Martial God

The dawn of the dawn gradually revealed, the sun was hidden behind the peaks, and they were surrounded by a bright light. The light was long and infected with the light blue sky around, and the golden morning sun appeared slowly in the sky.

When He Yiming returned to the courtyard of the Lingbi Hall, it was already a high-profile.

Although the sound of the tsunami of Zhuo Yufeng, the entire Lingbi Hall has entered a boiling atmosphere. But He Yiming still returned to his room silently.

At the moment, in the room, another He Yiming is practicing a mountain of thirty-six styles. From the first style to the twenty-third style, so repeated, no stop.

He Yiming looked at this scene, and his heart suddenly came up with a weird idea.

This is the first time he has stood purely on the side of a bystander, to see the "self" practice of the thirty-sixth style.

This set of gold tactics seems to be full of flaws. It seems that with a wave of hands, it is possible to completely break this set of exercises.

He shook his head slightly, knowing that this was because when the set of exercises was applied, there was no such thing as an alloy. Just because there is no match between infuriating or internal strength, it will make people feel like a shelf.

However, after thinking about it, He Yiming suddenly smiled.

Not only is this gold-based combat technique, no matter which kind of combat skill, as long as there is no corresponding infuriating cooperation, it will eventually become a flower shelf.

If you don't use infuriating and internal strength, you can still have the power of powerful power. I am afraid that only one hundred and eight can be used.

He shook his head and said: "One hundred and eight, I am back."

He Yiming, who was performing like a dance, stopped suddenly, and there was a strange wave of fluctuations on his body. Then He Yiming disappeared and became a hundred and eight.

He Yiming is full of envy in his eyes. If he has such a magical ability, then it will be a lot easier to do things.

Just thinking of the inhuman identity of Hundred and Eight, He Yiming’s heart was a shudder, and the thought suddenly seemed like a long wing, and the flight disappeared without a trace.

"Hundred brothers, have you succeeded?" He Yiming asked.

He did not answer the question. He extended his right hand and pulled the left wrist directly and threw it to He Yiming.

Reaching out and catching this broken hand without blood, He Yiming's muscles involuntarily twitched a few times, then smiled and put it on the table.

The left hand suddenly began to melt, and when it rejoined, it became a book of Shinto.

He Yiming's eyes faintly glowed, and he reached out and picked up the book, directly turning to the twenty-fourth page.

However, his face immediately revealed a strange color. On this page, although it is also one of the thirty-sixth styles, it is not the twenty-fourth, but the fourteenth.

He looked up awkwardly and looked at the faceless face, his heart suddenly moved, and turned the first page.

His face suddenly showed a color of laughter and laughter. On this page, it was the first page of the book of the wind and fog.

He shook his head in silence, merging the contents of two completely different systems of Shinto books into one book, fearing that only one hundred and eight would make such a thing.

"I gotta go."

It seems that he did not see the strange expression on He Yiming's face, and the sound of calm and soundless sounds.

"Where are you going?" He Yiming asked inexplicably.

"Bao pig is still outside the city." One hundred and eight words are concise.

He Yiming sighed in his heart. I really don't understand why the two completely different non-human guys like Baibao and Bao pig are so good. However, since the hundred and eight are in the side of Bao pig, then this little guy must be safe and secure.

The eyes suddenly fell on the broken hand of the hundred and eight, and then looked at the cheats in his eyes, He Yiming's face showed a hint of hesitation.

One hundred and eight stick out his hand, his hand slowly grows out of his arm, and it has returned to normal as soon as possible.

He Yiming opened his mouth and finally waved his hand gently. He smiled bitterly: "Go, take care."

One hundred and eight came to the door, it seemed to have paused, and said: "Prepare to take care." After all, his whole person suddenly turned, as if it had become a stream of water, disappeared from the crack of the door.

He Yiming looked at his disappearing place with a stunned look. After a while, he rubbed his arm and felt it hurt. Obviously he was not doing a nightmare.

It’s just that it’s incredible to say such a thing with a hundred and eighty.

Shaking his head and throwing away this thought, He Yiming reopened the book of Shinto in his hand.

The first page of this book is the book of the wind and the clouds. Among them, the power of the power, He Yiming, has a deep understanding.

He escaped from the eyes of the saints by virtue of the powerful hidden power contained in the power of the clouds.

