"I don't know what my benefactor wants. As long as we can do it, we will definitely do it for you so that we can repay your benefactor's kindness." Although he was unwilling in his heart, Zuo Zimu still said with his hand, not wanting to offend him.
"You can really do anything for me?" Niuwu looked at them sharply and said.
"What do you want? Just tell me quickly. We'll do it for you. We won't owe you anything in the future." At this time, a stout man came out and shouted loudly.
Turning his head to look, Xuanwu narrowed his eyes slightly, but saw that everyone looked impatient, as if their kindness towards him was suddenly diluted.
In fact, just now, when he saw that Zhao Lin and others were trying to subdue these people by force, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be too naive before and tried to subdue them with kindness. Now it seems that it is really impossible.
The corner of his mouth curled up, revealing an evil arc. When Zuo Zimu looked at it, his heart suddenly suddenly surged, and a bad feeling came up, "I don't need you to do anything, I just want to ask you, what are you doing today?"
Did I save my life?" Xuwu said with a smile.
"You saved me, so what?" said the sturdy man.
"Since I saved you, then your lives are mine, yes or no", said the void.
"What?" The crowd was in an uproar, "Our lives are yours? Do you want us to work for you in the future?" The strong man immediately shouted loudly, as excitedly as a lion about to get angry.
Some of them didn't say anything, but frowned, as if thinking and considering, "Yes, you must obey me from now on, I will be your master," said Niwu unceremoniously.
He took a step forward and stamped on the ground. Huge internal force poured into the ground, causing the whole ground to shake violently. A wave of air spread out, and a strong wind hit his face, sweeping over everyone.
Everyone stopped immediately and did not dare to shout any more. They all looked at him with frightened expressions and did not dare to breathe. Seeing this, a look of satisfaction appeared on Xu Wu's face.
At this moment, the stout man yelled: "You are nainai, I will not obey your orders even if I die." This man is Peng Bao, the head of Pengjiazhai in Dali. As his name suggests, he has a very bad temper.
He has always been fearless, unruly and arrogant, and few people in the Dali martial arts world dare to provoke him.
Xianwu looked up, his eyes were like lightning, extremely sharp, as if there were two knives shooting out of his eyes, and his body swayed, back and forth, his right hand had already grabbed Peng Bao's neck, and pulled his whole body.
It was brought up.
Without even looking, a big hand was like a big mountain, pressing down Peng Bao's body bit by bit, with a powerful and terrifying force.
Peng Bao struggled to resist, with veins all over his body popping up. He tried to use up his energy to stop his body from falling, but he suddenly found that his inner strength was sucked away by a suction force.
Now he was terrified, and his body kept twisting and struggling, trying to get rid of that big hand. For any warrior, his inner strength was equivalent to their second life, and now his life was being ruthlessly deprived of him.
How to prevent him from being frightened.
Everyone saw him struggling and twisting, his eyes wide open, full of fear, his facial expression distorted, filled with horror and shock, and his body weakened little by little, and finally
It turned into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground.
Seeing this strange scene, everyone was stunned. They all felt difficulty breathing and felt incredible. Peng Bao was the master of Pengjiazhai. He was very good at martial arts and was famous in the Dali martial arts world. But now he was
The man pinched his neck and went limp.
Nihility's eyes were like lightning, scanning everyone. Everyone he looked at lowered their heads. No one dared to look at him. The eyes were as sharp as two sharp swords.
Everyone is in pain, but no one dares to fight against it.
"Does anyone have any objections now?" Xuwu said sharply.
Everyone trembled violently, lowered their heads, did not dare to speak, did not even dare to breathe, and were so trembling that they dared not have any opinions, so they had to bow their heads and obey orders.
Wu Wu looked around among the people with a stern expression, patrolling back and forth. At this moment, he felt a sense of life and death, powerful force, everyone present must respect him, and they will surrender under his feet.
, this is a kind of supreme power and power, which made him feel heroic.
Immediately he raised his head and roared loudly. The roar shook the mountains and fields, resounded through the night, spread in all directions, and swept across the sky and the earth. There was a majestic atmosphere in which I was the only one in the world.
The whistling stopped, and he glanced at everyone, his sharp eyes flashing with sternness. Zuo Zimu suddenly trembled, knelt down quickly, and respectfully said: "Greetings, my lord."
When everyone behind him saw this situation, they hesitated one by one, and then knelt down with the thump. For a moment, thump sounds came one after another, and everyone knelt down in front of nothingness and fell at his feet.
Like the stars over the moon, they said in unison: "Greetings to the Lord."
