Chapter 652

The wild wind surges and whistles, and the river flow pulses.

The snow on the mast shakes off, as if it is not Liang Qu breathing, but the whole world!

Sitting at the altar for less than a quarter of an hour.

Heaven-Man Six Heyi!

Lan Jicai doesn't dare to delay, turns his head and calls people.

The blue-robed square-hat colleague jumps to the lookout bucket, uncovers the pottery jar, and pats the bottom of the jar three times.

Bang bang bang!

A group of gray mist slowly emerges, like someone wearing ethereal white gauze, struggling to crawl out of the jar mouth. The moment it is exposed, smoke continues to dissipate and hide into the void.

The blue-robed colleague immediately raises the bottom of the jar, hoping the little man will fall naturally.

However, things go contrary to wishes.

Just as the gray mist little man sticks out his waist and is about to fall into the Heavenly Altar, he seems to perceive danger, restores a little consciousness, desperately bows, and dodges to the side.

The little man's body emerges from the jar mouth, moving left and right like pulling a radish. Seeing that he is about to break away from the jar.

Lan Jicai shouts: "Old Mo!"

Before the words fell.

It is as if an invisible big hand is born from the sky, grabbing the little man hard, tearing him to pieces in two or three times, and stuffing him into the altar.

Immediately.

The entire Jiang Zongshi remains are like being squeezed into a millstone, alive and ground into powder essence light, turning into the Heavenly Altar's nourishment.

Sharp explosions ring in the ears and hearts of Yang Xu and others. Those with weaker cultivation bleed from their noses, and individual military men faint on the spot.

"Go back!"

Yang Xu lets Xu Zishuai carry the few Junior Brothers away.

Boom!

The Heavenly Altar that absorbed the Jiang Zongshi remains shines brightly, and the majestic essence light shoots straight into the sky, piercing through the clouds!

The merchant ships not far away see this scene, suspicious and uncertain.

Such a strange phenomenon.

Could it be that a supreme treasure has been born?

On the Heavenly Altar.

Liang Qu sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, five hearts facing the sky.

The mysterious and heavy Martial Saint aura wraps his whole body, as if an independent support has grown in his body, consciously controlling his every move and even his breathing.

In just a few breaths, he was easily led into a mysterious realm.

Liang Qu can feel that he can get rid of the "support" control in his body at any time, but that obviously deviates from the original intention of sitting at the altar.

Rumble!

Thunder rolls in his ears and heart.

Invisible pulses proceed with breathing, from inside to outside, from outside to inside, changing the muscles and bones of the whole body, moistening every subtle place, constantly trembling, growing.

At this moment, in the middle of winter, the world turns into a furnace, crazily calcining his flesh, blood, and soul.

Soul, qi and blood, spirit.

Three pieces of material are smashed and fused together.

Spirit is strong and qi is born, qi is born and essence rises, essence rises and spirit is strong, circulating back and forth, climbing step by step.

You have me, I have you.

Endless sense of roundness surges into his heart, and the majestic and terrifying blood qi grows domineeringly.

Liang Qu has a big hand pushing behind his back.

Until a certain moment, the whole person seems to be no longer limited to the shell, merging with the world, knowing the principles of all things, easily jumping out of the shackles, and entering a great freedom realm never seen before!

In a trance.

He grasped the "veins of heaven and earth," and his own "root" was verified with heaven and earth, expanding rapidly.

The great rivers and rivers narrowed, and the towering mountains were thrown under his feet.

Great wind, great snow, great fog, great earth, everything was pierced by his gaze.

Liang Qu looks far away, his vision stretched infinitely, as if he can see Yixing thousands of miles away, and the misty Lushan Mountain.

Heaven and earth.

Everywhere is perceived, everywhere is understood.

A great desire for control arises from the heart, followed by unprecedented stability.

Look further away.

Colorful auspicious clouds and flowing light.

The rolling frost spreads in the north, the thick fog wraps the southern border, and the gloomy black qi lingers over the Jianghuai Great Marsh.

