming from all directions of this space, but the 20,000 trapped troops, including Zhu Fei, are all unaware of this, and they are all staring at the blood with worried faces, like a handsome Shura who is bathed in blood.

Zhang He is still desperately fighting against that kind of mysterious and mysterious, but it is so real, like a desperate lion trapped in a cage, desperately trying to break through this cage.

Again and again, again and again, failure; Failure after failure, effort after effort.

And so on and so forth, until he finally blasted open the cage.

A punch was thrown, the sky was wide, and it seemed that there was no longer a god horse that could stop him from moving forward, so that the unconscious Zhang He instinctively let out a shocking roar, but before the roar fell, he woke up leisurely, and the picture and handwriting also disappeared.

Succeeding against the sky, but unable to step on the sky, it is a half-step pseudo-holy realm.

Zhang He, who suddenly woke up, could clearly feel his own state, but what surprised him was that this time, the enlightenment of martial arts was completely **, and it had nothing to do with Hongmeng's pregnant god, and there was no integration between the two.

What's going on here?

In the silent murmur, Zhang He couldn't help but fall into deep thought

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