"I have finally reached the level of Danjin, and the mythical realm is indeed extraordinary." Lang Xingtian now felt that the blood essence was condensed like a lead tribute, and the qi in the sea of qi was condensed a little, like a golden pill.

The musculoskeletal blood of the whole body is constantly washed by the essence, the marrow is replaced, and it is slowly condensed, and finally the body strengthens the coagulation like a lead tribute!

Lang Xingtian's fist was lightly clenched, and the meridian essence and qi and blood all over his body were like a tide, moving with his heart, and instantly burst out from the place of the Qi Sea Jindan, condensing in Lang Xingtian's fist. If this punch is struck, the real explosive power is absolutely amazing, and the damage caused is absolutely immeasurable!

"You have now broken through to the realm of mythology, and the masters of this realm will also belong to the top in the future, and there are not many in the entire federation." Xun Yi said with emotion.

"I remember you told me that the peak combat power of the Earth Federation was the peak of Gang Jin, and my Extreme Martial Arts was researched by the federal government at that time by gathering the world's most powerful martial artists, martial artists, scientists, physical potential scientists, and many other powerful people in the world after ten years of research, those few most powerful martial artists seem to be the peak of Gang Jin, how come there are still masters of the mythical realm now?" Lang Xingtian asked suspiciously.

"I can be sure that there are masters of the Mythical Realm in this era, although there are not many, but there will always be a few, not to mention that when martial arts are more prosperous in the future, those masters of the Mythical Realm, none of them are born, their only purpose is to stand at the peak of martial arts."

"If I didn't tell you before, I'm afraid it will hit you, and your level is not enough, it's not good to know too much. I originally thought that it would take you at least fifty years to reach the Mythical Realm, but I didn't expect that your qualifications and that mysterious energy would be so perverted, and in just six or seven years, you would reach the Mythical Realm and step into the ranks of the top masters in this world. ”

"Similarly, the 'Extreme Martial Arts' is known as the largest martial arts of the Earth Federation, do you think it is really a false name? Is it really just a research by a master at the peak of Gangjin? Yes, those powerful martial artists are at the pinnacle of strength, but after countless improvements, the federal government has found a few people in the mythical realm to modify and improve, so the extreme martial arts have no cultivation method when they are in the mythical realm, and there are only the perceptions of those warriors in the mythical realm, as well as their insights into martial arts. Kaoru said.

"I see." Lang Xingtian suddenly realized.

"I will pass on all the feelings and opinions of those martial artists in the mythical realm in the Extreme Dao Martial Arts, as for how much you can comprehend, it depends on your own ability, I can't help you at all." Xun Yi spread her hands out, looking helpless.

"Sister Xunyi, thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't exist in this world, and in the same way, I would never have come into contact with the magical world of martial arts." Lang Xingtian said with sincere gratitude.

"Seeing you so sensational, I'm really a little unaccustomed to it, we exist together, helping you is helping myself, and besides, do we need to be polite between us?" Xun Yi said with emotion.

After several evolutions, Xun Yi already has a high level of intelligence, and also has the feelings that people have, in the future, the owner of the ultimate police system only treats Xun Yi as an auxiliary tool, but Lang Xingtian has never regarded Xun Yi as an intelligent system, but as a relative, friend and partner.

At this time, an old lama of seventy or eighty years old came to Lang Xingtian's side and said, "Donor, can you go inside and talk about it?" ”

"Okay." Lang Xingtian nodded in agreement.

Lang Xingtian has long wanted to see how mysterious the Potala Palace, the holy place in the hearts of Tibetans, is, although he doesn't know why this lama invited him, but he should have no malice, but even if there is malice, Lang Xingtian didn't take it to heart, with his current strength, even if he can't fight, there is no problem to escape.

However, Lang Xingtian was also a little shocked, he didn't expect that this seventy or eighty-year-old old lama turned out to be a master at the peak of his strength, although a master of such a realm was nothing in his eyes, but in the martial arts, it was equivalent to the head of a major sect. It seems that this Potala Palace is indeed very mysterious, hiding the dragon and crouching tiger.

Lang Xingtian followed the lama towards the main hall of the Potala Palace.

Along the way, countless lamas in the Potala Palace bowed their heads and saluted when they saw the old lama, with a strong respect in their eyes, and it can be seen that the status of the old lama here is very high.

However, when these lamas saw Lang Xingtian following the old lama, they were very curious and puzzled, but no one asked.

The Potala Palace is 3,700 meters above sea level, covering a total area of 360,000 square meters, with a total building area of 130,000 square meters, the main building is 117 meters high, with a total of 13 floors, including palaces, spiritual pagoda halls, Buddhist halls, scripture halls, monks' houses, courtyards, etc.

The main building of the Potala Palace is the White House and the Red Palace. The whole palace has a Tibetan style, more than 200 meters high, the appearance of 13 floors, in fact only 9 floors. Because it is built on the mountainside, a large area of stone walls stands like a cut wall, so that the building seems to be integrated with the hill, and the momentum is majestic.

The Potala Palace is built according to the mountain, the group of buildings overlaps, the palace is saggy, the momentum is majestic, there is a sideways birth, the momentum of the sky, the solid and thick granite wall, the grass wall collar of the matsutake mushroom, the golden top of the golden top, the huge gilt vase, the building and the prayer flags with a strong decorative effect, reflect each other, the sharp contrast of the three colors of red, white and yellow, and the building type of the division and the layer of nesting.

Even with Lang Xingtian's mentality, he has to sigh at the majesty of the Potala Palace, as well as his strong historical atmosphere and spiritual beliefs.

The old lama didn't say a word all the way, he led the way in front, and Lang Xingtian was also happy, while walking, admiring everything in the Potala Palace, the two passed through the main hall of the Potala Palace and came to a hut.

Lang Xingtian didn't expect that there would be such an incongruous and abrupt hut behind the majestic Potala Palace.

"Master, the people have already brought." The old lama stood outside the door of the hut and said respectfully, with reverence on his face.

"Master?" Lang Xingtian was very surprised, this old lama was so old that he actually called the people in the house the ancestor, how old should the people in the house be?

"Okay, there's nothing for you here, you can go and get busy." An old voice came from inside the room.

The old lama bowed deeply, then turned to leave.

"Your Excellency is coming, forgive me for being inconvenient to welcome you from afar, please come in." The old voice in the room came again.

Lang Xingtian was not pretentious, he directly pushed open the wooden door, and now, as soon as he stepped into the door, a solemn feeling came. The room is full of Tibetan Buddhist ornaments and patterns, in the center of the hut there is a futon sitting an old lama, this lama is not ordinary old, the snow-white beard has touched the ground, the face is old, wrinkles are piled up all over the face can not see the age, holding the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, closed his eyes and constantly turning the Buddhist beads.

Seeing that the old lama didn't make a sound, Lang Xingtian didn't care, and sat directly on a futon in front of the old lama, and then closed his eyes, not knowing what he was doing.

Three days passed in a flash, neither Lang Xingtian nor the old lama spoke, the Buddhist beads in the old lama's hands never stopped turning, and Lang Xingtian sat with his eyes closed.

The sunset shone in from the small window, and the old lama slowly opened his eyes, which were so bright and deep, without the cloudiness of the old man.

Lang Xingtian seemed to feel the same, and at the same time, he also opened his eyes and looked at the old lama lightly.