Chapter 382 Heaven and the world, I am the only one
The sun and moon have no light, and the divine voice is deafening.
Mountains and rivers disintegrated and were melted into ashes by the great light and heat of the supernatural power. Even though Ye Yuran and Dou Fang had laid out secret formations in advance to cover the world, they were already on the verge of falling apart under the aftermath of the bombardment.
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Dou Fang covered his broken arm in fear and looked at the white-clothed monk on the distant hill with blood and energy like a real dragon coiled around him, his body glowing with light, his eyes filled with astonishment.
No one thought that once this seemingly dull and even dull monk made a move, he would really be like a god and demon going crazy, dancing straight up to the ninth level of the sky, making it difficult to resist!
"You have cultivated the Pure Heaven human body all over!"
Ye Yuran, who was standing next to the stunned Dou Fang, whose whole body was charred and black, and who was hit by a lightning strike, laughed angrily and spat on the ground.
The body is equipped with seven major colors: fire, gold, green, red, yellow, white, yellow, and black. It has no dirt, no leakage, no purity, no longevity.
It is the sanctification of the body.
He is number one in body training!
"Wuwan Dou family, Shouwu Ye family..." On the hill, Wu Ming clasped his hands together: "Although I heard the teacher say that you and my family have always had enmity, I still didn't expect that I just came down from the mountain gate for the first time.
A benefactor came to intercept and kill me."
"You know us?"
"While I was talking to Miss Xiaoqiu, the two Tan Yues must have been eyeing me in Xuanxia Juli." Wu Ming shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't want to kill, but the teacher said that the sect of Beiwei is almost full of people.
People can be killed, but this is the only way to offend!"
"You think of me as—"
Dou Fang was furious, but before his roar could escape his lips, he had no chance to speak anymore. A bright fairy rainbow flew out from Wu Ming's palm, illuminating the whole world, sending out a dazzling and sad brilliance, towards the two of them.
The top of his head was chopped off.
Antarctic Fairy Light!
The distance of several hundred feet was only an inch away from the Antarctic Immortal Light. Dou Fang still maintained an angry posture with his eyes wide open, but his whole body was cut in half by the Immortal Light, and his body was broken into two pieces.
The innocent glazed body is harder than divine iron and more towering than Gao Yue, but it still falls apart under the full force of the Antarctic Immortal Light, as easily as a hot knife cuts through hot beeswax.
"seal up!"
A Buddha's voice stirred, and Wu Ming, who came from the void, shouted loudly. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed on his face as he slashed out the Antarctic Fairy Light with all his strength, but he still forced himself to keep his spirits up and continued to fight fast.
Ye Yuran, who was caught off guard, only had time to grab the upper half of Dou Fang's body before he was pushed back by the sound of Buddha's sound.
Countless white lotuses appeared out of thin air and wrapped tightly around Dou Fang's remaining lower body that was not grasped by Ye Yuran like vines.
In the astonished eyes of the two people, the white lotus gathered together to form a solid legal realm, containing eight dazzling characters "never lost, uprooted", tightly trapping Dou Fang's stumps that were fighting left and right.
Can't break free.
Immediately, there was no sound again...
Dou Fang stared blankly as his residual limbs were sealed for an instant, even his soul could not sense it. His blood could not help but cool down inch by inch, and his mind went blank.
"Antarctic Immortal Light, Vacuum White Lotus Dharma Realm... I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you are indeed the number one in 'perception' of Nanchan Sect! You have even learned the secret techniques of Daluo Island and Qingshen Temple!"
Beside him, Ye Yuran gritted his teeth and laughed: "Bet on my family's fortune, come on, I will fight you to the death today!"
Without any more words, the two of them rushed high into the sky at the same time. Without another unnecessary word, the clouds from a hundred miles gathered like tornadoes, but in just a moment, they were dispersed by the violent wind.
Bah!
Ye Yuran held a black-gold tiger-head euphorbia, stretched out his arms and cut through the void, slashing straight towards Wu Mingmen. His movements were so fast that it was unimaginable, but a misty golden light appeared, and the halberd body
It has lost its entity and is far beyond the reach of the eyes.
Wu Ming formed a Yuan Magnetic Seal with his hands, and did not force it hard. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and guided the violent and boundless force of the heavy halberd into the void, causing the clouds dozens of miles behind him to explode.
"upbraid!"
Ye Yuran recited the divine sound, which was said to be the first sound since the beginning of the world. It contained supreme power. He used the secret method of the Ye family to activate it, and it was even blessed on his body, and numerous haloes appeared behind his head.
He sneered and glanced at Wu Ming, who was clothed in pure light. With a sharp roar, he turned into a ray of divine light and charged away violently!
This was an indescribably fierce collision, like a raging divine punishment sent by God. It made people's ears buzz, and stars were everywhere in front of their eyes, making it almost impossible to see.
On the mound, only half of Dou Fang's body was left, staring at the battle in the sky in astonishment, his eyes extremely solemn.
