He drove the Iron-winged Sky Eagle and wanted to fly to the lake.

However, as the distance got closer and closer, Fang Ming's pupils gradually dilated: "This is..."

He climbed up to look far, with amazing eyesight and a very wide vision. At this time, he ordered the Iron-winged Sky Eagle to fly high, and then he saw the real horror hidden under normal circumstances!

"This is not a lake!!!"

Fang Ming almost sweared: "This... this outline... is clearly a person's fist mark!!!"

This lake has a very wide range. If Fang Ming came by land, he might not be able to notice it at all.

But at this time he was condescending, and he saw that the outline of the lake was very regular, and the traces of the knuckles seemed to be like a person's fist!!!

"Is this lake formed by an unknown existence under a punch?"

Fang Ming thought carefully and was extremely terrified: "Then how tall he is? Is he a giant like Pangu? No! If he had an ordinary human body, that would be even more terrifying. How shocking is martial arts? It can reach this level? Martial Ancestor?"

The iron-winged eagle slowly landed on the lakeside, catching up a bunch of gulls and herons.

Fang Ming looked at the vast lake, and the vibration in his heart was unparalleled.

"This lake is over fifty miles in a radius, with at least tens of thousands of acres. If you have to punch it, what kind of martial arts cultivation is needed?"

Originally, he heard that in ancient times, the Martial Ancestor fought with the Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor and others, and broke the wilderness and was still a little unbelievable.

But now, the facts were right in front of him, and he immediately believed it.

"If you want to create such an effect, it is useless for the Buddha Emperor of Rushi Temple to come. Except for those ancient venerables, there are very few who can do this in the Middle Ages, and there is only one Buddha related to Rushi Temple!!!"

Fang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is it... this is not the treasure of Rushi Temple, but the treasure of Buddha?"

"So...whether the treasure is?"

Fang Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart and plunged into the lake.

After a long time, he returned to the shore with a bunch of water droplets: "It's normal at the bottom of the lake, there is no trace..."

"Since it is hidden by the Buddha, it is naturally not a productless thing like gold, silver and jewelry. It is probably either a Buddha treasure or a martial arts inheritance!"

His martial arts reached the extreme, and every word and action was in line with the Tao, and even the warriors had Tao marks on them.

In this way, you can leave traces in the world when you take action.

Some of these traces can even be worn for a long time, and can give the later generations supreme benefits.

Just like Taizu of Daqian, he was lucky enough to find an ancient ruin in the wilderness. He worked hard and exhausted his efforts to finally understand the Dragon Fist of the Emperor who was in the sky and the earth from the traces of Taoism! Lay the foundation for hegemony!

But Fang Ming glanced at the lake again.

"It's a pity... there is no such feeling of Taoist traces here..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!