Qi mechanism!

Heaven and earth qi mechanism!

However, while watching.

A little man jumped out in front of Liang Qu, hugging his face tightly.

A rogue with blood on his face, a naked dragon girl, a giant snake crying and wailing, scarlet, jade white, ink green... all kinds of colors mixed together, stuffing into his line of sight.

Qi and blood are disturbed uncontrollably.

Demonic shadow!

It is obvious that the Heavenly Altar in front of him has not been used by Liang Qu alone!

The demonic shadow is like a big hand, desperately dragging Liang Qu who wants to rise.

Before Liang Qu could move, faint golden light rose, and the dragon and tiger qi jumped out on their own, roaring and biting, tearing the black shadow in front of him to pieces.

The line of sight is empty.

The spirit rises again, refreshed and happy.

"So this is Heaven-Man Six Heyi."

Liang Qu mutters.

The individual merges with the world, the wind comes from the river surface, blowing out 108,000 ripples, clear as fire.

All conspiracies and tricks have nowhere to hide.

How can one not know that there are villains harming him?

Wandering endlessly, just as the spirit was about to drift to the sky, a heavy suction force came from the earth, pulling Liang Qu back to the ground again.

Open eyes.

The night sky is full of stars, and the tide gently pats the ship.

Everything is quiet.

The moment in perception actually went from day to night?

Liang Qu opens his palm.

Nothing has changed.

He is still perfect at the Heavenly Bridge, and the feeling of swimming in the world has vanished, as if everything before was just a beautiful dream, and the experience in the dream is being forgotten and faded at an incredible speed, until a certain critical point, barely stopping, leaving a faint mark.

But even so, Liang Qu is satisfied.

Compared to Heaven-Man Induction, where man and heaven merge and all things are one with me, the fusion of spirit and blood is simply too simple.

As long as he wants, he can build a house and building tonight and break through to Hunting Tiger!

"Mr. Lan, how long has passed?"

"Seventeen hours, it's just dark."

More than a day?

Liang Qu ponders.

"How is it? How much did you remember?"

Lan Jicai takes out a volume of pages and asks.

Liang Qu closes his eyes, using the feelings remaining in his mind as a comparison, his brows tightly locked.

"Thirty-five percent?"

"Thirty-five percent?"

Lan Jicai repeats it.

Liang Qu ponders for a moment and nods firmly: "Mr. Lan, is this number more or less?"

"More. There are not many people who sit at the altar to become a Great Martial Artist. The last one before you was the one who died in the Southern Border. According to him, the first time was twenty-five percent. You have one percent more than him." Lan Jicai records it seriously on the paper.

There are too few comparisons for sitting at the altar from Wolf Smoke to Hunting Tiger, so there is no way to compare horizontally, but horizontal is not possible, there is still vertical.

Sitting at the altar for the sake of opening the Profound Light to obtain the opportunity to advance to the Perfected Form, it is quite rare to have thirty percent the first time.

It's not surprising.

Liang Qu can break the Great Shun record, it is a precedent, and it should be a dragon and phoenix among people.

"It's not bad to have a ten or twenty percent impression the first time you sit at the altar, enough for the spirit and blood to fuse. Do you want to continue?"

"Can I continue?"

Liang Qu asks back.

"Yes, this time sitting at the altar, the Holy Emperor gave a total of eight portions of Jiang Zongshi remains. According to your consumption, you can use it about three times.

Yuan Yuwen only needed once, and the Imperial Court estimated you would be the same, but it still prepared several portions, so the remaining ones can be regarded as rewards for you."

"What suggestions does Mr. Lan have?"

"I suggest continuing. The more spirit light you grasp the first time, the smoother the fusion of spirit and blood, and the fiercer the breakthrough.

Others breaking through to Hunting Tiger can build a high wall, you can build at least three. The principle is the same as breaking through to Galloping Horse in the four passes; those with deep accumulation can connect several orifices in a row."

Liang Qu's pupils shine brightly.

"Come!"

(End of chapter)