Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Late at night, in the room, Xiao Chen looked at the wooden box filled with 10,000 years of flame, thoughtful.

In five days, it is time to fight Wen Ziran. Ten thousand years of flaming crystals have been obtained, then the battle becomes pure.

It's just a battle between knives, he doesn't have to think about what happens when he loses. Without any more burdens, the pain is quick and the battle is fine.

Wen Ziran, I don't know what kind of person it is. But at least this chest has increased Xiao Chen's interest in the war.

Put away the wooden box and Xiao Chen flew out the window silently to a remote place outside the city.

If he tries, he naturally has to find a big, clean, deserted place. The inn is definitely not working. We can only come outside the city and go back in three days to meet with Wing Qiong.

At night, it was cold and cold, with occasional cold winds blowing through the woods and leaf sand blowing.

At the end of all three moves, the myth is eternal, the dusk of the gods and the funeral of the gods, these three moves Xiao Chen has never really carried out.

Even among the Divine Nation, few can practice these three moves, less than a certain age and realm, or better than the enlightened Superman.

The last three moves of the Fist of Heavens, among the Divine Nation, are also known as forbidden moves, and the power is terrifying. Not much worse than the mysterious tricks left behind by each generation of divine emperors.

Close your eyes, Xiao Chen let the full power in the sea of awareness begin to boil a little drip.

Running the Heavenly Fist, Xiao Chen's body emitted a little gold light to illuminate the forest.

Jin Guang assembled, behind him, suddenly erected a statue. The statue looked like Xiao Chen, but looked solemn and not angry and self-respecting.

Eternal Legend!

This is Xiao Chen's own myth. The angels are singing about the ancient gods of the Divine Clan. Xiao Chen is not from the Divine Clan and does not believe in the Divine Buddha.

The heart is not sincere enough. Rationally, it cannot be practiced by these gods. But he found other ways to create myths of his own and to be faithful only to himself.

Those who do not believe in the gods believe only in themselves, and whoever is a myth, he is a myth.

He constantly infuses his mind with such ideas as self-hypnosis, knowing the power in the sea, such as the consumption of springs.

The idols behind them, as the magic continues to drain, the light becomes more concentrated, the shape becomes more real, hidden in the eyes is the concentration of divine power.

Bang

The statue behind it, blown, became immense and hundreds of meters long, like a small hill, a glimmer of divine power finally congealed to success.

There are no trees in the woods. Under divine authority, in less than a breath, they are shaken into nothingness.

Xiao Chen's expression was sombre, his face was like a sculpture, solemn and sacred, in the void, there were some sounds of praise, his heart moved.

The idol behind him, reaching out to the sky in front of him, shaped the giant hand, one hand is fifty miles away, the golden light illuminates the entire night sky.

The distant sky, photographed by this palm, seemed to have fallen half a metre, flattened the ground and depressed deeply.

This trick was quietly retracted, and the idol slowly retreated, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and thought.

The divine power of light is condensed by his magic, but it is still a little insufficient.

If he was able to cast idols in the divine domain and in the lower realm, like the gods in those divine tribes. Build temples for the world to worship and provide the power of faith.

That trick is eternal, and the power can be doubled again.

Next, Xiao Chen began to derive the dusk of the Gods.

This move is even more powerful, with more vast and magnificent connotations. Without powerful spiritual fighters in the Divine Nation, they cannot be practiced at all.

Normally, only those who have reached the realm of the Quasi-Emperor will be eligible to practice these two moves. Of course, it's just qualifications, and it takes a lot of enlightenment, and physical conditions, to be able to practice success.

The dusk of the Gods and the eternal myth are very different and do not need to concentrate.

The ideal to derive is the destruction of the ancient divine kingdom, the coming of the end, the end of mythology, the divine meteorite, the extreme sadness of the moment that flourishes.

In a way, there is a great connection to the emperor's instantaneous first knowledge. The beginning of the moment represents a glorious beginning, the first to shine the ultimate brilliant light, illuminating the whole darkness.

