The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

Li Heng took out an arm bone that was shining brightly like gold.

On the bones, there are lines of obscure boxing patterns.

If you look carefully, these lines actually record the avenues of boxing.

"What a powerful bone!"

Attach the arm bone to the right arm, directly penetrate the skin, and slowly fuse with the original bone.

Severe pain came from the arm, and this kind of pain was weaker than that of the mortal realm fusion god bone.

In the past ten days, the divine bone was completely integrated with the body.

hum…

Terrifying boxing aura soared into the sky.

Li Heng felt that his understanding of boxing skills was many times stronger.

"Worthy of being a boxing god bone, after fusion, you will be strong!"

Take out the Immortal Jade Slip again, integrate your consciousness into it, and comprehend the recorded moves.

The cultivation method that seemed obscure and difficult to understand before has become very simple in the eyes, and it can be learned with just a little thought.

The first level is quickly learned.

In martial arts, layers and moves refer to the same thing.

"Canglong Immortal Fist, at the moment of punching, the higher the number of superimposed layers, the more terrifying the power of this punch will be."

"However, in this instant, it is extremely difficult to continuously increase the number of layers..."

This is why it is said that the higher the level of the fairy-level boxing method, the more difficult it is to practice.

Those with weak boxing aptitude can't practice martial arts of this level at all.

After possessing the Daoquan Divine Bone, that is, the time of ten breaths, the first level of enlightenment will be realized.

If it is the kind of qualifications before, it will take at least two or three days of practice to comprehend this style.

Having a divine bone is thousands of times faster.

Li Heng sat cross-legged, immersed in practicing Canglong Xianquan.

Around his body, the gathered boxing aura is getting stronger and stronger.

...

Two and a half months later.

Tianyuan Pavilion.

There are golden runes floating around Li Heng's body.

If there are strong people who know the way of boxing here, they will be surprised to find that these golden runes are all the way of boxing.

a moment.

Li Heng opened his eyes suddenly, and a ferocious black dragon appeared in his pupils.

The body soared into the air, and the right arm was swung forward fiercely, and the azure breath condensed into the phantom of the blue dragon.

"Canglong Immortal Fist!"

"Four hundred floors!"

Roar!

The blue dragon soared into the sky and charged towards a big mountain ahead.

Boom…

The fairy mountain was directly blasted to pieces by the Canglong.

Feeling the power of this martial skill, Li Heng nodded very satisfied.

"Very powerful! Not bad!"

Before practicing Zhenyue Divine Kungfu, the speed was not so fast, and the power was far inferior to this boxing technique.

Now, this martial skill will become a powerful trump card.

If there is no avenue bone, in the two and a half months, it is estimated that you can learn more than twenty styles.

The higher the number of layers, the higher the difficulty of cultivation.

"There are still ten days left, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference should begin."

Although Li Heng only became a fairy for two years, his strength has made a qualitative leap.

The realm of body refining is comparable to that of a golden immortal.

The realm of immortals is not high, they just absorb some elixir and magic pills while refining their bodies.

Now it is the first level of Xuanxian.

Even so, breaking through from Human Immortal to Profound Immortal in two years is much faster than ordinary Immortals.

"Now, make yourself a divine body painting."

Draw a blue dragon on the arm, and when performing martial arts, the power will be greatly improved.

If you don't want it one day, just wash it off.

Every point of strength improvement will be relied on for survival.

Chapter 309 Painting the Blue Dragon

Li Heng returned to the courtyard and put the pen and ink on the stone table.

When painting, you don't need to use your hands, but use your mouth to hold it... Oh, no, you use your soul to control the brush and paint on your arms.

This method will slightly weaken the power of Dao painting.

But it's better than holding a painting in your mouth, right?

hum…

Just as Li Heng was about to paint, a phantom appeared beside him, which was the painting god who had disappeared for a while.

The painting god is full of red light and full of energy.

Put the two booklets on the table.

"Apprentice, I have thoroughly studied "The Book of Jade Girls in the Flower House" and "The Book of Hundred Demons in the Flower House" for my teacher, and I have gained a lot of painting skills from them!"

