"In this world, there are no magic powers, only martial arts rule the roost!"
"And among martial arts, the strongest one is the true meaning of martial arts!"
Theoretically, this is a power that only Dzogchen warriors can master. Once mastered, they will not be afraid of low-level sieges.
After all, once you master the power of artistic conception, it is equivalent to using magical powers among ordinary people. The gap is really huge.
However, because it is too difficult to comprehend the artistic conception, even the slightest carelessness will damage the spirit. "Aohan Shen Jue" reminds one after another that you should not try to comprehend the Frost Flower Picture until you reach the peak of the innate world.
"In the secret history of martial arts, there are still a few peerless geniuses who can successfully comprehend the artistic conception at the innate intermediate level and later become invincible."
Fang Yuan stared at the frost flower picture, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "This frost flower picture is part of the rules of cold! Is it the artistic conception?"
The so-called artistic conception is actually the subtlety of the avenue and the manifestation of the power of rules.
The reason why this world is like a hedgehog is because it is both illusion and reality, dreams merge into the world, and the avenues are all changing, leaving him nowhere to start.
But Fang Yuan discovered at this time that the true meaning of each martial arts is actually an extension of the power of rules!
"Once I can understand more artistic conceptions, I can confidently touch the way of heaven, the core of this world... and thus break through the blockade!"
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he found a way to break the situation.
While he was thinking about it, the frost flower picture became clearer and clearer in his eyes.
In the room, the temperature dropped sharply, and a layer of white frost even appeared on the surrounding vases.
"Aohan mood!"
Fang Yuan opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of white frost in his pupils. He raised his palms and said, "After understanding the artistic conception, it complements the martial arts. Although the skill has not increased, the power has more than doubled when facing the enemy." … Of course, the most important thing is that from now on, I will practice the Aohan Divine Art to the Great Perfection state without any bottlenecks. As long as my skills are up, I can improve!"
"Of course, there are differences in understanding of artistic conception. This is the difference between Dzogchen warriors."
Fang Yuan made a slight estimate of his own strength: "With my current strength, acquired and first-time Xiantian warriors will die as many as they come. Even the intermediate Xiantian is no match for me, and the peak Xiantian's skills are far greater than mine." Strong, but I am strong enough to protect myself.”
With such strength, he can already be on the "Martial Arts Ranking".
But Fang Yuan didn't look happy at all.
For a demon god who traverses many worlds, what does such a small achievement mean
"What's more, the world's attack should be coming soon!"
This kind of targeting is similar to the backlash of luck. It is not like a thunder strike, but taking advantage of the situation to amplify some of the most unfavorable factors and make everything develop in the worst direction.
For ordinary people living in this world, this is a very scary thing, as if there is a god of death staring at you at any time.
Moreover, this kind of bad luck will also spread!
"Young Master! Young Master!"
At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.
Fang Yuan frowned slightly and slowly stopped.
If you are an ordinary master, encountering this kind of interruption while performing your martial arts, you will feel restless at best, and become obsessed at worst!
He opened the door and saw Zhang Long with an anxious look on his face, and couldn't help but ask: "What happened? Didn't I tell you that no one is allowed to disturb you during the retreat?"
"Report to Young Master!"
Zhang Long swallowed and felt that this young master was more majestic than usual: "Something bad happened, my wife was seriously injured!"
"Oh, take me there!"
Fang Yuan looked calm, clearly understanding that this was the coming backlash of the world.
The so-called wife is naturally not his wife, but Fang Tianhan's wife and Fang Xu's biological mother Jiang Lanxin.
Speaking of which, this lady was known as the Fire Phoenix Fairy when she was young, and she was also a famous heroine in the world.
"what happened?"
Arriving in a courtyard, Fang Yuan saw Jiang Lanxin's personal maid Xiaomei and immediately shouted.
"Report to Young Master!"
At this time, a man who looked like an old servant knelt on the ground: "When the master and his wife were playing in Tianzhu Mountain, they found a thousand-year-old heart-warming vine that was about to mature. It was very precious. I wanted to get it for the young master, but I didn't want to meet the Demon Sect. The master of the game, the master was trapped, and the wife managed to escape, but she was poisoned, and she was so angry that she was incompetent... "
"Sure enough... is it a backlash?"
A sneer appeared in Fang Yuan's heart, but he said: "Take me there!"
In the boudoir, a middle-aged beautiful woman was lying on the bed. There was a faint black air in the hall, and she was obviously poisoned by a very powerful poison.
"Who is the master from the Demon Sect who besieged my father?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and asked again.
"The one who had a dispute with me was Sun Yan, the Great Protector of the Demon Sect, Poison Fire Demon Lord!"
Among the demon sect, the most powerful one is the Unparalleled Demon Emperor, who dominates the martial arts world and has the vague title of the best master in the world.
Next, there are the deputy sect leader and the great protector. Among them, Poison Fire Demon Lord is ranked twenty-seventh on the martial arts list, and his strength is even higher than Fang Tianhan.
"Report!"
At this time, Zhang Long's sworn brother Zhao Hu ran in and knelt down on one knee: "Young Master... Something bad happened. My subordinates found out that the great elder intends to convene an elders' meeting and deprive me of my position as leader of the faction!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the room suddenly changed.
