Chapter 949 Where there is a fire

Chapter 949 Where there is a fire

Chapter 949 Where there is a fire

On top of the Hanging Temple, inside the Fulong Temple.

The disciples of the sect were stunned to see Liang Qu being knocked away by Zhang Longxiang and then dragging his crippled body out of the boiling lake.

They didn't understand, but they were shocked!
That horrible sight was enough to give me nightmares tonight!
Of course.

The strongest fist.

The most sunny lake!

Looking at the boiling Woxiang Lake, Xuanhe Xingyi Bo seemed to have obtained a great opportunity. The young people all cast their eyes to their elders, but the elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

A small sect.

I do not know.

It took many elders to hunt tigers, and their level was far behind Liang Qu's. They were even more puzzled by the actions of the Martial Saint.

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

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

The elder of Dongtian Court rubbed his brows and said, "Feng Ying, not only Feng Ying, but also the others, do you know how the Woxiang Lake boiled just now?"

"The fire-attributed Wanxiang martial arts? Or maybe the characteristics of Xingyi Bo's Qi Hai?" someone answered.

"I've never heard that Lord Xingyi consumed fire-attributed Qi and practiced fire-attributed techniques. As for Hebo, I remember he was practicing water-attributed Qi."

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

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

will?

The other disciples found it unbelievable, but due to their hierarchy, they did not dare to refute Feng Ying and looked at their elders again.

Unexpectedly, the elder showed approval in his eyes: "Feng Ying is right."

There was an uproar.

It is not only in Dongtianting, but also in Louguantai and Hanging Temple.

Boil the Great Lakes through will alone?
Woxiang Lake Woxiang Lake is a big lake that can accommodate a six-tusked white elephant, a third-level great monster, or even the entire clan to play around. Its depth is more than a hundred feet.

Qu Zhaoxue raised his hand: "Elder, I have heard that the will of a martial saint can suppress the spirit of a master, and that a master can suppress a great martial artist, causing the wounds caused by the attack to take a long time to recover, and even that a great martial artist can kill an ordinary person with a single glare. But this is essentially a fight between spirits, so how can it be able to boil water?"

"Because this is not simply spirit, it is the fire of the heart, it is 'intention'! A person's spirit will grow as his realm improves, but his intention will not!

If it exists, it exists. If it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist. It won't appear out of thin air just because your realm has improved." The Taoist priest at Louguantai continued with the question.

"What is 'intention'?"

"Yuan, what do you practice when you meditate?"

Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Is it Tao?"

"How about a comparison?"

"Art? The art of protecting the way?"

"That's right." Taoist Priest Louguantai waved his whisk, "We practice cultivation to seek longevity, freedom, and the great way.

All kinds of martial arts are techniques for protecting the Dao, and intention is the product of cultivating techniques to a very high level! Intentional techniques are far superior to unintentional techniques! It is like a firefly and a bright moon! "

The monk of the Hanging Temple nodded: "Intention is anger, fire, and killing! It is the Buddha with the angry eyes of a diamond! When fire comes out, water boils, and when the devil encounters it, it turns to ashes!"

Everyone was confused.

Fortunately, after listening to the explanations of several master chefs, I have a general understanding of it.

"May I ask, Elder, how can I be successful?" Feng Ying's eyes were filled with envy.

The predecessors of the Five True Sects looked at each other and simultaneously looked towards the great monk of the Hanging Temple who was 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.

"Abbott!"

The crowd saluted.

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

"To comprehend the 'intention', one must have great understanding, great resilience, and be indomitable. Without understanding and resilience, others who are not well-trained will only sink to the brink of death under that punch, and their bodies and minds will disappear, without any chance."

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, the will of the Martial Saint is eroded, this is Fire Two; the cooperation of the Ming King, psychological oppression, this is Fire Three!
The three fires are stacked and the fire is boundless. The external force is pushed to the extreme and deepest point to achieve success. Otherwise, even if it takes half a day at night, when the fatigue of the six demon trials disappears by a third and the seeds wither, the result will be difficult to replicate. "Everyone suddenly realized.