"Now, return them to you, and you take them too, and study them carefully!"

"Maybe I can get a lot of valuable things from it like being a teacher."

Li Heng rolled his eyes.

What can I learn from this book?

Apart from a better understanding of the structure of the human body, there seems to be nothing of great value in it.

This old pervert, after reading this kind of book for several years, can still come out with a bright red face, can't it be a flashback?

"Master, don't you want to read it? Then I will put it away."

"En." Painting God nodded slightly, "If you have this kind of book in the future, remember to keep it for me, Master, and I will study it hard!"

"Hmm..." Li Heng secretly cursed the old pervert.

Doing such wretched things with a dignified appearance.

"Tu'er, are you going to make a painting of the divine body?" The painting god looked at the brush and ink on the table next to him.

"That's right, I'm going to draw a Canglong on my arm to use the Canglong Immortal Fist." Li Heng explained.

"With your current painting power, even if you draw a black dragon, the power of blood will not be too strong." The painting god put his hands behind his back, "Why don't you ask me to make a picture for you?"

"You can do divine body painting now?" Li Heng was taken aback for a moment, "You are just a soul now, without a body, can you do it?"

The God of Painting is just a remnant soul, less than one ten-thousandth of what it was in its heyday, and many abilities are useless.

"It's just a painting, it's not a big problem." The painting god raised his head proudly, "I think back in the day, this old man painted the body of [-] goddesses in succession. He didn't sleep for seven days and nights, and he didn't feel tired at all!"

"Ahem..." Li Heng rolled his eyes.

Are you sure you are painting and not doing anything else?

Seven days and seven nights, sleepless...

Addiction is too much...

I can't learn from this old guy...

"However..." Painting God paused slightly, "After all, I'm just a remnant soul, and many of the abilities in the painting way can't be brought into play..."

"However, I will try my best to make you a black dragon!"

"Well, how about the mother blue dragon?"

"Don't..." Li Heng quickly retracted his arm, "I want Gong Canglong, but don't get me a dragon that is not very serious..."

After hearing these words, Painting God paused slightly.

Good boy, when they asked you to help draw a white tiger, you drew a kitten, how dare you say that you are old and unscrupulous?

Later, I wanted to draw a fairy tiger, and what I drew turned out to be a tigress.

This is inheriting the old mantle!

"Okay, whatever you want, I will draw for you as a teacher." The painting god picked up the jade pattern god.

buzzing...

The terrifying painting aura exploded on Shenhao.

One after another, miraculous picture scrolls floated beside the brush.

Li Heng's pupils shrank sharply.

"What a terrifying power to paint the Dao..."

"Is this the strength of the painting god?"

"Or, is this just a ten-thousandth of the painting god?"

He thought that with a few Dao-painting bones, the power of Dao-painting displayed was already terrifying.

But compared with the painting god, that is really the gap between the light of rice grains and the bright stars.

The brush of the painting god landed on the back of Li Heng's hand, and the terrifying power of painting exploded, giving Li Heng the illusion that the back of his hand was about to split.

"hiss…"

"The power of Dao painting is too terrifying..."

He even had some doubts that if the painting god wanted to kill someone, he could easily do it just by using a brush and releasing some power of painting.

The God of Painting holds the jade-pattern brush in his hand, and continuously gathers the power of the Dao of Painting, condensing it into the appearance of a black dragon, which is imprinted on Li Heng's right arm.

The domineering and mighty blue dragon soon appeared.

With the use of the painting method, the phantom of the painting god gradually dimmed, and his rosy face became pale.

The mental head is not as good as before.

"This..." Seeing this scene, Li Heng had an illusion.

If this painting is finished, the old pervert will be gone...

Canglong has been gradually completed, only the last few strokes are left.

Every time the god of painting makes a stroke, there will be a boundless power of painting on his arm.

shhhhhh...

The last few pens fell.

The vast and boundless power of the Canglong shot up from the back of his hand, turning into a ten thousand zhang long Canglong in the sky.

Roar!