"It's just...it takes time to communicate with the secrets of the entrance hall or to measure the true nature...it's a bit urgent in one month... Fortunately..."

Fang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, and when the moon reached the willows, the "Martial Spirit" in his mind suddenly shone brightly!

There is not enough time outside the world, but there is a wide range of time and space in the martial arts world. Fang Ming is waiting for this time to explore.

"Can travel through the world: Smiling and Proud Wanderer!"

The Martial Arts Order transformed into a line of inscriptions.

"Go naturally!"

Fang Ming chose to make sure.

In Mr. Jin's world, only Xiaonao, Tianlong, and Deer Ding are the places where Shaolin's unique skills exist. If he runs to other timelines, he is really worried about the destruction of the knight's move.

Only by knowing can you surpass it!

The Yijin Jing is the essence of martial arts in the metal-based Buddhist teachings. If you don’t get it first, it will not be perfect in the end!

Just in the moment of his mind selection, his body trembled, as if completely silent, and fell into an indescribable strange state.

A black hole with a huge pulling force appeared on the martial arts order, causing his inner breath, essence, blood, and even his soul to merge into one point!

Bang!

The Martial Arts Order instantly carried Fang Ming's thoughts through many worlds, and even crossed the long river of white light, and came to another even more vast and mysterious place.

The golden crow shines on the sun, and the red lights float and rise!

In this place that seems like a sea of ​​fire, there are countless huge red suns in the sky, turning into a scene that is even more terrifying than the wilderness!

"There are ten suns in the wilderness that are already burning mountains and boiling seas, and there are more than a hundred and a thousand suns here?"

Of course Fang Ming knew that these red suns were not the real suns, but real martial arts worlds!

This miracle of creation made him just want to remember this scene forever and turn it into the driving force for eternity!

"Does this change mean that I have entered a new level?"

Fang Ming's thoughts quickly thought: "Although the world of Xiakexing is about to be purified, there are still a few white air in the middle, but the world is all red, obviously one level higher... That's right! According to the rule that Jin Yong's martial arts time is getting weaker and weaker as the time goes by, Xiakexing and the Swordsman River are both around the Ming Dynasty, with similar strength levels, but overall level is still a bit high. Therefore, one is the top in the White River, but it has not been purified, and Xiaoao is at the bottom of the place..."

Fang Ming watched Yan Wu Ling lead him into the smallest red sun, and a terrifying impact came.

At this time, he didn't know that it was the most critical moment. He immediately waited for the Qingming Festival on the spiritual platform and gritted his teeth and persevered.

However, the impact of this level of martial arts world was extremely amazing. Fang Ming just barely supported him to read half of the plot from the perspective of God and then fell into a coma...

...

“It seems a bit troublesome this time…”

Fang Ming opened his eyes slightly, but this action seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

The purpose of entering is a quiet room, with empty sides, and a familiar smell of sandalwood. The sound of chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha's name faintly came to my ears, just like when he was still in Shaolin Temple.

"I was chanting the Diamond Sutra and the Lotus Sutra... Did I travel to Shaolin again and become a monk? This is convenient... just..."

Fang Ming breathed in his internal breath in his entire life, and he felt like a knife was twisted in his dantian. The light of the martial arts clamped in the sea of ​​consciousness was converging, and even a trace of internal energy did not flow out.

But this made Fang Ming know that his possession was so expensive this time, and it was simply unparalleled!

"Wait... I seem to have some impression..."

Fang Ming smiled bitterly, and then the muscles on his face kept twitching. Not only was it difficult to stop the pain in the dantian, but there were several powerful internal breaths running back and forth in the eight extraordinary meridians, as if they were suffering from thousands of tortures and tortures.

At this time, a strong internal force was injected from his hands, which seemed to be a healing for him, but Fang Ming knew that this move would not cure the symptoms, but would aggravate his injuries.

"Okay... it's Linghu Chong!"

A trace of enlightenment flashed through Fang Ming's mind. After this thought appeared, in vain, a large number of fragmented memories surged, making his eyes dark and he fell into a coma again.

It seems to be dreaming, and it seems to be experiencing it personally. Fang Ming seemed to transform into another "Linghu Chong", and experienced a series of events such as Liu Zhengfeng's hand washing, Siguo Cliff in Huashan, being injured by the Six Immortals in Taogu, learning the piano in Cuizhu Lane, and even a gathering of the Wubagang of the heroes.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, I am not me... Who am I? Is Linghu Chong? No!"

During negligence, Fang Ming was confused and almost completely fell into Linghu Chong's memory and was assimilated by him as the protagonist!!! Fortunately, the words translated in "Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra" suddenly appeared in Fang Ming's heart, making him wake up again: "I am Daqian Fang Ming!!!"

