The old man's energy and blood were withered, and the situation was worrying.
When you are at the end of the road, you should give up your remaining life, burn your path with the fire of your heart, and stimulate your potential.
This move invisibly improves oneself, but it will leave irreversible injuries and damage vitality.
If you damage your vitality and foundation, you will become weak afterwards, and the most obvious thing is that your lifespan will be shortened.
But damaging the future makes the present extremely powerful.
"Master..."
There is a hint of bitterness in the expression of the master of Ziyan Temple.
This is one of the three secret arts in the inheritance of heaven.
Once this technique is used, it will cause damage and gain immediately, but the disadvantages are endless, especially the greatest loss of life span.
However, the master's lifespan is already running low. If he uses this technique, he will definitely die.
But the next moment, the master of Ziyan Temple saw the current situation clearly.
If you use this technique, you will definitely die, but if you don't use this technique, how can you survive?
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"The art of burning the heart with fire?"
Zhuang Ming's eyes were filled with astonishment as he recognized this Taoist technique.
Because he himself also has the secret to practice this Taoist technique.
This technique was obtained from Nie Ping, a real person from Dongzhou!
At that time, when Jiaolong first came into being and his reputation spread, Nie Ping was a straggler and had no information. He only heard about the Dongsheng Dynasty, but he did not know that the Dongsheng Dynasty was where Jusheng Mountain was located. He was inspired by the Jiaolong and set foot in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain in an attempt to capture Jiaolong.
In the end, Zhuang Ming used a dragon to fight, and took advantage of the Feng Shui of Qianlong Villa to kill it with all his strength.
When Nie Ping was defeated at that time, he used the technique of burning the heart with fire.
After Nie Ping's death, his golden elixir was swallowed by the dragon, and his energy and blood melted into the pool and were refined by Lu He, Bai Qing, Yueyang, Liu He and others to strengthen his body.
After Nie Ping's death, all his belongings were in Zhuang Ming's hands. The inner fire burning Tao technique left behind became a Tao technique in Zhuang Ming's hands. However, he rarely had the chance to use it when he was at the end of his rope.
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Although Zhuang Ming has never used this technique, it is undeniable that this technique is really good.
At that time, Nie Ping's cultivation level was not too high in the Golden elixir level, but he was able to use this technique to elevate his abilities to a higher level. He was once ranked among the top 100 in the list of outstanding people. Later, his age exceeded the number of Jiazi, and he was
He was removed from the list of outstanding people, but his reputation is still not small.
"How come this heart-burning Tao technique is here?"
Zhuang Ming's expression was full of surprise.
He also knew that this magic was not created by Nie Ping, and he even had no way of knowing where Nie Ping got it.
But this should be a secret technique in Dongzhou. Why is there actually a technique of burning the heart with fire in this world?
Because he has this technique, he can also see that this is not a similar method, but the exact same method!
Zhuang Ming quietly watched the old man's skills improve, but did not interrupt his Heart Fire Burning Technique.
But after a moment of surprise, I felt relieved and didn't find it incredible or unbelievable.
After all, things have already appeared before your eyes.
After all, Zhuang Ming himself also came to this world from Dongzhou.
So, is there anything strange about a martial art that has been spread so far?
But when he saw a familiar method, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked and even more curious.
He vaguely felt that this matter was extremely strange and must contain endless secrets.
"This Purple Smoke Temple really gave me a big surprise."
Zhuang Ming chuckled lightly, lowered the master of Ziyan Temple with his left hand, and concentrated his Taoist skills with his right hand, ready to go.
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The technique of burning the heart with fire works without any hindrance.
The old man's remaining three to five years of life were burned out almost instantly.
As a peak Zhenxuan, he has clearly realized that his lifespan is less than half an hour.
But this is enough.
With such powerful energy and blood, his body has been vaguely restored to his prime.
