Fortunately, Yang Huang had a solid foundation in the Wutian Divine Art, and it only took a few days to practice the Wutian Divine Art to a point close to its peak! There are only two strands of the twisting power, and they can be controlled flexibly and freely.
Driven by these two strange twisting forces, when the lava waterfall fell on Yang Huang's raised palms, it seemed to be split in two by a big knife. The two waterfalls sometimes separated and fell to both sides.
Sometimes they bend upward at an impossible angle and then fly out; sometimes they circle around and fly outward.
"Boom! Boom!"
The lava waterfall that sold gold and molten iron and destroyed all things was now like a toy in Yang Huang's hand, being played with and manipulated by him in various ways. It was shot out from all directions in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.
The entire quiet underground world is characterized by unstable light and darkness and constant sounds due to the flying lava and fire flows.
"Huh? It's almost done. Let's see how the two become one."
When Yang Huang got excited about practicing, he suddenly muttered to himself, suddenly raised his hands up, and then moved his palms toward each other in a circle.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The lava waterfall seemed to be a piece of horse training, which was twisted and twisted under the influence of Yang Huang's hands. A series of twist lines appeared on its surface. It was like a horse training horse being moved by someone and turning on its own, which was spectacular.
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But if you look carefully, you can see that the twist patterns on the lava waterfall are in the same direction.
The two strange forces that were originally working independently were now merged into one. Surprisingly, they combined very well without any conflict, as if they were naturally one.
"very good!"
This result was beyond Yang Huang's expectation. With a smile on his lips, he suddenly put his hands together, and his strange power changed again.
"Boom! Boom!"
The lava waterfall, which was being twisted like a piece of cloth, suddenly paused for a moment, and then suddenly let go of the hand holding the cloth, and the twisting lines on it formed by the strange twisting force suddenly flew in the opposite direction.
A moment later, a violent explosion suddenly exploded violently from the lava waterfall.
It was like fireworks exploding in the sky, with countless streams of lava flying and shooting out in all directions. The gorgeous fire seemed to fill the entire underground cave, which was so beautiful.
As the fire stream flew, Yang Huang used the Thousand Miles of Wind Control technique, jumped upside down, and landed on the edge of the lava pool under the waterfall. Looking at the fireworks in the sky, he couldn't help but reveal a proud smile on his face.
"It seems that the eleven days of hard work were not in vain..."
While muttering to himself, Yang Huang's smile suddenly froze, and he slapped his forehead: "Yes, it's the eleventh day! Oops!"
Having said this, Yang Huang turned around suddenly and ran out quickly.
Since the opening of the Musashi Museum, where everyone can freely practice martial arts as they wish, the Wanshan ancestral land has been abuzz with excitement.
Now, except for the sect leader, there are no elders or senior brothers. Everyone is equal. Everyone wants to fight for a place for themselves after the battle of heaven. Therefore, everyone's enthusiasm is mobilized and full of practice.
of fanaticism.
It's mid-afternoon now.
As Yang Huang hurriedly passed through the mountain gate in the middle of the mountain, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
Quiet, quiet everywhere, quiet that shouldn't be there.
"Huh? Did something really happen?" Yang Huang couldn't help but feel his heart tightening. He mentioned the Wind Control Thousand Miles Technique again and rushed towards the Lianshan Palace.
"The time is almost up, please be patient! Don't move!"
In the distance, a sharp shout suddenly came.
Yang Huang couldn't help but paused and looked around intently, but the surroundings were empty and no one could be seen.
On weekdays, there are people everywhere here, and it is very lively, but today there is no one to be seen. Yang Huang has heard such a sound for a long time.
The sound was not loud, it sounded like it was coming from a distance.
It seems to be in the direction of Lianshan Palace.
"What happened?" Yang Huang's heartstrings tightened, and he leaned forward and ran quickly towards the Lianshan Palace.
After a short while, Lianshan Palace appeared in front.
"Um?"
Yang Huang suddenly stopped, flew to the side of a house, and quietly looked towards the direction of the main hall.
I saw that outside the main hall, it was dark and full of people, and it seemed that they were all the people from Lianshan Gate.
So many people gathered together, but it was completely silent, which was strange and desolate.
Outside the crowd at Lianshan Gate, there were four big men in black wandering around, each with their heads held high and their chests high, looking arrogant.
They seemed to be exuding invisible pressure, so that even the people in the mountain sect did not dare to raise their heads, and their eyes and faces were lowered.
What are the backgrounds of these men in black, so that they can frighten the entire Lianshanmen?
Yang Huang was surprised and noticed at the same time that there were at least fifteen or sixteen disciples of the Lianshan Sect with bruised noses and swollen faces, looking in a miserable state. He shuttled back and forth among the crowd, but did not find Shi Ming and Lan Jingyi.
"Maybe Jingyi girl is still practicing her Shadowless Killing Sword outside and hasn't come back..."
"Hey, two hours are up! Your sect master hasn't come back yet. It seems that he has shrank up." While Yang Huang was deep in thought, a sneer suddenly came from Lianshan Palace.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and thin man in black, who was as tall as a bamboo pole, walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back: "Then, the bloodshed will begin next."
"Master Cui, Master Cui, our sect master knows that today is the time to pay the monthly salary, he will definitely come back, he will definitely do it!"
At this time, one of the people in the Lianshan Gate shouted in panic: "Please wait a little longer, he will definitely come back." Yang Huang recognized this man and was appointed by him to be solely responsible for the mining of the Blood Jade Cave.
Yuan Biao.
At this moment, Yuan Biao had a scarlet scar on his forehead, his cheeks were pale, and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.
"Huh, I've given him two hours, but he still hasn't come back. This shows that his sincerity is very lacking." The man in black named Cui showed a cold smile, "I originally thought that this was the first time we were dealing with him.
Give him some face, so that cooperation may be more pleasant in the future, but what a pity!"
After this "What a pity", everyone in the mountain gate was shocked. They raised their heads one after another, their faces full of fear, as if they had heard some terrible news.
"Let's start with him!"
The man in black named Cui pointed at Yuan Biao coldly and said.
"Ah?" Yuan Biao was startled, and suddenly shrank back in fear, shouting: "No, no, you can't do this! The sect master will be back soon, no!"
Amidst the exclamations, a big man in black swayed and landed in front of Yuan Biao like a flying general. Then he jumped up, carrying him like a chicken, and jumped out from the crowd at Lianshan Gate.
This series of actions was extremely fast. When Yuan Biao was in Wutianhui, he was a second-class disciple, but in front of the opponent, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.