Niu Qing'an and Lang Benhuang were stunned. They stared at their hooves and claws for a long time, then silently walked to the corner of the mountain. Their hearts twitched for a while, then they slowly closed their eyes and stopped caring about the outside world.
At this moment, they realized that compared with the human race, they were really more than one level behind.
If not, he would not have fallen into Wu Ming's trap step by step, or in other words, he would have exposed his psychological flaws early and been lured into the trap step by step.
Although they only occupied a corner, when the two barbarian emperors sat cross-legged and their minds gradually stabilized, all that was left was happiness.
In terms of strength, Emperor Jingzhe was far superior to them. In terms of status, Tuoba Hong and Shentu Wuji were not inferior, but the three emperors were already dead.
Leaving them behind, even though Wu Ming had the intention of showing kindness to Niu Barbarian and Wolf Barbarian and blocking the barbarian tribe's mouth, this opportunity to gain enlightenment was a real benefit.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
At the same time, the shouts of the other seven people came to my ears. Not only did I not feel harsh, but it was extremely pleasant and relaxing, and it was indescribably relaxing.
Soon, Li Donghu, Suimiao, and Xuanqing were defeated one after another, leaving only Wu Ming, Long Kui, and Song Yang!
"Humph, I am proficient in easy calculations. You will definitely lose!"
Song Yang shook his fist triumphantly.
Facts have also proved its strength. After all, nine people played the game and six were eliminated.
But the facts proved that reality was cruel after all. No matter what he did, Long Kui and Wu Ming made the same gesture, and with a little effort, they squeezed Song Yang out of the finals.
"I don't accept it. Did you guys agree to cheat?"
Song Yang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping three feet high.
But the two of them were too lazy to pay attention and pretended to make a few gestures. As expected, Wu Ming won.
At this time, even the other people who were suspicious, even though they still felt that something was wrong, had to restrain their minds.
The long river of the holy path and the opportunity of enlightenment are the best blessings in the world. No one will give up easily!
And with their strength, if there is a spiritual sound transmission between the two, they will definitely sense it. If one person cannot sense it, how can everyone not notice it?
But even if everyone breaks their heads, they still won't understand that Long Kui is his external incarnation and will naturally act according to his instructions. As long as he makes the same gesture a few times from beginning to end, he will not be completely invincible.
But at least it's far above the others.
And his luck has always been good, so naturally he can stand at the end.
"You guys are cruel!"
Song Yang looked at the two of them gloomily, then obediently walked to the position closest to the top of the mountain, still muttering in a low voice angrily, "It shouldn't be, our ancestors have already figured it out this time, so it should be me!"
Wu Ming laughed secretly, climbed to the top calmly, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Boom!
The war has ceased, leaving only the long river of the Holy Road that is as bright as a rainbow, tumbling endlessly, reflecting the black earth, adding a bit of vitality and brilliance.
"Let's get started!"
After a moment and a half, the nine people all opened their eyes. Wu Ming looked at each other, nodded slightly, then closed his eyes again, and took out the starting position of "Xiantian Kung" in his hand.
"Huh?"
Song Yang looked clearly from the side, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hands, which was very similar to the hand technique, but the movement trajectory was slightly different.
However, there are thousands of techniques in the world, and what Song Yang has cultivated is the complete and supreme secret technique of the Sutra. Even in the eyes of the world, it is a first-class secret technique of the Sutra, and the inner movement of the true energy is by no means ordinary and comparable.
Even if some exercises are similar to them, it doesn't matter. After all, many exercises in the world have evolved from the true scriptures.
The remaining seven people are either standing or sitting, like a cow, Qingguan is lying on the ground, like a real wild bull, but the wolf is running like a king, but it is looking up to the sky and roaring, like a wolf swallowing the moon!
Buzz!
Invisible mysterious fluctuations surged out of Xifeng's self-disciplined body first, like a sharp sword light rising through the air and going straight into the long river of the holy way. It was the true meaning of his martial arts that transcended the state of perfection, and channeled his own will into it.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Ming, Sui Miao, Xuan Qing, and nine invisible light pillars submerged into the long river of the holy way, causing ripples inside, like the bottom of a strange and bizarre lake, filled with mystery.
Soon, a halo of light flashed above Lu Xifeng's head, gradually solidified, and disappeared in an instant. However, his whole body's will became more solid and sharp, and his whole person was like a divine sword unsheathed.
Cut through the sky.
What is condensed in the long river of the holy way is the remaining martial arts will of the strong men of all races who died here. Only with enough perseverance to withstand the temptation of thousands of complex and profound martial arts wills, and to find the understanding that suits you, can you gain something.
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But this is only the first step, because someone else’s way is ultimately someone else’s. If you are addicted to it and cannot extricate yourself, even if you fully accept it, the path will still be limited and the future will be bleak.
I don't know how long it took, Lu Xifeng's sword intent suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to have changed into a different person. From the beginning when the magic weapon was unsheathed and the edge was pressed in, to the end, no sword intent was revealed at all.
"Thousands of calamities, I will kill them all with one sword!"
Lu Xifeng suddenly stood up and without looking at anyone else, he swept down the mountain and quickly disappeared without a trace.
"Haha, if the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. All I have to do is play in the world and protect the beauty... Uh, there is someone faster than me?"
