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Chapter 1590 Invincible

There are three thousand avenues, all leading to the highest level!

This is the ultimate principle recognized by everyone in the cultivation world. In fact, there is no strong or weak way in the Tao, only the people who practice it.

But for the human race in China, there are three major mainstreams. The righteous path is headed by Taoism and Buddha, while demons have become evil and are not recognized by the righteous path and have been suppressed all the time.

Throughout the ages, talented warriors are like crucian carp crossing a river. It is not that no one practices multiple martial arts at the same time, but there are very few who can set foot on the holy path, let alone practice all three martial arts at the same time!

But now, such a person appears, right in front of him.

But it feels like there is a big stone stuck in the heart. What is completely unacceptable is that such a person... actually became a demon!

An unparalleled genius, unprecedented and unprecedented!

The huge and majestic yin-yang fish, exuding supreme mysterious power, is like the sun rising into the sky, shining for eternity, making people dizzy and covering up the brilliance of everyone.

In the face of such an existence, who dares to call himself a genius?

"Hahaha, I never thought that I would see Brother Wu's true face today. His extraordinary appearance is unparalleled. Even if he dies here in this battle, there will be no regrets!"

Xiao Baiyi looked up to the sky and smiled, and suddenly pulled out a gleaming sword. When others were frightened by Wu Ming's momentum, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards Wu Ming with his sword. He was so heroic!

Some people are like this. They would rather compete with countless geniuses in an era than walk alone on the road!

Even if a figure appears that people can only look up to catch up with, at least the road ahead is no longer confusing.

"Ha, as it is with humans, demons, and devils, today's battle will be enough to be famous throughout the ages, and will be commented upon by future generations!"

A long roar pierced the sky, and a figure dressed in official clothes but unusually free and easy was seen, holding a scroll and a writing brush, singing loudly.

Sima Rui, the genius of the historian family, the direct grandson of the contemporary Grand Historian!

This person whose reputation is not obvious, who is silently recording everything in every corner, who is low-key and inconspicuous, almost forgettable, has revealed his shocking secret skills as a historian.

However, when looking at a volume of historical records, it is not a gorgeous rhetoric. When it is unfolded, the few words of simple records turn into countless lights and shadows, sweeping towards the Yin and Yang fish like a long river.

Even though the Tai Chi Diagram is unparalleled in mysteries and has unfathomable power, it is on the verge of collapse under the sweep of this long river of history!

"The swan song of the historian, the rhymeless Li Sao!"

Wu Ming's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all. He said calmly, "I never thought that today I would see the way of the long river of history, which is indeed magical and extraordinary!"

"Well, well, well, what a historian's swansong, a rhymeless rhyme, I will die today without any regrets!"

Sima Rui's eyes shone, he laughed knowingly, and the brush in his hand was like a green-edge Wu hook.

With every stroke of the pen, a figure appeared in the long river of history, killing Wu Ming. It was Wu Ming from a different period, but the power he showed was almost as strong as Wu Ming now.

The historian’s supreme secret technique has a long history and illuminates the past and present!

With this hand alone, the strength he showed is not inferior to any of the most famous geniuses of all races in China in the world, and he is the most outstanding existence among them.

"Amitabha, it's so good. We said goodbye that day, but I never thought that I would end the cause and effect today!"

Shen Xiu proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his unparalleled handsome face was full of compassion for heaven and earth, but there was also a hint of human suffering. He reached out with a palm, ten thousand Buddhas chanted, and golden lotuses descended from the sky.

The supreme supernatural power of Buddhism holds the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your hand to save all sentient beings!

In this secret art, all evil spirits and heretics are suppressed, and there is no way to escape, and there is no way to escape.

Jingle bell bell!

The clear and melodious ringtone resounds through the void, a roll of red gauze floats in the world of mortals, and thousands of celestial beings descend into the underworld!

But seeing the graceful fairy, like a fairy walking in the mortal world, singing and dancing, but showing off her beauty without any scruples, stretching her graceful waist in the smoke-like red gauze tent, she is unparalleled in charm!

The unparalleled magic dance of magic!

"I have known you for ten years, and I can see your true face. I will dance with the devil to cheer you up!"

The peerless dancer, who is coquettish but not kitsch, light and beautiful but also reveals endless charm, shows off her beauty to the fullest. I don’t know if she is talking to Wu Ming or just being her true self.

Huiyue Shenni, the direct descendant of Tongjing Bodhisattva, has mastered the supreme knowledge of magic to such a high level that the world has discovered that she is the exquisite goddess Lan Xinsu!

This is her true face!

Xiao Baiyi's Emperor's Sword suppresses the void, Sima Rui's long history brings order to chaos, the Buddha's kingdom is held in the palm of Shenxiu's hands, eliminating demonic thoughts, and Lan Xinsu's dance of the devil is breathtaking.

The four supreme skills were unleashed in the hands of the four supreme geniuses and half-saints, each showing their peerless style, which corresponded to all aspects of Wu Ming.

Although it was the first time they had joined forces to fight against the enemy, they showed an unparalleled tacit understanding and the coordination was so wonderful that they could grasp all the gaps in Wu Ming's martial arts almost in an instant.

Even if there are no gaps to find, with the extreme talents of the four people, they can still peek through and find the flaws.

Facing the four of them, Wu Ming, even though he was still unrivaled in bravery, still showed signs of fatigue.

When manpower was limited, even though Wu Ming had a peerless figure and cultivated the three paths simultaneously, he ultimately failed to integrate the three paths into one. It was indeed a supreme path, but it was also full of thorns and ups and downs.

The four of them were fighting alone, and they were absolutely no match for Wu Ming, who was letting his hands and feet go.