Once this thought came out, all the previous dangers were gone, and Linghu Chong's memory could no longer cause any harm, but instead turned into precious information and stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah... these martial arts worlds seem to exist. Are the people I possessed before the Dharma bodies and incarnations I discarded? Otherwise, why can they easily possess and assimilate essence?"

Fang Ming was a little confused, but unfortunately no one could answer this question, so he could only explore it by himself.

After a little look at Linghu Chong's memories, I found that the most was his life in the Huashan School and the beautiful figure of his junior sister Yue Lingshan. Fang Ming skipped and ignored these love-loving things, and in an instant he found the martial arts content he was most interested in.

He had no interest in Huashan's internal strength and the sword techniques of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and turned his attention to another sword technique formula.

"Returning to the sister Wuwang, Wuwang follows others, and his fellow friends are very popular..."

After a final article, there are memories of other sword techniques, including nine styles, including breaking swords, breaking swords, breaking guns, breaking whip, breaking ropes, breaking palms, breaking arrows, breaking energy, breaking many changes, exquisite and unpredictable.

"Dugu Nine Swords!!!"

Fang Ming's eyes were bright and he sighed inwardly that the protagonist was lucky. Otherwise, where would there be such a gift package for martial arts when traveling through time?

Even if it is worthwhile to consume all the essence and internal energy brought by the Wushu Ling for the sake of this Dugu Nine Swords!

"About the days, I should have worn the part where I was carrying the Shaolin Temple by Ren Yingying..."

Fang Ming felt a little sad: "He fell asleep for a long time that time, and I don't know how long I slept before..."

At this time, his deep internal strength had been exhausted. There were still several true energy from the six immortals of Taogu in his limbs and bones running back and forth, and he was seriously injured and dying. I don’t know how long he had been in a coma. If he fell asleep directly for three months, Fang Ming wouldn’t even have time to cry!

"At last, there is still Fang Sheng who is healing me... I should be in the end of Linghu Chong's coma, but fortunately... but there is another alien true energy in my body..."

"It's not a big deal to just wait so passively..."

As Fang Ming thought, every word of the Arhat's magical power of subduing the demon came to his mind.

This skill is good at harmonizing yin and yang, and Hunyuan Qi, and it has a miraculous effect on mediating various strengths!

Linghu Chong's injury was internal injuries. At the beginning, Yue Buqun once said that he could use the "Zixia Divine Art" to transform the alien true energy in Linghu Chong's body. However, the old Yue himself was stingy and was unwilling to break the rules and pass on the magical power. Otherwise, Linghu Chong might have saved his life at that time.

Later, we must avoid injecting two alien true energy. After the troubles of the monsters and monsters in Wubagang, Linghu Chong's injuries were already in a state of great difficulty. Apart from the Shaolin "Yi Jin Jing", or "Star-sucking, Dharma", and "Bei Ming Divine Arts" there is almost no medicine to save.

Fang Ming's Arhat's Demon-Subduing God's Ability is naturally not listed here. Even if he can, he will lose all his internal strength and cannot suppress and resolve the alien true qi of all the realms.

Fortunately, he just hopes to mediate the various qi so that they no longer conflict, and to slightly relieve internal injuries, he doesn't need much deep cultivation.

This Arhat's Demon-Subduing Magic Art is indeed incredible. Fang Ming was seriously injured and almost had no internal strength. After many attempts, he finally subjugated the eight true qi one by one and suppressed them everywhere in his body.

"call……"

Fang Ming jumped up from the bed and breathed a sigh of relief: "The Six Immortals of Taogu, and the Monk Bujie... Remember it for me!"

Although these seven people were intended to heal Linghu Chong, doing bad things with good intentions is often more terrifying than the harm caused by intentional evil!

"Forget it... I didn't expect that I'm in this state now..."

Fang Ming moved his hands and feet, and felt his limbs were weak and weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but he knew in his heart that those alien true qi were only temporarily suppressed. Once he had a fight with someone, it would inevitably relapse. At that time, the severe pain would be aggravated, but it would not be so simple to suppress it.

"Oh... I actually lost all my martial arts skills and turned into a useless person?"

Fang Ming laughed at himself: "Fortunately, I finally woke up a few days earlier than Linghu Chong, otherwise wouldn't it be a big loss?"

"Donor... Donor, you are awake!"

Bang!

A little novice monk next to him pushed the door and saw Fang Ming sitting up, but screamed in surprise. Even the copper basin in his hand fell to the ground, and clear water spilled all over the floor.

"You have been sleeping for more than two months... The Buddha blessed me and finally woke up. Amitabha... I will report to my uncle immediately..."

The little novice monk could not even speak clearly and ran away quickly.

"That's right... no matter who is in a coma for more than two months, I'm afraid the outside world will treat him as a dead person..."

Fang Ming smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, I must have traveled through time yesterday, otherwise I would have really vomited blood!"
Chapter completed!