King of Perspective Vision Chapter 579: Qing Ming! Qi Ming!

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In an instant, Cui Hao felt that he seemed to be in contact with an invisible force. Between the misty and vagueness, his whole mind suddenly changed. In a peculiar scene, he saw an incomparably huge The Suzaku, standing on the old tree, is majestic and powerful. At a certain moment, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew, making a crisp and high-pitched cry, which made people sway...

I felt the various kinds of Suzaku carefully. Gradually, lines of handwriting suddenly appeared in Cui Hao's heart. It was primitive, mysterious, and obscure. He knew that this was the Suzaku divine fist. If he could completely Comprehension, then, this will be absorbed by oneself and become something that truly belongs to you. If you can't comprehend, then it will fade away, and in the end, nothing will remain.

Without any hesitation, Cui Hao completely forgot about it, plunged into his sentiment, and his inspiration continued to burst. Gradually, he gradually got such an impression of this extremely mysterious and obscure Suzaku divine fist... .....

I don’t know how long it has passed. Cui Hao felt that he could not clearly feel the various Suzaku. He felt like looking at the flowers in the mist and looking at the moon in the water. He already had a lot of insights about the Suzaku divine fist at this moment. , There is still a very obvious gap in the distance from truly understanding the true meaning and entering the room.

Soon, he was once again in the boundless sea, in which there was a mighty basalt beast, stepping on a rock, roaring by the water, magnificent mountains and rivers. The moment he saw this basaltic beast, Cui Hao became a little obsessed, because its posture instantly reminded him of the basaltic linshui in the true martial swing demon fist. The two corresponded, and he suddenly had a new understanding. The whole person is very happy. As a result, Cui Hao quickly fell into this kind of sentiment, feeling the various basaltic beasts up close, trying to figure out the true meaning of its every move, and the whole person had a huge harvest.

Under such insight, I don't know how long it has passed. Cui Hao's heart has a line of handwriting, simple and magnificent, containing a mysterious and unpredictable mystery, and it is the Xuanwu Shenquan. At this time, Cui Hao fully understood that the Xuanwu Shenquan is indeed a unique school born out of Zhenwu Dangmoquan, but it has been greatly improved on the original basis, and the mystery contained is more profound...

Compared with the Suzaku Shenquan, Cui Hao’s perception of the Xuanwu Shenquan is undoubtedly more profound, and his whole person is so forgotten, time is quickly lost in one minute and one second, unconsciously , One day and one night passed like this.

In the Hall of Inheritance, at the moment Cui Hao is sitting cross-legged, with two clusters of white fog permeating above his head. If looming, one of them seems to form a pattern, but every time it fails, as for the other, it forms A basalt beast, but very vague, it makes people feel unpredictable.

Although the inheritance can last for seven days and seven nights, since the sacred monument was broken, it can only make the inheritors realize the specific inheritance for one day. Therefore, after one day, there will be basically one Conclusive.

"It's almost! The fog condensed by Zhuque Divine Fist is obviously not good, and the essence is not understood, and the fog of Xuanwu Divine Fist is just a little worse. There should be a big chance!"

One day later, the scene in the Hall of Inheritance was paid attention to by everyone. Because they knew the inheritance too much, they judged that after seeing the fog, the possibility of Cui Hao comprehending the Suzaku Divine Fist was very low, but Xuanwu Shenquan still has a higher possibility, and a bad one may be an epiphany. Because of this situation, everyone is paying attention to it silently, and many people are talking about it. Cui Hao’s situation is already the best situation after the sacred monument was interrupted, but it is still short of the line. No success.

In the Great Hall of Inheritance, besides Cui Hao, there is another person, it is Wang Kun. He is very nervous at the moment. Time has passed by. Cui Hao always sits crosswise, motionless, and seems to be caught in some kind of In the sentiment, it is difficult to extricate himself.

"It's almost, it must be successful! It must be successful!" Wang Kun muttered silently in his heart as he looked at the vague shadow of the basalt beast above Cui Hao's head.

Unfortunately, one minute and one second passed, and there was still no progress.

One day has passed, and it remains the same.....

The day has passed again, and there is still no progress. Originally, everyone who was full of expectations for Cui Hao was basically desperate. If you want to understand the four magic fists, you must do it as soon as possible, otherwise the longer the time, the faster you will forget. And three days later, although Cui Hao was still sitting cross-legged and still the same, everyone who had been following him was desperate. With this trend, Cui Hao would fail again.

In that kind of perception, Cui Hao is at a bottleneck at this moment. He feels that he is just a little bit short of perception, and maybe he can understand it, but what is the missing point, he is like a lot of trouble. Not sure.

Once a person falls into a blind spot, he often lacks inspiration. The same is true for Cui Hao. After three days have passed, his mood is getting more and more irritable, and he can't find a clue. The Xuanwu divine fist seems to be about to step on the entrance frieze. Comprehend the essence of it, but this foot just couldn't step into it.

It seems that I can feel Cui Hao's mood. The black and white confusion in his body, the weird golden core is spinning around, spontaneously exuding a supernatural and mysterious aura! Its breath instantly plunged into half of the holy stele. Then, in a sudden, half of the holy stele gave out a terrifying aura. At the same time, it faintly uttered dragons, tigers, birdsong, and beast roars, as if There were four sacred beasts, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, all of which had recovered at this moment and roared.

"This...what is going on?" Cui Hao opened his eyes, his expression stunned.

For three days, Wang Kun had been guarding the Hall of Inheritance, and was shocked at this moment. He looked at the incomparably trembling half of the holy stele with inexplicable excitement. Because, he suddenly remembered an ancient book of talks in the treasure house of the Four Gods and Beasts. One of the passages was the words of the founder of the Four Gods and Beasts. He claimed that if one day, the sacred stele shook because of a certain genius. The four sacred beasts roar, then, he must be a real genius of otherworldly, and will be the luck of the four sacred beasts!

While Wang Kun was shocked and pleasantly surprised, Cui Hao felt an indescribable breath permeating half of the holy stele, invisible, but real, it suddenly wrapped Cui Hao, and the next moment , As if Daigo empowered, a mysterious and powerful force was deeply imprinted in Cui Hao's heart, containing a kind of nobility and stalwart.

"This.....This...Is this the mark of the four divine fists? So deep, so clear!" After the deep shock, Cui Hao felt ecstatic.

As his thoughts turned, he succeeded in inspiring this brand. Then, he clearly felt the shocking pictures one after another, the blue dragon came out of the mountain, the white tiger was culled, the red bird hit the sky, the basalt water was in the water, etc. In addition, there are lines of handwriting. The four kinds of magic fists are introduced in great detail. Compared with the two kinds of magic fists that Cui Hao has just obtained, the handwriting is more simple and clear.

He was very ecstatic, and Cui Hao burst out of inspiration. In such a moment, he understood the mystery of the Xuanwu Shenquan and entered the room completely!

"Wow!.....Wow!.....Wow..."

Above Cui Hao’s head, at this moment, a thick white mist was born. It gathered in an instant and turned into four groups of white mist, which are alive and well. They are a sinuous dragon, a fierce white tiger, a swanfinch, and a mighty white mist. Meng Xuanwu.......

"Oh! Hung! Hah! Hah..."

As soon as the four sacred beasts composed of the four fogs were born, they uttered a sound together. The dragon chants, the tiger howls, the crows, and the beasts roared together in an instant, forming a majestic, sacred and transcendent voice. !

"Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!......"

At the same time, the four mythical beasts composed of four mists collapsed together and turned into invisible. As if there was some connection between each other, the original shaking half of the holy monument fell silent again, motionless.

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