Chapter 943

On the Hanging Temple, in Fulong Temple.

Witnessing Liang Qu being sent flying by Zhang Longxiang, and Liang Qu dragging his heavily wounded body, walking out of the boiling lake, the sect disciples were dumbfounded.

They couldn't understand, but they were greatly shocked!

That miserable state was simply to the extent that they would have nightmares tonight!

However.

The most rigid fist.

The most Yang lake!

Looking at the boiling Woxiang Lake, the magnificent Baron Xingyi seemed to have obtained an incredible opportunity. The young ones all cast their eyes towards their elders, but the elders looked at each other.

Small sects.

Don't understand.

Many elders were only at the Hunting Tiger realm, still a big gap from Liang Qu's realm, and the Wu Sheng's actions were even more incomprehensible.

Only the seniors of the five great true traditions living in the Hanging Temple barely understood a little, seeing some clues, and were secretly shocked.

Sword-child Shan Ying of the Cave Heaven Court looked at the leader of this trip, trying to get an answer: "Elder—"

The Cave Heaven Court elder rubbed his eyebrows: "Shan Ying, not just Shan Ying, including the others, do you know,

how Woxiang Lake boiled just now?"

"Fire-attribute ten-thousand-phase martial arts? Or the characteristics of Baron Xingyi's Qi sea?" Someone answered.

"I have never heard of Baron Xingyi consuming fire-attribute long Qi, practicing fire-attribute martial arts. Serving in the River Patrol Office,

I remember it seems to be water-attribute long Qi."

The elder didn't answer; he turned his head to look at Shan Ying.

"Since the elder asked this, the answer must not be so simple, and it is more likely that there is a huge discrepancy with what we imagine." Shan Ying shook his head and pondered for a moment. "I guess it's will; he boiled the center of the lake with his will?"

Will?

The other disciples felt it was unbelievable. Due to the hierarchy, they didn't dare to refute Shan Ying and looked at their own elder again.

Who would have thought the elder would show approval: "Shan Ying is right."

A burst of shock.

Not just the Cave Heaven Court, the Louguan Terrace and Hanging Temple also had it.

Just by will, boil a big lake?

Woxiang Lake, Woxiang Lake, that is a big lake that can accommodate the Six-Tusked White Elephant, a three-realm great demon, and even the whole clan playing, its depth is more than a hundred zhang.

Qu Zhaoxue raised her hand: "Elder, I only heard that a Wu Sheng's will can suppress a Jiang Zongshi's spirit, a Jiang Zongshi can suppress a Great Martial Artist, causing the wounds caused by attacks to not recover for a long time, and even a Great Martial Artist can stare an ordinary person to death, but this is essentially spirit against spirit, why can it boil water?"

"Because this is not simple spirit, it is heart fire, it is 'Intention'! A person's spirit will grow with the improvement of the realm, but Intention will not!

If you have it, you have it; if you don't, you don't. It won't appear out of thin air because of the growth of the realm." The Daoist priest of Louguan Terrace continued the question.

"What is 'Intention'?"

"Yuan, when you sit in meditation and practice, what do you cultivate?"

Yuan thought for a while: "Is it the Dao?"

"What about sparring and comparing?"

"Technique? Technique to protect the Dao?"

"Indeed." The Louguan Terrace Daoist priest waved his whisk. "Our generation's cultivation is to seek longevity, seek freedom, and cultivate the Great Dao.

Various martial arts are all techniques to protect the Dao, and Intention is the product of cultivating techniques to a very high and profound realm!

Techniques with Intention are far superior to techniques without Intention! It is the firefly and the bright moon!"

The big monk of the Hanging Temple nodded: "Intention is anger, is fire, is killing! It is the Buddha having diamond angry eyes! Fire comes out and water boils, demons encounter it and turn to ash!"

Everyone was confused.

Fortunately, after the explanations of several great masters, they had a general understanding.

"Dare to ask the elder, how can one obtain Intention?" Shan Ying was envious.

The seniors of the five great true traditions looked at each other and looked at the big monk of the Hanging Temple who was the main host.

"The ingredients must be good, the fire must be big."

The voice was steady, coming from the door, Master Di Xian stepped in.

"Abbot!"

The crowd bowed.

"Master Master Di Xian, 'the ingredients must be good, the fire must be big,' how to explain these six words?" Qu Zhaoxue asked.

"To understand 'Intention,' one needs great understanding, great resilience, indomitable, and immortal through a hundred deaths. Without understanding, without resilience, others under that punch, with insufficient cultivation, will only sink into near-death, die, and disappear, without any opportunity."

Everyone chewed on this.

"What about the fire being big?"