"Misfortune never comes singly!"
When Fang Yuan saw this, he sneered.
Of course there are power struggles and factional divisions within the Junshan Sect.
Of course, before, Fang Tianhan used his Dzogchen cultivation to suppress everything, and no one dared to resist.
As a result, the members of the faction leader's group acted somewhat arrogantly and domineeringly, causing a lot of dissatisfaction, among which Fang Xu accounted for most of the dissatisfaction.
Now, after hearing that Fang Tianhan was trapped and narrowly escaped death, and Fairy Fire Phoenix was also poisoned, she immediately became angry.
"Great Elder Zhang Hanzhen, good, very good!"
A cold light flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.
At this time, if Fang Xu was still the same as before, there is no doubt that he has encountered a crisis and a dead situation!
The only way to survive is to run away immediately, but you may not be able to escape!
"With my current cultivation level, I can definitely run away, but that's not possible!"
Fang Yuan sighed inwardly.
His predecessor, Fang Xu, owed a lot of karma here, how could he just walk away
Perhaps everything in a dream is an illusion, but when it is fake, it is also true. Who knows if this is a deliberate trap, so that this family relationship and regret become a roadblock to cracking the dream
Therefore, it must be solved.
Fang Yuan stepped forward, held Jiang Xinlan's wrist, and slowly input an internal force.
"Fire poison? It was indeed the poisonous fire demon's hand."
As soon as he thought of this, a frosty color flashed in his eyes, and the cold power of true energy immediately began to move rapidly along his meridians.
The power of ice is originally in conflict with poisonous fire.
"Well!"
Not long after, Jiang Xinlan woke up with a low cry on the bed.
"lady!"
Seeing this scene, both the maid Xiaomei, the old servant, and even the brothers Longhu were overjoyed: "You finally woke up?"
"Is it the cold weather?"
Jiang Xinlan said in a low voice, she knew very well that she had been poisoned by the poisonous fire demon, and only the internal power of Zhibing Zhihan could suppress it. In the entire Junshan sect, only Fang Tianhan could do it.
"No... the faction leader is still trapped, it was the young master who saved you!"
"Xu'er? Impossible!"
Jiang Xinlan's eyes regained consciousness, but she was still very weak: "Tianhan... is... at Yingjue Peak. It occupies a favorable location and should be able to sustain it for a while. You can ask for help from the martial arts experts as soon as possible!"
She said a few words and immediately fell asleep.
"It's okay, madam, your energy has been consumed too much and you need to rest..."
The old servant went up to take a pulse and looked at Fang Yuan with a look full of incredulity: "Young Master... your inner strength?"
"You guys stay here to protect me, I'll come as soon as I go!"
Fang Yuan didn't say much, turned around and left.
Junshan faction, meeting hall.
"Great Elder...how can you do this and cut off the sect leader's retreat?"
A sad and angry voice came: "The leader of the faction is just under siege, but he still has a chance to survive."
"That is the great protector of the Demon Sect, the Poisonous Fire Demon Lord, and the master of Dzogchen. We and the others are only at the innate mid-level. How can we compete with them? As for foreign aid, who is willing to fight against the Demon Sect for us? Come on, go through fire and water?"
The old voice was unhurried, but with extremely firm confidence: "Fang Tianhan is dead, there is no need to worry about it anymore, and when he was the leader of the sect, he was domineering and enriched his own pockets. We have been waiting for him for a long time. In my opinion, the faction leader should be re-elected!"
"So...who do you want to choose?"
Fang Yuan walked outside the main hall and heard this sentence. He couldn't help but sneered and strode into the venue.
"Little Lord!"
An elder in his thirties immediately greeted him: "They... they..."
His tone was choked with sobs.
"The tree fell and the hozens scattered!"
Fang Yuan looked at the circle of elders and couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.
When Fang Tianhan was around, they all greeted him with smiles and groveling, but now, all they saw was indifference and hatred!
Only Xu Yu next to him was more loyal because he was raised by Fang Tianhan.
"Fang Xu, what are you doing here?"
An old man in the middle frowned when he saw Fang Yuan arriving.
He is "Zhang Hanzhen", the great elder of the Junshan Sect. He is the highest-ranking person in the Junshan Sect. His cultivation level has reached the innate middle level, and he is one step away from reaching the peak.
"I am also in the innate realm, why can't I come to the meeting hall?"
Fang Yuan smiled and took a step forward: "Are you thinking of rebelling before the faction leader is dead?"
When this question came out, many elders turned pale.
"Huh, rebellion? Yes, we are going to rebel!"
The Great Elder responded tit for tat: "You two, father and son, have done so many outrageous things in the Junshan Sect, but today is just a cycle of cause and effect, and you will not be rewarded!"
"Is it?"
Fang Yuan shook his head: "The Great Elder is so forgetful. Just three months ago, your grandson committed a murder in the downtown area and beat to death the beloved son of the chief escort of Shunyuan Escort Bureau in the street. It was not the sect that took the responsibility for you. Yes, and you, Elder Sun, you are in charge of purchasing materials for our sect, and you have embezzled more than 50,000 taels of silver, right?"
"And you... you..."
He casually pointed out the bad deeds of several people, and the elders present turned red and shouted angrily: "That's a bunch of nonsense!"