Tang Yan decided to retreat. When the hell space was completely transformed by the nourishment of the ghost mother's spirit, he also went to a special retreat to take this opportunity to understand the hell space and improve his understanding of it.
It is also an experiment on how to realize the transformation between the mental body and the real body.
Tang Yan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, concentrating on the vast hell.
This is the first comprehensive and quiet realization in decades.
Looking at its spatial scope, dangerous areas, dense veins, and the edge of chaos, he tried to completely immerse his entire consciousness in every area of hell, every inch of land, and every area.
A few days later, Evil Ancestor suddenly walked back slowly and leisurely, stood at a distance for a while, as if he had some concerns, and finally gritted his teeth and came closer.
The whole body is burning with fierce underworld fire, this time it is no longer a pure shadow of the soul.
Evil Ancestor coughed softly. "My good disciple, are you busy?"
Tang Yan meditated, opened one eye, and glanced at him, "What do you think?"
"Shall we talk, father and mother?"
"Yeah." Tang Yan responded in a gentle tone.
"Last time I used my body of hellfire to help you fuck that bitch, the ghost mother, and the effect was pretty good. But after thinking about it carefully recently, there are still too many flaws. I think, if I want to fully integrate into hell, what else can I do?
Must need your help.
So, the relationship between the two of us is limited to talking about deals and so on. I feel that we need to help each other, you help me, and I will help you? "
Tang Yan's lips and teeth opened slightly: "Let go."
"You..." Evil Ancestor glared on the spot, but after all, he was asking for something. He immediately returned to normal and sat in front of Tang Yan: "Do you still remember that day when I mentioned that you showed your true form in hell?"
"Um."
"Actually, I can provide you with a direction."
"Um."
"The Immortal Evolution Technique will have two accompanying martial arts at this holy level. One is when you advance, which is the instant kill skill you realize. The other is in the later stage, after the blood river expands to a certain stage.
The second martial skill accompanying the birth is related to your physical body coming to hell."
"Huh?" Tang Yan opened his eyes, looked at him half-closed for a while, and almost dodged him with a kick. Do you need martial arts assistance to come to the physical body? Or is it at the later stage of the expansion of the blood river? But this old guy was urging him to do it now.
Just start trying. Isn’t it obvious that you are doing useless work?
"Don't look at me like that. I just want to see if you can achieve physical arrival with your own strength. Now that I think about it, I might as well forget it."
"Are you aware of this because of your conscience? Are you afraid that I will hate you in the future?"
Evil Ancestor pretended not to hear and continued: "After you grow to that stage, martial arts will naturally awaken, but I feel that you need it now, so... today I will take this opportunity to introduce it to you in advance."
Tang Yan turned around and stared straight at Evil Ancestor.
The Evil Ancestor was thick-skinned and ignored him: "I decided to condense the Hellfire True Body in Hell. In fact, I was inspired by this martial art. I have started practicing now, and you can join me. We will practice together, and the efficiency will be higher."
"I'm listening." Tang Yan sighed more and more. A country is easy to change, but a nature is hard to change. This old guy still has a dark flavor in his bones, which cannot be changed.
"Let me make it clear in advance. This is my good intention and my great kindness. Otherwise, if you want to understand this martial arts, you will have to wait until you are promoted to the peak of Martial Saint. How many years and months will it take?"
"Understood."
"You help me, and I help you. We help each other."
"That's what you said."
Evil Ancestor coughed a few times and straightened his body: "Secret Skill of Heavenly Fire - Ming Tu Ba Zang!"
"Don't stop, just talk."
"The eight treasures of Ming Tu gather the essence of heavenly fire and condense the eight parts of the fire body to control the hell."
"The intention is to extract the essence of the sky fire, condense eight identical clones, live in eight directions, and jointly control the world of hell."
"The eight-part body condensed by the Eight Treasures of Ming Tu is based on the hell space and the essence of heavenly fire. Therefore, after leaving this world, the body of the Eight Treasures will immediately disintegrate and will no longer function."
"But in the hell space, they absorb the power of sky fire and become truly immortal."
"After the final stage of the transformation of Sky Fire, the true immortal celestial body was condensed. Therefore, you can understand that Ming Tu Ba Zang is actually the 'preliminary experimental body' of the immortal celestial body."
"The Eight Treasures of the Ming Dynasty not only exist in the form of 'fire body', but after repeated tempering, they will also appear in the form of 'fire body, flesh and bone', that is, using heavenly fire as the origin, a real physical body will evolve."
Evil Ancestor's impassioned talk aroused Tang Yan's interest little by little: "You mean, you can also use hell fire to reshape your body? And there are eight of them?"
