Huge waves soared into the sky, like dragons overturning the sea, or like the sky and the earth falling apart. With the roar, clouds and mist surged wildly from both sides of the river, covering the front and forming a rainbow-like arch.
The waves came one after another, like carps vying for the top, swarming in, but they were not trying to rush through the arch, but they were surrounding Wu Ming, as if he were sending off a king.
Wu Ming's eyes were as clear as the moon, and the fierce sword energy all over his body suddenly dissipated, all gathered into his body, and turned into invisible little snakes, wandering in the flesh, bones, and even meridians.
Tsk!
As the fine muffled sound continued to surge, streaks of dark brown energy as thin as needle tips suddenly shot out from its body surface. As more and more dense energy surged out, the whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of strange black energy.
The fog exudes a fishy smell.
A wave came, but it no longer wanted to knock Wu Ming out of the water as before. It was like treating the most cherished treasure, gently brushing away the dust on it, so gentle that it was difficult to attach it.
"It's over!"
Wu Ming put his hands behind his back, stepped out like a leisurely stroll, and stepped into the gate of Yunwu Palace. The sound of the roaring waves of thousands of rivers could be heard behind him.
As soon as the eyes lit up, all the roaring disappeared, and a small rock-like island appeared at the feet. Not far away, a dozen young men and women from the Danshan clan looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. Their faces were rosy and fair, and they did not look like they were exhausted.
The big-looking Wu Ming had expressions of disbelief on his face.
Looking at the human race, no one is more familiar with the situation in this place than the Danshan clan. They have long memorized various records within the clan, but they have never thought that anyone would come in and out of this place as if they were visiting a garden.
Even the mountain giants, or to be precise, even the sky demon giants would not be so calm and calm without any loss. What about the promised hardening energy?
Only when a man and a woman saw Wu Ming, their expressions suddenly changed several times, their pupils shrank like needlepoints, and the aura around them became a little unstable.
These two people were also among the talented young men of the Danshan clan who had accompanied Song Pu to greet Shan Lao outside Heilong Ridge.
If we say that when we first met Wu Ming, he was a sword with a sharp edge that was ready to be drawn out of its sheath to kill the enemy and draw blood, but now he looked like an ordinary person, his energy and spirit were completely restrained, and there was no sharp edge at all.
At first glance, it is as gentle as jade, making you feel like you are bathed in the spring breeze. There is no discomfort at all between the faint smiles. It is as natural as uncarved jade, perfect!
“Amazing!”
Finally, after staring at Wu Ming for a long time, the man among them looked extremely ugly and uttered two words in a dry voice.
"Those who take action will die!"
What is shocking is that Wu Ming, who makes people feel like spring breeze and rain, speaks softly, but exudes unparalleled sharpness like a magic weapon, as cold as the cold wind, blowing through everyone's mind.
"Wu Ming, don't bully others too much!"
The leading young man's face darkened, his eyes were full of anger, and veins popped out on his fists, but he really didn't make a move.
He felt that with his own strength, which had defeated ordinary emperors, he would really die at the hands of Wu Ming. That decisive and domineering power came from the true meaning of martial arts that far surpassed anyone present and was infinitely close to that of a semi-saint.
of confidence!
The true meaning of the Twelve Martial Arts, Wu Ming has been in the realm of doing whatever he wants for many years, and has mastered at least seven or eight secrets. He is only one step away from being able to rely on his own martial arts cultivation to lay the foundation for martial arts to become a saint.
And this foundation is the ninth true meaning of martial arts - perfection!
Even Wu Ming himself did not expect that just practicing the Youlong Sword Technique across borders to the point where he wanted to do whatever he wanted would bring such a big change to himself.
To be precise, I haven't reached perfection yet, but I have already taken the final step. There is only one opportunity left.
In fact, he had a feeling that it was not an opportunity, but an invisible obstacle or shackles, and it was his cultivation that limited his breakthrough.
Seriously speaking, it is the container itself that cannot contain such great power, it can only be infinitely close!
At this time, Wu Ming's cultivation level was more than one step behind his opponent, but his martial arts level was enough to crush him. He was just like a half-grown boy holding a machine gun against several strong men holding swords and guns.
The difference is clear at a glance!
Wu Ming acted as if he hadn't heard anything, ignored the dozen or so peak masters who could challenge ordinary grandmasters in the outside world, and walked straight to the whirlpool behind the island.
"Don't let him go..."
Just as Wu Ming was about to enter, the direction he came from suddenly flashed with light, and a figure with extremely sluggish aura jumped out, but it was a young man who was standing in the mountain, one of the seven people who blocked the road before.
"Ah Po!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they quickly separated out a few people to support him, while the rest spread out vaguely, surrounding Wu Ming.
"He...he killed sixth brother, and...and...wuwu, fourth sister, fifth brother, you have to avenge them, the brothers died so miserably!"
