Chapter 143 Covering the Sky with One Hand

Zhang Debiao did not take those patterns to heart, and continued to practice Longmeng Baoxiang, Dachi Tianmo Shenjue and Taitan Funengsheng. Taitan Funengsheng Jue was incomplete, but combined with the other two mental methods, it could form a complete mental method, occupying 32 of the 37 Douqi channels.

Neither Longmeng Baoxiang, ranked seventh, nor Dachi Tianmo Shenjue, ranked fourth, could occupy all Douqi channels. Together with the tenth-ranked Taitan Funengsheng Jue, it only occupied 32 Douqi channels, but this was the mental method that Zhang Debiao knew of that covered the most Douqi channels.

Thirty-two Douqi channels, even the code of the God King Palace may not have such a wide range of channels!

Zhang Debiao closed his eyes and concentrated, and opened his eyes again after a while, feeling restless. Why couldn't he calm down and practice today? The patterns drawn by the old madman kept appearing in his mind.

These patterns were doodled by the old madman, and seemed to be a martial art, but how could he believe what the madman drew? Zhang Debiao knew this, but those patterns were inevitably imprinted in his mind, as if they contained great charm.

Zhang Debiao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and simply stopped practicing. He stood up and came to the pattern drawn by the old madman. Those patterns had long been erased by him, leaving only the pattern of a hand.

His eyes fell on that hand, and he could no longer move away. He saw that the hand was half clenched and half bent, as if a baby clenched its small hand in the mother's womb, holding all the spiritual energy in the body in its hand.

This seemingly ordinary pattern fell into Zhang Debiao's eyes, but it became extraordinary, as if it had penetrated the creation of all boxing techniques, and integrated all the boxing ideas of time into this picture, including all the changes in boxing ideas!

"This is definitely not the martial arts of the old madman!"

Zhang Debiao was shocked. Although the old madman was a sword saint and a nearly invincible existence, Zhang Debiao had fought with him for so long and knew his martial arts very well. If he had such a profound martial arts, I'm afraid he could pinch himself to death with just one finger!

Zhang Debiao's mind could not help but be deeply attracted by this palm. This pattern was imprinted in his brain and gradually changed in his mind. It was obviously a dead pattern, but it began to move in his mind.

I saw that the clenched palm slowly unfolded, and the five fingers bloomed like lotus flowers, and the knuckles vibrated. Every vibration was a change, mysterious and profound, more mysterious and profound than Zong Mo Luo's lotus finger!

The changes of the thumb, little finger, ring finger, middle finger, and index finger can be passed down as a new martial arts, which is definitely a fighting skill that is more advanced than the lotus finger!

The changes of the palm are still continuing, and the layers of palm techniques and seal combinations seem to encompass the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye, turning into a huge idea, an invincible idea!

Zhang Debiao sat there stupidly, and the pattern in his mind kept changing, endlessly, as if all the boxing techniques and boxing ideas were born from this palm!

The mother of boxing!

The mother of all boxing techniques and boxing ideas!

All of Zhang Debiao's spiritual energy was caught in these endless changes, changing with these changes.

After an unknown amount of time, the changes suddenly stopped, and the five fingers of the hand in the pattern slowly curled up and clenched towards the palm, still clenching the five fingers, like a baby in the mother's womb, holding his spiritual energy in the fist.

Zhang Debiao's hand also clenched with the pattern, and suddenly all the spiritual energy in his body was held in his hand. Suddenly, his hand Taiyin lung meridian began to vibrate, and the fighting spirit was ready to move with a strange rhythm. Then the hand Yangming large intestine meridian also began to vibrate, and then more meridians vibrated. In an instant, the thirty-seven fighting spirit channels in the body vibrated endlessly!

The three mental methods of Longmeng Baoxiang, the Evil Spirit Canon, and the Titan Fenneng Shengjue did not include all the fighting spirit channels, but this pattern actually mobilized all the fighting spirit channels!

At that moment, Zhang Debiao even thought that if he punched out, he would break the sky!

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Zhang Debiao opened his eyes and saw Xiao Hei lying at his feet. He suddenly raised his head. The old madman next to him was making a fuss and shouted, "Mushroom wakes up!"

The black mist on Zayed's body was swept away immediately, and he asked hurriedly, "Aman, what's wrong with you? You have been unconscious for so long, no matter how I call you, you won't wake up!"

"How long have I slept?" Zhang Debiao was very puzzled. He watched the pattern change, as if all the boxing changes were completed in an instant and returned to the origin. It didn't take too long at all.

Saint Magister Zayed said calmly: "The Black Stone Prison Guard came to deliver food seventeen times."

"Seventeen times of delivering food, nearly six days?!"

Zhang Debiao just felt unbelievable. It was clearly a pattern of a hand, but he actually watched it in his mind for six days!

"My God, this hand is just a corner of the many patterns drawn by the old madman. If I take all those patterns, I want to comprehend them completely. It will take me a long time to finish reading them?"

Zhang Debiao was still in shock. He finally understood why the old madman became crazy. The patterns in his brain contained a huge amount of martial arts knowledge, which was enough to make a person collapse!

