"There is no elixir, but there is something else. ”

Wu Ming smiled and pressed his hands on the strings. The gaze is blazing and exudes an intense light.

Although he has never really fought with the gods, Hong Qigong has gained a lot, and he has broken through again in this year's time and has become a Xuankong martial artist in the extreme realm, a heavy heaven in the Xuankong realm, but it is also the strongest level martial artist in the mortal world.

Hong Qigong's eyes lit up when he heard Wu Ming say this. Now he felt a particularly strong sense of urgency, the appearance of the gods, the visitors from the underworld, and the crisis of the human race. He doesn't say anything about the righteousness of the Terran race, but he also has a sense of urgency. In the past few years, the heavenly machine has been disordered, and there is no such strong rule constraint, and the cultivation and improvement of martial artists are very fast. But even now, Hong Qigong, who is already a heavy heaven in the sky, still feels urgent, and it is difficult to feel the tense atmosphere when he is not in it.

There are three parts of the world, and the smallest land area is the Hades Dynasty, but the strongest is also likely to be the Hades Dynasty. The Great Shun Dynasty is also strong enough, but this strength has been figured out some foundations, unlike the Underworld Dynasty, which almost doesn't know anything. The mist seals the country, no one can enter at all, or in other words, even if someone goes in, they will be discovered, and now the human race is short of time, in this time of disorder, there is enough time, and it can definitely create a group of useful warriors to come out, and no one will go to the grass and startle the snake.

Three points of the world, this is rough, among the human race, there are also three forces of the Heavenly Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty, and Tubo, and there is a Mongolian iron horse in the north, but at this time it is obviously impossible to go south. The original strongest Mongolian iron cavalry was intercepted by the gods and the underworld. Shrink to the north.

Under the general trend, even the Mongols have already felt a different taste, and they dare not continue to go south, not to mention that Hong Qigong has also experienced the battle of Songshan?

"Can you really improve your strength? Then I must agree, hehe, I used to think I was powerful enough, but I only found out in the past few years that my strength is still a cut short of the boss. Even you almost succeeded in slaughtering the gods, and I don't think you can stop the blow of the gods. ”

"Hehe, it's time to be nervous. The end times are coming. I don't have the strength, I'm sad. But in this case, unless it's your own problem, brother, then I can't help it. But I think you still have this understanding, brother. There should be something to be gained. Wu Ming chuckled.

"Sit down. Remove all the distractions from your mind. Put your mind in an empty state, and you don't care about anything else. ”

Hong Qigong saw that what Wu Ming said was mysterious, although he didn't know what Wu Ming was doing. Do the same thing.

Spiritual consciousness transmission, a means that has never been heard of in the martial arts world, is transmitted between Wu Ming's fingers. I saw Wu Ming's finger pointed at the center of Hong Qigong's eyebrows, and a spiritual light passed through his finger. After a while, he withdrew his finger, but the expression on Hong Qigong's face changed somewhat under unconscious control, and he became shocked.

Half a day later, the sky was already dark, and the stars were dotted with stars, forming a mysterious star map, shining with light.

Hong Qigong opened his eyes suddenly, and a burst of light shot out in his eyes, which was extremely clear in this night, and it seemed that there was light shining out.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Hong Qigong wiped it, panting heavily, as if he had exercised vigorously.

"This, this is such a terrifying war intent!"

Hong Qigong's eyes were full of horror.

Wu Ming smiled and said: "Brother, haven't you and the Marquis of the Dragon Descending always been curious, how did I learn the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending? I learned it from him, this person may not be known to you, it is too ancient, a character in the flood era." ”

"Hong Huang, the characters of Hong Huang?" Hong Qigong's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

The gods descended to earth, and he was never so shocked.

"You mean, this dragon descending eighteen palms, dragon descending eighteen amounts, this dragon descending martial arts are all created by the people of this flood era? So, then how did we learn it? My beggar gang, there is a record that it is said that the dragon descending Arhat was reincarnated as a beggar because of a mistake, and this is the reason why he has the dragon descending martial art?" Hong Qigong asked the doubts in his heart, this is indeed the case, the eighteen palms of the beggar gang are indeed handed down by the dragon descending Arhats, which is a well-known thing in the world.

"This person's name is the Dragon Descending Ancestor, and he is a character who existed in the early years of the flood and the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth. And the Dragon Descending Arhat, he just stepped into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion countless years earlier than me, and got the inheritance of the Dragon Descending Ancestor, so he became the Dragon Descending Arhat. He got a great opportunity, but he didn't cultivate the real dragon descending martial arts to Dacheng, otherwise he was also an ancestor-level powerhouse, and he would have fallen in the apocalyptic catastrophe of the flood wilderness. Wu Ming roughly explained, this is what the Purple Gold Divine Dragon said, he himself has been to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion to watch the murals, and felt that trace of artistic conception. Now he used his supernatural powers and spiritual sense to rush into Hong Qigong's mind, and in Hong Qigong's mind, he evolved the artistic conception he saw at that time.

The artistic conception of the mural is dead, and Wu Ming's evolution, with some of his own perceptions, is vivid. At that time, Wu Ming's realm was too low, and he didn't feel much when he observed the artistic conception, but Hong Qigong completely went deep into it, so he vomited blood as soon as he woke up, which was too much mental consumption, and then the feeling continued to evolve in his heart, and he hurt his internal organs under the chaos of internal strength.

Hong Qigong nodded, indicating that he understood. Indeed, the person in that scene is powerful and terrifying. Turning over the mountains and seas is almost a joke in front of him, that is, he can smash this world world with one palm, and he will also believe it. That person's strength was really too strong, and such a terrifying divine dragon was easily subdued and captured by him. Although the Dragon Descending Arhat is also a Dragon Descending Dragon, compared to its strength, it is really a world of difference. When I first watched the ancient books of the beggar gang, I still felt that it was unimaginable to descend the dragon and Arhat, and the description in this book should be exaggerated a lot, but now the means are obviously a lot worse.

In that scene just now, what the man captured was the five-clawed golden dragon, the emperor of the dragon clan, who had extremely terrifying strength when he became an adult, and was the existence of a hegemon during the flood and famine years. But such a powerful five-clawed golden dragon is still easily captured, which is definitely something that the dragon descending Arhat can't do.

I see, that's what happened. Hehe, no wonder you suddenly knew how to descend the dragon eighteen palms, and the degree of subtlety far surpassed me, and even surpassed the helper. The harvest of today's old name Hanako is indeed very large. Brother, thank you very much this time, hehe, without further ado, I'll go back to retreat. When I get out, brother, I'm going to try what it's like to slaughter gods. Hong Qigong laughed, and without waiting for Wu Ming to reply, he jumped over the wall directly, spread his feet and ran away. (To be continued......)