Chapter 154: A Hundred Bones into God

Wutian Pillar Peak, the land of bamboo forests in the back mountain, according to legend, Sanfeng Zhenren once built a bamboo house here and retreated and cultivated.

Time has passed, and the bamboo house left by Sanfeng Zhenren in the past is said to have been destroyed by the Yuan army, and only some remnants remain, but the bamboo forest has grown more densely than before.

Perhaps it is the remote location of the bamboo forest, and Wudang's respect for the ancestor, there are very few people here, quiet and elegant, and silent.

But tonight, the silence that enveloped the entire bamboo forest was broken.

First, there were wooden people who swung their swords and slashed over the stone piers, and then easily used the "Liangyi Sword Technique" and "Nine Palace Serial Sword" and other advanced swordsmanship.

His spirit and inner breath are integrated, and his every move is comparable to the full force of the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and he has really broken into a new realm in martial arts.

Then Zhao Qing slowly fell from the branches of the bamboo forest, the qi waves around his body fluctuated, and the true qi overflowed and flowed back, making the bamboo pole with a radius of five or six zhang tilt outward for a while, and lodging inward for a while.

She kept her mind and concentrated, divided her thoughts in two, and let the scattered spiritual thoughts enter the meridians of her body, jumping everywhere between the hundreds of bones in her limbs.

At the same time, he can still keep his mind clear, and the guidance of wandering thoughts and the true qi of the body is one or two points higher than the breakthrough of the Mudao people.

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I don't know that after using thousands and hundreds of swordsmanship, a look that seemed to be great joy and great distress appeared on Mu Daoren's face, and then he let out a long breath of turbidity, and finally regained his calm.

His eyes turned back to Qinghui from the chaotic situation, and he looked at Zhao Qing not far away with some vigilance.

Who is this person? Like a guest at the ceremony? But how come I can't recognize her identity?

The phenomenon I just broke through, could it be that all of them are in the eyes of this person? Would the Medonians learn about this from her?

However, it was just after experiencing an epiphany, Mu Daoren's mind turned much faster than usual, a fake smile hung on his face, he stepped forward, and said softly: "Poor Dao ......"

But before he could say anything, Zhao Qing interrupted.

"The true concept of "Tianwu Nerve", you can give it a try!"

I saw her standing there still, the bamboo poles, bamboo branches, bamboo leaves, fallen leaves, small stones, and sand particles on the ground suddenly gave birth to a sharp and sharp aura, enveloping all parts of the wooden road man's body.

In the spiritual induction that the Mudao people became much stronger after breaking through, these things turned into a sword, a sword that can hurt people's lives.

This kind of different feeling is something that Mudao people have never encountered in the past thirty or forty years of learning martial arts, and it is far beyond his imagination.

The difference between physical and mental observation made him feel a huge shock in his heart, and he couldn't help but be suspicious of the students he had studied in the past.

Is that sword an illusion or a reality? Should I trust my eyes?

Under the gradual spread of this emotion, Mu Daoren found that his momentum was getting weaker and weaker, so he had to let out a long roar, condense his right arm, and finally draw his sword.

A sword came out, like thunder and lightning, and in an instant, it separated the air several feet in front of him and stabbed straight towards Zhao Qing.

Under the pouring of true qi, the suppressed feeling in the hearts of Mu Dao people was light, and even gave birth to the illusion that he could defeat the enemy with one sword.

This sword with all its strength can undoubtedly defeat the vast majority of masters in the world, even Mei Daoren, the head of Wudang, may not be able to take the next move.

Immediately afterward, he learned the result of the question in Fang Cai's mind.

Because of those bamboo poles, bamboo branches, bamboo leaves...... It really sent out one after another sword qi that broke through the air, some of which intercepted and tore the sword qi he stabbed, and the other part stabbed his body.

As if pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords, the wooden Dao man let out a scream full of pain, and fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

But the strange thing was that there was no blood on his body, and there was no scar caused by the slightest sword qi.

When Mu Daoren woke up again, Zhao Qing's figure had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was his nephew Shi Yan.

"Uncle Shi, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time. Shi Yan looked at the strange wooden road man with a worried face and asked.

"Just last night, the law enforcement disciples found a few letters with Zhong Wugu and Ye Lingfeng in the house of Senior Brother Shi He. The real person in charge is furious and has ordered the two of them to be expelled from the wall. ”

When this kind of thing happens, even if the Mudao people have a breakthrough in martial arts, they should be shocked in their hearts.

But at this time, his mind was full of Zhao Qing's previous earth-shattering sword.

That sword exploded in the depths of the Mu Dao people's spirit, and infinite information rushed out.

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It was still the same stone hall, and the angle of sunlight on the top of the hall had hardly changed.

Zhao Qing and Mu Daoren woke up one after the other.

Zhao Qing's breath became extremely deep, his eyes were as bright as starlight, and there was a faint feeling as if something new was being born and disappearing, shrouded in a mysterious artistic conception.

Mu Daoren's body trembled violently, and his forehead and cheeks were covered with cold sweat. It seems that to support and maintain such a mental illusion, the burden is still too great for him who is haggard at this time.

He was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Congratulations girl, you have understood the peerless magic skills." If Lao Dao was able to defeat under such a martial arts master three times, he could be regarded as unshaken. ”

Zhao Qing didn't react to this, because the meridians around her were undergoing almost earth-shaking changes.

Although in the spiritual world of the Mudao people, she has broken through to a new realm, but now she has to continue to do it again.

Even repeating the steps may bring her new realizations.

In the spiritual world of others, the sense of reality is still a little worse.

This time, she didn't close her eyes again.

She didn't have to close her eyes to see the mental thoughts that permeated her surroundings.

According to the previous comprehension and experiment, Zhao Qing had already confirmed in his heart that the so-called "Jade Xuan Returning to Truth" and "Entering the Divine Sitting" were to transform a part of the spirit into true qi and fuse it with the original internal force of true qi.

Then, under the guidance of the spirit, hundreds of acupuncture points throughout the body are gradually strung together into an internal breath, and "from the real to the virtual", and finally reach the peak of "no stagnation" and "no hindrance".

The situation after Shi Potian practiced the Taixuan Sutra in "Chivalrous Journey" was similar to what she thought.

The breakthrough of the Mudao people twenty years ago is only the first step in completing the spiritual integration.

Twenty years later, he practiced "Tianwu Nerve" and barely completed the second step, but there is still a lot of distance from the third step of "turning from real to virtual" and "virtual and real are reversed".

In Zhao Qing's view, "a hundred bones into the gods" may be a more appropriate name for this realm.

The divine consciousness of the hundreds of bones around the body is condensed, and the internal force of true qi is like a great river, which is endless.