"If you have the determination to fight and win, quench it with a fierce fire! Get the true fire!" Yuan said.

Chew it carefully for a while.

"Of course!"

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

Liang Qu's ability to comprehend the meaning was closely related to the six demon trials just now.

This kind of illusion trial is rare in the world. After years or even dozens of years of hard work, all the dreams are shattered in one day. The mental blow and fatigue are unique.

"Elder..."

As soon as Feng Ying opened his mouth, the elder of Dongtian Court shook his head to reject him.

"Mo Nian, if your cultivation is not good enough, you will only die. Lord Xingyi is a perfect elephant, and his vitality is strong. So if you try, the fire in your heart will burn away the will of the martial saint that devours your flesh and blood. You are just a tiger hunter. Even if Lord Longxiang holds back his strength, he will not be able to withstand such a serious injury."

"What about taking pills?"

The state of Nirvana only occurs once in three decades. Talented people emerge in every generation. Even if another hundred years pass, it will not be his turn in the Cave Heaven Palace. Feng Ying really does not want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The elder of Dongtian Court sighed.

The Taoist priest at Louguantai laughed.

"Boy, you have to be able to withstand the power of the medicine first. Even if you really use the big pill to keep yourself alive, the time it takes to burn the Martial Saint's will is definitely not comparable to the time when you are in the realm of perfection. There are too many influencing factors. A slight mistake can lead to a huge difference. The birth of ordinary will fire is all from the realm of perfection and above. Therefore, live well. If you are alive, you will have all kinds of opportunities."

The difference in vitality between realms is a fatal flaw!
Several people in the field had no doubt that they would be able to enter the realm of perfection in the future. Unfortunately, many times, life's circumstances were so unfortunate.

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

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

"When I flattened both sides of the Sand River, the energy in my heart gathered together."

Rumble!
As people yearn for it, there are more waves and shocks in Fulong Temple.

Anything else?

Everyone turned around and gathered around the Monkey Lake.

Above the lake, the changing light and shadows are exactly the Woxiang Lake in the Fulong Temple!
Only 50% of the water in the entire Woxiang Lake is dirty, and instead, a towering column of water flows continuously!
The water column was over hundreds of feet long, and in comparison, it looked like the Zen staff of the Golden Buddha in Nirvana!

"Hahaha!"

Laugh loudly and wildly.

The "tattered" Liang Qu tried his best to hold on to Tianguang, his body swaying, scarlet blood between his teeth, a spark of fire floating out from between his eyebrows, the whole water column burning with brilliant golden color, and boiling water bubbles were churning inside!
"Look carefully, this is the damn dragon-killing one!"

The roar reached the sky.

The dragon elephant raised its head upward.

Huaikong tried his best to save him, but to no avail.

The wooden fish made a lot of noise and the monks were trembling with fear, but for some reason the abbot did not come forward to stop it.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Wherever his feet stepped, the ground sank like a quagmire, and a majestic force rose into the sky. He took three steps, and the already shaky water column suddenly tilted to one side uncontrollably. The sunlight shone through the water column, and the floating light sparkled like gold, and the still shadow sank into a jade.

Long Xiang shook his head and turned away.

Bang!
Liang Qu, who was already exhausted, had his ankles stuck in the mud. Before he could swing out a column of boiling water, his knees broke the bricks and stones, his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha..."

The snoring started louder.

Without the power to control it, the water column collapsed.

The cold frost spread, and the meeting of cold and heat triggered bursts of white smoke.

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

Just a step late.

Wow.

The scalding water cooled to fifty or sixty degrees poured over their heads, and the white waves broke and surged, pouring into every corner of the Fulong Temple.

The baby elephant was scalded and screamed loudly, flapped its ears, ran around, kicked its legs and banged its head against the pillar in front of it.

Elephant King: “…”

(End of this chapter)