Chapter 949 Where There Is a Fire, There Is a Fire

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On the Hanging Temple, in the Fulong Temple.

The disciples of the sect who saw Liang Qu being beaten away by Zhang Longxiang and dragging his crippled body out of the boiling lake were stunned.

They couldn't understand, but they were shocked!

That miserable scene was so terrible that it would give them nightmares tonight!

However.

The strongest fist.

The most yang lake!

Looking at the boiling Lying Elephant Lake, Xuanhe Xingyibo seemed to have got an extraordinary opportunity. The young ones all cast their eyes on the elders, but the elders looked at each other.

Small sects.

I don't understand.

Many elders have just hunted tigers, and they are still a long way behind Liang Qu in realm. What the martial saint did is even more puzzling.

Only the elders of the five great true sects who lived in the Hanging Temple could barely understand a little bit, saw some clues, and were secretly shocked.

Shan Ying, the swordsman of the Dongtian Court, looked at the leader of this trip, trying to get an answer: "Elder——"

The elder of the Dongtian Court rubbed his eyebrows: "Shan Ying, not only Shan Ying, but also others, do you know,

How did the Woxiang Lake boil just now?"

"Fire attribute Wanxiang martial arts? Or the characteristics of Xingyi Bo's Qi Sea?" Someone answered.

"I have never heard that Xingyi Bo consumed fire attribute long qi and practiced fire attribute exercises. He served in Hebo.

I remember it seemed to be water attribute long qi.

The elder did not answer, he turned his head and looked at Shan Ying.

"Since the elder asked this question, the answer will definitely not be so simple, and it is more likely to be very different from what we imagined. "Shan Ying shook his head and pondered for a moment, "I guess it was will, he boiled the center of the lake with will? "

Will?

The other disciples found it incredible. Due to the difference in status, they dared not refute Shan Ying and looked at their elders again.

Unexpectedly, the elder showed approval: "Shan Ying is right."

There was an uproar.

Not only in Dongtian Court, but also in Louguantai and Hanging Temple.

Boil the lake with will alone?

Woxiang Lake Woxiang Lake, that is a big lake that can accommodate six-tusked white elephants, a three-level monster and even the whole clan playing, its depth is more than a hundred feet.

Qu Zhaoxue raised his hand: "Elder, just heard that the will of the Martial Saint can suppress the spirit of the Grandmaster, and the Grandmaster can suppress the Great Martial Master, causing the wounds caused by the attack to be unable to recover for a long time, and even the Great Martial Master can kill ordinary people with a glare, but this is essentially spirit against spirit, how can it boil water? "

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

If there is, there is. If there is not, there is not. It will not appear out of thin air just because the realm has increased. "The Taoist priest of Louguantai continued the question.

"What is 'intention'?"

"Yuan, what do you practice when you meditate and practice martial arts?"

Yuan thought for a while: "Is it Tao?"

"Compare and discuss?"

"Skill? The skill of protecting Tao?"

"Yes." The Taoist priest of Louguantai waved his whisk, "We practice to seek longevity, freedom, and the great way.

All kinds of martial arts are the skills of protecting Tao, and intention is the product of practicing skills to a very high level!

The skill of intention is far better than the skill of no intention! It is firefly and bright moon!"

The monk of Hanging Temple nodded: "Intention is anger, fire, killing! It is the angry eyes of Buddha! Fire comes out and water boils, and demons fly away!"

Everyone was confused.

Fortunately, after several masters took turns to explain, they had a general understanding.

"May I ask, elder, how can I be successful?" Shan Ying's eyes were hot.

The elders of the five great sects looked at each other and looked at the master monk of the Hanging Temple at the main venue.

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

A steady voice came from the door, and Di Xian stepped in.

"Abbot!"

The crowd saluted.

"Master Di Xian, what do the six words 'the ingredients must be good, and the fire must be big' mean?" Qu Zhaoxue asked.

"To comprehend the 'intention', you need great understanding, great resilience, and perseverance. Without understanding and resilience, others will be on the verge of death and will not have any chance under that punch, and their cultivation will be poor. "

Everyone chewed.

"How big should the fire be?"