Seeing a group of Dali martial arts heroes kneeling down and bowing their heads to him, Niwu was deeply pleased. What he saw now were only these dozens of people, but behind these people there was a small or medium-sized force, combined together.
It is enough to set up a flag in this land of the south and declare the land as king.
The night was long, and the night passed very long. The moon was bright in the sky, and the moonlight was scattered, covering the entire dense forest. In this dark night, some people were happy, some were sad, and some people had complicated moods and mixed emotions.
Those martial arts heroes, who among them is not the leader of a sect or a sect, are all figures who respond to every call. But tonight, they all fell into the hands of the same person. That person was so young, compared to theirs
The son was still young, but the powerful force overwhelmed them and they couldn't breathe.
Xianwu sat cross-legged alone on a tall bluestone, with his eyes closed, bathed in the hazy moonlight. His body was dotted with light, exuding precious brilliance, solemn and sacred.
In tonight's battle, he absorbed the internal energy of two masters in succession, and just now he absorbed the internal energy of Peng Bao. Although the three of them are not considered to be the first-class masters in the world, especially Peng Bao, who has the most average skill, but the sum of little makes a lot.
The three small streams gathered together and became a big river, which was enough to rival 70% of his skill.
Adding so much skill out of thin air, although it feels like the whole body is full of power, abundant and almost inexhaustible, but in the process of using it, Niwu clearly feels a trace of stagnation, and the true energy is running in the meridians.
It's not as smooth as running water as usual, and it's even less possible to follow the movement of the mind and the energy.
At this moment, he was bathing in the bright moonlight, concentrating and calming down, letting go of everything, silently feeling the silence of the night, his heart melting into the heaven and earth, and his whole person became completely silent.
In this extremely quiet state, he felt the slow flow of true energy in his body. This feeling became clearer and more real. Finally, a diagram of the human body seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
The real energy is flowing.
Of course, this is not inner vision. At this time, he is not able to achieve that state. However, in this quiet state, his mood is extremely peaceful, his sensitivity is greatly improved, and the flow of true energy in his body seems to be in front of his eyes.
Let him understand clearly.
If the zhenqi in his body was a small pond at the beginning, the zhenqi now is an enlarged pond, but the water in the original pond was extremely pure and transparent, but the current pond is
Too many mottled and mixed things were mixed in, and it began to appear turbid and contaminated.
What Nothingness has to do now is to clear away the filth in this pond, restore it to its original clarity and transparency, and once again become the infinite power controlled by his mind.
The moonlight is like water, brilliance is scattered, and nothingness is bathed in it. It is sacred and noble. His whole body is relaxed, and every pore is slowly expanding, making the inside and outside gradually understand, like a bellows leaking air.
But in this leaky bellows, there is a hurricane blowing wildly at this moment. This hurricane is not a completely invisible storm. It is mixed with some debris, making it tangible.
The hurricane is furious, with meridians crisscrossing each other, just like ventilation ducts that exist between heaven and earth. The hurricane blows into them and travels along these ducts.
Outside, the hollow pores began to have weak wind blowing out. These winds were thin, dense, wisps, and imperceptible. Their colors were mottled and not pure.
The hurricane is flying and dancing like a giant dragon. Its body is spinning rapidly, dancing with the wind and clouds, crackling, the bones in the body are crackling, the meridians are beating, the blood is flying, the dragon is flying, causing wind and clouds, lightning and thunder.
In the distance, the martial arts warriors who were forced to surrender all turned their heads and looked this way when they heard the sound. However, when they saw nothingness, they were sitting cross-legged and motionless, but there were constant explosions in their bodies. The sound was muffled, and everyone who heard it was horrified.
Reveal a strange light.
Slowly, everyone saw that the purple robe of Nothingness was slowly swelling up. Air was produced from inside to hold it up. Black mist slowly evaporated out, lingering around his body. The night was hazy and the black mist was misty.
.
It made him look even more sinister and terrifying. At this moment, everyone was frightened, looking at his body sitting cross-legged in the black mist, tall and majestic, like a demon sitting at the gate of hell.
Zun, somewhere between the worlds of humans and demons.
Threads and threads, nothingness continuously circulates its internal energy according to the palace route of Beiming Divine Art and Yi Jin Jing, constantly purifying it, and by the way, it discharges the impurities in the body bit by bit, and then releases its own blood bit by bit.
The fusion makes it become real Qi instead of the weak fake Qi.
Through the purification of Beiming and the fusion of Yi Jin Jing, the two magical arts alternately operate and depend on each other. His internal energy is constantly being squeezed and extracted. The quantity is shrinking little by little, but the quality is improving little by little.