In the empty dormitory, it was extremely quiet, and Lin Xiu sat cross-legged on the bed alone, closing his eyes and cultivating his mind.

Airplanes!

The air, which has always been calm, fluctuates at a certain moment, and the fluctuations are like late autumn wheat Lang, wave after wave.

At the central source of the fluctuation, an almost imperceptible sigil emerged, a complex sigil, only such a thin layer, but it was not weak.

Airplanes!

The air fluctuated violently again, and a sigil that was exactly the same as before appeared out of thin air, and then it landed on the previous sigil, and the two seals merged, and the aura suddenly increased a lot.

Buzz! Buzz!

The air fluctuated again, but this time the frequency of the fluctuation was amazingly fast, and in this continuous sound, one after another close to the illusory runes appeared quickly, and then competed to superimpose them.

After this superposition, the rune that was originally a flat breath became more and more powerful, and this thickness continued to increase as the rune continued to appear.

Lin Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes were closed, but the palm in front of the dantian was like a woman's skillful hand, constantly intertwining and moving, and the ten fingers were constantly flicking, as if he was completing a good female red, beautiful and mysterious.

The palm of his hand did not stop, and the Dao runes in mid-air seemed to be tireless, one after another, and the speed of condensation and formation was almost in the blink of an eye.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, thirty, thirty, thirty-one, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!

It wasn't until the appearance of the fiftieth rune that Lin Xiu's flexible fingers, which kept changing, suddenly stopped, and at this time, his eyes also opened.

The black eyes were like the quiet night sky outside the house, pitch black and deep, Lin Xiu's black eyes looked at the fifty runes superimposed in the sky, and his face was calm.

At this time, the ultimate sigil of another fifty runes superimposed on each other was still close to the invisible state, but the air around it fluctuated wildly as if it was under some huge oppression.

"Emperor Seal, Human Seal!"

Lin Xiu snorted coldly in his mouth, in this empty dormitory, it was extraordinarily clear, and the moment the shout came out, the fluctuating air suddenly set off a burst of qi, and a complex rune emerged from the qi lang and slammed it on the ground.

Boom!

The force of the collision like Mars hitting the earth suddenly dispersed in the empty dormitory, and the room was full of nothing else, all splashes of dirt and hard bluestone shards.

Lin Xiu, who was sitting on the bed, also accepted the baptism of the soil, the black robe turned yellow, the flowing black hair, scattered like a bird's nest, but this bird's nest was unfortunately annihilated by the sandstorm, and there was a thick layer in the nest.

Lin Xiu was embarrassed, but he was very happy, and the smile on his face covered with dirt was not good.

"Fifty sigils, the power of the superimposed is even stronger than a thunderstorm. Lin Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, stared at the half-human-deep hole in front of him with dark eyes, looking joyful.

The strength of the Emperor Rune Seal's spiritual martial art was beyond his imagination, and it could be stronger than the thunderstorm, so he didn't have to bother to improve the thunderstorm, the yellow-level mid-level martial art, it was time to eliminate it.

Keeping up with the times is the right way to go, of course, if it weren't for his lack of time, he might have considered improving the thunderstorm, but now, he still puts efficiency first.

His strength has been raised to the martial arts realm, and his whole person seems to have completed a transformation, and the quality of all aspects of his body has been greatly improved.

Just like the fifty runes condensed before, it was not because he was proficient, but because his soul power had also achieved a huge increase in the Martial Emperor's Tomb.

The fourth-grade mid-level alchemist, the strength of his soul power can be imagined.

Lin Xiu, who had completed the condensation of fifty runes, did not continue to spend time on this, and as soon as his mind moved, a martial art appeared in his hand.

Looking at the palm pattern on the book cover, Lin Xiu's attention was all attracted by it, this ** was snatched from Jiang Zheng's hands last time, and now that his strength has reached the martial artist, then he will naturally not give up practicing it.

Lin Xiuke still remembered how powerful Jiang Zheng's palm was that day, "The palm of the gods and Buddhas!" Xuan-level low-level martial arts, cultivation conditions, martial artist realm and above."

Turning over this martial art, paragraphs of text appeared in Lin Xiu's sight, and he gradually immersed himself in it.

It wasn't until he finished reading the first form of the Palm of God and Buddha that Lin Xiu slowly closed the martial arts book, and his eyes immediately closed together.

The palm of the gods and Buddhas is divided into three types, the first type of the palm of the gods and Buddhas, the second type of the palm of the gods and demons, and the third type of the palm of the Buddha.

This Xuan-level low-level martial art, for martial artists in the martial master realm, is very suitable, and the suitable one is the best, according to Lin Xiu's current strength, even if he is given a heaven-level **, he will only be able to defend the golden mountain, but he will not be able to come up with a piece of gold.

The right one is the best, just like the previous Thunder Fist for Lin Xiu in the warrior realm, the current palm of the gods and Buddhas is also suitable for Lin Xiu.

Lin Xiu, who calmed down, was ready to start cultivating the Palm of the Gods and Buddhas, and the cultivation of the Palm of the Gods and Buddhas was in line with the strength of the Martial Arts Realm, which relied on the unique ability of the martial arts to transform the attacks and transform the moves in the martial arts, so as to defeat the enemy.

What came to mind was the specific meridian route map of cultivating the Divine Buddha's Palm, and Lin Xiu controlled the fire element power in his body, operating along those specific meridian routes, and continued to absorb and grow during operation.

The fire element force completed a complete operation along the meridians, and after that, those fire element forces were evacuated to the air along all parts of the body!

The air that was nothing suddenly began to glow with a touch of red at this time, and the intensity of such a red glow increased over time, and gradually an illusory shadow of the palm began to appear.

Scold!

Like a mound of sand, the fire element power that flashed with those red rays was like sand when it was halfway through the condensation of the illusory palm, it was scattered like sand and returned to heaven and earth.

Lin Xiu, who had his eyes closed, had a keen sense of perception, so these situations did not escape his eyes, but fortunately, he did not choose to give up because of a failure.

After frowning, Lin Xiu began to condense the illusory palm again, once, twice

He didn't count how many times he had tried, but the stubborn Lin Xiu still condensed the illusory palm.

The skill of the martial artist is a transfiguration attack, and it is not difficult to condense illusory things, but if it is used in martial arts, it is not only condensed, but also to control the circulation of the yuan force in the body.