Especially in the short forest, He Yiming immediately used the technique of drilling the earth to get away from the place after cutting off the induction of Zhuo Fengfeng. Of course, when using the technique of drilling the ground, his body is also covered with a layer of cloud power, completely hiding his breath.

If not, he wants to escape under the joint efforts of the three sages, which is absolutely a delusion.

From this we can see how powerful the power of the cloud itself is. Especially for He Yiming, a person who has not yet advanced to the Supreme, is definitely the first choice for life.

However, at this moment, He Yiming did not study the power of the cloud, but turned directly to the thirty-fourth page.

Here, it really has a picture of the twenty-fourth style of the thirty-sixth type.

He Yiming’s eyes suddenly lit up, and a gold force in his hand entered the cheats. After a while, through some magical way, He Yiming seemed to have entered a magical space.

In this space, both the southeast and the northwest are at a glance, and in this space, there is also a unique pressure of sharpness and sharpness.

This is the power of the gold system, the powerful embodiment of the gold power to the extreme.

The next moment, He Yiming had a horrible knife in his hand.

There is a magical force on the entire blade, especially the tip of the knife. It is even more brilliant, almost like a small sun.

He Yiming’s heart is suspicious. He once borrowed the original version of the 36th style of the mountain, but in that world, there is absolutely no such exaggeration.

There was a strange thought in his heart. Could it be that in the cheats that became a hundred and eight, the power of the knife was ten times bigger?

Shaking his head, He Yiming left the distracting thoughts and his body began to move.

Starting from the first style, slowly spread until the twenty-third style.

In the process, He Yiming did not stop at all, a set of knives in his hands, as the peers flowed like water.

However, every time he applies to the twenty-third style, he will have a feeling of powerlessness.

Although the momentum of its own has climbed to the extreme, the twenty-fourth style is that it can't go anyway.

However, He Yiming is not discouraged, he is slowly in this strange space, waving in one stroke. It seems that he has a very tough heart, no matter how many times he has failed, but he is still rock solid and has not wavered.

Here, there is no wind, no air, no light, only endless air and silence.

The sound of the big knife waving is the only sound here.

If He Yiming stops practicing, then it will become a dead silence, and there will be no more sound.

If you cultivate in this kind of environment, if you are not determined, you will soon collapse. But for those who are willing to persevere, this environment that is undisturbed at all is the best place to practice their dreams.

I don't know how much time has passed. In the feeling of He Yiming, no matter how long he cultivated, it is just such a moment.

Although He Yiming's whole body is devoted to this strange cultivation method, it does not mean that he knows nothing about the outside world.

A strange feeling emerged from his heart, and He Yiming withdrew without hesitation from this magical realm.

Although he has already practiced the twenty-second style this time, he still has no trace of muddy water.

The ears swayed a little, and He Yiming immediately heard the footsteps of the Golden Battle.

Of course, this is also the reason why the Golden Campaign does not have any cover. If he is carefully lurking, even if He Yiming does not dare to say that he can find his whereabouts so easily.

Looking at the cheats in his eyes, He Yiming flashed a hint of surprise.

I don't know when, the cheats in my hands have become hot. However, this temperature does not cause any harm to He Yiming, who has already condensed the flower of fire. Therefore, when he devoted himself to the cheats, he did not notice it.

Hesitated for a moment, He Yiming reached out and gently rubbed on the cheats. With his movements, the cheats turned out to be a plasticine, and he was smashed into a ball.

He Yiming brightly held this ball with a metallic color in his hand.

He firmly believes that no one can see from this ball, this is actually a book of Shinto.

Looking around in the room, there seems to be no possibility of exposure. Taking a deep breath, He Yiming’s heart calmed down.

When he finished all this, the steady knock on the door rang.

He Yiming deliberately delayed for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This was done with an unpleasant voice: "Golden brother invited."

He reached for a wave, and an invisible force suddenly opened the closed door.

At the moment of opening the door, He Yiming had already seen the light outside. What surprised him was that it was not the morning light, but the twilight of the setting sun.

He suddenly understood that he had cultivated a whole day in the room.

There was a golden battle outside the door, but compared to before, the face of the gold battle at this time seemed to have a strange look.

He Yiming’s heart glimpsed, and a horrible thought flashed through his mind. Has the gold battle been seen?

However, the gold battle continued, but let him completely dispel this idea.

(To be continued)