Chapter four hundred and eighty second heart unity
Boom Kaka!
The Lingtian Dragon Claw collided violently with the phantom of the giant monument. In the roaring bursts, the fierce energy surged wantonly, stirring up rolling sand and flying rocks, and large pieces of vegetation on both sides of the mountain road flew off. Peak 23S.
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The two figures stepped back together, and the rocky ground they stepped on was like a beating drum. Then there was a sharp roar, and they were entangled like lightning. The fierce and domineering moves were constantly changing under the hands of the two men, stirring up waves of roars.
A secret eldest son of the Iron Stele Sect, with a level of innate talent, possessing the unique knowledge of the Iron Stele Pavilion and the master of the Zhenyuan Monument Opening Monument, with every move he makes, he has the potential to crack the monument and crack the stone!
A genius with artistic conception, good both internally and externally, with unparalleled strength in his palm skills. He just relied on his unparalleled fighting instinct to fight with him evenly!
After a fierce fight of a hundred moves, there was no winner!
"This boy is so fierce in martial arts. He can actually resist the power of Master Nephew Qi's Five Qi Harmony to Zhenyuan and Open the Monument!"
In a large hall deep in the clouds and mist, seven or eight men, women, and children with different expressions looked at the formation light curtain in front of them, all with astonishment in their eyes.
"This martial arts master is so powerful that he can no longer be suppressed by ordinary innate power. I didn't expect that even Zhenyuan's power would not be a threat."
A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe exclaimed.
"Looking at the momentum of this boy, he has the intention to move forward bravely, build bridges when encountering water, and open mountains when encountering mountains. I am afraid that Master Nephew Qi will be defeated sooner or later!"
Another beautiful Taoist nun said worriedly.
"Hey, what has this young prince done since he returned to the capital has become more and more frustrating? The power of Zhen Yuan cannot be suppressed, and Master Nephew Qi has been defeated!"
A white-haired old man next to him smiled bitterly. He was the elder of Fengxiao Sect, Qu Tianlin!
"Even if my nephew, Master Qi, is defeated, he will still be sacrificing himself for those who are preparing for the war behind him!"
Another burly old man with a dark complexion.
"Brother Qiu, don't blame me!"
Qu Tianlin apologized and smiled.
This old man is dressed in iron-grey attire, which is exactly what the elder of Tibei Pavilion is wearing. His name is Qiu Tieping.
"Junior brother, don't be annoyed. My colleagues in Biyun Temple and Fengxiao Sect have no ill intentions!"
Beside him, an old man who looked like the old man next door said a few words to calm the grumpy elder of Tiebei Pavilion.
"That's what Brother Yu Qiong said!"
Everyone present seemed to respect this old man very much, and they all nodded in agreement.
It turns out that this old man is the great elder of Iron Bei Pavilion!
"Just be afraid. After Junior Nephew Qi's defeat, those juniors are no match for him. This guy has come with great momentum and his plans are not small!"
Someone spoke again, causing everyone to nod in agreement.
At their level of cultivation, even though they cannot get inspiration from whims and accidents, they can still vaguely sense some clues.
Wu Ming came with a fierce momentum, making it clear that he did not want to give up and could not be better!
Yu Qiong did not speak, but looked at the Taoist nun among the crowd, who was in her early twenties and had thick eyebrows like swords. She was Miaozhen!
"Qi Luan is defeated!"
Miaozhen glanced at the screen and said calmly.
Everyone's expressions were stunned, and their eyes could not hide the shock. It seemed they did not expect that Qi Luan would be defeated so quickly.
I saw a silhouette of a person flashing on the light screen. Qi Luan covered his right arm, vomiting blood and falling into the dust. His stunned look made all the elders feel pain in their hearts.
"His strength has improved again, and he should gain a lot in the spiritual realm!"
Miaozhen sighed.
The expressions of the elders tensed up, their temples twitched, and they felt incredible.
Generally speaking, it is extremely important to lay the foundation for a warrior. Many talented warriors are not outstanding before their innateness, but after breaking through their innateness, some even make leaps and bounds.
This is related to the improvement of the innate life level, which is closer to heaven and earth. Perception is much more important than ascetic practice, so there is the theory of artistic conception foundation.
But how long did it take Wu Ming?
More than a month ago, it was a bit reluctant to defeat Zhou Yong. Now even the sects of various sects are no match. Although they are human-level sects, they are confident that they will never lose to the true descendants of the earth-level sects.
The only possibility is to refine the five-color fire orchid and forge the destiny, and then open the destiny aperture!
"Isn't it possible? With the background of Prince Wu's palace, how can he open the sixth orifice?"
An old Taoist said with difficulty.
"Don't forget that one!"
Another old Taoist road.
The faces of all the elders turned dark, and they couldn't help but pick up any pot. But since they had provoked Wu Ming, they couldn't get rid of him!
"After all, it was our sect that was at fault in this matter. Please ask nephew Miaozhen to mediate between us!"
Yu Qiong was silent for a long time and then bowed.
"Senior, you don't have to be like this!"
Miaozhen didn't dare to accept the courtesy, so she smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid he won't!"
Everyone was helpless and annoyed. What was helpless was that the house was unclean. What was annoying was that Wu Ming had bullied others too much. They were even more troubled because after all, a life had been lost!
"Is there no other way?"
Letting them bow to an artistic conception warrior is actually more uncomfortable than killing them. They really can't afford to lose face.
"The poor man will ask for a favor from him!"
Miaozhen said in silence for a long time.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their faces showed joy, but most of them were filled with bitterness.
These words have three meanings. Miaozhen took on this matter and owed a favor. A person with such qualifications will never make a promise easily. This is the rhythm of taking the blame for the three major sects.