Evil Ancestor looked down upon him: "Where did you lose your IQ? Can I help you pick it up?"
"…………"
"The underworld fire in hell is a derivative of the sky fire. It is somewhat similar, but there is a big difference. It is like a sky fire and an earth fire. I have studied it repeatedly and it is impossible for the underworld fire to have the wonderful transformation of 'fire body, flesh and bone'
.I am destined to only exist in the form of a fire body, but it doesn’t matter, it’s better than a soul body.”
"Start teaching me now!! I will help you integrate into hell and absorb the fire of hell, and you will help me condense the fire body, the fire body, flesh and bones. Come, come, help each other, and make progress together." Tang Yan has been studying for many days, and finally
Found the direction.
"Let me make it clear in advance that your current level of blood flow is not mature enough. Practicing the Ming Tu Ba Zang decades in advance is an acceleration of maturity..."
"You can change the word."
"I can't guarantee that you will succeed, and it's very difficult to practice Ming Tu Ba Zang. With my strength back then, it took me three months to condense one physical body, and ten years to condense three physical bodies."
"My strength is not as good as yours, but my talent is worse than yours. Half a month should be about the same."
“You will die if you don’t brag??”
Tang Yan asked: "What is the strength of each body?"
"Look at your own creation, the entire hell space is equal to yourself, and the eight clones of Mingtu are equal to you. The eight clones combined are almost as strong as you.
But, you can try to temper one in the early stage, and temper this one to the extreme. Compared with yourself, a clone is not much different. Moreover, you are in the hell world, and the Mingtu clone is immortal.
, and being able to draw on the power of this world is a big advantage.”
Tang Yan nodded, having a rough idea in his mind.
The Evil Ancestor chuckled and said: "You must learn to respect your teachers and elders. Come on, come on, help me perfect the 'body of hell fire' first, and then we will discuss your matter of heavenly fire.
Be prepared to stay in seclusion for half a year. Ming Tu Ba Zang is more difficult than you expected. Before I died in the battle, I barely managed to gather five bodies."
"Five objects? Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"I'll cut you off!!"
"Stop making trouble, seriously??"
"What do you think?? For more than thirty years, you have had five Mingtu bodies. You can imagine how difficult it is. You are now a riper, and the hell is not as complete as mine. It took half a year to condense one body, which is already a compliment to you.
Come on. Come on, get ready to start."
Tang Yan warned Lingzhi outside, hid in the deep mountains and forests, and began to retreat.
Lingzhi turned into a forest area and enveloped Tang Yan, setting up the best disguise.
At the same time, an incident in Bailu City spread throughout the Pangu territory. Although Bai Xing and Lu Hua closed the city for three days and three nights and issued strict orders, after all, the matter was too sensational and paper could not contain the fire.
Few spread the news.
The dark dragon descends and the ghosts of hell reappear.
The survivors of hell are actually dormant in the ruins.
The Nine Sons Ghost Mother is the spokesperson of Little Hell.
Is there anyone stronger than the Ghost Mother in Little Hell?
The news spread like wildfire and spread wider and wider.
Although hell has long ceased to exist, due to various situations, phenomena, and similar martial arts, the legends and cognitions about it have always been engraved in people's minds, including ordinary people.
Therefore, the spread of these news is equivalent to a burning match thrown on the wasteland covered with withered grass, spreading at an alarming speed, and igniting a raging flame.
But when rumors about hell are abuzz, doubts about it become even more intense.
After all, all the rumors came from gossip, and the senior management and internal personnel of Bailu City denied them, making the whole incident confusing.
Moreover, Bai Xing and Lu Hua very cleverly sent a large number of cronies to various places, actively spreading "questioning" remarks and fighting "rumors" with "rumors", with the intention of confusing the whole incident.
Precisely because of the existence of these doubts, although the whole incident became more and more serious, it did not attract excessive attention from powerful ethnic groups and big bosses everywhere.
Little hell?? Just kidding!
If there was a small hell, it would have appeared long ago!
Will you wait until now??
But there was more than a little stir within the Pangu tribe. They didn’t trust anyone, not even the eldest prince Taitan. They knew Taitan’s character best, and they wouldn’t let go of things they got easily. Even if something unexpected happened, they wouldn’t let go easily.
Without the ghost mother's soul, she wouldn't have been able to make up such a clumsy lie.
so……
The Pangu tribe began to mobilize elite troops, activate the informants deployed over the years, and collect traces of the Little Hell, and they did not hesitate to use high-level saints for this purpose.