With Yang Fan's sluggishness, the black room fell into darkness again, the whole room was dark and terrifying, and a cloud of death shrouded the room.

Everyone knows that people who stay in this dark room don't go crazy in a few days, go crazy after that, and die slowly after that. The blood stains on this wall were left by those who had been imprisoned in this place, and they pounded the wall frantically when they went berserk; With their heads, with their feet, with their hands, only the pleasure of pain can make them realize that they are still alive and still existing.

"Hey, why is there still no sound? Is it crazy? The small iron door was opened again, and the prison guard couldn't help but muttered when he noticed that it was so quiet inside.

"Hahaha" When he was about to close the small iron door, a wild laugh rang out.

When he heard this laughter, the prison guard hurriedly closed the small iron door, how fast should the action be after employment, for fear that this Yang Fan would go crazy and leave his hand inside.

"I didn't expect this to be so bad, I haven't been crazy for a day, I'm afraid it won't be long before I can collect the body." The prison guard shook his head and left, his expression did not change in the slightest, he was afraid that he had seen enough of these scenes, and the death of people in this first prison was a sparse and ordinary thing, and there was no fuss.

"Hahaha, break the void, break the void." At this time, Yang Fan jumped around like a madman, and the laughter was as terrifying as it was.

Breaking the void, what is this, and why does it make him so happy?

"Wow, it hurts!"

Suddenly, he accidentally hit the ceiling, the ceiling in this dark room was not as high as his body, not to mention that now he was desperate to jump up, how could he not hit this ceiling?

In his mind was a strange recipe and the origin of it. The Breaking Void Recipe was founded by Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang, when he broke the void and ascended, and was sealed in a piece of jade pendant, but this jade pendant appeared in Yang Fan's hands by chance.

Everything is a coincidence, Yang Fan coincidentally wore this jade pendant around his neck for many years, and slowly contaminated this jade pendant with his breath. It is precisely because of the coincidence that this jade pendant will be opened because of a drop of the blood of the best and the most evil, and it is precisely because of the coincidence that he will have this secret to breaking the void.

Zhang Sanfeng, Song and Yuan dynasties, a famous Taoist priest of the Ming Dynasty, his birth spanned the three dynasties of the Southern Song Dynasty, Mengyuan and Ming Dynasty, called Xuanxuanzi, is the founder of Taoist martial arts such as Wudang Boxing, and was given the name "Tongwei Manifestation True Man" by Ming Yingzong; Ming Xianzong was specially titled "Taoguang Shangzhi True Immortal"; Ming Shizong awarded him the title of "Qingxu Yuan Miao Zhenjun".

It is rumored that Zhang Sanfeng sat on today's Wudang Mountain, which was Taihe Mountain at that time, and became a legend.

But this is just a legend, Yang Fan also grew up listening to such stories, but he didn't expect that the story in this myth would happen in reality like this, and it really happened to him.

"Condensation and void qi rise out of thin air, and luck dantian travels all around; The heart makes the body move from the heart, and the body relaxes and stops. At the beginning of Chaos, he made up his mind, and calmly transformed his mind to himself. Yu Qi fell to the top of his head and released, and his heart was silent and quiet. The empty air and abdomen are self-contained, and they are unmoving. The two eyes are blazing, and the timing is wonderful."

This exercise is so difficult to understand, Rao is Yang Fan's qualifications are strong, and he doesn't have the slightest clue when he first comes into contact with this bitter and difficult method.

"Whatever, I'll talk about it when I'm full." After a while, Yang Fan felt that his stomach was hungry to death, and hurriedly lowered his head and ran to the door to gobble up the food.

Now he won't be so careless anymore, if he can bump into it again, he will have to kill himself, although this pain is nothing more than yesterday, but this pain is still fatal

", why are you so annoying here, is there anything I can do?" Yang Fan's two eyes swirled around in this night.

"One, two, fifty, two hundred"

Yang Fan lay on the ground and did push-ups one after another, one by one insisted, his sweat soaked his whole body like water, a little sweat dripped from his forehead and from his hair, dripping on the ground with a sound of water droplets

"Ahh It's so cool! ”

Yang Fan lay directly on the ground and shouted comfortably, he had never felt that it was so cool to do push-ups, and there were hundreds of them at once, how could this be?

Fifty push-ups would normally be enough to exhaust him to death, but now hundreds of them don't have the slightest reaction, which would have been a fantasy before. Just like that, the kid fainted again

The small iron gate of the cell door was opened seven times, twice when Yang Fan fell asleep, twice when he fainted, and three times when he was awake

In this little black house, there is nothing to do, there is no need to go to the brick factory, there is no need to run back and forth, and there is no need for you to waste your tongue, because there is no one here who can talk to you, you can only talk to yourself.

"Push-ups? Sit-up? Or sleep? ”

Is this going to make me sleep to death? I've been asleep for so long, isn't that going to play me to death? God, what are you going to do to let me go, and how are you going to spend four more days?

"Ah" Yang Fan was almost crazy, both hands grabbed into his hair, his face was hideous, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and it was not long before he collapsed.

"The heart is like water, moving without being frightened, stopping at calm; Life for a hundred years, not bound by external objects, heart in heaven and earth, why seek eternal life. If the heart is quiet, the sky will fall without being shocked, God is introverted, life is released, there is no life without God, and life is raised by raising God"

Suddenly, such a passage appeared in Yang Fan's mind, and it rang back and forth in his mind. This passage came out of the Broken Void Formula, and this passage sounded in his mind one by one.

Every word and sentence of this passage seemed to calm Yang Fan's manic heart

"The heart is like water, moving without being frightened, and stopping at calm"

In Yang Fan's mouth, he kept repeating every sentence, every word was constantly flying in his mind, and there was only one thought in his mind at this time, that is, quiet, that is, silence. There is no fear, no panic, no mania, all that remains is the heart, which is plain.

Time flies quickly, Yang Fan's life is spent in chanting scriptures and exercising thinking, he is thinking about his future road, how his road should go in the future.

After the passage in the Breaking the Void Formula, Yang Fan's turbulent heart slowly calmed down, and at this time, his heart was the ancient well without waves, without a trace of waves. Yang Fan looked so calm on the surface before, but he looked so bland.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fan finally understood the bitter and difficult method little by little, and after a little effort, a little cool thing finally appeared in his dantian.

How long will it take, when will it be the head, I want to get out!

"I want to go out." Yang Fan howled, he was like a hungry wolf at this time, and he couldn't wait to bite a few people to death

"I don't know if you're still alive, if you're still alive, I'll make you a friend." In the distance, inside the house, that house was really a hospital that echoed the black room, and that person was looking at the black room where Yang Fan was being held with a big black frame and a smile on his face.

In Murong Jue's opinion, he couldn't see through Yang Fan, and felt that he was very suitable and mysterious. His instincts told him that the mysterious boy would probably be able to make it out of the dark room where countless heroes from prison had been buried.

"It's the fifth day, do you think the man who was imprisoned in the dark room will come out alive?" Prisoner A looked at the dark room with fear and said.

"How is it possible, no one has ever been able to get out of this dark room before." Prisoner B didn't want to look at the other party in ignorance.

If you want to get out of this dark room, unless it's a god, it's almost the same, this black room doesn't know how many people have been buried, how can it come out so easily?

"I believe that you will definitely be able to come out of it, and I believe that the person I Xiao Pojun looks at will definitely not be wrong."