Even his magic power, due to the recovery of his physical body and the strength of his body, was not hindered by the dryness of his meridians. His magic power was flowing smoothly and smoothly, and was no longer stagnant.
With a single movement of his hands and feet, his magical power is unleashed instantly, and his Taoist skills are created instantly.
"It's not a loss to exchange the remaining three or five years of my life for half an hour of peak prosperity."
The old man was thinking like this, and the light in his eyes seemed very bright.
Now he has returned to the prime of his youth, although he knows in his heart that his current state is like a flashback and he is unable to continue.
But he no longer needs successors.
As long as the current situation is strong enough to face the enemy, that's enough.
"Young man, you are so talented that I have only seen it in my life."
The old man reached into his arms and took out a fly whisk. When he turned his left hand, it was a long sword. He took a step forward and said coldly: "Since I have reached the realm of Zhenxuan, I have never been in such an embarrassing situation. I didn't expect that.
, I have lived a life of glory and happiness, but when I get old, I was deceived by you. Today, I will spend the rest of my life to kill you and wash away the shame!"
He no longer considered where the young man in front of him came from.
He no longer considered why the young man in front of him had so many extremely powerful and mysterious Taoist skills.
He knew clearly in his heart that the more he thought about, the less he could focus and the less he could win.
So there was only one thought left in his mind.
Fight with all your strength and kill the opponent!
As for what clues can be found from the other party's legacy afterwards, it all depends on how capable his direct disciple is.
Leave the things behind you to those in the future.
In the present, he only has to do the present things.
So he stood up with his sword and slashed at Zhuang Ming!
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"It's really much stronger."
Zhuang Ming's expression became slightly more solemn.
The old man just now could be said to be the weakest Nine Seals of Zhenxuan he had ever seen.
But the old man in front of him may be able to stand side by side with Yang Zhenhe, the leader of Tianxian Sect.
Yang Zhenhe is good at deduction and not good at fighting, but among the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan, he is ranked in the middle, not too weak.
Facing the power of that sword, Zhuang Ming raised his hand.
"Thunder!"
He still held down the Master of Ziyan Temple with his left hand, but used his right hand to use Taoism to greet him.
This Taoist technique is no longer a sword technique, it is Yimu Qinglong Divine Thunder!
A brand new Taoist technique that is fused with the dragon clan's thunder power and the sixth brother's Yimu Qingdi Divine Thunder!
For a true dragon, it is a natural magical power, just like instinct, it can spit out the food when it opens its mouth.
But this magical power comes from the mouth of a real dragon, emerges from the Dantian, passes along the meridians, and appears from the acupoints in his hands, which is the same as performing Taoist magic!
Loud noise!
Thunder!
The sword energy suddenly collapsed!
The old man's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "Another mysterious method that is comparable to my Ziyan Temple Zhenshan Taoist technique?"
He was quite shocked and even more solemn.
The master of Ziyan Temple, who was suppressed by the God-detaining Forbidden Technique, was even more shocked to the extreme.
Every time this Taixu Taoist makes a move, the techniques he uses are exquisite and beyond the scope of the Taoism in this world.
Who is this person?
Before the shock of the master of Ziyan Temple dissipated, he saw Zhuang Ming pressing him with his left hand, as if holding him, and took the initiative to greet him. As he waved his right hand, thunder rose and his sword radiated.
The old man has used the art of burning the heart with fire to regain his prime.
Perhaps when it comes to magical power, he is only half as weak as Taoist Taixu in front of him.
But in terms of Taoism, it's not on the same level at all.
"The magic of the Purple Smoke Temple doesn't seem to be very good."
Zhuang Ming secretly thought something strange, but he didn't stop and pressed the old man everywhere.
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"When I returned to my prime, I was still unable to defeat this unknown person?"
The old man's heart was filled with an unspeakable feeling of depression.
I thought I was weaker than the other party because of my old age.
However, when it returned to its full glory, it was still suppressed.
