Thirty-six Styles, Twenty-second Styles......

After being promoted to the first line of heaven. He Yiming also continued to cultivate this gold-based combat technique. But when he cultivated to the twenty-first form, he couldn't go any further.

He vaguely felt that this combat skill was indeed broad and profound, and after twenty styles, it climbed to a new level more and more, and every time he mastered one more style, the mysteries in it became more profound and incredible.

Originally, he thought that he would not be able to go any further until he was able to condense a tangible flower. But at this time, in the memory of the old man and the anger of the totem clan, he actually used the power of the five elements to force out the twenty-second style.

The power of this style is really extraordinary, although at this moment He Yiming has fallen into the point of exhaustion and exhaustion, but when he really unleashed this style, he understood why it was so difficult to use this style.

In terms of power alone, the destructive power caused by Form 22 may not be greater than that of Form 21.

However, when the twenty-second form was cast, the surrounding space suddenly seemed to be frozen by the power of the gold system, within this range. Nothing seems to be able to move anymore.

In fact, at the time of the twenty-first form, the power of this condensation of the surrounding space had already loomed a hint of clues. But unfortunately, the power solidified by that formula is too weak.

Not to mention the powerhouse of the innate realm, I am afraid that even the acquired master can easily break free.

Therefore, unless it is evenly matched, or when the two are not far apart, can this style be used to make the final blow of the life-and-death struggle with the other party.

Under normal circumstances, there is basically no chance to perform this style.

But after mastering the twenty-second style, He Yiming knew in his heart that this style could not only be used to save his life at the moment of life and death, but also could be inspired even when facing opponents who were far inferior to him.

Even if the other party wants to escape, but when the twenty-second form unfolds, the power that can freeze everything is enough to bind the other party who is caught off guard in a short period of time.

For a while, He Yiming fell silent.

His mind finally relaxed after a high degree of concentration, tension, sadness, and hatred.

When he lay flat on the ground, he happened to see that due to his earth-shattering knife, the mountain wall had been split open, and the milky white light emitted by the strange stone hidden in the mountain wall had already dimly shone on his body.

He closed his eyes and let the white light work wonderfully on his body.

He Yiming's mind went blank.

In this moment, he forgot the heartache, the sadness, the hatred. I also forgot about my thoughts.

After eighteen years of life, his experience seemed to be completely erased at this moment.

His mind was like that of a newborn baby, and like a white cloth that had not yet begun to be painted, spotless.

All his feelings, all his strength, all his everything, seemed to burst out with that incredible twenty-second form.

What remains here now is like a most ordinary shell, which can no longer carry the slightest feeling.

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A gust of wind blew gently, and it blew across the lake, the grass, and He Yiming's skin.

In that wind, it seems to be moaning something, it seems to be singing something, it seems to be telling the mysteries of nature.

He Yiming heard it, and he heard different sounds from the wind......

The different winds have different meanings.

There is a breeze, a gentle breeze, like a maid swan's feather fan. With a warm air current, a circle curls around him.

He Yiming's consciousness seemed to be out of his body, and he slowly moved along the wind, as if he had turned into the same wind, drifting away from his side into the distance.

Between a mountain forest, he encountered a natural mountain wind. These winds carry neither dust nor dust. They are neither hot nor cold, they are a little cool, always like the autumn breeze of the north. It is gentle, clean, refreshing, refreshing, and combs the soul.

He Yiming continued to move forward, and he didn't know how long it took, he seemed to have left the mountains and forests and came to the endless prairie.

The wind shook the branches and leaves of the trees, like thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield shouting, like a wolf howling, sounding eerie and terrifying.

Here, He Yiming heard the fear, and heard the incomparable voice of awe from the heart.

Suddenly looking back, he saw ......

The wind came overwhelmingly, flying sand and rocks, and the heavens and the earth were connected.

A long serpent-like wind standing upright, its feet on the white sandy ground, the cloudless sky above its head, it spread over the small trees, the graves, the sand hills, destroying everything, rolling forward.

This is the power of heaven and earth, the power caused by the endless qi of heaven and earth, and not any human force can resist it.

In the presence of such power. Any powerful being is as small as it seems, and no one can compete with a force that seems to be able to sweep the world.

He Yiming's tightly closed eyes slowly turned, like a person who was slowly waking up from a deep sleep.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a gust of wind surged beside him.

This is a sudden wind, this wind is not strong, but it is like an obedient child, constantly rotating around He Yiming's body. The wind, like a pair of palms, massaged his body, allowing his already tired body and mind to be best relieved.

Finally, He Yiming opened his mouth, and he exhaled.

This is a stream of true qi, and it is also a flower condensed by true qi that has not yet fully taken shape.

