"The Peerless Palm of Ten Thousand Ways--"
An Zizai said the name of this palm technique in his mouth. He heard Gu An say that the first palm can calm all the turmoil in the world, which made him unable to help but have expectations and surprises.
This name sounds very strong!
"Please teach me!"
An Zizai immediately knelt down and said with anticipation.
Gu An looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "The Peerless Palm of Ten Thousand Dao is the unique skill I created by comprehending the Great Dao. There are seven palms in total, which are equivalent to seven great supernatural powers. The first palm I want to teach you is called "Shenshi Ru Shen--"
An listened patiently. This was the first time Gu An taught him. He also wanted to prove his talent, so he was very serious.
Gradually, his mind was immersed in it.
He is entering the Tao!
It’s not that he has amazing insights, but that Gu An is guiding him with his own will.
Since An Xin spoke, An Zizai was the first person to practice the Wandao Peerless Palm. Gu An naturally had to teach him seriously. He would definitely make An Zizai's Wandao Peerless Palm famous.
I don't know how long it has passed.
When An Zizai woke up, his eyes became clear, and it was already dark.
He subconsciously looked around and did not find the figure of the master. He took a deep breath. He recalled the insights in his mind and his mind was shocked.
He had never encountered such a powerful unique skill. Before he could master it, just by recalling the inheritance of the memory, he felt that this unique skill was invincible in the world.
This is just the first palm. What kind of power is it to practice the seventh palm?
For the first time, he became very curious about the Taoist practice of his master.
What kind of cultivation can create such unique skills?
An Zizai suddenly wanted to follow Gu An to practice. In the past, he thought Gu An was very annoyed, so he could stay away if he could stay away. Now, he was curious about everything about Gu An.
How high is the master’s teaching?
What kind of life have you experienced?
Why did the master refuse to be born?
Too much curiosity made An Zizai feel like he was reborn, and even he felt full of fighting spirit.
then.
In the following days, An Zizai began to pester Gu An. As long as Gu An was in the temple, he would come be beside Gu An to practice the peerless palms.
As time went by, the disciples of Wushi learned one after another that Gu An had created a unique skill, but they did not ask An Zizai to ask Fang Dao how to practice the peerless palm. Without Gu An's instructions, they would not dare to do anything randomly.
This is a rule that has been developed over hundreds of thousands of years. The disciples will not exchange magical powers with each other, and they are full of confidence in the magical powers they have mastered.
In the void, countless meteorites are quietly suspended in the darkness.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison, Fang Xuan meditated side by side and practiced together.
Fang Xuan opened his eyes and then let out a breath of turbid air, his eyes becoming complicated.
"How many lifetimes have you been cast?" The voice of the Great Saint of Blood Prison came from the side, and his tone was also exhausted.
Fang Xuan looked at the eyes and saw that the Great Saint of Blood Prison looked a little lonely. He replied, "The twenty-seventh generation is very bitter."
The Great Sage of Blood Prison sighed and said, "I am also suffering in the twenty-first lifetime."
The two fell into silence together.
After a while.
"Maybe after enough failures, we can deal with all the hardships in the future. The power of Emperor Hunyuan is not only his cultivation, but also his magical powers are strong, and his heart of Taoism is also strong." Fang Xuan sighed.
It is hard for him to imagine how many cycles the real Hunyuan Dao Emperor has experienced. What is the mentality of the Hunyuan Dao Emperor's view of the great way and everything?
Perhaps they had never heard of Emperor Hunyuan Dao before, because Emperor Hunyuan Dao has long been detached and will not have any desire for fame and fortune.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison nodded and said, "The higher the attainment of practicing this path, the more I will be in awe of the Emperor Hunyuan Dao. No wonder my master asked me to practice. I think Emperor Hunyuan Dao is stronger than Emperor Dao."
Fang Xuan smiled and continued, "That's inevitable. The Emperor of Great Dao relies solely on this killing and does not cultivate his mind at all."
The two kept expressing their yearning for Emperor Hunyuan. Even though they practiced to this day, they still couldn't see the day of Taoism. However, because of each other, they were more confident and not so confused.
Just as the two of them were talking endlessly, the darkness emitted a strong light, dazzling and attracted their attention.
A terrible aura came, making them frown.
A terrifying geese rushed over, making the Great Saint of Blood Prison, the void where the Fangyuan was hanging was like daylight.
The two looked up and saw a figure above. It was a man in a black robe and wearing a mail inside stood in the air. His face was fierce and his pupils were like snakes. He looked down at the two Great Saints of the Blood Prison, frowned.
The Great Sage of Blood Prison was the first to ask, "Is there anything wrong with you?"
Although the opponent is powerful, he is not worried at all. At worst, he starts fighting. It just so happens that he has not fought for many years.
Fang Xuan glanced at the Great Saint of Blood Prison and suddenly felt that the sworn brother was more fighting than he thought, because he heard the eagerness in the Great Saint of Blood Prison's tone.
Although Fang Xuan is considered a genius, he doesn't like fighting. In his opinion, cultivating immortals does not necessarily require fighting.
Fighting is a last resort.
"The Heavenly Court is taking the creatures who have stepped into the imperial road. Although you do not have the luck of the Great Emperor,
But your luck is very special. You may be targeted by heaven. Let’s leave the road to the great road as soon as possible.”
The man in black robe looked down at the Great Saint of Blood Prison. After leaving these words, he turned around and left. In the blink of an eye, he broke the void and disappeared without a trace.
"Heaven?"
The Great Saint of Blood Prison frowned. He had heard of this name, but he didn't know enough. He only knew that the legendary immortals and gods came from the Heavenly Court, and the Heavenly Court also represented the way of heaven.
Fang Xuan knew more about the Heavenly Court, and his face suddenly became ugly. He whispered: "It's better to believe that there is than to believe that there is nothing. Let's find a place to hide, at least stay away from the main plane of the road to the great road."
The Great Sage of Blood Prison stared at him and said, "So what about the Heavenly Court? This is the road to the great way. I have never heard of any force that can cover the sky with one hand!"
If he leaves, how can he perform the tasks arranged by his master?
Fang Xuan wanted to continue persuading him, but suddenly, a vast pressure came, covering the two of them, causing their faces to change. They subconsciously turned around and looked.
A golden light appeared in the direction where the man in black robe came, extending towards them at an extremely fast speed. The sound of deafening footsteps came from the golden light, as if millions of people were stepping together.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison immediately took out his Daobao Breaking Heaven Blood Prison Sword. As soon as the Daobao came out, the suppression force he encountered was suddenly weakened.
He grabbed Fang Xuan, who was suppressed and unable to move beside him, turned around and ran away.
"Hmph! Where can I escape!"
The cold snorting of the god of Tian Zhen came from behind. Before the Great Saint of Blood Prison turned around, he suddenly felt an irresistible suction force coming. Even Daobao could not completely resist the suction force.
Chapter completed!