The two people in the blue sky were almost like two humanoid dragons fighting fiercely in the galaxy. Every collision and every fist fight would cause the void to crack, releasing thousands of violent air waves that could tear apart gold and iron.
This is the ultimate confrontation in the Vajra realm. All kinds of magical powers and infinite Zen techniques are pouring out like rain towards the opponent, spreading out countless amounts of light and heat, enough to burn mountains and boil seas.
In this shocking violent confrontation, Dou Fang, who was struggling with his body, had no intention of participating. He was not only shocked by the rage of Ye Yuran, a wild man, but also shocked by the breadth of Wu Ming's knowledge.
Zen martial arts, Taoism, talisman arrays, armor and horses, thunder methods, soul exorcism, god refining... magical powers blossomed like flowers in his hands, with a different kind of pleasure, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
"Can you win?"
Dou Fang closed his eyes silently and took in his ideas, allowing the severed limbs to begin to regenerate and grind together.
In this encounter, they obviously underestimated ignorance and could not kill them in one battle.
Then it will only be them who die this time...
Less than half an hour later.
In the blue sky, Bai Shu's body moved three hundred feet sideways in an instant, avoiding the Feixian's blow struck by Ye Yuran using a halberd instead of a sword. He frowned slightly, sensed the remaining true energy in his body, and finally made up his mind.
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"I am the only one in heaven and under heaven..."
Wu Ming closed his mouth softly and suddenly spoke softly.
His body suddenly started to move, neither urgent nor slow, neither fast nor slow. The halberd lights that Ye Yuran blocked with his horizontal slashes were all bent and folded by an invisible field, making them unable to get close to him.
The void generates light.
In the pure courtyard planted with Salha flowers, by the pool with the towering Ashoka tree hanging down, in all these illusory scenery... The monk in white as snow had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were clear, and he walked seven steps in all directions,
Seven lotuses appeared under his feet, he raised his right hand and chanted a verse:
"I am the best in the world!"
The music in the sky is resounding, the hair is falling, the universe is bright, and all things are joyful.
Among the guards of Kowloon, Wu Ming spread his fingers flatly and pushed out a palm towards the astonished Ye Yuran, with an irresistible sense of fate.
In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who is supreme!
"Are you kidding me!" Ye Yuran roared angrily, and he smashed his heavy halberd with his palm, like a big star rising into the sky, rushing towards the vast light pushed out by Wu Ming.
Underground, Dou Fang also screamed wildly and slashed out a five-color Dao sword.
But all of this, no matter how crazy they are, is still like a mantis struggling with arms, but in the end they are powerless.
The bright light was like a tide. After Wu Ming calmly closed his fingers, two rag dolls, Ye Yuran and Dou Fangyu, flew violently for dozens of miles, collapsing many mountain barriers along the way, breaking bones and tendons. They were far away.
In the blue sky, ignorance descended and escaped with light.
His arms couldn't stop shaking in his sleeves, and his face was pale and almost colorless. It was obvious that that blow had exhausted all his strength, and even his flight was just barely possible.
"Amitabha." Wu Ming swallowed the blood in his mouth and reluctantly spoke: "Two donors, do you have anything to entrust to me?"
"It is hard to disobey the master's order, so I have to take action. Moreover, it was the two Tan Yue who started the fight first, so the poor monk can only offend." He clasped his hands together and said sincerely: "The poor monk will not take any of the relics from the two bodies.
If you have any other requests for those who will be sent back to the Northern Guard on your behalf, please speak to the poor monk."
Dou Fang smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, but Ye Yuran remained silent, and no expression could be seen from the bloody face.
Wu Ming raised his palms in front of his chest and did not urge him. He just moved his lips slightly, like Guanghui, and chanted the Karma Elimination Sutra before killing people.
"Can you send my body back to Beiwei?" After a long silence, Ye Yuran suddenly spoke.
"Okay." Wu Ming nodded.
"It's not Shouwu Ye's family, it's Xiaotang Village in Guanqi Town, Xixiang City." He struggled to raise his head: "Please send it to my mother."
In the distance, Dou Fang's eyes widened in astonishment. He suddenly remembered a bizarre rumor. Ye Yuran's biological mother was not from a noble family, but a peasant girl. As a child, he was despised by many because of this.
"My mother is already old. I ask the monk to be more gentle and don't make her too sad." A helpless smile appeared on the bloody face: "Please pretend that I slipped and fell to death."
"Don't Lao Tanyue know that the donor is a Taoist?"
"She is just an ordinary old mother. What does she know?" Ye Yuran laughed:
"She didn't even know that the man who took over her body back then was the head of the now wealthy Ye family. She was very careful to hide it from me, so that when I was a child, I always thought that my father was a loyal and honest farmer.
Unfortunately, he passed away due to cold and fever..."
Dou Fang stared blankly at Ye Yuran and Wu Ming. He didn't understand why they were still chattering at this time, and why the monk named Wu Ming seemed to suddenly become silent.
