Chapter 19 Heaven and Earth are not worthy of being my teacher
Three days flew by. On the first day, I had a hot pot meal, visited the old director, helped the orphanage solve its troubles, and helped raise two million in donations.
The next day I spent the whole day in the hotel having fun.
On the third day, I went to the orphanage to say goodbye to the old director, then went to the mall and bought a lot of audio-visual products, DVD players, and game consoles to take back to the underworld to pass the time.
"Beep! Time has come for Yunyou to return to the human world. Now we start to return. Countdown: thirty, twenty-nine..."
Seeing the endless netherworld again, Xue Wusuan glanced at the backpack of discs he had brought back to Wudao Yama Palace and burst into tears. He forgot that there was no electricity here!
He was so depressed that his brain ached, but there was nothing he could do. At this moment, Xue Wusuan's heart skipped a beat, and the next second he disappeared from his chair again. Also disappearing was the man who was bragging and spanking outside the Yama Hall.
Ten ghosts.
When he appeared again, he was surrounded by vast whiteness, and he was actually on top of a towering snow-capped mountain. In front of him was a majestic building complex leaning up the mountain, so scattered that it was hard to imagine how it was built on such a snowy peak.
"Welcome, sir!"
The familiar voice belonged to Sikong Xuan. However, Sikong Xuan's appearance at this time was quite miserable. He was covered in blood, and his hands and feet were lying on the ground in a strange posture. He was obviously disabled. His chest was collapsed and his sternum was broken.
How much? His face was pale, and there were white bubbles on his lips. He looked like he was not far away from death. Fortunately, he could still shout so loudly.
There is also a long sword on Sikong Xuan's neck. The person holding the sword is a young woman. She is wearing a long turquoise dress. She looks thin and does not know whether she is cold or not. There are three other women in the same dress, with long skirts of different colors.
, yellow, blue, orange.
The most eye-catching thing is the old woman sitting in the middle on a grand master's chair. Her white-haired childlike face has a certain power about her.
After looking around, Xue Wusuan was surprised to find that except for himself and Sikong Xuan, all the people in the room were women.
"Sir, this is the Vulture Palace!"
Sikong Xuan shouted again, immediately clearing all Xue Wusuan's doubts.
"Lingjiu Palace? In this case, isn't that old woman the Tianshan Tonglao? Aren't those four young women in different colors the four maids of "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum"?
Good! It’s a good place!
He immediately wanted to understand why Sikong Xuan was so miserable before he called his name. He wanted to bring him to Lingjiu Palace. It saved him a lot of effort. After all, the accuracy of transmission through the system is within ten miles, and in this snow-capped mountain
It’s still hard to find a continuous place.
"Sikong Xuan, you have found a good place. Yes, I am very satisfied!" As he said this, he opened the folding fan in his hand and walked slowly towards Sikong Xuan.
"Stop! Who are you!" "Plum" in Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, wearing an orange dress, shouted sweetly with a long sword in front of her.
"You are not worthy to ask who I am, let alone know."
"Be bold! Capture this person!"
Mei, with a shout, the women in white around them flew up, trying to capture Xue Wusuan. And looking at the battle formation, they also knew how to use a combined attack. Six people shot at the same time, but it seemed like a dozen people.
Got dazzled.
"Hey, there's inner strength coming to my door again."
Xue Wusuan was not polite. He used the full-level Lingbo to move slightly, transforming into a ghost, and the figures shuttled between them. Within a moment, most of the internal energy of the six women was sucked away, and they fell to the ground exhausted. They had no strength to stand up again.
"Not bad! Twenty-five years of internal strength and it's quite pure."
The full-level Beiming Divine Skill is a super plug-in. The absorption and transformation can be completed in just three or two breaths. The Beiming Qi in the Dantian is once again rich, reaching the internal strength thickness of fifty years.
"Boy! What you just used were Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Divine Technique?!"
As a third-generation descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect, Tianshan Tonglao has never practiced the Beiming Divine Art, but she has seen her senior brother Wu Yazi use it. She was deeply impressed. She recognized him at a glance. The shock is beyond words.
