The golden wuxi fell, and the endless darkness swept in like a tide, flooding the entire wild land, and the village could no longer see any bright colors except for a little light.

In the simple stone house, Fang Yan, who had already eaten dinner, was lying on the bed, perhaps he was too tired from cultivating today, and soon after lying down, he fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

In his sleep, he dreamed that he had come to a strange world, turned into a person called Long Aotian, and lived a strange life, different from his own perseverance, this Long Aotian lived a very decadent life, and instead worked hard in life, but instead had all kinds of strange dreams.

Life in the dream was intermittent, until Long Aotian accidentally helped an old man cross the road and was killed by a thing called a car, and the old man gave him a flame that sent his soul into the endless void, falling from the sky and falling into the back mountain.

In the dream, Long Aotian, flames, in a trance, in the depths of Fang Yan's mind, the crimson flame resurfaced strangely, and then, his consciousness woke up in his mind, and through this flame, he saw the ancient world again.

The sky, the earth, thousands of miles of mountains and fields, the void crosses, this is a vast and simple huge world, the endless breath is thick and inexplicable, reflected in front of him, is a completely belonging to the primitive chaos of the beginning of the ancient world slowly opened the curtain in front of his eyes.

The behemoth beast like a mountain, the huge divine bird with wings hanging to the sky, the terrifying giant standing up to the sky and the earth in the eternal void, the primitive world, a group of ancient people, constantly groping for survival, they ignited the first flame belonging to the ancient human race.

The beating flames, the fluctuations that are invisible to the naked eye, are endless, and they are transmitted, and the ancient human race at this moment, instantly opens up wisdom, and the wisdom is wide open!

The strong began to be born, and the ancient human race began to become stronger, and they competed with the primitive races, opening the civilization inheritance of the ancient human race.

The thick historical picture, with an indescribable atmosphere of antiquity, turned into layers of ripples, and with that little primitive flame swaying, inexplicable changes were born.

Before Fang Yan could react, in an instant, countless shouts, roars, and miserable howls suddenly sounded in the sea of knowledge, and then, the terrifying battle scene was presented in his frightened and inexplicable gaze.

The phantoms of the powerful like gods and demons, the figures of the giant beasts like high mountains and hills, flickered in Fang Yan's mind, intertwining the ancient battlefield, the ancient and vicissitudes of life, constantly impacting Fang Yan's consciousness, making him deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself!

"Boom-"

The Origin Chaos, the ancient world, and finally, in an unimaginable terrifying loud noise, completely turned into endless fragments, disappeared without a trace, leaving only a little unquenchable flame, constantly falling and shattering the void.

Fang Yan was shocked and inexplicably found that he was also falling with that flame, and he didn't know if it had been a thousand years or ten thousand years, and finally, he came to a pitch-black space.

Here, there is not a trace of light, not a trace of sound, just infinite silence and endless coldness.

This sudden change really made Fang Yan feel a sudden burst in his heart, an inexplicable feeling of horror surging over him, no matter what, he was only a thirteen-year-old boy now.

Although everything he had just experienced was like a short-lived illusion, an ethereal dream, he still couldn't stop feeling fear.

In front of him, the familiar crimson flame was still beating, and suddenly, he was surprised to find that a phantom shadow inexplicably appeared in the flames, and the figure was almost the same as him, but it was just a vague image, and then, the figure flashed, his fists stretched, and a set of fists that he was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with were beaten out.

"This is Mangniu Boxing?!"

In an instant, Fang Yan's eyes couldn't help but widen for it, and then, a thick shock emerged from his eyes, because he was shocked to find that the Reckless Bull Fist that this phantom had used was even more sophisticated and smooth than that of a person who had already reached the realm of seven sounds.

"Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo!"

In the dark space, there seemed to be nine reckless oxen mooing in unison, and the phantom fist and kick were all whistling with a wind that broke through the air, with great power and extraordinary momentum.

Nine Rings!

The highest level of the legendary Mangniu Boxing!

At this moment, Fang Yan's heart was full of horror, and the whole person was completely stunned in place, motionless, just staring at the phantom with wide eyes.

