"call!"

"suck!"

Within the long river of martial arts, Yang Yu sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing, and the sound of flowing water sounded in his heart at the same time.

The martial arts essence accumulated over more than three thousand years of mountains and seas are all surging in his heart. The useful and useless intertwined together, and the waves are stirred up in the sea of ​​his heart like huge waves.

In this vast sea of ​​information, Yang Yu saw all the processes of martial arts from ancient times to great success from the prototype of the arts.

Bodhidharma faces the wall... is in a sloppy retreat... Zhang Yuanzhu swept across the four fields... Zhang Xuanba learns without a teacher...

Looking at how many warriors in ancient and modern times turned a light of inspiration into martial arts, and looking at the simplicity of martial arts in the late Qin Dynasty to the perfection of later generations.

Lower, middle, superior, unique magical skills...

In it, he saw Lu Chen.

"He's talent..."

Seeing Lu Chen's process of creating achievements, ripples appeared in Yang Yu's heart.

Lu Chen's talent was beyond his expectations.

How bad is it?

As he was back then.

Many years ago, he learned the most easy-to-get the Qi technique from Weihe, but he was unable to get started for a long time.

It can be said that if it weren't for the gluttony cauldron, it would have taken more than ten years, or even decades, just like many disciples taught by Wei He.

Lu Chen's talent seems to be worse than him...

He was born before the world was ruled and participated in the battles of various countries. However, his success as a Martial Saint was at the end of Qin...

Compared with the domineering emperors of the same era, the gap is so big that it is like clouds.

At that time, Lu Chen, who had already had the prototype of the "Famous River of Martial Arts", had many warriors who could compare it, was only earlier than the Domineering Master...

"Three days!"

Among those ripples, Yang Yu could still see that although Lu Chen was promoted to Martial Saint at that time, he was already in a state of depression and his life was about to end.

It was not until then that he created the prototype of the "Great Sun Tathagata's Divine Palm"...

"The biography of Lu Chen is indeed quite false. Unofficial history is unofficial history..."

With a change of thought in his mind, Yang Yu also saw for the first time the Great Sun Tathagata's Divine Palm formed by Lu Chen absorbing the essence of martial arts for three thousand years.

In the more than three thousand years after the end of the Qin Dynasty, Lu Chen pointed out countless people and spread many lost martial arts.

Only his set of Great Sun Tathagata's magic palms have almost never been passed on.

In order to overthrow Qin, he once passed it on to the hands of Monk Yinyue, Dachan Temple...

"This palm technique is indeed good..."

Yang Yu calmed down his mind and fell into silence.

"call!"

"suck!"

As he sucked and sucked, the light of his will became dimming, but his figure became more and more solid.

He has completed the fifth level of the six levels of will practice. At this time, his will body has tendons, skin, bones, organs, and marrow, which is really no different from the physical body.

It can be said that only by the level of "brain" can you achieve all the six levels of foundation building.

This step was not difficult for him, but the hidden dangers were mentioned by Zhang Xuanba at that time, and he could also be vaguely noticed.

A country has no two masters, and a person has no two hearts.

He only cut off the inner demon by chance, but he didn't want to have more Yang Ni. At least, he didn't want to finish this step before he understood the word "one".

Fortunately, this did not affect his promotion to a human immortal.

"call!"

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, Warden Yang rose up, and the stronger light of will illuminated and then dispersed.

It was like a firework blooming, or like a meteor shower piercing the night sky, falling into the long river.

That is the essence of all kinds of martial arts he gained from the long river, and he learned it from the long river and returned it to the long river.

"The Long River of Martial Arts..."

Standing in the river, Yang Yu looked into the distance, and through the shadow of the Bodhi tree that covered the sky and the sun, he faintly saw the origin of the long river.

Huh huh ~

Yang Yu walked stepping, and the huge shadow of the Bodhi tree swayed wildly, blocking his progress and preventing him from fully controlling this long river of martial arts.

