In Langfeng Valley, there is a green orchard, a clear stream, and a grassland with a seven-colored sea of ​​flowers. A row of exquisite elegant buildings and pond tour pavilions, several green vegetable gardens. The thick fog of the whole valley is hidden and protected by a maze. There is no need to worry about threats from outside enemies. If there is no secular connection or the world is disgusting in the future, Langfeng Valley is really a paradise that hides from the world. Xingqi couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at such a beautiful valley that was rectified by Baiyu, Muluke and his parents in this year, the innocent stream reflected the blue sky and white clouds, green flowers and plants, birds and birds flying, Xingqi's mood was like the white clouds floating in the sky, without any gaps. Standing quietly on the ground, Xingqi closed his eyes, and his mind suddenly felt as quiet as clear and wind, as easy-going as clear flowing water, as tough as grass.

This is a strange feeling, a feeling of familiarity with everything around it, as if it is controlled. Xingqi feels that he can feel the grass being moved by the breeze and shaking the green leaves. The fish and water play with their agile tails. Xingqi has never felt that his heart is so quiet, and he feels like he is one with the surrounding nature. He brushes everything around like the wind and caresses everything around him.

Artistic conception! A word that makes Xingqi's plain heart tremble suddenly jumped into Xingqi's mind. According to legend, the gap between the emperor-level master and the respected master is not mainly because of the powerful fighting spirit of the emperor-level master. It is not because of the faster speed of the emperor-level master, but because the emperor-level strong man enters something called artistic conception at will. Through the artistic conception, he uses the spiritual power of nature to absolutely suppress the masters below the imperial level.

In fact, artistic conception is not unfamiliar to practitioners. Ordinary practitioners will enter a unique scene with their own chances, which can accelerate their practice and quickly improve the practitioner's mental state. Of course, this is hard to come by. However, when a strong man at the Doudi level can easily enter the artistic conception with his sense of energy and control a small piece of spiritual power from the surface.

Don’t look at a small piece of spiritual power in the world, it is absolutely huge. With this artistic conception, it can not only put huge pressure on the enemy and affect the enemy’s speed and attack strength, but also strengthen its own attack strength and speed, one positive and one reverse, double the increase. Therefore, the Doudi-level powerhouse, relying on this artistic conception to deal with Doudi-level masters, it is easy to suppress Doudi-level masters without using powerful imperial-level fighting spirit. Of course, with the artistic conception, you can also speed up your practice or practice. The realm is equivalent to a spirit gathering array, which can help Doudi-level masters and absorb spiritual energy more easily from the surrounding nature.

Calmly in this strange feeling, Xingqi could not feel the speed of his Xuantian Jing's operation, and could even feel that the cells in his body automatically attracted spiritual energy and speed Fang was also accelerating. Has he realized that Xingqi did not feel this way, but instead felt that in this current situation, he seemed to be able to enter or exit at any time.

This is not an enlightenment. Xingqi has experienced several sudden enlightenment. During the sudden enlightenment, people's thoughts are immersed in the scene, not as free as themselves, nor as they can walk around at will.

This is the unique artistic conception of the emperor-level master. Xingqi, who slightly sensed his state, suddenly understood. He possessed the strength of Dou Zun, and the same artistic conception field as the Dou Emperor master. He had the artistic conception below the imperial level because his soul contained Mo Tian's residual consciousness and the residual soul of Bota Mo Ke. Both of these made him have a very high realm. After a year of cultivation, his mood has become very calm and peaceful, so when he felt something about this strange scene, he touched the artistic conception.

Of course, entering into the artistic conception, in the way of practicing Taoism is to embrace nature, experience nature, and use nature. The Xingqi who understands his state, the heart that is thrilling is calm again, and the heart is even more peaceful. Xingqi with the sunny smile is like quietly stationary, carefully experiencing this strange artistic conception and adapting to it. For a period of time in the Wolf Maple Valley, a figure standing or walking slowly appeared.

After a few days, on the big rock slope, "Heaven Destroy Fist!" With Xingqi's snorted violently, the stone slope that was going down tomorrow suddenly turned black, and a huge ray of purple lightning that pressed against the stone slope, passing through the dark patch.

Boom! A loud bang from the sky broke the darkness, broke the static stone slope, and spread throughout the valley. However, Xingqi, who was standing, suddenly disappeared. Boom! Another violent sound from the sky, Xingqi's figure appeared strangely, and it actually passed by purple lightning. Under the stone slope where Xingqi stood, a round pit three meters deep and two meters deep appeared.