However, at this time, the phantom shadow suddenly shook violently after just finishing a set of Mangniu Boxing, and then, Mangniu rang nine times, and the nine rings were one.

"Roar!"

A deep roar, the fist rushed, and the power gathered a little, as if it was substance, hitting the air, as if the air was completely pierced.

"This, this" Fang Yan was completely stunned, he knew that the beast roar just now was clearly not the voice of the Mangniu, but the roar of the Mangniu after the transformation and evolution of the legendary Mangniu.

The Manglong Beast, Fan Tao, who had already broken away from ordinary fierce beasts, was a real demon beast, even if it was only the lowest level of a first-level demon beast, it also possessed a powerful power comparable to that of a cultivator of the Nine Heavens of the Foundation Building.

Nine rings are one, and the bull turns into a dragon!

Fang Yan can be very sure, it is estimated that even his father does not know that Mangniu Boxing has been practiced to the extreme, and there will be such a magical evolution.

Just as Fang Yan's mind was flowing, that phantom had already finished the entire set of boxing techniques, and then, it suddenly turned into a streamer, and before he could react, it had already submerged into the depths of his consciousness, and then, he was shocked and inexplicably found that there was countless more information in his consciousness, and it was actually the bit by bit changes of the Mangniu Fist, all of which were eaten thoroughly, and even, he had a feeling that as long as he wanted, he could immediately play the Mangniu Nine Rings, or even the Nine Rings into one!

As soon as he thought of it, Fang Yan immediately stepped on it, raised his hand and punched, and between the changes in his body, according to the information transmitted to him by the phantom, he slowly unleashed the Mangniu Fist.

"Moo!"

At this moment, he seemed to have incarnated into the phantom shadow in the previous flames, punching and kicking, his momentum was majestic, and he had an extraordinary change in agility, which was not at all comparable to what he could compare to when he cultivated during the day.

Once, twice, three times as if he didn't know that he was tired at all, reflecting that firelight, in the dim mysterious space, Fang Yan couldn't stop cultivating, and the roar of the reckless bull continued to sound.

Seven, eight, and even nine rings, he had reached them unconsciously, but he had never reached the limit that the Flame Phantom had shown before.

However, for this situation, Fang Yan did not have the slightest breath, his slightly immature face was full of serious and solemn expressions, and when he practiced boxing, he unconsciously vibrated his body according to the information in his mind, and made slight changes to his boxing path.

Although this kind of change may seem very small, it often has the effect of putting the finishing touch in cultivation, bringing about extraordinary and huge results.

Finally, after I don't know how long it had been to cultivate, it seemed that he had completely accepted the information in his mind, and then, Fang Yan's body shook suddenly, raised his hand and punched, and a blow came out.

"Roar!"

A deep roar suddenly resounded in the mysterious space, and a punch broke through the air, gathering a little strength, as if the substance was condensed, piercing the air.

Nine rings are one, nine rings are one!

Fang Yan came back to his senses, looking at his fist with some difficulty, if Daddy knew that he had cultivated Mangniu Fist to the level of surpassing the realm of Nine Rings, he would probably be shocked to open his mouth and not close it, after all, he had heard Daddy say that when Daddy cultivated Mangniu Fist, it was three years, and before he was promoted to the Fourth Heaven of Foundation Building, he only cultivated Mangniu Fist to the realm of six sounds, and Fang Yan had already surpassed it far away.

It was difficult to suppress the surprise in his heart, as if the spirit had suddenly become vigorous, the mysterious flame beating in front of him, new changes began to emerge in the light and shadow, and a new phantom was derived, different from the phantom that practiced boxing before, this phantom was sitting in the mysterious space, swallowing and shalting, and the air flow was like a thread like silk, and with his breathing, it was the basic foundation building technique that Fang Yan had cultivated!

The mysterious space, as if there was no passage of time, everything seemed to be still in the void and eternity, and Fang Yan, unconsciously, was immersed in a new state of cultivation, and even unconsciously, he easily broke through from the third heaven of foundation building to the fourth heaven