This Bodhi tree gathered Lu Chen's efforts and seemed to be vaguely related to the origin of the martial arts river, so that even Yang Yu could not pull out the big tree rooted in the depths of the river at this moment.

But where he wants to go, naturally it is not just a shadow of a Bodhi tree that can be stopped.

Soon, he had crossed the upper reaches of the Martial Arts River, but even when he got here, he could not see the origin of the long river.

A thin layer of mist enveloped the front and could not be seen.

But standing here, the entire martial arts river can be seen at a glance, even...

"Stand here, all the martial arts downstream can be learned without a teacher... Martial Ancestor has some truth..."

Yu Yang said to himself.

The long river in front of me is still growing, far from the limit, but it seems that because martial arts in the Longquan Realm are not prosperous, the speed is extremely slow.

With his knowledge, he naturally knows the potential of this long river. If one day in the future, martial arts will prosper in the world, then what kind of terrible resources can you obtain when you are at the beginning of the long river?

This is considered to be a gathering of people to practice?

After stopping for a long time, Yang Yu looked at the fog.

"This fog..."

Yang Yu was quite curious about how Lu Chen created this long river. When he arrived here, he was not afraid. The waves of water rolled back in the blink of an eye and rushed into the fog.

After realizing that nothing was wrong, he stepped forward and stepped into the hazy mist.

Buzz ~

Stepping forward, it seemed to have passed through some invisible barrier, and it seemed to have fallen to another level of empty space.

At this moment, Yang Yu almost lost his perception of the outside world, and the deep darkness enveloped him.

And the reason is almost said.

It is because he can still hear the sound of the flowing river and the sound of conversations that seem to be there or not among the sounds of waves.

"The judicial system has fallen, and the other ones who have died together with him are twenty-eight constellations, the four heavenly kings, the twelve Yuanchens, the stars in the sky, and the gods of the river and the Han…"

"Stars have withered!"

This voice is extremely ancient and old. Even though Yang Yu is proficient in various Taoist essays, there are still many things that cannot be understood, and the interval between each sentence seems to be extremely long.

"My Buddha... the karma fire on the body of the Bone Bodhisattva has been extinguished, and the skeleton has collapsed, but it still... climbed onto the golden lotus of the Great Freedom King Buddha!"

"This is His last obsession, let's go with Him... Alas, the six paths have also collapsed... After the heavenly path is broken, the demons of disasters are no longer able to stop..."

"I can't hide, I can't hide... Even if I escape the demon of robbery, my spiritual qi will disappear and the five declines of the acquired human beings will come endlessly..."

"I Buddha?!"

"Maybe futile, maybe it's inevitable, but..."

Accompanied by a sound of horror floating from how far away the years had passed, a glimmer of light appeared in front of Yang Yu's eyes.

In a trance, his gaze seemed to have crossed time and space, looking at the endless distant end of the ancient world.

He saw a dragon tree that covered the sky and the sun, which seemed to fill the world. He stretched out his branches and leaves and recited the great Buddha's voice:

"The little monk, Dragon Tree, would like to turn into a lamp with the pain of burning your body. If there is a spirit in the heavenly way, please come to me and point out the way for all spirits in the world..."

Buzz!

An infinite amount of light burst out, and Yang Yu felt that his eyes were white and black, and he almost fell out of the martial arts river.

After a long time, Yang Yu tried hard to recover, but the consumption of his will was ten times greater than that of crossing the entire long river.

And at this moment, he finally saw the origin of the martial arts river under the fog.

That's, a lamp!

Buzz!

The moment he saw the wooden lamp, Yang Yu was extremely tired and had to withdraw from the martial arts river.

"call!"

The long breathing was like a strong wind, blowing the trees and trees on the hills, and the busy blood villains were also blown to the point of falling.

【Wood Burning Magic Lamp (Remained)】
To be continued...