"Weird!"

"In this way, the predecessors of the White Lotus Sect should have entered this crypt back then, and they inadvertently glimpsed the kung fu on the mural, but unfortunately the general trend has gone before they have practiced all."

Holding the torch, Chen Zhuo carefully observed the murals on the wall, although the years are far away, they are still dazzling and clear.

The lights approached, and then I saw that the woman on the wall had a sense of brilliance, the eyebrows and eyes were vivid, the posture was vivid, and the face implied spring.

Chen Zhuo was secretly surprised, no wonder this kung fu can only be passed from a woman to a woman.

If a man sees these things, I'm afraid that there are few people who are not moved, and his desire is rushing to his brain, how can he still get a glimpse of the subtlety, if he doesn't have the ancient jade inheritance, I'm afraid he will also disdain it, and then there are gold and silver jewelry all over the ground, who cares about a few naked paintings on the wall.

However, although these nude paintings are said to be evil, the divine will is implied inside, it is a Taoist authentic shocking secret method, compared to any treasure, this is the secret of not passing, the supreme treasure.

Glancing at the dust on the stone wall, as well as those few mantras, I am afraid that even the ancient Buddha has not been able to get a glimpse of the true meaning, otherwise he will not leave easily, let alone leave these seventy-two murals to him.

Chen Zhuo looked at the dead handiflower again, if it was not bad, this person's kung fu was probably learned from the murals, but why didn't he tell the secret in the ancient Buddhist painting?

Are you afraid that the ancient Buddha will become a disaster to the world? Or is it selfish?

He shook his head and sighed, not thinking much more, but calmed down and walked around the crypt a few times.

"Huh?"

But looking at it, Chen Zhuo was surprised to find that the postures of these 72 murals can be assembled by themselves in no order, and they can also be changed at will, which is infinitely subtle, and the changes seem to vary according to personal thoughts and perceptions.

Everyone's playing style is different, and the strength is also different, and the three forces of light, darkness, and transformation are even more different, but these seventy-two murals seem to encompass all of them, and no matter how they practice, they seem to be able to practice the way out.

His mind moved, and he unconsciously observed and moved.

For example, the mural of the woman lying on her elbow and her waist is fully displayed, which seems to be a pile work, but it can actually be turned into a palm technique, and it can also be taken by a grappling technique, and it can also be performed by the leg method, and the hand can also be used as a knife technique and sword move.

Chen Zhuo jumped up in the air and moved his muscles and bones, but this move, the shining place on the mural was actually connected into wisps of thin lines in his eyes, as if he wanted to drill out of the graceful body of the mural woman, and the light and flicker, like a dragon and snake swimming, it was actually a tendon and flesh trend that swallowed qi.

"Tiangang Jin?"

I don't have it all.

It turns out that the surface of the mural is not flat, and there are hidden textures and ravines on it, and if you want to understand the essence of the gods, you have to touch it.

"Amazing! Wait......"

Chen Zhuo suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes were bright, and he quickly glanced at the murals on the wall, and then froze in place, his eyelids trembled, and he was stunned for a long time......

These seventy-two murals actually started from the practice of "turning into a full fight". ”

The form and spirit are introverted into the bones, and there is no need to stick to the moves.

This is a realm that many people dream of is difficult to achieve, but the doorway on the mural is actually based on this, and it starts from this.

Gu Yu said that he was just the tip of the iceberg, but even if he was lacking, practicing to the extreme can actually make people practice the ability of "inner vision", which is really unimaginable.

No wonder I didn't see a trace of the shadow of the inner fist, just because the form and spirit have been collected, and the divine will is contained.

The person who left these murals must be an immortal man who shook the past and the present.

Land True Immortals?

These four words came out of his mind, and they could only be these four words.

Chen Zhuo suddenly felt that his mouth was dry, and it seemed that for the first time, he really felt the weight of it.

Na Gan Fengchi claimed to be only one step away from the "Land True Immortal", but one step is like a moat across the sky, and I don't know what the Land True Immortal is.

Chen Zhuo calmed down his breath, strengthened his mind, and looked at those medicine boxes, about fifty or sixty pieces, many of which were empty inside, probably eaten by the ancient Buddha, and some were lost because they were too old, but fortunately, some were well sealed.

Case......

As soon as his heart sank, he swallowed a mouthful of the cold and cold air in the crypt cave, wrapped the tip of his tongue, his divine will stirred, and the jin liquid, such as swallowing a round pill, rolled into his throat, sank straight into his heart, and then entered the dantian.

His Tiangang strength has long been not as passed on by Gu Yu, since the introduction of the heavenly thunder, the resonance has become strength, and the trend of muscles and flesh has changed a lot, which can be regarded as his unique strength, which is unique in the world, enough to start a sect and become a family of its own.

But now looking at the trend of muscles and muscles in the painting, Chen Zhuo actually gave birth to a trance illusion that is still imperfect and insufficient, and it seems that he can extend and explore again to make up for himself.

Qi and blood mobilized, with the thunder in the crypt, Chen Zhuo's mind froze, looking at one of the murals, his body and bones were displayed in the air, and he had already applied all the things he had learned all his life, blending with the seventy-two murals on the wall, and verifying each other.

I didn't want his body to turn upside down and his vision turned upside down, but he accidentally found that the things on this mural seemed to be able to be practiced upside down.