But with a flash of Zhuang Ming's sword, it passed over his cheek and tore off half of his flesh and blood.
Red blood spurted into his eyes.
Immediately, the old man's blood boiled in his heart, and his eyes were filled with red light.
He seemed to be stimulated by the blood energy. He was a little flustered just now, but now his heart actually felt a little hot.
For the old man, if he loses this battle, he will die in battle.
If you can win this battle, you will definitely die.
No matter what, for him, it was the result of death in battle.
So he no longer avoided it, because he was bound to die, and he no longer feared death.
Because he is not afraid, he is extremely brave.
"Come! Since death is certain, let's fight vigorously."
The old man raised his sword and stood up, his eyes were cold, and he said secretly: "It is better for us practitioners to die in a fight than to run out of life, fall on the sick bed, and die in a cave!"
This may be his best destination!
No more worries, just move forward without hesitation.
His sword gave birth to flames.
The flame turned into a lotus.
The red land is thousands of miles away.
The world is twisted!
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"Guiyuan Zong Nanming Lihuo Sword Jue?"
The shock in Zhuang Ming's eyes reappeared again.
The last time he saw this sword technique was when Jiaolong had just begun to mature. Because he killed the Beiyuan Sea Demon King, he was intercepted by Guiyuan Sect's Minghuo Sword Baili, and Baili used it.
In the end, he defeated Bai Li and became famous in the list of outstanding people, thus showing his fame in the blessed land of Heaven.
But how did the Nanming Lihuo Sword Art come out from this old man?
It's easy to say that it's a technique that can set fire to the heart.
There is another Nanming Lihuo Sword Technique.
What's so weird about this?
Zhuang Ming's heart was slightly shaken and he no longer dared to be careless.
The reason why he suppressed the old man just now was because the old man's method was really not strong enough and he could not show the posture that a peak Zhenxuan should have.
But the Nanming Lihuo Sword Technique is the secret of Guiyuan Sect that has not been passed down.
After being used by the great monk of Zhenxuan Nine Seal, it is more than a hundred times stronger than the golden elixir level real person Baili of Minghuo Sword back then?
This sword is already extremely powerful, even if it is placed in Dongzhou, not many peak Zhenxuan are willing to face it head-on.
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"Master, this sword is enough to kill any peak Zhenxuan in the world!"
The master of Ziyan Temple was so excited that he almost held his breath.
However, at this moment, he felt relaxed all over.
This continuously reinforced "cage" seems to have cut off the source of mana.
This was because Zhuang Ming's left hand finally let go of him.
But it was still difficult for him to break free from this prison for a moment.
He could only watch the scene ahead.
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Zhuang Ming no longer fights enemies with one hand.
The old man in front of him, relying on the art of Heart Fire Burning Dao, returned to his prime, and attacked with the Nanmingli Fire Sword Art, which really put pressure on Zhuang Ming.
Therefore, Zhuang Ming released the restraint technique on his left hand, combined his hands, and faced the enemy with all his strength.
Flames filled the air before my eyes, covering the sky and burning the earth.
The lotus condensed by the flames covered this place and closed up.
"This sword determines victory or defeat."
Zhuang Ming gave a salute and said seriously: "The name of this sword will last forever!"
He put his hands together and activated his magic power. In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky.
This sword cuts straight through the sky, revealing its edge and shocking the world.
Then the sword energy rushed into the sky and slashed down vertically.
The lotus suddenly shattered and turned into two halves in an instant.
Victory and defeat are decided in an instant.
The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.
Then he opened his mouth slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the look in his eyes dimmed.
Then, his whole body trembled and he fell on his back.
Nanming Lihuo, who lost control, suddenly dispersed.
And the old man was also in the flames.
"Destroy!"
Zhuang Ming looked calm and just flicked his finger.
In an instant, the storm was thundering.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the rain poured down.
The flames all over the sky disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The weather was calm, as usual.
Chapter completed!