Zhang Debiao did not take those patterns to heart and continued to run Longmeng Baoxiang, Dachitian Demon God Jue and Taitan Fu Neng Sheng. The Titan Fu Neng Sheng Jue was incomplete, but combined with the other two mental methods, it can form a complete set. The mental method occupies thirty-two of the thirty-seven Dou Qi channels.
Neither the seventh-ranked Long Meng Baoxiang nor the fourth-ranked Da Chitian Demon God Jue can occupy all the Dou Qi channels. In addition, the tenth-ranked Titan Fureng Shengju can only occupy thirty-two Dou Qi channels. But this is the mental method that Zhang Debiao knows so far that covers the most channels of Dou Qi.
There are thirty-two Dou Qi passages. Even the code of the God King's Palace may not be able to have such a wide passage!
Zhang Debiao closed his eyes and concentrated. After a while, he opened his eyes again. His heart was restless. Why couldn't he calm down and practice today? All that appeared in his mind were the patterns drawn by the old madman.
These patterns were graffitied by an old lunatic, and they seemed to be a form of martial arts, but how could one believe what a lunatic drew? Zhang Debiao knew this, but those patterns were still inevitably imprinted on his mind, as if they contained great power. charm.
Zhang Debiao slowly let out a breath of filthy air and stopped practicing. He stood up and came to the patterns drawn by the old madman. Those patterns had long been erased by him, leaving only the figure of a hand.
His eyes fell on that hand and he could no longer move away. He saw this hand half-clasped and half-flexed, as if a baby was clenching its little hand when it was in the mother's womb, holding all the energy of its body in its hand.
This seemingly ordinary pattern fell into Zhang Debiao's eyes, but it became extremely charming, as if he had understood the creation of all boxing techniques, and integrated all the boxing intentions of time into this picture, including all changes in boxing intentions!
"This is definitely not the martial arts of an old madman!"
Zhang Debiao was inexplicably shocked. Although the old madman was a swordsman and almost invincible, Zhang Debiao had fought with him for so long and knew his martial arts well. If he had such profound martial arts, he might be able to crush himself to death with just one finger!
Zhang Debiao couldn't help but be deeply attracted by this palm. This pattern was imprinted into his brain and gradually changed in his mind. It was obviously a pattern of death, but it started to move in his mind.
I saw the clenched palm slowly unfolding, the five fingers blooming like lotus, the knuckles vibrating, and every vibration is a change, mysterious and mysterious, more mysterious and profound than Zongmoluo's lotus fingers!
The changes in the thumb, little finger, ring finger, middle finger, and index finger can be passed down as a brand new martial arts. It is definitely a fighting skill even better than the lotus finger!
The changes in that palm are still continuing. The layers of palm techniques and seal combinations seem to encompass the world in the blink of an eye, turning into a huge idea, an invincible idea!
Zhang Debiao sat there in a daze, the pattern in his mind kept changing, endless, it seemed that all the boxing techniques and intentions came out of this palm!
Boxing mother!
The mother of all boxing techniques!
Zhang Debiao's entire spiritual energy was caught up in these endless changes, changing with these changes.
I don't know how long it took, but those changes suddenly stopped. I could see the five fingers of the hand in the pattern slowly curling up, and they were clenched into the palm of the hand. They were still clenched tightly, just like a baby in the mother's body, holding its spiritual energy in the palm of the fist. middle.
Zhang Debiao's hand couldn't help but follow the pattern, and suddenly all the spiritual energy of his body was held in his hand. Suddenly the Taiyin Lung Meridian in his hand began to vibrate, and the fighting energy was about to move with a strange rhythm. Then the Yangming Large Intestine Meridian in his hand also began to vibrate. , then more meridians vibrated, and in an instant, the thirty-seven Dou Qi channels in the whole body were oscillating!
The three mental techniques of Longmeng Baoxiang, Evil Spirit Scripture and Titan Furen Shengjue did not cover all the Dou Qi channels, but this pattern actually mobilized all the Dou Qi channels!
At that moment, Zhang Debiao even thought that if he punched out, it would break the sky!
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Zhang Debiao opened his eyes and saw Xiao Hei lying at his feet. He suddenly raised his head and the old madman next to him was making a lot of noise and shouted: "The mushroom is awake!"
The black fog all over Zaid's body was instantly swept away, and he quickly asked: "Aman, what's wrong with you? You've been in a coma for so long, and you won't wake up even if I call you!"
"How long have I been sleeping?" Zhang Debiao was extremely puzzled. He watched the changes in the pattern, as if all the changes in boxing techniques had been completed in an instant, and it didn't take long at all to return to the origin.
Holy Magister Zaid said calmly: "The Blackstone Prison Warden came and delivered meals seventeen times."
"I delivered meals seventeen times, nearly six days?!"
Zhang Debiao found it unbelievable that he actually watched the pattern on a hand in his mind for six days!
"God, this hand is just a corner of the many patterns drawn by the old madman. If I take all those patterns, I want to fully understand them. It will take me until the Year of the Monkey to finish them?"
Zhang Debiao was still frightened, and then he understood why the old madman became crazy. The patterns in his brain contained extremely huge martial arts knowledge, which was enough to make a person collapse!