Song Yang woke up for the second time, pinched his waist and laughed proudly. Suddenly he saw the empty seat next to him, his smile froze immediately, and he glanced at everyone with a lack of interest. Finally, he paused briefly at Wu Ming and shook his folding fan.
, flew away.
"Hmph, the karma of the underworld has opened the door to hell again. Mother, don't worry, the child will definitely go straight to the Nine Netherworlds, because..."
Suimiao woke up faintly, gray karma flashed in her eyes, the aura around her body increased more than twice as much, and the sack behind her was rising and falling, as if something sinister was about to burst out of the sack.
As the three people left, the long river of the Holy Path seemed to grow more than a level higher, and the three gaps that were originally flickering were gradually closed.
Boom boom!
Soon, two rainbow-like blood energy soared into the sky, and Niu Qinggan and Lang Ben woke up almost indiscriminately. Their blood energy was violent and surging like waves, which was a sign of breaking through.
The two of them were worthy of being the most talented and powerful men in the barbarian tribe. They suppressed this impulse, glanced at Wu Ming for the last time, and plundered down the mountain peak together. They didn't know where they went.
"The flesh and bones of living and dead people, I use my demon body to transform into a bell doctor!"
An emerald green halo appeared all over Li Donghu, transforming into a Taoist robe, like soft armor. His ferocious face became slightly softer, and even the towering top of his head was reduced to three points, making him look more and more like an unusually tall person.
"No matter what your conspiracy is, if you cut off the cause and effect one day, it will be the time for me, Li Donghu, to become a human again!"
After taking a deep look at Long Kui and Wu Ming, Li Donghu flew down the mountain top.
"Taisu Zhengfa, all evils are warded off! The inheritance of the Immortal Palace will never be interrupted!"
Xuanqing stood with his sword in his arms, the fly whisk in his hand shining brightly, like a goddess descending to earth, flying down the mountain, walking very freely, as if she had no nostalgia behind her.
But he walked very quickly, as if he was escaping from something, which is unknown!
On the top of the empty mountain, there are only two figures, or rather one person!
"You can't come up!"
After an unknown amount of time, Long Kui's tall figure suddenly stood up and looked down at the tall figure slowly approaching at the foot of the mountain. It was a man with an armored face who had left and returned.
"Who are you anyway?"
The armor-faced man looked up at Long Kui with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see through it, but he was full of doubts, "Even a saint cannot be truly selfless, but you are willing to give up such a great opportunity and are willing to protect others!
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"Leave or die!"
Long Kui said calmly.
"Very good, when he wakes up, pass a message for me!"
The armor-faced man's eyes moved slightly, fell on the motionless Wu Ming and said, "From now on, he is the target of the Holy Cult!"
Long Kui was silent and just looked at the armor-faced man indifferently.
"pity!"
The armor-faced man narrowed his eyes and turned to leave.
"Could it be him?"
Long Kui watched him leave until he could no longer see his figure, but still did not look back. After a long time, he slowly shook his head and said, "Forget it, let me worry about such troublesome things!"
Under the long river of the Holy Road, Wu Ming sat alone, as if he had forgotten everything and was immersed in it. No one knew that he was going through a transformation!
Long Kui glanced at Wu Ming as if he was aware of it, and shook his head slightly without saying a word.
Although he is an incarnation, it can be seen that Wu Ming is him, but he is not Wu Ming, and his knowledge and thoughts cannot be exactly the same as the real person.
But through the connection between his mind and his mind, he could still sense a subtle change. To him, it seemed like a vague understanding, like seeing flowers in the mist.
"I see!"
The sun and moon flashed in Long Kui's eyes, he smiled slightly, glanced around, sat cross-legged again, and began to comprehend silently.
At this time, Wu Ming's own will, driven by the true meaning of martial arts, was completely submerged in the long river of the holy way. It was like a slideshow, and it was as if he was watching a horse and watching flowers.
But all the images convey a very real idea, that is, this road is extremely wide!
Anyone else, even Wu Ming, would still be able to feel his own longing, but no matter how much light and shadow passes by, there won't be much nostalgia.
It was the fighting form of the fallen people during their lifetime. It has survived to this day under the evolution of the mighty power of heaven and earth. It also has its own distracting thoughts. The powerful ones are even comparable to inner demons. Even those with a strong will can find it difficult to restrain them.
After all, the wish of every martial artist is to become stronger!
These lights and shadows represent their path, the smooth roads paved by their predecessors. Now they are listed in front of Wu Ming, as if countless stunning beauties are waving their hands, putting on various sultry postures and shouting - Choose me, choose me.
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In particular, the most powerful light and shadow can even change its form, just like the whisper of a demon, reaching the depths of Wu Ming's mind, causing him to waver and stabilize his mind again and again.
For the fallen strong men, this is their unwillingness to regret it. They hope that someone can inherit the legacy and go further.
For Wu Ming, it was an experience and a mental journey!
"The big waves wash away the sand, bravely stand on the tide and dare to be the first!"
Wu Ming kept his mind tight and moved forward bravely. After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly opened up, as if he had arrived at a vast starry sky!
No one knew that there was a broader world behind the long river of the holy way.
ps: Pay off the debt in advance. I am so busy at the end of the year that I really don’t have time to save more articles. Now I just come across a recommendation. I will update it three times this week. Thank you for your support. Thank you, Mu Chen!