Secondly, it also shows dissatisfaction with the three major sects. In fact, they have gone too far and the matter cannot be eased.
The third one, saying it is asking for help, shows lack of confidence, and Wu Ming may not be willing to give up!
As he spoke, the situation in the light screen changed again. The person he was fighting with was a young Taoist nun wearing a moon-colored Taoist robe. Her sleeves were bulging like clouds. The wind was light and the clouds were light when she was waving. She was as chic as an immortal.
This woman had fought with Wu Ming for hundreds of moves. Different from the previous battles, this woman chose to fight with ease. At this time, she seemed to be able to do it with ease, which made everyone see a little hope.
Only Miaozhen and Yu Qiong secretly shook their heads.
"The flowing clouds and iron sleeves are soft yet strong. Junior nephew Chen Ning has already mastered three of them. Maybe..."
Qu Tianlin shook his head and commented, which made everyone look hopeful, and suddenly they all stiffened on the spot.
Only two figures were seen. Wu Ming was holding a robe with sleeves in his hand. He suddenly saw Taoist nun Chen Ning showing half of her white lotus-like jade arms and retreating with a blush on her face.
"This... do you still want to fight?"
Everyone was hesitant and at a loss.
"beat!"
Miaozhen stared at Wu Ming who was climbing up the stairs, and said loudly, "He wants to use the three sects' genius eldest son to hone the true meaning of martial arts, unite his mind and heart, and break through his innate nature. Give him this opportunity!"
"What?"
The elders suddenly changed their colors, instinctively disbelieving and feeling angry. Is this using the three geniuses as a stepping stone?
It’s not that I doubt Miaozhen’s vision, it’s really incredible, but Wu Ming’s behavior is both arrogant and audacious!
"This boy has an extraordinary ambition. If he doesn't have the courage, how can he achieve his innate talent? Since he has this ambition, what's the harm in achieving one or two things?"
Yu Qiong is cunning and cunning, and he obviously wants to use this as a gift.
Miaozhen shook his head in an incomprehensible way. Having reached this point, don't you know that it's hard to get off the tiger?
Wu Ming came with the general trend. Does he mean that there will be no war if there is no fight?
Soon, another young Taoist priest came to the battle and showed off a wonderful swordsmanship, which was also the secret skill of Biyun Temple - Biyun Traveling Immortal Sword!
This sword technique flows like clouds and mist, is agile yet magnificent, light yet powerful. When the young Taoist priest used it, he was really like a Taoist swordsman who traveled around the world, handsome and elegant, and extraordinary.
But when Wu Ming performed the ultimate flying dragon step, combined with the fierce and powerful technique of Qinglong Exploring Claw, although the clouds and mist could cover the body of the real dragon, it still could not block the body of the real dragon.
After barely holding on for three hundred moves, the sword was knocked away and he retreated in embarrassment.
All the elders looked at it in despair. The three eldest sons, even the youngest eldest son, were still the trump cards carefully cultivated by the two sects, and they were defeated just like that!
Moreover, he still failed as a stepping stone. If he didn’t see it with his own eyes, no one would believe him!
"Let the three of them come together!"
Just when the elders were preparing to discuss how to deal with Wu Ming who came up the mountain, Miaozhen suddenly said.
The elders almost cursed each other. If Miaozhen hadn't been an extraordinary person, some of them might have lost their composure and swore on the spot.
"Since we want to fulfill him, we must fulfill it to the end! He is angry in his heart. If the anger does not go smoothly, it will be difficult to handle this matter."
Miaozhen said calmly.
…
"Not enough!"
At the same time, Wu Ming looked up at the mist-shrouded sky, and sighed again. Then his eyes lit up, with a faint smile on his lips, and he stepped forward with firm eyes.
On the broad martial arts platform halfway up the mountain, three young heroes with complicated expressions looked at Wu Ming coming step by step, with anger, helplessness, wonder, humiliation, etc. in their eyes.
Once upon a time, as the eldest son, they all thought that if they were not invincible at the same level, they would at least have few opponents. However, they never imagined that they would be defeated by an artistic conception warrior.
What makes it even more difficult for them to accept is that there are still three people joining forces, but it is hard to disobey the master's orders, no matter how proud they are, they must comply.
"There is an expert in Biyun Temple. Could it be Miaozhen from Qingdu Temple?"
Wu Ming came with a faint smile, his gaze was calm, but deep down there was an indescribable determination, "But, so what if you see through it? My martial arts is to move forward bravely, overcome thorns and obstacles, and be united in mind!"
boom!
As soon as he thought of this, Wu Ming's momentum suddenly surged, like a volcano erupting across thousands of miles, like waves crashing on the shore, unchanging from ancient times, like a magic weapon unsheathed, cutting through the sky!
The three eldest disciples looked stern and shocked, but out of pride, no one took a step back to release their aura and collide with the surging and growing trend!
What shocked the elders who were watching was that the three eldest disciples, who had high hopes for them, took half a step back in an instant. Although they held on, it was not their martial arts realm, but their cultivation that forced them to hold on.
live!
Although the general trend of cultivation is different, the three of them joining forces are not a simple one plus one. It only shows that Wu Ming's own martial arts cultivation level is far higher than the three of them.
Miaozhen's beautiful eyes flashed with color, and she sat upright slightly.
"Please advise!"
Wu Ming bowed his hands in a gesture of calmness, as if he was not under any pressure.
"please!"
The three of them looked at each other and chose to take the lead.
At this moment, no one can retreat. This is a battle of honor. It is not only about the sect, but also about yourself. There is no room for luck, so you will go all out!
In an instant, a giant monument rose across the sky, clouds surged, and sword lights crisscrossed the sky, drowning Wu Ming's thin figure!