Huh! A gust of autumn wind blew, and the dust in the round pit was covered with dust. It turned out that it was all in the three-zhang pit. Huh, the strong wind seemed to be consuming the pit, sweeping the broken powder in the pit one after another. In a few minutes, a dark hole that was five feet deep appeared in front of Xingqi.

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Qi's punch just now actually smashed a round stone cave five meters deep. He looked at the smooth hole wall in the cave, which was as smooth as a knife, and nodded with satisfaction. However, when Xingqi saw that the bottom of the cave was blown clean, there was a few meters of drops up and down, not flat, but shook his head again, and his face seemed a little dissatisfied.

However, Xingqi, who was silent for a while, smiled again on his face. Although his control ability has not reached 100%, the power of the Tiankill Fist has exceeded his imagination. If he is hit like this, he will be seriously injured even if he is not killed. I am afraid that the one-star Doudi Emperor will be smashed to pieces. Of course, it is a master of Doudi who stands and smashes him. The speed of the emperor-level powerhouse is more than several times stronger than the emperor-level.

With the spiritual strength of the two-star Dou Zun and the physical strength of the one-star Dou Zun, the power of the Tianmiao Fist has become even stronger, at least twice as high. It can be regarded as a real killing move against the three-star Dou Zun and has a certain lethality against the emperor-level masters. The same is true for Tiankill Fist and Tiankill Sword. If Tiankill Fist is made, Tiankill Sword will of course be made. Thinking of Bing Qiuyu and Xu Yinshuang, looking at the smooth stone pit in front of him, Xingqi showed a cruel sneer in his eyes.

Of course, if the two women no longer come to provoke her in the future, it would be fine if the concubines were concerned about their Luo Yandao and Xuanqianyi, then I would not be polite. With the two women's killing skills of fighting cattle across the mountains, Tianmiaoquan and Tianmiaojian, even if the two women have the protection of their battle suits, their sword energy can also penetrate the battle suits with their unique fluctuations and hurt the fragile five internal organs and six palaces inside.

Although there is still a little lack of support and control, the outbreak of fist strength caused unevenness in the bottom of the hole, Xingqi thought that he could be trained to this point within a few months. If he wanted to improve it, it would probably take a long time. Of course, if he wanted to increase his lethality unless his strength increased further, the Tianmiao boxing technique and Tianmiao sword were considered a great success.

Looking at the sky was getting late, the fragrance of lunch had floated far away, and the boxing skills were almost done, so you could practice the two flames and condense the strength of your body in the afternoon. From a distance, you saw the figure of your mother waving to go home for lunch at the valley entrance. Xingqi's heart was warm, and a smile appeared on her face again, knowing that her mother told her that the lunch time was up. However, before leaving, Xingqi looked at the big hole in the dark sky.

Huh! Xingqi closed his eyes, and gray thought power sprinkled out. More than twenty gray needle-shaped vortexes were arranged in the sky, chirping, and two gray needle-sized spirals rotated, making sharp sounds in the air, and kept piercing around Xingqi, slashing through the sky, shooting rapidly, and circling like more than twenty powerful hidden weapons.

For several months, Xingqi has not only been busy practicing elixirs and boxing, but has not yet pulled down his mind to practice. Xingqi used the two flames in his body to roast his mind to the strength of his mind, and also constantly condensed the strength of his mind to strengthen his mind control ability and self-repair ability.

Under Xingqi's crazy self-harm training, the number of mind power spirals controlled by Xingqi is increasing, and has increased from five when he comes out of seclusion to more than twenty. The speed of the spiral rotation has also skyrocketed, and the size of the spiral rotation has been continuously compressed. The current spiral rotation is really like a small gray needle, and the piercing is amazing, and Xingqi's mind power control ability is getting stronger and stronger. The ability to self-recovery of mind power has also been greatly enhanced.

Humph! With Xingqi's snorting coldly, more than twenty needle-shaped vortexes were like iron drills, chirping like sharp arrows, piercing into other stone rocks around the pit. The needle-shaped spirals rotated strictly like living mud. As Xingqi's thoughts ran straight through the rock slabs, the stone rocks were like mud.

Swish, a few seconds later, the sharp sound suddenly stopped. There were only seven of the more than twenty spirals left, but more than ten were wiped out. Xingqi's face was pale and several drops of Han water were pressed on his head.

