The Renwang Boxing Sutra is not only a war-fighting boxing scripture, but also a humane epic; It is said that there are nine styles, but in fact, each style is profound and mysterious.

Zhao Jingyang has practiced the King of Fist Sutra, and as far as he is concerned, he has been calculating for several years. Due to all kinds of chances, the first type of thorns has obtained a trace of its true meaning, and it is one of the hole cards in Zhao Jingyang's hand when it comes to killing.

The third type of human ethics also entered the threshold due to chance.

The remaining seven styles have not made any achievements.

But at this moment, Zhao Jingyang can be sure that the nine imprints at the bottom of the mountain represent the true meaning of the nine styles of the King of Man Fist Sutra!

The vast and true meaning is intertwined, like a magnificent humane picture, a majestic humane river!

The true meaning of the nine styles is divided into you and me, and you have me, pushing each other, endlessly, invincible, and unstoppable, outlining such a magnificent and vast torrent of humanity!

collided with the qi machine spread by the mountain, and immediately, the entire chaotic space, the sky was reversed, time flowed, and it became empty and empty!

I saw that the qi and the machine were intertwined, and the hazy picture was reflected.

This picture is so familiar!

It was the picture that was seen in the information obtained in the second Shanghai Beach, after the nuclear explosion of the dog-headed god, that left a little red light origin, absorbing all kinds of vitality and turning into pieces of meat, and finally refined by Zhao Jingyang!

Magnificent figures; A huge fist print!

And the picture in front of him is more complete than the information obtained from refining that little bit of red light life origin at the beginning!

The owner of the huge fist mark appeared in this picture!

Very model lake.

Vaguely a man with a disheveled head and a sackcloth shirt, standing in a distant and unfathomable place, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand 'slowly, he threw such a punch!

This punch sucked Zhao Jingyang's mind into it!

The true meaning of the King of Man Fist Sutra is all in this punch!

In the picture, the clearer the figure of that majestic shore, I saw that it was a demon god with eight heads and twenty-four arms, a pair of golden wings of the universe, and a hoof-like back-legged demon god!

This demon god flew back uncertainly between the light of the universe, but he couldn't avoid the fist print, and was blasted into the middle door by a blow, and after the body of the great shore was extinguished nine times, it exploded!

Zhao Jingyang's eyes, following the clearest trace of the true meaning of the fist meridian, fell on the rapidly enlarged picture, the countless parts of the gods and demons that exploded like stars in the sky, and fell inconspicuously on a finger!

The picture is getting bigger and bigger, and the finger is getting bigger and bigger.

Like a pillar of heaven that falls from the highest and highest place; The human king fist that permeated it was worn out by the true meaning of the flesh and blood on these fingers, falling, falling, the skin was worn out, the flesh was worn out, the brilliance on the bones was worn out, and the bones were ground into nothingness layer by layer, and finally, the remaining little bit became a strange-shaped jade-like long mountain.

This mountain pierced through countless spatial dimensions and crossed the endless torrent of time, and finally, pierced through the two worlds, strung together a large and a small world, and stopped!

When this mountain penetrated the two worlds and stopped, Zhao Jingyang's eyes were attracted by a little red light that fell down with this mountain.

This red glow seems to be a trace of blood—a trace of blood that is countless thousands of times smaller than a blood cell. This trace of blood finally fell, and dissolved in a space where the mountain penetrated the world and exploded, forming a three-zhang square blood spot! ….

Zhao Jingyang raised his head reluctantly, at the end of the picture that had been magnified countless billions of times, the man in sackcloth who initially looked no more than the size of an ordinary person had become endlessly majestic at this time!

On his body, huge scars were like endless trenches in the abyss, and like huge mountain ranges, in which red blood flowed!

Vaguely, Zhao Jingyang seemed to feel his gaze!

The picture is shattered!

It's like a dream, it comes and goes fast.

But at this time, Zhao Jingyang's heart was full of stuff!

It's not just the nine-style truth of the Fist Sutra that is clearly reflected in the heart

There are traces of meaning, and there is an indescribable blood stirring.

Raise your eyes, the yellow sand is vast.

The hanging mountain is still the hanging mountain, this space is still this space.

The three-zhang square piece of blood under his feet was slowly fading, but some red light leached out of it, like a moth to a fire, and it didn't enter the shining fire at the center of Zhao Jingyang's eyebrows!

Zhao Jingyang breathed slowly, his eyes looked at the hanging mountain, and his eyes were inexplicable.

Around him, Su Nu and the Corpse King trembled here, not daring to move at all. The three dragon kings were looking at Zhao Jingyang strangely, and when the dragon king saw the corpse king and the goddess of the plain goddess, his expression suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly pulled the ape king and the elephant king to bow down: "Master!"

The king of apes and the king of elephants were confused, and when they heard his title, they couldn't help but be excited: "Master!"

Zhao Jingyang retracted his gaze, his eyes brushed over Su Nu's body, and fell on the Dragon King, the Ape King, and the Elephant King: "Oh?"

The dragon king hurriedly said, "The little demon is the Yellow Jiao of the East China Sea, please obey, obey!"

The king of apes and the king of elephants did the same.

Zhao Jingyang waved his hand: "You don't have to act like this."

Then he said to the King of Corpses, "Why is this so?"

The corpse king poured beans and told the reason for this: "If you go back to the master, it is the Guanyin master, saying that there is a heavy treasure here, which is their killer weapon to deal with the master, and a few smaller ones will come to help take the treasure."

He said, "The little one secretly wondered if there was a heavy treasure here, or a heavy treasure that the bullshit gods used to deal with the master, and he pondered how good it would be if he could take this treasure and present it to the master; That's why I came here."

He said, "I am afraid that I will be alone, so I am with the yellow Jiao."

If Zhao Jingyang hadn't followed them and hadn't heard their conversations, he might not have been able to see through his acting skills.

Nodding noncommittally, Zhao Jingyang looked at the plain girl: "I thought you were smart, but you were stupid in the end."

The plain girl was silent.

The four demons of the corpse king couldn't help but be surprised, co-authoring this plain girl also has something to do with Zhao Jingyang?

Ignoring the five, Zhao Jingyang raised his head again, looked at the hanging mountain, and had all kinds of thoughts in his heart.

This mountain turned out to be a finger of a mighty demon god, and after being wiped out by a trace of sincerity by the fist print, there was a little bit of heart left.

No wonder the shape of this mountain is a little strange, and if you look at it here, isn't it exactly the appearance of a bone joint?

Most of this finger is in another world, and here it is only a small section; This is where the two worlds connect.

In that elusive darkness, that dimensional shadow is about to move—if Zhao Jingyang is willing, the Fourth World can be opened at this time!

The Fourth World must be the world at the end of this Demon God's finger.

Many of the previous doubts have been answered here.

The reason why that stone has such power is because it is the fragment of a powerful demon god's phalanx; A trace of the true meaning of the Human King Fist Sutra is like a bone appendage, which wears it out, but even so, there is still a trace of power left.

Even this slightest bit of power is insignificant in terms of quantity; But its quality is still beyond imagination.

Nineteen generations