Chapter 187 The road ahead, Taiyi?

The old man looked stunned. He felt the inner force in the surging blood and energy.

Although the internal force is very pure, enough to be compared with low-level true qi, internal force is still internal force after all, and he can feel it easily.

Ah!
Liang Hui chuckled and didn't reply.

He stomped his feet lightly and stretched his free arms forward, his fingers and palms changing nearly a thousand times in an instant.

With every change, a dull roar would be heard from the golden sky. Ferocious beasts were hiding in it, staring at the old man.

Then, the fist rushed forward.

At this moment, it was as if the immortal sacred mountain was broken.

Countless ferocious beasts leaped out from the blood and energy, entrenched on the sacred mountain, burning everything and pushing forward.

The fist intent that crushes all living things and subdues all beasts occupies the sky and the earth.

A hint of solemnity flashed across the old man's stunned expression. Under such a fierce fist, he began to believe the young man's words.

Would such a stunning person lie?
Moreover, under such a brilliant fist, he indeed saw the shadow of martial arts belonging to the Beast Taming Sect.

"I have never seen such a powerful punch."

The old man couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

With a wave of his hand, the yellow dog that had been standing beside him left.

The skinny arms slightly retracted, and a Taoist aura that commanded all beasts emerged from the body, and a pale yellow light also rose.

Almost instantly, the light had spread to ten miles! Thirty miles!
With the old man as the center, countless wild beasts howled to the sky, and their divine will merged into the pale yellow light.

The mighty divine light spread to an astonishing fifty miles.

And in the next moment, the pale yellow divine light all gathered on the skinny arms.

He smashed forward without showing any weakness.

The immortal sacred mountain, the old and wrinkled hand, is getting closer.

near!

Get closer!
Until they touch.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only silent confrontation and collapse.

The space was breaking apart into pieces, revealing complete darkness.

On the sacred mountain, the roaring beasts were burned to ashes, but they still could not stop the disintegration of the sacred mountain.

Liang Hui staggered backward, and with every step he took, dark cracks appeared in space.

They retreated a mile before stopping.

The young man at this moment looked extremely miserable, his blue robe was stained with blood, and his outstretched palm revealed his white bones.

However, the injuries on his body recovered at an extremely fast speed.

Instead of feeling disappointed, Liang Hui's lips slightly curled up.

Facing the strong ones in the divine veins, he was not killed by a single punch. He was very satisfied with such a record.

"Unimaginable genius, if we were at the same level, I'm afraid I would be killed by your punch."

The old man, dressed in a gorgeous robe of thousands of beasts, stroked it gently with his hand and praised it again.

You have to know that he was two major realms ahead of the young man in front of him, but he didn't kill him with a single blow.

Judging from his aura, he's probably not seriously injured.

The old man took a few steps and arrived in front of Liang Hui.

The yellow dog that was driven away by the old man quickly jumped to the old man's side and rubbed his clothes affectionately.

"Grandmaster, that's too much praise."

The boy shook off the blood on his fingers and palms, his tone gentle.

"I'm not exaggerating. I'm just stating the facts." The old man reached out and stroked the yellow dog.

The boy pointed to the ground.

"I know that the Grandmaster has many things he wants to ask, and so do I. Let's discuss this properly."

Afterwards, Liang Hui landed on the ground, followed closely by the old man.

With a wave of his arms, a futon, a long table, teacups, and a boiling teapot all appeared in the open space.

The young man sat cross-legged and pointed at the cushion opposite him.

"please!"

Hearing this, the old man did not hesitate and sat down directly.

Liang Hui picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea. "How long, young man?" The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the steam rising from the teacup.

"millennium!"

"A thousand years, so long."

Even an old man would be amazed that the time was too long, but he felt relieved.

The Taoist tradition he left behind has surprisingly lasted for such a long time.

"I was able to meet the Grandmaster this time because I practiced a secret technique that can reflect the great men of the past."

The young man's voice interrupted the old man's thoughts.

"Is that so?"

The old man nodded without much fluctuation.

"That's all I want to know."

"Youngster, do you have anything you want to ask?"

"What is the Qi channel?"

Liang Hui stretched out his hand, rubbed the teacup on the long table, and slowly spoke.

He wanted to learn about qi channels from different powerful people so that he could find his own path.

"Qi pulse?"

The old man looked at Liang Hui deeply before speaking again.

"The most important and difficult part of the Qi channel is the formation of the true Qi seed."

"It requires inner strength, will, compression, and fusion to form your own true qi seed."

"Finally, use the seeds of true qi to construct the qi channels that cover the entire body. When the qi channels are spread throughout the body, it means that the qi channels have been completed."

Liang Hui listened to the old man's words with a calm expression, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Waiting for the next words from the master, the knowledge the old man said at this moment was very ordinary, and he also understood it.

The old man in the ornate costume of the Ten Thousand Beasts also took a sip from the teacup and continued:
"Whether it is the condensation of the true qi seed or the cultivation of the qi meridian realm, these are not difficult things for you."

"What's important is what kind of will you want to use to condense the seed of true energy."

"An ordinary warrior who has achieved blood exchange will instinctively integrate the most familiar will from previous training when he breaks through."

"Will?" Liang Hui also looked serious and put down the teacup.

"Will, or the rhythm of the Tao, is related to the future path."

"Fire, water, beast control, all kinds of Tao rhymes, different and fixed."

The old man held the teacup in one hand and stretched out the other, a strange aura emerging between his fingers.

The young man sensed a sense of closeness to animals and friendship with wild beasts.

"This is the path I take when I am in the Qi channel. All the animals in the world are friendly to me. Every animal will naturally be close to me."

“Is this what is called Tao rhyme?”

Liang Hui sensed carefully.

The so-called rhyme of Tao, in his opinion, is more like a trace of the most basic Tao, used to confirm the future path.

'In my future memories, I should have followed the path of the Five Elements in my cultivation.'

"What about me? Which path do I want to take?"

Liang Hui closed his eyes and thought, then slowly extended his hand.

After a moment, the boy opened his eyes.

Wind, fire, thunder, earth, water, creation, destruction, the circulation of yin and yang, the suppression of all beasts, all kinds of Taoist rhymes constantly pass through the fingertips.

That was the path he had taken in his martial arts practice.

Suddenly, a light that seemed eternal and immortal appeared on the flowing clock in my mind.

A fingerprint mark on the wall of the bell kept changing, but soon returned to its original state.

Taiyi, the idea of ​​only me, only purity and only essence emerged in Liang Hui's mind.

All the Dao rhymes between the fingers and palms seem to be coming together into one.

Liang Hui didn't pay attention to the changes between his fingers and palms. He looked up at the sky with deep eyes.

The young man did not stop the unity of his fingers and palms, but just looked at the sky quietly.

(End of this chapter)