At this moment, Mu Yi was in a desperate situation, and he would firmly grasp any life-saving straw.
Ever since he started practicing the unknown boxing technique, Mu Yi didn't know the origin of this boxing technique. He didn't even have a name. He asked the old Taoist about it at first, but he was dismissed by the old Taoist. However, when he thought about it now, he seemed to remember it.
The old Taoist once said something to himself.
He said that this boxing technique should not have a name. He did not understand it at the time and gradually forgot about it later. If he had not been in this situation now, I am afraid he would not have remembered this sentence.
What does it mean that it shouldn’t have a name? If it’s just a set of simple, ordinary foundation-building boxing techniques, wouldn’t it be enough to just pick a name casually? You know, the old Tao was in its heyday, but it condensed the existence of the Tao seed, but it was left behind later
Just gave it to Mu Yi.
And would such a strong man say such meaningless words? Should he not have a name, or should he not have a name?
As soon as he thought of it, Mu Yi stood up. Although after a year of torture, even his cultivation had declined, but his strong physique did not have much problem. Even after he had just vented his anger, he was still full of strength.
Although he hasn't practiced it for a long time, this unknown boxing technique has already penetrated into his bones, like instinct, and he can never forget it.
Moreover, what Mu Yi was fighting at the moment was the most primitive one, which was taught to him by the old Taoist at the beginning, rather than the nameless boxing technique that he later changed to himself with some changes.
The first time, there was no change, but Mu Yi did not give up, but did it again and again, seemingly without end.
Crazy thoughts came again, and there seemed to be no hope for the Wuming Boxing Technique. However, Mu Yi still did not give up. He resisted this madness with his terrifying will while continuing to practice boxing. At this moment, he had a vague intuition in his heart.
.
If he wants to get out alive, perhaps this boxing method is his only hope, so he will not give up in order to survive.
As time passed, Mu Yi's face became ferocious again, his eyes showing endless madness, but in the madness, there was still a trace of persistence, which was the persistence of the Wuming Boxing Technique. If even this Wuming Boxing Technique didn't work,
Then let him be completely destroyed in this boxing technique.
The instinct of the body made Mu Yi uninterrupted even if he was filled with crazy thoughts at this moment, even if he was already unconscious. However, there were some things that even instinct could not resist, such as the crazy thoughts.
But in the end he was lost again and once again chose to vent.
"Failed again?"
Lying on the stone platform, after gradually waking up, Mu Yi couldn't help but talk to himself.
"No, it seems that I lasted a little longer this time." Then, Mu Yi dragged his tired body to get up. As long as the effect was verified, it was enough for him. He even ignored his body, got up directly, and started again.
Start boxing.
For Mu Yi, this is no longer self-abuse, but a contest, a contest between life and death, a contest between oneself and oneself, and in this contest, only will is the most important. At this time
, Mu Yi is waiting, waiting for the day when his will will change.
He no longer thinks about the outcome. It is nothing more than death. If he is no longer afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of?
At this moment, Mu Yi seemed to be on the verge of life and death. There was no more distracting thoughts in his mind. He could only box with all his heart. His eyes and body gradually emitted a ray of light, which was the light of will.
This brilliance seemed insignificant at first, but as time went by, it continued to grow stronger. This was Mu Yi's belief.
Failure, failure, failure.
In the blink of an eye, two full years have passed since Mu Yi arrived here. This has far exceeded his previous limit, and even he did not expect it at the beginning.
As for his cultivation, as he expected, he had already retreated to the first round of perfection, and was even continuing to retreat, but Mu Yi didn't care at all. At this moment, his whole body was like a sun, constantly lighting up this space, even if there was no
With the Destruction Eye open, he has already seen everything here clearly. The light is the brilliance of will.
Moreover, Mu Yi looked extremely thin, as if he was skinny and bones. He was still constantly performing unknown boxing techniques. He looked like an ordinary person practicing boxing. There was nothing clever about it, but if you look carefully, you will see that it is slow.
Slowly moved, because each of his punches was the ultimate expression of his will, even with a trace of indelible charm in it, as if it were eternity.
"Two years."
The outside world is still at the top of the temple, the Holy Lord said in an inexplicable tone, but compared with a year ago, there is a little more hope in his eyes at this moment. Although it is impossible to know the situation inside, but whether Mu Yi
He is still alive but he knows it very well.
At this moment, Mu Yi is alive, and this is enough.
That place is actually a desperate place, a destination with no turning back. Over the years, too many people have been buried, and no one has ever come out of it.
Among these people, it is extremely rare to be able to last for a year, even rare, and there are only three who can last for a year and a half, and it has never happened for two years, and Mu Yi is the first.
"Perhaps he can really come out of there." Even with the Holy Lord's state of mind, this meeting slowly started to make waves.
"There's still one year left." The middle-aged man said still indifferently, but when he turned around, the indifference in his eyes seemed to have melted away, and there was a hint of relief.
"Yes, there is still one year, and it is also the most important year." The Holy Lord nodded suddenly, "As long as he can come out, it will be a gamble on the foundation accumulated by the human race for countless years, and I will let him take that step."
"Have you decided?" The middle-aged man looked at the Holy Lord in surprise.
"Isn't this exactly what you want?" The Holy Lord smiled slightly.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.
At this moment, Mu Yi knew everything that was happening in the outside world. In fact, when the radiance of his will was enough to illuminate this space, he vaguely understood that the crazy intention could no longer stop him. He relied on his own
The power won.
But at this moment, a transformation was taking place in his sea of consciousness. An inexplicable thing was slowly being nurtured. It was just intuition, Mu Yi said in detail. Once that thing was completely nurtured, it would be earth-shattering.
Although Mu Yi's body is still punching continuously, his consciousness has entered a state similar to Nirvana and rebirth. It can be said that what is punching at this moment is just an unconscious shell.