"The Six Demon Trial, physically and mentally exhausted, carrying a heavy burden, this is Fire One; Dragon Elephant Fist Seal, severely injured and on the verge of death, erosion of the will of the Martial Saint, this is Fire Two; Ming Wang cooperated in the performance, psychological oppression, this is Fire Three!

The three fires are stacked, the fire is boundless, and the external force is pressed to the extreme and deepest, before success can be achieved. Otherwise, it will take half a day at night, until the fatigue of the Six Demon Trial disappears by three points, the seeds wither, and the result will be difficult to replicate."

Everyone suddenly realized.

"If you have the heart to fight and win, the big fire will quench it! Get the real fire!" Yuan said.

Di Xian chewed it for a while, "Yes!"

Shan Ying and the others looked at each other one by one.

Liang Qu's ability to comprehend the meaning is inseparable from the Six Demon Trial just now.

This kind of illusion trial is rare in the world. After several years or even dozens of years, the efforts are shattered in one day, and the dream is a bubble. This kind of mental blow and fatigue is unique.

"Elder"

Shan Ying just opened his mouth, the elder of Dongtian Court shook his head and rejected.

"Mo Nian, if your cultivation is not good enough, you will only die. Xingyi Bo is a perfect elephant, and his vitality is tenacious, so if you try it, the fire in your heart will burn the will of the martial saint that devours your flesh and blood. You are just a tiger hunter. Even if Lord Longxiang stops his strength, he can't stand such a serious injury when he turns back."

"What about taking the pill?"

It only takes three decades for Wuzhu Nirvana. Talented people emerge in every generation. In another hundred years, it will not be his turn in Dongtian Court. Shan Ying really doesn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The elder of Dongtian Court sighed.

The Taoist priest of Louguan Terrace laughed.

"Boy, you have to be able to bear the power of the medicine first. Even if you really use the big pill to keep alive, the time you burn the will of the Martial Saint is definitely not comparable to the state of Zhenxiang. There are too many influencing factors. A slight mistake can lead to a thousand miles. The birth of ordinary will fire is all from Zhenxiang to above, so live well. If you live, you will have all opportunities."

The difference in vitality between realms is a fatal flaw!

Several people in the field never doubted that they could enter the Zhenxiang realm in the future. Unfortunately, many times, life encounters are so unfortunate.

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

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

"When the two banks of the Shahe River were flattened, the energy in my heart gathered together.

Boom!

The heart yearned for it, and there was another wave in Fulong Temple, and there was another shock.

What else?

Everyone turned around and surrounded the Xinyuan Lake.

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

There was only 50% dirty water left in the entire Sleeping Elephant Lake, and instead, a towering water column flowed continuously!

The water column was more than hundreds of feet long, and in contrast, it looked like the Zen stick of the Golden Buddha of Nirvana!

"Hahaha!"

Laughed arrogantly.

The "tattered" Liang Qu tried his best to hold on to the skylight, his body swaying, his teeth were full of scarlet blood, a little heart fire floated out from his eyebrows, the whole water column burned brilliantly golden, and boiling water bubbles were churning in it!

"Look, this is fucking, it's the dragon-killing! "

The roar reached the sky.

Long Xiang raised his head.

Huai Kong, who tried his best to treat him, was helpless.

The wooden fish sounded chaotically, and the monks were trembling with fear. For some reason, the abbot still did not come forward to stop it.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Where his feet stepped, the ground was like a swamp, and the majestic power rose to the sky. He took three steps and the already shaky water column suddenly tilted to one side uncontrollably. The sun shone through the water column, the floating light was golden, and the still shadow sank into the wall.

Long Xiang shook his head and turned away.

!

Liang Qu, who had already run out of energy, sank his ankle into the mud. Before he could swing the boiling water column, his knees broke the bricks and stones, his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground.

"Ha Hu Ha Hu——

The snoring sounded loud.

Losing the control of the great power, the water column collapsed.

The cold frost spread, and the cold and hot met, sparking bursts of white smoke.

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

It was just a step too late.

Whoa!

The hot water cooled to 50 or 60 degrees poured down on his head, and the white waves broke and surged, pouring into every corner of Fulong Temple.

The little elephant screamed and flapped its ears, running around, kicking and banging its head against the pillar in front of it.

The elephant king:

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