But the power of joining forces is not simply one plus one, but a multiplication of power.

On that day, Wu Ming and Xiao Baiyi clashed with each other with their own martial arts. Even the Wang family's veteran semi-saint was killed by the mighty power of heaven and earth, leaving no trace of his body. The power of the five people fighting now is even more powerful than that day. It is conceivable that

You know how dangerous it is.

In fact, none of the five people had the ability to kill that person, and even desperate efforts had a glimmer of hope.

But as long as there are more than two people fighting, the mighty power of heaven and earth aroused will undergo a qualitative change, let alone five people.

At this time, I am afraid that even the false saints will not be able to intervene, unless they are saints!

But looking at the depths of nothingness, where the turbulent flow of space is, the aftermath of the battle between saints is nothing more than that!

Wu Ming still did not retreat at all, nor did he use the holy sword. Even if he was struck by Xiao Baiyi's Emperor's Sword, or by Sima Rui's own aura figure captured from the long river of history, or even by Shenxiu's palm, he was hit by

Crucially, Lan Xinsu's devilish dance stimulated her mind.

This is the path he has chosen. Whether it yields rich and sweet fruits or poisonous fruits that seal his throat with blood, he must swallow it himself!

Invincible appearance!

Even though he was as proud as Zhao Shuhang, looking at the figures fighting with the four people, a touch of bitterness came to his heart. His palms were pricked by nails and blood flowed across them, as if he didn't realize it.

I can’t help but ask myself, is it wrong?

If you are right, you can create such a ‘monster’, what will it do to the world?

But if you are wrong, and you follow the will of the saints, you abandon your original intention, and even do it in spite of yourself, what are the things you did?

Everyone was amazed and shocked, even numb. Even the saints looked at him sideways during the battle.

In particular, when Wu Ming was originally showing signs of decline, he became more and more courageous as he fought. From attacking less and defending more, he gradually became more steady and steady, and his strength became more and more mellow until he firmly gained the upper hand.

Only then did I realize that this man really had unimaginable fighting instincts, and he actually used the four top geniuses to hone himself!

For the first time in front of the world, Wu Ming, who has cultivated the three paths at the same time, made people see his invincible appearance more and more!

"Hahaha, so happy!"

Wu Ming suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. Although his hair was disheveled and he looked embarrassed, he was full of endless pride.

The expressions of the four people changed drastically, and there was a hint of strangeness in their solemnity, but they still did not hold back at all and attacked Wu Ming with all their strength.

"It's over!"

Wu Ming flashed to the left and right, and transformed into thousands of bodies. The shadows of his palms flew around, and the yin and yang Tai Chi seals transformed from the three martial arts of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon turned into rounds of light and shadow.

The Emperor's Sword standing on the ceiling was shaken and scattered, the long river of history flowed backwards, the Buddha's kingdom collapsed in the palm of his hand, and the phantom of the demon was dim.

Being in heaven and earth, there are rules. The emperor cannot determine the radius!

Holding the world in hand, thinking about eternity, the long history has nothing to do!

I am determined, I will not be surprised when the sky falls, my mind is self-aware, it is difficult for gods and Buddhas, and it is like bones in the world of mortals!

This is Wu Ming’s martial arts!

The four of them retreated sadly, clearly sensing Wu Ming's will. If they continued to fight, they would really be divided between life and death!

Zheng!

At this moment, a ray of sword light appeared silently, flashing past Wu Ming's back and neck, bringing out a frightening light of blood, and even more white bones could be seen.

Click!

Wu Ming flipped his hand and the sword broke. The figure vomited blood and flew backwards, half kneeling on the ground a hundred feet away.

call out!

Immediately afterwards, another sword struck across his chest, leaving deep visible bone wounds, but he was still slapped away with a palm.

The cold sword light reappeared, as ethereal as an immortal, as it flashed past Wu Ming's ribs, bringing with it a huge rain of blood, and a beautiful shadow staggered out.

This was not the end, there were more extremely powerful attacks one after another, hitting Wu Ming again and again, leaving Wu Ming covered in blood and extremely embarrassed.

Everyone was a little confused as to why Wu Ming, who had shown his invincibility just now, was so easily attacked now!

What was particularly terrifying was that one of the clumsy giant coffins broke through his palm and hit him hard on the forehead. Blood spattered and he staggered.

"Huhu..."

Wu Ming took a few breaths, his eyes were tired, but his pale cheeks were full of smiles. He looked at his former acquaintances and said, "It's really difficult for you. This holy painting is so troublesome, is this all you have?

?”

"Hey, my sword is upright, but today I did such a despicable thing, I can't help it!"

Lu Xifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, casually dropped the broken sword and retreated in despair.

"Hehe, what you did is a bad idea, isn't this the same for me? This guy is too cruel!"

Song Yang covered his shoulders and coughed up blood, but he smiled happily.

"Let me give you a ride!"

Xuan Qing's pretty face turned pale, she pursed her red lips tightly, holding the sword and saying nothing.

"Don't be angry, I'm just here for the fun of it!"

Wu rubbed his hands, a look of fear on his round face.

"Why do you insist on becoming a demon? Humans can't do it. Why don't you go with your sister and not get involved in this troublesome thing?"

Miao slapped him staggeringly and said to Wu Ming worriedly.

"It seems I can't wake you up!"

Suimiao stroked the ancient coffin and said with a cold face, "I will burn you completely with the Yinming Fire. Once you are dead, you won't have to worry about it anymore!"

"Brother Wu..."

The eyes of the three saintly girls were extremely complicated. All the previous agreements were voided as Wu Ming fell into the devil!


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