A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and its gleaming moonlight spreads all over the world, covering the boundless land with a thin silver gauze, making everything hazy.
August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is a beautiful festival for family reunion, but near Kunlun Mountain, countless people appear in the mountains and fields facing the bright moonlight.
Just because they know that tonight, a shocking battle will inevitably happen. As cultivators, whether they are Taoists or well-informed martial arts people, they all have the greatest expectations for this battle.
Especially those in the martial arts world. Ever since they learned that the almost invincible war king claimed to be a strong martial artist, these practitioners of ordinary martial arts have been looking forward to Yan Ling's appearance.
Unlike ascetics who have a complete inheritance, the path of cultivation of martial arts people almost comes to an end when they become a great master, and a great master of martial arts can only reach the realm of refining qi and becoming a god at best.
Once their cultivation reaches the level of a grand master, martial arts practitioners have only two choices. One is to make no further progress in this life, and the other is to enter the Tao by chance and cease to be a martial arts practitioner.
This has been the case since the birth of martial arts.
Only now, with the appearance of the King of War, have countless martial arts people in the world seen a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope that they can still gain the power to dominate the world without giving up martial arts!
Compared with the enthusiasm of martial arts people for Yan Ling, the attitude of other cultivators towards Yan Ling is more complicated.
Among these cultivators, some hope that Yan Ling's challenge will be successful, allowing them to go to Kunlun as the ancestral home of the Taoist sect, but it is not invincible; others hope that Kunlun will show its strength, suppress Yan Ling, an overseas lax cultivator, and defend the majesty of the Taoist sect in the Central Plains.
But no matter what these people were thinking, Yan Ling remained unmoved. He walked around the world step by step according to his own rhythm, achieving martial arts fame in battle after battle, and absorbing the wisdom of the sages in each library.
"Yan Ling, an overseas loose cultivator, came to Kunlun for a visit. I hope that the master of Kunlun will not hesitate to teach me!"
When the full moon shines with its most brilliant light, the towering Kunlun Mountains and countless practitioners near the Kunlun Mountains all recall a mighty sound in their ears.
This voice is calm and domineering, it is calm and unhurried with profound foundation, it is domineering and invincible in the world!
Although no one has seen Yan Ling yet, a figure with a domineering and calm attitude appeared in the minds of everyone who heard his voice.
"The King of War has appeared!"
"It is indeed an almost invincible existence, but with just one voice, we can no longer resist at all. If we really face this war king, I wonder if we will have the courage to take action!"
"The King of War is here, what will Kunlun Mountain say? Will he stay behind closed doors?"
"I have thought too much. Kunlun Mountain is the ancestral palace of Taoism. It is the ancestral court of Taoism. I don't know how many immortals and heavenly kings have appeared. Its profound foundation is far beyond the comparison of other sects. Although the War King is strong, he is not strong enough to defeat Kunlun."
Mountains are so afraid!"
Just as countless people were talking about it, a voice came from the towering Kunlun Mountain: "The arrival of the King of War can be said to make Kunlun Pengpi shine brightly. Don't take the advice seriously, let's just learn from each other!"
If Yan Ling's voice was calm and domineering, then the voice coming from the Kunlun Mountains was ethereal, as if an immortal had descended into the world, and contained an air of immortality.
The mere existence of this voice made countless practitioners subconsciously sigh: "Kunlun Mountain is indeed the ancestral home of Taoism!"
"I wonder who you are?"
Yan Ling's tall body appeared in the sky, shrouded in the bright moonlight, like a god or a demon.
"Zhen Xuanzi of Kunlun Yuxu Palace will learn the magical power of the King of War tonight!"
The ethereal and fairy-like voice suddenly became fierce, and his tone became a little more popular, as if he had changed from an illusory fairy to a real ascetic.
"I'm about to see the supreme Taoism of the Taoist ancestral court, please!"
Yan Ling raised his brows, with a very expectant expression on his face. His eyes were like lightning, and his divine light flashed, waiting for Zhen Xuanzi to use the divine channel method.
"I'm not polite, please be careful!"
Zhen Xuanzi was not polite, and his true body jumped out from the majestic Kunshan Mountain, like a dragon emerging from the sea, with great momentum, and instantly tore a huge hole under Yan Ling's momentum.
"Please also ask the King of War to receive Pindao's jade-clear fairy light!"
As soon as Zhenxuanzi finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a bright fairy light suddenly rose up. Even the extremely bright moonlight could not compare with this fairy light.
call out!
A subtle sound broke through the air, and the jade fairy light still disappeared into the dark world, and then appeared in front of Yan Ling, as if it appeared from the most ancient time and space, with the most ancient aura emerging above the fairy light.
Yuxu Immortal Technique is known as the source of all laws, and all Taoist laws in the world can find its shadow in Yuxu Immortal Technique, while Yuxu Immortal Technique's light is a fairy light condensed by the practitioners of Yuxu Immortal Technique, which contains extremely mysterious
The power of Yuxu Dharma is naturally self-evident.
"The Yuxu Immortal Technique really deserves its reputation!"
Yan Ling felt the wash of time in this jade-like immortal light that exuded an ancient aura, as if it was being assimilated by the mighty ancient time.
"But if you want to take me down with just a ray of fairy light, you are underestimating me!"
As the energy and blood trembled, Yan Ling's tall body also exuded a wild aura. This aura was equally ancient and was definitely not under the Yuxu Immortal Light.
With the pure Yang Qi and blood surging, a stream of energy smoke suddenly collided with the Yuxu fairy light. The two equally ancient auras consumed each other, but no one could do anything to the other.
"The inheritance of this war king seems to have a great background!"
Seeing this, Zhen Xuanzi was shocked. Although Yuxu Immortal Light was not invincible, Yan Ling's methods were beyond his expectation.
He thought that Yan Ling would use incomparable power to forcibly break the Yuxu Immortal Light, but he never thought that Yan Ling had the ancient aura to fight against the Yuxu Immortal Light.
Being able to have such an aura is enough to prove that Yan Ling's inheritance must be as ancient as Yuxu Palace.
But any such ancient inheritance is almost earth-shattering, and Zhen Xuanzi's heart naturally cannot calm down.
Zira!
But now is not the time to think about the origin of Yan Ling's inheritance. Seeing that Yuxu's fairy light cannot have any effect, Zhenxuanzi's seal moved, and thunder suddenly appeared under the bright night sky.
"Yu Xu Divine Thunder!"
The thunder method has brilliant heavenly power, and almost all dharma lines have the inheritance of thunder method. The Yuxu Immortal Method, which is the source of all methods, is naturally no exception.
Yuxu Divine Thunder is a terrifying thunder method among Yuxu Immortal Magic. Under the divine thunder, everything will return to ruins. Everything will be transformed into its original existence, and then dissipate into the invisible.
Of course Yan Ling felt the terror of the Yuxu Divine Thunder. The divine thunders that suddenly appeared from the void almost wiped out all living things, repeating the divine power of heaven and earth.
With such a terrifying divine thunder, even Yan Ling did not dare to try it easily. His mind changed and his tall figure suddenly became blurry.
However, what surprised Yan Ling was that no matter how his figure changed, Yuxu Divine Thunder still rushed towards the place where his true body was, and seemed to have locked it. No matter how far he fled to the end of the world, he still could not escape from the Divine Thunder.