"Why didn't the donor tell Lao Tan Yue?" Wu Ming spoke softly, lowered his head and asked, "Does Lao Tan Yue know nothing?"
"Monk, you are still young and have never seen human kindness in your life." Among the devastation on the ground, Ye Yuran looked around with a bitter smile and shook his head: "The family is very dirty, and the world is not much better. My mother was raised in Xiaotang Village.
There are a group of chickens and ducks, and two big yellow dogs. There, under my protection, she can live without any worries until she dies."
"She won't want to know." Ye Yuran said, "My mother is very old, and I don't want to worry her anymore."
A few feet away, Wu Ming watched Ye Yuran lower his head, seemingly lost in thought.
He did not beg for mercy, nor did he make any threats at the top of his voice, bragging about his identity as the Shouwu Ye family in the hope of pardon.
It shouldn't be like this.
Killing shouldn't be like this.
Wu Ming thought of Ye Yuran's eyes just now and the way he talked about his mother, and his heart felt inexplicably sour.
He thought of Ye Yuran's mother, the old woman tremblingly carrying a rice sieve, surrounded by a group of quacking ducks at her feet, sitting under the smoke, waiting for him to come home. He had a mother waiting for him to come home.
, can I really raise my hand to kill him?
He shouldn't have thought about it, but he still thought about it inexplicably. Why, even Wu Ming himself couldn't explain clearly. He seemed to feel a pang in his heart when he heard the word mother, and it seemed that it was pity, pity for his first killing.
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In his mind, killing shouldn't be like this...
far away.
In the long silence, Dou Fang swallowed nervously, his throat dry.
He couldn't stand this silent and long time, like a sickle hanging above his head, slowly falling inch by inch. It was still far away from his neck, but everyone knew that it would always fall.
When Dou Fang could no longer remain silent and wanted to ask for a favor directly, the monk in white suddenly raised his head and spoke in a deep voice.
"I don't have to kill you."
Dou Fang was instantly ecstatic.
"But you can't escape the sin." Wu Ming continued: "I need to destroy the physical cultivation of the two donors to serve as a warning to others. I wonder if this is a good idea?"
Ye Yuran and Dou Fang glanced at each other at the same time, and each could see the joy and happiness of surviving the disaster in the other's eyes.
"Please be patient for a moment."
Wuming Namasala, when he walked in front of Ye Yuran, suddenly, the messenger jade pendant around Ye Yuran's waist flickered slightly, and suddenly, a charming female voice floated out.
"Maybe it's my lover in the brothel." In the slutty female voice, the three of them looked a little unnatural. Ye Yuran turned his face helplessly: "Monk, I..."
"The poor monk must have covered it up for the benefactor." Wu Ming lowered his head in embarrassment, and the moment he leaned over, Ye Yuran suddenly laughed.
wrong!
Dou Fang in the distance was horrified.
"I told you, monk, you are still too young."
Ye Yuran's figure on the ground suddenly disappeared, like an erratic phantom. In the electric light and flint, a faint shadow appeared behind Wu Ming, and the black light in his hand was evil and dazzling.
The cold light penetrated into his bones. After piercing the Soul-Destroying Nail into the Wuming Niwan Palace, Ye Yuran truly laughed out loud when he saw his face turn gray instantly.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you."
He wiped the blood off his face with a trace of undisguised joking:
"My mother, she fell into the water and died shortly after I was born!"
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Jiangnan, outside Fenyin City.
Flags were waving, countless ancient chariots stood in the forest, and their rumbles occupied half of the sky. Guarded by countless phoenix riders with gorgeous armors, the tall silver-armored man holding a jade squinted his eyes and sighed at the old man beside him.
"I thought that the so-called living creatures in the upper world were somehow extraordinary, but now I look at them, they are just mindless beasts. It is really a big sin to drag my uncle out of the mountain!"
"For the sake of the clan, you must not be too cautious." The old man shook his head: "But it is not appropriate to call him a barbaric beast. You see..."
He pointed at the staggering little figure on the ground with countless arrows stuck in his body, and said with a smile: "Xie Rong, you are still alive after being injured like this. This is not a savage beast."
The old man stretched out his hand and made a move. The Phoenix Rider behind him immediately bowed in understanding and respectfully presented a bright red-gold war spear with a phoenix pattern engraved on it.
"It's a human being..."
The old man threw the divine spear from the sky, turned into a beam of light, and pierced the chest of the little figure running for his life from dozens of miles away!
In the violent air waves and gravel, the little figure was coughing up blood. The countless arrows stuck in her body made her look like a hedgehog, so much so that she was helpless even when she knelt down.
"There is no such strong vitality..."
The old man clapped his hands and smiled, and kindly gave instructions to the Phoenix Riders around him:
"Break her limbs and lock her body and soul with trapping dragon nails.
Now, I want to bring her back to Changjin to ask for credit and reward!"