However, unlike the water flower that He Yiming had breathed in before, in this flower, there was a faint trace of cyan, and this wisp of cyan seemed to dissipate with the wind at any time.

The blue flowers fluttered in the void, like a candle in the wind, as if they would be extinguished in the next moment.

But. This flame is unusually tenacious, and it grows slowly and vigorously with unparalleled fighting spirit.

Finally, the wind that seemed to be spiritual around He Yiming reluctantly left his body, and then became involved in the small flower.

This seemed to be infinitely powerful energy, and Xiaohua was completely stabilized in an instant.

He Yiming slowly closed his mouth, and the small flower in the void suddenly surged towards his mouth, and when He Yiming's mouth was completely closed, the flower had been swallowed by him entirely.

He Yiming's eyes once again flashed with a crystal luster.

At the moment when he lost all his strength, exhausted all his strength, and fell calmly. He felt the presence of the wind and heard the sound of the wind.

For some reason, it was in such an environment that he inexplicably condensed into a flower of the wind.

Until today, he had been trying to condense the flowers of water, and had already found countless experiences. Even he himself thought that the first tangible flower that could be condensed would definitely be the flower of water.

However, today, when he is in such an environment, he condenses the flower of the wind.

Feeling the feeling of being full because of the super coagulation in his body, He Yiming's heart was extremely sad.

When he came into contact with the power of the wind system and made a small achievement, it was the moment when the old man Shui Xuanjin sent the wind ear miracle skill.

However, now that Shui Xuanjin has fallen, he immediately condensed the Wind Flower in the form of a wind epiphany.

All this is so mysterious.

It seems that in the dark, the old man has done his best again.

He Yiming's body straightened up, and he had already jumped up from the ground. His body jumped directly into the air, and then, his body seemed to pause in the air for a moment before it began to slowly fall.

That's right, just like the weightless paper and leaves, they fell from mid-air. Around him, a sudden wind swirled softly, blowing his body towards the rough sarcophagus.

He Yiming looked at the sarcophagus silently, and the old man's appearance still did not change at all. If it weren't for this eerie black, the smile on his face would have been lifelike.

Finally, the muscles on He Yiming's face twitched, and although his voice was soft, it was as firm as the mountain range that ran through the northwest, and would never collapse.

"Brother Shui, don't worry, Tianluo Kingdom...... There I am. ”

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The sarcophagus was buried by He Yiming himself in this scenic valley.

The old man has worked hard for Tianluo Kingdom all his life. Now that he is dead, let him let go of all this and go alive.

He Yiming kowtowed three times in front of the old man's grave, he suddenly turned around, his eyes looked at the energy stone that exuded a mysterious milky white light, and his eyes were full of a crazy color.

In the next moment, his figure had already crossed the past, from the old man's grave to the white strange stone hidden in the mountain wall, there was also a distance. But He Yiming didn't even move his body, and came here directly. What's even more bizarre is that when he completed this action, he didn't cause a little noise.

It was as if he hadn't worn through it, but had disappeared from one point and appeared directly at another point.

In fact, this is the benefit of the success of the Wind Flower. With this condensed wind flower, He Yiming can even control the power of the wind in a certain space around him to a limited extent.

Let the flow of these winds change according to his wishes.

Of course, at present, he can only go so far, and control the flow of the wind a little. Moreover, this kind of wind flow is not able to condense a powerful weapon like the Wind Flower, nor is it offensive at all.

But even so, it also brought He Yiming's light body exercises to a higher level.

If you suddenly see such an elusive He Yiming in the dark night, then someone will definitely cry out for hell.

Before coming to the stone wall, He Yiming stretched out his hand and took out the Daguan knife to slash, but in a moment, he had already taken out the white stone.

As soon as the huge white stone left the dim cave, it suddenly became more and more dazzling. But He Yiming's mind was not on it, but he used the Daguan knife to slash a few times, and pry off a few small fist-sized stones from the big stones.

Although these small stones are several times larger than the original thumb-thin stones, they are still insignificant compared to the whole large stone.

The skin of the large stone squirmed a few times, and slowly returned to its original shape.

He Yiming did not hesitate to put the big stone back into the rock wall, and after blocking the gravel, he floated like a gust of wind, and finally stopped in front of the grave of the old man Shui Xuanjin.

His gaze took one last deep look, and then drifted away towards the valley.

In this empty valley, only his echo drifted.

"You can rest assured ......"

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On Yokoyama, the aftermath has already begun.

Especially in the place where the mountain road collapsed, a large amount of stone and soil were needed. If it is an ordinary person, it is undoubtedly difficult to complete this work, but this is the Hengshan lineage.

On the Hengshan, regardless of men, women, young and old, they can work hard, and it can be said that as long as they are adults, they at least have more than six layers of internal strength.

