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Chapter 78 The Bridge of Life and Death

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    Zhang Debiao sat in this half-plane space for more than ten days without eating, drinking, or moving. It seemed that even the five senses and six senses of the body were completely sealed off.

    In front of him, the fist left by the Twelve Fighting Saints was triggered by his spiritual power to reappear from time to time, raging in the space of the demiplane, and then erased by the plane.

    Tu Meng, Elder Titan and others came in several times to bring him some food, but seeing that Zhang Debiao hadn't touched the food at all, the two elders felt that something was wrong.

    "He doesn't eat or drink like this, and he is more devoted than we were at that time. Even if he realizes the martial arts of fighting saints, it will hurt his vitality." Elder Titan said worriedly.

    "It's nothing to realize it. What I'm most worried about is that I won't be able to understand anything." Elder Tu Meng sighed: "Aman is more attentive than we were in the past. If we don't realize it, the damage to our mind must be more serious than ours. This  The thing is that I am too impatient, if his knowledge and cultivation base are a little bit more advanced, or"

    "It's useless to say these things now. Wait another day. If he is still like this after one day, we will beat him out and fight him out! This kid is the most promising genius in southern Xinjiang, and he must not be destroyed here!"

    Another day passed, and the two elders entered the belly of the dragon turtle again. This time they were surprised to find that Zhang Debiao actually moved his position, instead of sitting in the original place, he ran to the center of the fighting saint's fist!

    "He's crazy! Just that fist will blast the ground into a deep ditch more than 100 meters long and more than ten meters wide. He actually ran to the center of the Saint's fist, doesn't he want to live? How domineering is the Saint's fist?  With a light touch of fist intent, he can be beaten to the point where not even a scum is left!"

    The two elders rushed over in a hurry, and stopped not far from Zhang Debiao, because they saw that although Zhang Debiao was in the middle of the boxing intention, the holy man's boxing intention never broke out.

    Instead of erupting, Zhang Debiao punched unscrupulously in that fist.

    This is an unremarkable straight punch, straight to the point, without fancy.

    The whistling fist wind resounded in the middle of the fist, one punch after another, extremely monotonous.

    The two elders looked at each other in dismay, and said puzzledly: "Dou Sheng's fist will explode as long as others step into the range, and the stimulation of mental power or the fluctuation of fighting spirit will trigger the fist. How can Ah Man move freely in the fist?"

    As Zhang Debiao punched more and more times, the two elders gradually felt something was wrong.

    In Zhang Debiao's fist, it seemed that there was an extra force unknowingly, fierce and scorching hot.

    A vast and boundless desert suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, the scorching sun was like blood, and a tall figure stood in the desert punching and closing his fists, which was extremely simple and extremely boring.

    That person tempered his fisting intentions over and over again, gradually becoming more refined, allowing the cruelty and blazing heat of the desert to blend into his fisting intentions unconsciously.

    He didn't know how many punches he punched, but one day, with one punch, the situation changed, driving the desert wild, and a fierce and fiery fist shot up into the sky, destroying the world, and a fighting saint was born from then on!

    "This is the situation when the fighting saint was about to break through, endured loneliness and went to the desert to practice his boxing skills alone!" Elder Tumeng Maitreya's expression changed drastically, and he said hurriedly: "Aman has learned the boxing intention of this fighting saint, so I just learned it  Standing in the middle of that boxing intention, because the artistic conception is the same, so the fighting saint's boxing intention will not explode! It is really"

    "Incomparable genius!"

    The two elders couldn't help but look forward to it, looking forward to Zhang Debiao's complete incorporation of the martial spirit of this fighting saint into himself, and the road of cultivation will be smooth sailing from now on.  As long as he integrates this Dou Sheng's fist into his own fighting spirit, breaking through the Dou Sheng's level is almost non-existent for him!

    Unexpectedly, at this time, Zhang Debiao suddenly withdrew his fist, jumped out of his fist, ran to the entrance of the half-plane, squatted on the ground, ate and drank, and swept away the food brought by the two elders, and then  He rubbed his stomach and let out a loud belch.

    "Could it be that our appearance interrupted his comprehension? This is bad. If comprehension is interrupted, he may not be able to get back the original feeling for the rest of his life"

    The two elders walked over anxiously, and the elder Titan said tremblingly: "Aman, why don't you continue to practice? Have you already fully integrated the fist of that fighting saint?"

    "Why do you need to master it?"

    Zhang Debiao asked curiously: "That is the fist god of the senior Dou Sheng. If I integrate his fist god, wouldn't I become another him?"

    "You're thinking¡­¡­"

      "I am my own god! Of course my fist will be condensed by myself!"

    Zhang Debiao stood up, a faint aura spread out, and the condensed fist spirit paved a bridge connecting himself and the enemy in front of him.

    The bridge of life and death.

    "I am God, and God is me! From then on, I no longer believe in any gods!"

    The faces of the two elders changed drastically, and Zhang Debiao suddenly changed his smiling face again, and said with a smile: "Praise Goddess Tanya, can the two elders give me another bite of food? I'm still a little hungry"

    Elder Tumon: ""

    Elder Titan: ""

    "God Ah Man actually feels hungry?" The two elders couldn't help but sarcastically said in unison.

    Zhang Debiao was so embarrassed that he kept apologizing: "I was hungry and confused just now, and I was talking nonsense. The two elders must not take it to heart."

    The two elders, Tu Meng and Titan, snorted coldly, left in a flick of their sleeves, and said, "God Ah Man, I'd better figure it out myself!"

    Zhang Debiao was dejected, stepped out of this demiplane, and the moment he stepped out, the barbarian turned his head, looked at this space, and said silently in his heart: "In the future, I will condense my own fist spirit, and I will imprint it on this martial art.  Holy land, use a bridge to extradite the latecomers, this is my fist spirit. But for now, I¡¯d better find something to eat to fill my stomach first!¡±

    Walking out of the magic shield, Zhang Debiao suddenly smelled the smell of meat and went looking for the scent. He saw Brother Tai hiding in a corner of the valley, setting up a bonfire, and roasting a large monster that looked like a horse.  There is a sharp horn on the forehead, and the roasted oil drips on the campfire, making a buzzing sound, and the fragrance is tangy.

    "Aman, have you come out?" Brother Tai said happily: "I just caught a unicorn, and I plan to roast it! Come and taste it!"

    Zhang Debiao sat down unceremoniously, and one man and one beast quickly wiped out the unicorn.  Zhang Debiao patted his stomach, sighed comfortably, and said with a smile, "Brother Tai, where did you catch this monster? It's really delicious!"

    Brother Tai was about to reply when Elder Tumon's thunderous voice sounded from the front mountain temple: "Have any of you seen my unicorn?"

    Zhang Debiao shivered, pointing at the unicorn that had been gnawed to the bone, and tremblingly said: "This is"

    Brother Tai blinked his big eyes innocently, opened his three pairs of wings, and smiled back in the wings: "Aman, do you think my feathers are beautiful?"

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