Huh, as Xingqi opened his eyes, the spiral rotation completely dissipated into thought power, but Xingqi raised one foot and took a heavy step towards the ground.

Bang! Bang bang! If there is a chain reaction, the rock blocks within dozens of feet next to the pit suddenly collapsed, and there were thousands of pinholes on the rock blocks. They all collapsed and fell under the transmission of the Dou Qi under Xingqi's feet. The pit with a radius of two meters and a depth of five meters was suddenly filled with collapsed pieces of finger-sized rock blocks.

Buzz! A gray mind force directly overshadowed the foggy rock blocks. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the rock blocks of fingers were squeezed into a complete rock wall in Liancheng again. The pit just now had disappeared, with only a shallow slanted depression.

After all this, Xingqi's face turned pale again. It was not because of the fatigue of squeezing the rock blocks with the rock wall with the thoughts, but because of the rotation and collapse of more than ten mental power needle-shaped spirals, which caused Xingqi's mental power to suffer a significant damage. Using mental power to attack the enemy, hurting the enemy is also hurting it. The mind power includes the soul, so the mind power is also a kind of self-harm.

Although Xingqi's face was pale, it was no longer shaking compared to the previous few dozen days. She glanced at the flat and shallow pit and could no longer see that she had just smashed the deep rock pit with her fist. Xingqi smiled with satisfaction and walked down the scented valley.

In the afternoon, after a delicious meal carefully prepared by Demu, Xingqi once again devoted himself to the practice. In addition to practicing and controlling the two flames of ice crystal flames and ghost red flames, Xingqi began to condense his body strength.

However, when Xingqi condensed his body strength, he encountered difficulties. Xingqi has always relied on the continuous operation of the Xuantian Classic to condense the strength of the meridians, and then continuously protected the spiritual energy through the meridians, and used the candles of ice crystals and ghost red flames to continuously practice their flesh. This method was extremely slow, and Xingqi found that he completely lacked a set of exercises to condense his body strength.

However, this is not difficult to overcome Xingqi. Xingqi has Mo Tian’s remnant consciousness in his soul, and Mo Tian is also a monster of Xuanmu Sect. Mo Tian is not a skill like many fellow Taoists in the sect, but a scattered immortal who practices externally. Of course, Xingqi has also gained a lot of insights into martial arts from the Pota Mo Ke, so Xingqi sat in seclusion for several days and then grinded a set of tiger fists that are the best to practice physical strength. Xingqi was created by imitating the various habits of tigers.

Drinking, Xingqi, who was shirtless, shouted loudly, stood up a horse stake, and started a set of tiger fists. This tiger fist was grinded by Xingqi himself to refine his body. It was not very powerful and had no lethality. However, it was extremely effective to train muscles and bones throughout the body. Tiger fist was not only a boxing technique that imitated the habits of tigers, but also a tiger roared when it hit, like a real tiger roaring.

Xingqi stepped on the seven-star steps, and his feet were strong and powerful. He punched the tiger's roar. His two fists were fierce and powerful. He roared the fist and the wind was blowing and drinking soundly like a tiger's roar. As Xingqi's body bowed and raised, he opened and relaxed, the thighs in Xingqi's body fluctuated rapidly, and the muscles of the steel rope were squirming up and down, and waves of thick spiritual energy came from the purple palace, along the route of Xuantian Jing, attacking the whole body, filling every cell and every muscle.

Drink! Xingqi punched out, and the naked slings were clear light, and a cold air suddenly scattered out of his body. Waves of ice crystals emerged along his arms, back, and slings. The cold and cold stimulated the activity of the muscle cells in Xingqi's tight body. Wherever the tiger fist hit, there was even a piece of ice crystal.

Ying! Xingqi shouted loudly and took another step. The cold breath on his body disappeared again. A hot breath suddenly wrapped around Xingqi's whole body. The cold air in his body suddenly dissipated. The fierce and hot air flow accelerated the blood and spiritual energy in the muscles of Xingqi's body. The cold fist force suddenly turned into extremely hot. As the tiger fist passed, it was hot.

Roar! Another loud shout. With the third punch, Xingqi's whole body emitted a golden light again. The golden light shone into Xingqi's white and tender skin like bronze rubbing oil. The spiritual energy of the Xuantian Jing in his body spread to the whole body, repairing the muscles that were frostbitten or candle wounded, and strengthening the cell strength of the hard-strength that survives the cold and hot air.
Chapter completed!