Chapter 943

On the Hanging Temple, in the Subduing Dragon Temple.

Witnessing Liang Qu being beaten away by Zhang 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 of having nightmares tonight!

However.

The extremely rigid fist.

The extremely yang lake!

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

Small sect.

Don't understand.

Many elders were only at the Hunting Tiger level, still a big gap from Liang Qu's realm, and they didn't understand the Martial Saint's actions.

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.

The Cave Heaven Court Sword Child Shan Ying looked at the team 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 others, do you know,"

"how Woxiang Lake boiled just now?"

"Fire-attribute myriad-phase martial arts? Or the characteristics of Baron Xingyi Earl's sea of Qi?" someone answered.

"Never heard of Baron Xingyi Earl eating fire-attribute long Qi, practicing fire-attribute martial arts; working in the River 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 definitely won't be so simple, and it's more likely to be very different from what we imagine." Shan Ying shook his head and pondered for a moment. "I guess it's will; did he boil the center of the lake with his will?"

Will?

The other disciples only felt it was inconceivable; due to respect for the superior, they didn't dare to refute Shan Ying, and looked at their own elder again.

Who would have thought the elder showed appreciation: "Shan Ying is right."

A burst of shock.

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

Just by will, boil the 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 the whole family playing; its depth is more than a hundred zhang.

Qu Qu Zhaoxue raised her hand: "Elder, I have heard that Martial Saint's will can suppress Grandmaster's spirit, Grandmaster can suppress Great Martial Artist, causing the wounds caused by attacks to not recover for a long time, and even Great Martial Artist can kill ordinary people with one glance, 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'! People's spirit will grow with the improvement of 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 realm." The Daoist of the Louguan Terrace continued the question.

"What is 'intention'?"

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

Yuan thought: "Is it Dao?"

"What about sparring and comparing?"

"Technique? Technique of protecting the path?"

"Indeed." The Louguan Terrace Daoist waved his whisk. "Our generation practices, seeking longevity, seeking freedom, practicing the Great Dao."

"Various martial arts are all techniques of protecting the path, and intention is the product of practicing techniques to an extremely high realm!"

"Techniques with intention are far better than techniques without intention! It is fireflies and the bright moon!"

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

Everyone was confused.

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

"May I ask the elder, how can one obtain intention?" Shan Ying was jealous.

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 home court, in unison.

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

The voice was steady, coming from the doorway, 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 interpret these six words?" Qu Qu Zhaoxue asked.

"To understand 'intention', one needs great enlightenment, great resilience, unyielding, never dying in a hundred deaths. Without enlightenment, without resilience, others under that punch, with insufficient cultivation, will only sink into near-death, die and disappear, without any opportunity."

Everyone chewed on it.

"What about the fire must be big?"

"Six Demon Trial, body and mind exhausted, carrying a thousand-jin burden, this is fire one; Dragon Elephant fist seal, heavily wounded and near death, Martial Saint's will eroding, this is fire two; Bright King cooperating to perform, psychological pressure, this is fire three!"

"Jade is polished into a vessel; three fires burn together, the great fire is boundless, external force is forced to the extreme, the deepest place, only then can success be achieved; otherwise, it would be half a day late, waiting for the fatigue of the Six Demon Trial to dissipate by three points, the seed would wither, and the result would be difficult to replicate."

Everyone suddenly understood.

"Have the heart of Victorious Fighting, quench it with great fire! Obtain true fire!" Yuan opened his mouth.

Master Di Xian chewed on it: "Indeed!"

Shan Ying and the others looked at each other.

Liang Qu's ability to understand intention cannot be separated from the Six Demon Trial just now.

In the world, this kind of illusion trial is also rare; several years, ten-plus years, a morning of effort destroyed, dream bubble, this kind of mental blow and fatigue is unique.

"Elder"

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

"Don't think about it, insufficient cultivation will only lead to death; Baron Xingyi Earl is a Perfected Form, with strong vitality, so he tried it; once the heart fire starts, it will burn away the Martial Saint's will that erodes flesh and blood; you are only Hunting Tiger, even if Lord Dragon Elephant holds back his power, you won't be able to withstand such heavy injuries in the end."

"What about taking pills?"

The Nirvana of No-Abiding opens once every three Jiazi; talents emerge in the country, and in another hundred-plus years, it won't be his turn in the Cave Heaven Court; Shan Ying really didn't want to miss this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity.

The Cave Heaven Court elder sighed.

The Louguan Terrace Daoist laughed.

"Kid, you have to be able to withstand the medicinal power first; even if you use great pills to hang your life, the time you take to burn away the Martial Saint's will is definitely not comparable to the Perfected Form realm; there are too many influencing factors, a miss by a hair, a difference by a thousand miles; ordinary intention fire birth is all above Perfected Form, so, live well, live, and there will be opportunities for everything."

The vitality gap of the realm is a hard injury!

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

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

"How did Dragon Elephant Martial Saint understand it?" Yuan asked.

"When stepping over the two banks of the Sha River, the Qi in the heart gathered and formed."

Rumble!

Yearning in the heart, another wave was added in the Subduing Dragon Temple, with other shocks.

Still have a situation?

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

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

Only five percent of the dirty water remained in the whole Woxiang Lake, and instead, a towering water pillar 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 arrogant.

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

"Watch carefully, this damn thing is Beheading the Dragon!"

The roar rushed to the sky.

Dragon Elephant looked up.

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

The wooden fish sound was chaotic, 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 swaying water pillar suddenly tilted to one side uncontrollably, sunlight shone through the water pillar, light floating and gold jumping, quiet shadows sinking into jade.

Dragon Elephant shook his head and turned to leave.

!

Liang Qu, who had already run out of oil and lamp, had his ankles stuck in the mud; before he could swing the boiling water pillar, his knees knelt and shattered the bricks, 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 Long Binglin controlled the direction, Long Long Eying cooled the boiling water.

Just one step late.

Wow.

The hot water cooled to fifty or sixty degrees poured down, white waves collapsed and surged, pouring into every corner of the Subduing Dragon Temple.

The little elephant was scalded and screamed, flapped its ears, ran four zhang, kicked its legs against the big pillar in front of it, and bumped its head.

Elephant King:

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