Chapter 827 (1/2)

It stopped raining and it was dark and bright.

The clothes on the body are wet by the rain and dried by the warm wind. The snails on the ground are not easy to climb to the vamp and roll down and disappear.

Fang Yan has been standing in front of the big tank for seven days!

He could not feel the wind and rain, nor the cold and hunger.

His body went into a delicate state, like a sleeping bag full of oxygen or a room burning with charcoal when it was snowy.

Warm, comfortable and relaxed.

At the beginning, his mind was in a state of chaos, countless thoughts emerged, countless information gathered, enemies and friends were clear, small-scale fighting and large-scale fighting emerged in endlessly -

when his head was hard to support, when he felt his body was about to explode, everything was quiet.

His brain turned into a sea of clouds, white clouds floating, illusion infinite.

Then the scene suddenly changed, and the sea of clouds became a boundless sea. The ocean is divided into two poles, one is as black as ink, the other is as white as snow.

Black pole and white pole collide with each other. Black pole wants to swallow up white pole and white pole wants to assimilate black pole.

The waves were rough and splashed.

The two big fish are like helpless puppets, pushed to the white pole and rolled to the black pole.

Suddenly, the black and white poles began to rotate, and the boundless sea became a whirlpool of crazy rotation.

The whirlpool turns faster and faster, and finally becomes a black hole that can swallow everything.

The wind is howling, the rain is pouring, the lightning is thundering, and the whole world will collapse.

I don't know how long it took.

Ooh -

when all is still, when the world returns to peace.

The black and white poles are torn apart, and then they rotate slowly.

A big fish in the black pole, a big fish in the white pole. They struggled desperately to break through the cage, but no matter how hard they tried, they broke their heads and were unable to meet again.

This is the power of nature and the law of heaven.

When the first light of the morning cuts through the darkness, when the beautiful birds sing the first song.

When the flowers bloom, when the dew drops on the leaves rippling and falling -

Fang Yan finally moves.

His legs crossed and staggered, and he put out an authentic position of Fang's plum blossom pile.

Body slightly bow, hands open, embrace double circle, then a set of fluent Fang Taiji will flow out continuously.

Or fast or slow, or light as clouds, or thunderbolt.

Or move ups and downs, or static as a virgin.

It has white gas rising on its head, and the water in the water tank rolls like boiling.

The faster Fang Yan hits, the more intense the water in the water tank rolls. From time to time, the Pisces in the tank leaped out of the water and spewed out one bubble after another in the air: puff -

Fang Yan felt the changes in his own Dantian. At that time, his Taiji heart, which was as silent as death and burning as fire, reacts again.

It's still hot, even hotter than ever before. It's like a stove with a big hole in its belly.

But Fang Yan clearly knows that this is releasing. As long as the silent stove is lit, the charcoal fire and the fire gas left in the Dantian area are fully burned, the volcano will really go out.

Now, it's the burning process. He is willing to bear the pain because it is benign and hopeful.

When Fang Yan slows down, the boiling water freezes like ice, and the active Pisces go deep into the bottom of the valley.

Plum blossom steps like plum blossom, in Fang Yan's body walk, countless plum blossom delicate open.

When Fang Yan finishes playing the 19th route of Fang's Taiji and admits his kung fu, the water tank is filled with smoke, just like the immortal pool God mansion.

There is water overflowing out of the tank.