"What a great ...... creation"

The murmur fell lightly, Chen Zhuo's fists and feet had moved, and his mouth was full of words, "It's always the spirit of the city, and you should be careful to hide and leak...... Spirit, energy, and samadhi...... The pores of that Gan Fengchi are all constricted, and the essence is not leaking, is this the case...... Cluster five upside down...... The five elements are reversed...... Is it difficult to attract the qi of the five internal organs...... Daomen Neidan ......"

If the secret of the secret circle had been placed in the past, he would have regarded it as a storytelling story and listened to it, but now that the realm is high and the climate has been achieved, after thinking about it, he feels that a few of the sentences seem to be hiding a big secret, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that the mystery is obscure, unpredictable and difficult to understand.

Chen Zhuo's originally calm expression gradually changed, such a shocking method, he really couldn't treat it with a normal heart, and he couldn't wait to get a glimpse of the mystery immediately.

"Kill!"

Thinking about it, I suddenly saw the fist wind in the crypt, and the killing machine was monstrous.

……

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

In the early spring of the same year, the British Hercules Obiyin set up a ring in Shanghai, mocking the Chinese as "the sick man of East Asia", and then defeated several boxers in succession, and for a time no one dared to fight in the great Shenzhou.

Nong Jinsun learned the news, and sent several urgent letters to the capital, Guangdong, and Jinmen, and Huo Yuanjia, the hero of Tianjin, was the first to receive the news, and rushed to arrive day and night to make an appointment to fight.

Then there was Zuo Zongsheng, a disciple of Wang Wu's relatives, who led the crowd to arrive, and he was mighty.

When Huo Yuanjia arrived in Shanghai, major newspapers published news in large font, and the battle attracted much attention.

Then he was defeated in a battle.

Since then, Huo Yuanjia has been famous in Shanghai, bringing a wave of fanatical martial arts, and major schools have flocked to invite him to perform martial arts lectures, and his reputation is even greater.

At the beginning of June of the following year, Huo Yuanjia and Nong Jinsun founded the "Jingwu Society" in Shanghai under the promotion of the Tong League, together with people with lofty ideals from all walks of life and the "Shenzhou League".

Since then, he has abandoned the view of the door and passed on the surname of the fist......

……

And in Tianmen Temple, I was shocked to see the killing machine.

Since the news that the rain washed out the antiquities in Tianmen Mountain in the past years, the treasure hunters have never stopped.

Originally, this statement has been gradually forgotten over time, but a month ago, someone inadvertently broke through the mechanism in the Daxiong Treasure Hall and found a secret passage; Thinking of the rumors of the hidden treasure in the mountains, this person was thoughtful, and he was also a person from the rivers and lakes, so he did not immediately enter the dark passage to explore, but gathered several people behind his back and gathered in the middle of the night.

Peaceful ancient temple, suddenly swords.

"Donors, I hope you don't want to hurt my Buddhist disciples, if you want money, you can take the incense money in the temple at will......"

In the open field outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, torches were lit everywhere, and the beating firelight reflected the fierce and indifferent faces.

The nuns were forced by the sword soldiers to gather in an empty corner, and several masters protected the half-grown disciples behind them, looking nervous and persuading.

"Hehe, no one of your incense money is enough to stuff the uncle's teeth, wait first, wait until the grandfathers finish their important work, and then talk to you well."

The leader was a bald man, squinting a pair of triangular eyes, and he couldn't stop looking at those little nuns, clearly having evil thoughts, hehe, smiling, and listening to the little masters with a shrill voice, their faces were pale, and they were trembling together.

What's even more strange is that there is also a half-human-high mandrill squatting next to this person, grinning and yawning from time to time, and spitting out fangs, which is very fierce.

"This is it?"

The big man turned his head to look at the thin man with a green face beside him.

The man nodded, "Brother, that's right, it's inside." ”

When the group went in, looking for the mechanism to open the secret passage, they were all overjoyed.

Those teachers were also stunned, puzzled, and obviously unaware.

"Guard them, and if you dare to make any moves, you will kill them all."

The bald man gave a cold command, dodged and jumped in, and the mandrill followed closely behind, followed by two other men.

Several people have good habits, moving and jumping between the cracks in the mountains.

But the more you go down, the more strange it feels, just because there is a strange sound coming from the depths, it seems to be some kind of low roar, and it seems to be a vigorous heartbeat, and there is a heavy breathing, and a terrifying sense of oppression seems to caress everyone's bodies with the cold air in the dark passage, shivering one by one, as if the end of the dark passage is not a treasure, but a dragon's lair and tiger's den.

The bald man's gloomy eyes tightened, and when he saw the arrows scattered on the ground, he reached out and untied a soft whip from his waist.

"Be careful, there's danger down there."

Although I was scared, but fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

When a few people came to the end and entered the cave, their nervous expressions suddenly relaxed, and they were all stunned and frozen.

In front of him, there are countless gold and silver jewelry, full of jewels.

"Big brother, let's send ......"

Before one person finished speaking, the mandrill next to him was like a ghost, his black hair exploded, and when he opened his mouth, he let out a low, irritable roar.

When the bald man heard the sound, he just turned his neck and was immediately flushed with a stream of fishy blood.

His eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and he saw that the mandrill he had worked so hard to raise was now only a headless body standing in place, his tense body loosened, and the blood rushed from his broken neck like a roar, and his sneer was like rain.

A hoarse and stiff low voice sounded faintly.

"You raised this beast?"

The day after tomorrow will end this volume.

(End of chapter)