The speed of the fist is getting faster and faster, and it is becoming more and more casual...

At the end, every breath is the first form of "The Great Desolation Fist", and every glance is the "The Withering Sea" in "The Great Desolation Fist", and every glance is the "The Withering Sea".

It's really about the point of doing whatever you want.

I don't know how long it took.

"The first style of "The Great Desolation Fist" "The Withering Sea" has finally reached a perfect state."

He wanted to practice the second form of "Great Desolation Fist" "Return to the Dust", but before practicing the second form, he must practice the first form "The Withering of the Sea" to perfection, because the first form is the basis of the second form.

Just like a foundation, the first foundation is the foundation of the second foundation.

The next moment.

He watched and memorized all the magic tricks, boxing techniques, etc. of "returning to dust".

Then, his soul sat cross-legged in the desolate world and began to understand and deduce, letting the wind and rain blow, letting the plants sprout, and letting the ice, frost, and gravel.

I don't know how long it took.

Su Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"So, the first way is withering. Withering and re-germination. On the sun blooming, returning to the dust means completely disappearing and death." Su Xuan murmured to himself, understanding.

Barrenness is like winter, everything witheres and withers, but when the spring of the next year, everything can grow again and turn into a green and vibrant ocean.

And returning to dust is completely...

Su Xuan stood up.

Start punching.

At first, his fist marks were clearly a barren taste, rich, pure, and ultimate barren taste.

But gradually, in the desolate smell, there was more breath of death, more breath of destruction, and more abrupt...

The size of the fist print also changes, shrinks and condenses.

The color became even more gloomy.

a long time.

Su Xuan shook his head.

"not enough."

"These breaths of death, destruction, and annihilation auras that I forcibly stuffed into, are only in their form and not in their spirit. They cannot make the essential transformation of "the withering the sea" into "returning to dust."

Thinking about it.

Su Xuan suddenly left the desolate world.

In the Enlightenment Pavilion, Su Xuan opened his eyes.

Stand up.

"Senior Tianmei, how can I experience the artistic conception of death, destruction, annihilation, and everything disappearing by "returning to the dust"?" Su Xuan asked.

"Then Chen Qingming, to you, isn't it simple?" asked the Creation Heavenly Girl instead, and the wind and horses were out of touch.

"good."

"Then why did she hide her for a hundred years in Lingwu Academy?"

"Lingwu Academy has what she wants, and Lingwu Academy is not as simple as it appears."

"Sword Stele Forest." The Creation Heavenly Girl gave the answer directly: "This Sword Stele Forest has a little meaning. The most important thing is that if you want to understand the artistic conception of "returning to dust", the Sword Stele Forest is also a good place to go. There are strong people from generation to generation in the history of the entire Lingwu Academy, and it is a cemetery of sword cultivators."

Su Xuan's eyes were bright.

Understood.

right!!!
Chapter completed!