"Six Demon Trial, body and mind exhausted, carrying a heavy burden, this is fire one; Dragon-Elephant fist mark, severely wounded and near death, Wu Sheng's will eroding, this is fire two; Bright King cooperating in the performance, psychological pressure, this is fire three!

Tempering you into success, three fires burning together, the great fire is boundless, forcing the external power to the extreme, to the deepest part, only then can success be achieved. Otherwise, even if it were half a day later, when the exhaustion of the Six Demon Trial dissipated by three points, the seed would wither, and the result would be hard to replicate."

Everyone suddenly understood.

"Having the heart of Victorious Fighting, tempered by a great fire! Obtain the true fire!" Yuan said.

Master Di Xian chewed on it: "Indeed!"

Shan Ying and the others looked at each other.

Liang Qu's ability to understand Intention had an inseparable connection with the Six Demon Trial just now.

In the world, this kind of illusion trial is also rare. Several years, ten-odd years, one morning of effort shattered, dream bubble, this kind of mental blow and exhaustion is unique.

"Elder—"

Shan Ying just opened his mouth, and the Cave Heaven Court elder shook his head and rejected it.

"Don't think about it, insufficient cultivation will only lead to death. Baron Xingyi is a Perfected Form, with strong vitality, so he tried it. Once the heart fire rises, it will burn away the Wu Sheng's will that erodes flesh and blood. You are only Hunting Tiger; even if Lord Dragon-Elephant holds back, you won't be able to withstand such heavy injuries."

"What about taking elixirs?"

The Nirvana of No-Abiding only happens once every three sixty-year cycles. Talented people emerge in the country. In another hundred-odd years, it won't be his turn in the Cave Heaven Court. Shan Ying really didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Cave Heaven Court elder sighed.

The Louguan Terrace Daoist priest laughed.

"Kid, you have to be able to withstand the medicinal power first. Even if you use a great elixir to hang your life, the time it takes for you to burn away the Wu Sheng's will is definitely not comparable to when you are in the Perfected Form realm. There are too many influencing factors; a miss is as good as a mile. Ordinary Intention fire is born when one is Perfected Form or above. Therefore, live well. If you live, you have all kinds of opportunities."

The gap in vitality of the realm is a hard injury!

The people in the field never doubted that they could enter the Perfected Form realm in the future, but unfortunately, many times, life's encounters are just so coincidental.

Shan Ying was helpless: "Thank you, Daoist priest, for your kindness."

"How did the Dragon-Elephant Wu Sheng understand it?" Yuan asked.

"When he stepped flat on both sides of the Shahe River, the Qi in his heart gathered."

Rumble!

Heart yearning, another wave added in Fulong Temple, another shock.

Another situation?

Everyone turned their steps and gathered around the Heart Ape Lake.

On the lake surface, light and shadow changed, it was Woxiang Lake in Fulong Temple!

Only five percent of the dirty water remained in the entire Woxiang Lake, and instead, a water pillar reaching the sky flowed endlessly!

The water pillar was over several hundred zhang long. By comparison, it was just like the Zen staff of the golden Buddha in the Nirvana of No-Abiding!

"Hahaha!"

The laughter was wild.

The "tattered" Liang Qu tried his best to hold onto the sky light, his body wobbling, his teeth full of scarlet blood, a point of heart fire floating from the center of his eyebrows, the whole water pillar burning into brilliant golden yellow, and boiling water bubbles actually churning inside!

"Look closely, this damn thing is Slaying the Dragon!"

The roar rushed to the sky.

Dragon-Elephant looked up.

Huai Kong, who was trying his best to save him, was helpless.

The sound of wooden fish was chaotic, and the monks were trembling, not knowing why the abbot still didn't come out to stop it.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Where his feet stepped, the earth sank like a mud swamp, and the majestic power rushed to the sky. After three steps, the water pillar that was already wobbling suddenly tilted to one side uncontrollably. The sunlight shone through the water pillar, floating light and jumping gold, quiet shadows sinking into jade.

Dragon-Elephant shook his head and turned to leave.

!

Liang Qu, who had long been exhausted, had his ankles stuck in the mud. Before he could swing the boiling water pillar, his knees shattered the bricks and stones, his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground.

"Ha hu ha hu—"

Snoring started.

Losing the control of great power, the water pillar collapsed with a bang.

Cold frost spread, cold and heat met, stimulating bursts of white smoke.

Long Binglin controlled the direction, Long Eying cooled the boiling water.

It was just one step too late.

Wow.

Boiling water cooled to fifty or sixty degrees poured down, white waves collapsed and surged, pouring into every corner of Fulong Temple.

The little elephant was scalded and screamed, flapping its ears, running around, kicking its legs and hitting its head against the big pillar in front of it.

Elephant King:

"..."