However, Zhang Debiao calculated a little. The old madman is a swordsman and has a long life. He can study the martial arts in the pattern to his heart's content. Time is not a problem for him.
However, such a sword master who stood at the pinnacle of power was driven crazy by these patterns, which is enough to explain the problem.
The root cause is that these martial arts lack a system to integrate them, and this system is a huge and complex Dou Qi channel system.
Without a perfect Dou Qi channel system, the last change of these patterns cannot be completed, so even a superior being like the Sword Master, a talented and beautiful person, will be driven crazy.
"In the past six days, I have broken through the demon-suppressing seal seven or eighty-eight times, and my cultivation level has recovered to 70%! Give me some time, and I will be able to recover all my cultivation level!"
Holy Magister Zaid continued: "And the old madman also broke the seal of fighting spirit and restored his cultivation."
Zhang Debiao looked at the crazy old man, and saw that the crazy old man was very proud, and suddenly his fighting spirit burst out. The violent fighting spirit forced the two of them to retreat, and said proudly: "You can't beat me, you must listen to me from now on! If you don't accept it, we will fight. Fight!" After saying that, he started to take action.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhang Debiao quickly raised his hand and said solemnly: "Old mushroom, what is your name?"
The old madman's eyes widened and he was confused.
Zhang Debiao sneered: "You don't even know your own name, and you want me to listen to you? My name is Debiao Manchui, my nickname is Aman, and I also have another name named Zhang Debiao. I have more names than you and longer than you. From now on, you listen to me!"
The old madman stood dejectedly and stood behind him obediently.
Holy Magister Zaid was stunned when he saw it. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he felt regretful in his heart: "I have known for a long time that this guy is crazy. Why didn't I think of this trick and use the old madman for my own use?"
The Holy Magister said quickly: "My name is longer, my name is Zaid, the middle surname is Vic Matthews, and the first surname is Okmus Akmadovich..."
Zhang Debiao rolled his eyes at him and said triumphantly: "It's too late!" He pulled the old madman aside and asked him how he broke the seal of fighting spirit. The old madman blinked and said: "Fight with yourself!"
"Fight with yourself?" Zhang Debiao was stunned: "What is this method?"
I saw the crazy old man fighting fiercely with his hands, and then a fist suddenly hit his lower abdomen hard, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out. His expression was sluggish, and he said excitedly: "That's it!"
Zhang Debiao couldn't help but shudder when he saw blood beads still hanging on his beard.
However, the old madman's self-mutilation behavior made him know how this old monster broke the seal of fighting spirit. When he punched out, his fist and mind were punched out at the same time, and he used his fist and mind to destroy the seal, so he could recover.
Cultivation!
"The old madman has been fighting with me for so long, and he has recovered some fighting spirit, enough to use his fists to break the seal with random collisions." Zhang Debiao thought to himself: "This is indeed a seal that can be broken.
There is no way, but the old madman is a sword master. His fist intention can mark the void and naturally break the seal, but my fist intention may not be able to do it. If this madman is allowed to do it, I am afraid he can kill me with one punch!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao thought of the boxing pattern again, his heart moved, and he entered the realm of the Bridge of Life and Death. A bridge spanned the entire stone room!
He stretched out his right hand, and the palm completed countless changes in the blink of an eye, condensing into a punch. He saw the bridge of life and death gradually shrinking, shrinking to the center of his fist, returning to the mentality of a baby, and lightly punching his Dantian area.
"Covering the sky with one hand!"
There seemed to be a loud bang in Zhang Debiao's ears. In his Dantian area, the Bridge of Life and Death squeezed into the lotus seal, setting up a bridge inside and outside the Dantian!
The lotus seal kept squeezing his fist intention of the Bridge of Life and Death, but the fist intention remained motionless under this powerful force, and the fighting energy continued to flow in and out through the bridge.
Zhang Debiao couldn't help shouting, and he was extremely happy in his heart: "Although the lotus seal was not completely broken, I finally recovered 70-80 points of cultivation! I opened the other two dantians, and the current 78-point cultivation level is different from the previous peak.
The state is not inferior to it, or even stronger!"
At this moment, the stone chamber suddenly began to tremble violently, and a thumping sound came from the ground. Each sound was duller than the last, as if there was an extremely huge wild beast stretching its body underground.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise in the corridor of the Blackstone Iron Prison. Zhang Debiao quickly went to the window to take a look. He saw an extraterrestrial demon with a human head, a snake body and an eight-arm Shura standing in the corridor. Several other extraterrestrial demons quickly passed by him.
Swim passed by and said loudly: "That thing is making noise again, Zig, don't be stunned, go and join hands to suppress it!"
These extraterrestrial demons left quickly and headed straight to the next level of the Blackstone Iron Prison.
"What exactly is hidden under the Black Stone Iron Prison?" Zhang Debiao was slightly startled and said to himself.
Zaid's eyes flickered and he said: "How do I know? This thing has already caused trouble once, but you were in a coma at the time, so you didn't know."
"I didn't ask you."
Zhang Debiao turned around and saw the Holy Mage of the Dead hiding his eyes from side to side. He obviously knew the cause of the commotion and said with a smile: "Could this be the treasure of your God King's Palace?"
Zaid laughed strangely a few times, then suddenly kept his face and said nothing. (To be continued. If you want to know the funeral, please log on to www., there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (To be continued.