However, Zhang Debiao underestimated a little. The old madman was a sword master with a long life. He could study the martial arts in the patterns to his heart's content. Time was not a problem for him.

However, such a sword master who stood at the peak of power was driven crazy by these patterns. This was enough to explain the problem.

The root cause was that these martial arts lacked a system to integrate them into one, and this system was a huge and complex fighting spirit channel system.

Without a perfect Dou Qi channel system, the last change of these patterns cannot be completed, so even a superior being like the Sword Master, a talented and beautiful person, will be driven crazy.

"In the past six days, I have broken through seven or eight of the demon-suppressing seals and restored 70% of my cultivation! Give me some time and I will be able to restore all my cultivation!"

Holy Magister Zaid continued: "And the old madman also broke the seal of fighting spirit and restored his cultivation."

Zhang Debiao looked at the crazy old man and saw that the crazy old man was so proud that his whole body suddenly burst out with fighting spirit. The violent fighting spirit forced the two of them to retreat, and he said proudly: "You can't beat me. You must listen to me from now on! If you don't accept it, we will fight. Fight!" After saying that, he started to take action.

"Wait!"

Zhang Debiao quickly raised his hand and said solemnly: "Old mushroom, what is your name?"

The old madman's eyes widened and he was confused.

Zhang Debiao sneered: "You don't even know your own name, and you want me to listen to you? My name is Debiao Manchui, my nickname is Aman, and I have another name named Zhang Debiao. I have more names than you and longer than you. From now on, you Listen to me!"

The old madman was dejected and stood behind him obediently.

Holy Magister Zaid was dumbfounded, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He felt regretful in his heart: "I have known for a long time that this guy is crazy. Why didn't I think of this trick and use the old madman for my own use?"

The Holy Magister said quickly: "My name is longer, my name is Zaid, the middle surname is Vic Matthews, and the first surname is Okmus Akmadovich..."

Zhang Debiao rolled his eyes at him and said triumphantly: "It's too late!" He pulled the old madman aside and asked him how he broke the seal of fighting spirit. The old madman blinked and said, "Fight with yourself!"

"Fight with yourself?" Zhang Debiao was stunned: "What is this method?"

I saw the crazy old man's hands fighting violently, and then a fist suddenly hit his lower abdomen hard, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out. His expression was sluggish, and he said excitedly: "That's it!"

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but shudder when he saw blood beads still hanging on his beard.

However, the old madman's self-mutilation behavior made him know how this old monster broke the seal of fighting spirit. When he punched out, his fist and mind were punched out at the same time, and he used his fist and mind to destroy the seal, so he could recover. Cultivation!

"The old madman has been fighting with me for such a long time, and he has recovered some fighting spirit, which is enough to use his fists to break the seal with random collisions." Zhang Debiao thought to himself: "This is indeed a seal that can be broken. There is no way, but the old madman is a sword master, and his fist can mark the void, so it can naturally break the seal, but my fist may not be able to do it. If I let this madman take action, I am afraid he can kill me with one punch!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao thought of the boxing pattern again, his heart moved, and he entered the realm of the Bridge of Life and Death. A bridge spanned the entire stone room!

He stretched out his right hand, and his palm completed countless changes in the blink of an eye, condensing into a punch. He saw the bridge of life and death gradually shrinking, shrinking into the center of his fist, returning to the mentality of a baby, and lightly punching his Dantian.

"Covering the sky with one hand!"

There seemed to be a loud bang in Zhang Debiao's ears. In his Dantian area, the Bridge of Life and Death squeezed into the lotus seal, setting up a bridge inside and outside the Dantian!

The lotus seal kept squeezing his fist intention of the Bridge of Life and Death, but the fist intention remained motionless under this powerful force, and fighting energy continued to flow in and out through the bridge.

Zhang Debiao couldn't help shouting, and he was extremely happy in his heart: "Although the lotus seal was not completely broken, I finally recovered 70-80 points of cultivation! I opened the other two dantians, and the current 78-point cultivation level is the same as the previous peak. The state is not inferior, even stronger! ”

At this moment, the stone chamber suddenly began to tremble violently, and a thumping sound came from the ground. Each sound was duller than the last, as if there was an extremely huge wild beast stretching its body underground.

Suddenly there was a burst of noise in the corridor of the Blackstone Iron Prison. Zhang Debiao quickly went to the window to take a look. He saw an extraterritorial demon with the head of a snake and an eight-arm Shura standing in the corridor. Several other extraterrestrial demons quickly passed by him. Swim passed by and said loudly: "That thing is making noise again, Sieg, don't be stunned, go and join forces to suppress it!"

These extraterrestrial demons left quickly and headed straight to the next level of the Blackstone Iron Prison.

"What is hidden under the Black Stone Iron Prison?" Zhang Debiao was slightly startled and said to himself.

Zaid's eyes flickered and said: "How do I know? This thing has already caused trouble once, but you were in a coma at the time, so you didn't know."

"I didn't ask you."

Zhang Debiao turned around and saw the Holy Mage of the Dead looking away. He obviously knew the cause of the commotion and said with a smile: "Could this thing be the treasure of your God King's Palace?"

Zaid laughed strangely a few times, then suddenly kept his face and said nothing.