Chapter 342

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

With the glittering pink powder sprinkled on the ancient bronze tripod, it turned into a pink flame in an instant. As soon as these flames appeared, they quickly spread everywhere. In an instant, the whole bronze tripod was wrapped and swayed, as if it had self spirituality. He has seen many incredible scenes, so when Cui Hao saw the scene in front of him, he was not too shocked, but waited quietly.

Seeing that the pink flame began to spread and sway, he hurriedly flashed away in summer, and told him, "disciple, close to the bronze tripod, he will feel your breath, and he will start to inherit the original mother fist for you. We must cherish time. Each inheritance will not last too long. Only by feeling wholeheartedly can we make his original mother fist more extraordinary!"

He has been waiting quietly. Hearing this, Cui Hao quickly came to the side of the bronze tripod. Fortunately, his body is strong enough now. This terrible burning feeling of ground fire has little impact on him and can resist it.

The pink flame wrapped the bronze tripod and swayed constantly. Soon, the bronze tripod began to make a dull buzzing sound. Not long ago, the pink flame was absorbed into it for a moment, and then it was suddenly shocked, buzzing, and an invisible ripple spread rapidly. After contacting Cui Hao, Immediately, the invisible ripples began to converge, and a special field was formed in an instant, completely wrapping Cui Hao in it.

"This feeling... It's really wonderful! It's wonderful!..."

Almost at the moment of being wrapped by this invisible ripple, Cui Hao almost groaned out comfortably. He felt a fresh and incomparable power flowing through his body. The whole person seemed to eat a frozen watermelon in dog days, which was cool and comfortable, and the 480 million pores of his body were all stretched, just like eating ginseng fruit.

Under this wonderful feeling, soon, Cui Hao was shrouded in a strange power. He was in a panic. Then he fell deeply into it.

In a trance, there is no sky, no land, only endless chaos and nothingness, and Cui Hao gradually has some consciousness. He "sees" a vague figure standing with his hands on his back, cold and arrogant. Although it is a back, it gives people a feeling of infinite desolation and incomparable loneliness. The figure always turned his back to Cui Hao, and at one moment, his body shook slightly, and the endless chaotic atmosphere rolled around him. His hands moved mysteriously, as if they had great attraction. All the chaotic gases around began to shake, change and shake.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!..."

Soon, the voice began to wave his fist and hit it again and again. Each punch gave people a sense of integration. With each punch, Cui Hao unexpectedly felt the mystery contained in each punch. This mystery was unspeakable, but it really existed and passed on to himself in a strange and incomparable way, Enough for yourself. It can be said that this is a very magical thing. It seems that Cui Hao, a bystander, has formed a strange connection with the illusory figure. Generally, every punch he hits will produce a strange feeling.

The figure was smashed out, and Cui Hao felt more and more feelings in his heart. It was a realm that seemed to turn into a river, lake and sea, enough to accommodate thousands of people. Cui Hao really felt it. He was intoxicated and very excited. At this time, the figure is obviously illusory, and it continues to illusory. If this trend continues, at most, the figure will disappear with another punch.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

It seemed that Cui Hao felt this emotion. The mysterious bead that had been slowly rotating in his body suddenly shook, and then emitted an invisible golden light, which suddenly fell into the bronze tripod. Soon, the whole bronze tripod was shocked again, and even in summer, I was surprised and didn't understand what the situation was. It seems that its power is about to be consumed. Why does it seem to be full of resurrection?

At this moment, the figure sensed by Cui Hao became clear again, and he was still smashing his fist. Each fist was more mysterious. The strange artistic conception was felt by Cui Hao, becoming more and more profound and obscure. Even if Cui Hao had a clear feeling and understood all kinds of things, he could not show it with his current strength.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!..."

The figure was still hitting the fist, one fist, one fist, faster and faster, and the mystery became more and more obscure and difficult to understand. Even if there was that kind of induction, Cui Hao felt that he could not master it and could only feel it. After such a situation lasted for a moment, the figure was illusory again. Finally, he turned into a fist with a thump, The fist smashed everything. With this fist, chaos burst, as if it were the first time in the world. A supreme breath filled Cui Hao's heart. Then, his head buzzed. It seemed that he couldn't bear such a terrible breath. His head was dark, and then he woke up.

"The last punch, the supreme breath, is really terrible! It's more terrible than Cain, the ancestor of the blood family I felt through the book of blood! What level of existence is this figure?" Cui Hao was shocked in his heart, thinking so.

Although Cui Hao only felt the supreme breath of the last punch, and his head could not bear the mysterious fluctuation of the supreme breath, Cui Hao obtained enough. His whole person completely obtained the inheritance of the original mother fist, which was much more detailed than that obtained by Xia et al.

"Good disciple, what are you doing? You can slowly aftertaste all kinds of primitive mother boxing later. Don't hurry to devote yourself to the bronze tripod? Time is limited. You should remember the thirty-three divine needles as much as possible!"

When Cui Hao was in a daze, he shouted in a hurry in summer. Cui Hao was stunned, and then he reacted. At this moment, he found that the lid of the bronze tripod had been opened, and there was a strong and beautiful fragrance in it. So Cui Hao threw himself into the bronze tripod without hesitation.

"How comfortable!..."

Just after entering the bronze tripod, Cui Hao gave a comfortable groan. His whole body was wrapped with a faint fragrance of medicine. He was very comfortable. After entering it, he also began to watch the inner wall of the bronze tripod for the first time. Sure enough, as summer said, there are portraits branded on them. These portraits are very mysterious. Although there are only a few strokes, they clearly draw human body structures. Each painting has a needle mark, and there are countless mysterious radians below. It seems to explain to people that the first needle contains these mysteries.

"Carry Qi and blood and change the movement of Qi and blood in the body!"

Seeing the first painting, Cui Hao had this idea in his heart. At the same time, he began to remember it quickly. He remembered the first painting in a breath.

The first needle of Da Luo 33 divine needle was soon understood by Cui Hao. He saw many things he had never thought of before, which opened his eyes.

Without stopping, Cui Hao began to look at the second painting again, and his face showed an expression of shock and obsession

Watching a painting, Cui Hao's expression became more and more obsessed. This time, he was a real eye opener! Da Luo's thirty-three divine needles are said to be thirty-three needles, but each needle has ninety-nine hundred and eighty-one changes. It can be combined in pairs, and its needlework is more. Moreover, it seems that each acupuncture method has different effects, but Cui Hao only understands a general idea, which needs his in-depth research, perception and reflection.