In the eyes of the innate powerhouse, this kind of cultivation is naturally disdainful. But when the workers carry the boulders, it is more than enough.

The power of thousands of people gathered together is far more effective than the labor of tens of thousands of ordinary people.

Just as everyone was in full swing, a cool breeze suddenly blew.

An acquired disciple at the peak of the tenth layer of internal strength stopped, and he looked around suspiciously.

Someone around him asked him, he shook his head, muttered a few words, and immediately ignored it. The rest of the people naturally didn't dare to be bored with themselves, so they still buried their heads in hard work.

Now on the top of Hengshan, all the elders are among them, and from time to time someone comes to take a second look, and no one dares to be lazy.

However, on the mountain road, He Yiming's figure appeared suddenly, and he didn't pay any attention to the people behind him, just moved his feet slightly, floating up like the wind.

His speed seemed to be slow but fast, and it didn't take long for him to reach the top of the main peak.

He made no secret of his powerful aura, and as soon as he came to the main peak, the rest of the innate powerhouses immediately sensed his arrival.

Everyone came to the main peak hall as fast as possible, and just happened to see He Yiming, who was as calm as the sea.

Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi's eyesight is the most brilliant, as soon as they came to He Yiming's side, they were slightly stunned, and their eyes were full of suspicion.

Among them, Yu Jinglei was the most familiar with He Yiming, and knew that he had not yet reached the point of condensing a tangible flower with invisible true qi. But when they met at this moment, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart. That is the true qi displayed around He Yiming's body, which is too condensed.

Of course, this feeling cannot be sensed at all by ordinary innate powerhouses.

Even for those masters who have advanced to the first line of heaven, but have just stabilized the realm, and have not succeeded in condensing the tangible flower, they may not be able to feel it.

However, whether it is Yu Jinglei or Zhu Baqi, they are not this kind of new first-line sky, they may not have a chance to get together with Sanhua for the rest of their lives, but they have condensed two rootless flowers, and they still see the clues at a glance.

Yu Jinglei asked in a trembling tone, "Elder He, you, have you succeeded in condensing flowers?"

He Yiming nodded slightly, but there was not the slightest hint of excitement on his face.

Zhu Baqi gasped, after all, it was the first time he met He Yiming, although he had heard countless legends about He Yiming before, but he had never been so shocked as at this moment.

This young man has only been promoted to the first line of heaven for a long time, and he has not only consolidated his own realm, but also condensed a tangible flower.

If it is said that Baisantian has opened the treasure house of human beings themselves, pushed open a door connecting the qi of heaven and earth, and stepped into it with one foot, then the first-line heavenly powerhouse is a glimpse of the doorway, and has officially stepped into it with both feet.

However, after the first-line heavenly powerhouse has gained a firm foothold inside the gate, he must continue to move forward.

If you don't want to forge ahead, then this door that is hard to open will also have a day of closing.

When a first-line heavenly powerhouse has condensed a strong enough True Qi after unremitting efforts, he will be able to condense a tangible flower.

This tangible flower represents the first step taken by a first-line heavenly powerhouse within this gate.

This is an extremely firm and indispensable first step, and only after this solid step can there be an infinite future......

There was an indescribable look of jealousy in Zhu Baqi's eyes, even if he was a disciple of the main lineage of Tianchi Mountain, he had a cultivation environment that was far superior to that of ordinary first-line heavenly powerhouses. But in order to stabilize the realm and take this first step, it took him a full thirty years.

Thinking of the hard work of the past, and then looking at He Yiming now, he couldn't help but have a deep sigh in his heart.

He Yiming's gaze casually glanced over their faces, and then said, "Elder Yu, where is the hundred and eight?"

If it was other innate powerhouses, as long as they exuded their own powerful aura, then He Yiming would be able to sense their existence. But one hundred and eight is different, even if he wants to exude aura, it is impossible to do it.

"One hundred and eight seniors are waiting for you to return in your room. Yu Jinglei hurriedly said.

He Yiming nodded at him, turned around and left.

Zhu Baqi's face changed slightly, although he also knew that He Yiming's mood at the moment would definitely not be too good, but he turned a blind eye to a first-line powerhouse like himself, which was really too arrogant.

Yu Jinglei turned around slowly, looked at him meaningfully, and said, "Brother Zhu, how could I not be like this at the beginning. ”

Zhu Baqi was slightly stunned, knowing that the thoughts in his heart had been seen through by him. His old face was slightly red, and then he was thoughtful.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, and finally let go of this little bit of caution completely.

Eighteen-year-old first-line sky, and has condensed a tangible flower, such a genius, even if there is no one in his eyes, what can he do?

Suddenly, he vaguely understood why Suo Ge and the others would rather ignore their identity and use the most despicable means that were close to assassination to attack He Yiming.

Isn't that true of them......