Dusk of the Gods represents a glorious fall, the end of mythology. At that moment, the sun stained with blood, the last glimmer of grief before the darkness came.

Xiao Chen was not in a hurry to carry out the test, and the disc knee sat on the ground, in his mind, first appeared the image of the Emperor at the beginning of the instant.

Then came the image of the emperor calling the illusion of the divine kingdom, and the image of the twelve watchmen calling the illusion of the divine kingdom together.

Various images are constantly appearing in my mind. If there is any residue, Xiao Chen makes up for it.

After sitting for three hours, Xiao Chen opened his eyes and his eyes flashed brightly. Without standing up, he pointed forward, pointing his finger sharply.

Late at night, the pitch darkness turns into a bloodstained canvas. A round of sunset sunshine hanging over the distant sky.

A ray of bright, bloody fire, like meteor showers towards the ground, every meteor is a fallen god.

In the low air, a voice of sorrow sounded, and the whole world was filled with a tragic and heavy atmosphere.

Rub

Xiao Chen's fingertips, a ray of blood burst out, instantly crossed ten miles, in the sky as a rehearsal, for a long time.

With all kinds of visions, they disappear. The night came again, the sun was absent, and the blood did not appear. The only blood match that Xiaochen struck in the sky still did not disperse.

Yu Weiyu was there, the aura of the end of the day spread out, where the pitch passed, ten miles of land, all the birds and animals fled in panic.

Xiao Chen slowly rose and patted the dust on his body, muttering: “Still no, if you can see the divine meteor of a divine domain, you can better derive this grievous state of affairs. ”

“Alternatively, finding one of the Seven Thrones of Despair can also enhance the power of this move. ”

After turning his eyes, Xiao Chen's mouth curled slightly, smiling: “Defects represent room for progress. Now the power of this technique is basically enough. ”

All Heavens Fist, there is the last funeral of the Gods, which is colder and more Italian than dusk and end, painting the final sentence for a glorious myth.

However, Xiao Chen did not dare to try this trick easily. He implicitly felt that there was something deeper in the trick.

At this time, Xiao Chen's understanding of the Divine Fist has completely detached from the introduction of the secret book surface, and has a more perfect understanding of it.

There are a number of things and details that are not visible to a large number of masters in the Divine Clan, and he has made up and even added a number of his own things.

With the massive amount of serum absorbed in the Springs, Xiao Chen was already very enlightened and had reached the level of thought.

Three days, Xiao Chen was here, and he repeatedly thought about both tricks. Although there was no major breakthrough, there was much skill between the moveable implementations.

The least you can do is read your mind and go with it.

With a little control, you can grasp the degree between your hands and let it go.

The agreed time with Win Qiong had come, Xiao Chen unfolded the wings of freedom, the divine talent within walking distance of the sky, several times carried out, and drove back to the city within the kung fu of a tea.

In the inn, Xiao Chen sat down, relaxed and drank tea, quietly awaiting the arrival of Win Joan.

Xiao Chen was reassured about Winning Qiong's ability to do business. Since the other party said he could get it, he must be able to get it because it contains a lot of dragon soul treasures.

“Son, your letter was sent to our store three days ago.” When Xiao Chen arrived, Xiao Xiao Xiao immediately walked with joy.

Who sent the letter?

Xiao Chen dropped the teacup and gave Xiao Er a black star coin. Instead of rushing to see the content, he looked at the down payment.

“Sister, Ling Liu Shui.” Xiao Chen opened the letter and looked carefully.

A moment later, Xiao Chen dropped the envelope and looked a little ugly. Grab a teacup, sip, and wrap bitterness around the tip of your tongue.

“Oh, Prince Xiao's expression, but rare, what happened? ”

Win Joan, smile and moan, as promised.

Xiao Chen silently pushed the letter to the other party. After winning Qiong read it, the original smiling face also became extremely angry: “How can this be, it's too much, they! ”