I was surprised and wondering: In this world, besides senior brother Wu Yazi, is there anyone who knows the Lingbo Weibu and Beiming magic skills? Is this weird "Master Yama" the apprentice of senior brother Wu Yazi?
Xue Wusuan snorted coldly. The sound was like a bell ringing in his ears. Except for Sikong Xuan who didn't seem to hear it at all, the rest of the people in the field were shaken inwardly. Those with lower martial arts were even shaken to the core.
He was vomiting blood. Even the Tianshan child grandmother felt the energy and blood in her body churning.
"Old witch, it's not a good habit to rely on your old age." As she spoke, she didn't stop walking and walked in front of Sikong Xuan. The eyes of the woman in green holding the sword were filled with fear. She wanted to retreat, but she found that no matter how hard she tried,
, my body felt like it was being held tightly by someone, unable to move at all.
Tianshan Child Elder also noticed the strange behavior of her maid, and she felt bad. She sat down on the imperial chair, rushed towards Xue Wusuan with lightning, and struck Xue Wusuan in the face with a palm. She didn't spare any effort.
"Is this a red envelope for inner strength?"
Xue Wusuan calmly raised his left hand and greeted him.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the two palms were locked in a stalemate for less than half a breath before they separated. Xue Wusuan did not move at all, but Tianshan Child Elder took five or six steps back before standing still, her face was ashen.
Xue Wusuan secretly laughed in his heart: I have a Yama body, meridians, and Dantian. The strength of my physical body is far beyond that of ordinary people. Plus fifty years of Beiming Qi, how dare you fight me to death? Isn't this funny?
Compared to Xue Wusuan's game mentality, Tianshan's child's heart was filled with huge waves. The young man in front of him, who looked like he was twenty or thirty years old, actually had such deep and pure inner strength that it was incredible!
Under the palm, Tianshan Child Elder felt that although her total internal strength was greater than that of the other party, she did not have the upper hand in the competition. What was even more frightening was that the other party's Beiming Divine Art had reached an unknown state, but with just one touch, she was defeated.
It sucked away five years of internal energy. If she hadn't seen the opportunity and fought hard to break away the opponent's suction, she might have been caught by now.
After repelling the Tianshan Child Elder, he walked up to Sikong Xuan and slapped away the "Zhu'er" who had been secretly restrained by the ten ghosts. Then he held his hands and looked at Sikong Xuan who was limp in front of him like mud.
"My subordinates have done many unfavorable things, please punish me severely!"
Xue Wusuan pointed a finger at the top of Sikong Xuan's head. Through the system, he spent 20 soul points to restore and remove all the injuries and poisons on Sikong Xuan's body. Then he said: "Okay, just show your merit. That's right.
Why are you so pitiful? Get up and stay behind."
With one finger, in just a moment, Sikong Xuan, who was seriously injured, poisoned and dying just now, was healed like this?
This move was not an ordinary one at all! Except for Sikong Xuan, who was prepared in his heart and would not be stunned, everyone in the Lingjiu Palace, including the Tianshan Child Elder, were all dumbfounded and could not believe their own eyes.
Such means! Is this really possible?
Xue Wusuan started to shake his fan again, looked around, and said to the Tianshan Child Elder with a smile: "I heard that your Lingjiu Palace was originally the gate of Xiaoyao Sect. I guess many martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect are hidden here, right?
"
The Tianshan Child Elder said in a deep voice: "You know the Xiaoyao Sect, and they know the Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu, so they should be inseparable from my Xiaoyao Sect, right? Who is your master?"
Xue Wusuan laughed loudly, the sound resounding in all directions, and a vast evil spirit rose from his body, covering the entire Tianshan Mountain in an instant! Everyone seemed to be pulled into another world at once, their whole bodies were stiff, and their eyes were all filled with inexplicable horror.
Just listen to Xue Wusuan say: "Master? There is no one in this world who is qualified to be my master. Who among your Xiaoyao sect is qualified?"