The young man was out of breath and spoke intermittently, but he explained the matter clearly.
"court death!"
"Kill him!"
"We must not let him leave!"
Everyone was furious, their auras bulging around their bodies, and the surging energy and blood set off layers of invisible ripples, like an emperor, releasing pressure and covering Wu Ming, who had his back turned to everyone.
From the beginning to the end, Wu Ming did not turn around, or even quicken his pace to leave, he just stood there quietly.
"Don't be impulsive!"
The first woman suddenly stopped everyone, with a pair of bright eyes, staring at Wu Ming's back. Gradually, in his heart, the back grew infinitely, like a mountain crushing towards him.
The woman's face turned pale, she turned her head slightly to look at the leading man, and found that his face was also gloomy.
"Fourth sister, fifth brother!"
A tall young man said urgently.
"Let him go!"
The leading young man said in a harsh voice.
Everyone's expressions changed and they looked in disbelief, but no one dared to take action because the person who took action had already been stopped by two people with quick eyes and hands. At the same time, they realized that at some point, Wu Ming had already disappeared in front of them.
The traces made me feel horrified.
"Where the second and third brothers are..."
The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Then everyone suddenly realized, but the shock could not be concealed in their eyes. It turned out that the two of them really realized that even if they could stop Wu Ming with their combined efforts, they would definitely pay a heavy price, let alone
The probability is not high.
Rather than doing this, it would be better to let Wu Ming leave and let the two most outstanding people of the Danshan clan deal with him.
It's just that everyone's hearts are beating like a drum. Facing Wu Ming, who has already mastered the supernatural power, can his brother really do it?
…
The river is still roaring, the waves are turbulent, the wind and waves are rushing, one after another, but in Wu Ming's eyes at this time, there is no pressure at all, and he even enjoys the tempering of the invisible power contained in it.
"I wonder what's going on with Mopan now?"
As he walked around, Wu Ming frowned slightly and looked at his right wrist, where the yellow mountain shadow flickered.
The eighteen bends of the winding mountain are magical and extraordinary. Although it can accommodate existences of two levels, the master and the grand master, they are not separated as if they are in parallel spaces.
This is also the reason why Shan Lao is relieved that Wu Ming will enter this place. Otherwise, no matter how talented Wu Ming is, he will not be able to defeat the emperors of the tribes in the Xianbei Mountains and the Danshan clan with his current strength.
You must know that there are many peak emperors among them. Even if no one has gathered the holy path, they can easily crush him.
And Shan Lao and the Danshan clan, or in other words, it is an agreement with the temples. If someone from the mountain giant spirit clan can be the first to set foot on the top of the eighteen bends of the winding mountain, it means that the mountain giant has a genius to rise, and it is necessary to
The Wangwu ancestral land may have been the inheritance and treasure cultivation of the mountain giants among the Danshan clan.
In other words, as long as Wu Ming is the first to reach the top, he can help Shan Lao get back a treasure. He doesn't know what the treasure is, but he only knows that it is closely related to the mountain giant spirit that has lost its intelligence.
Along the way, Wu Ming seemed to be in no hurry, but in fact he was planning everything because Shan Lao had already searched the Black Dragon Ridge with his supreme power and determined that the Danshan clan had not been able to climb the mountain within a certain period of time.
The top person.
At least, not in the Grandmaster Realm, otherwise the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal would remind him.
But when Shan Lao wanted to investigate the existence within the first level of the Emperor, he was blocked by some kind of force. It was obviously an existence of the same level that took action, most likely Zhu Sheng.
The mission of Mopan is to prevent all beings who may reach the top. At least, no emperor can cross Wu Ming before he reaches the top.
"That's fine!"
Wu Ming thought about it silently, knowing that no matter how much he thought at this time, it would be useless. He suppressed all distracting thoughts in an instant and rushed straight towards the two unusually tall figures looming in the waves ahead.
"Second brother, let's go first!"
When Wu Ming approached, the two men also noticed his presence. One of them turned around resolutely, stepped directly on the wave, and attacked him from a distance.
Boom!
The waves that could pull an ordinary emperor into the bottom of the water suddenly collapsed the moment the man jumped up. The ripples around him, covered in powerful blood, were like a ferocious beast awakening and roaring to the sky.
"It is indeed extraordinary that there can be two existences comparable to Yu Chishang in the Danshan clan!"
Wu Ming walked forward on the waves without changing his speed, but he easily dodged the moment the opponent hit him with force.
Back in the Qianlong Abyss, Yuchi could still fight with him at the same level. However, at that time, Wu Ming had not yet completed the Wuji Dharma, his body had not yet been tempered to the limit, and he was not only one step away from reaching the state of transcendence.
Even though Yu Chishang has improved after breaking through to the Grand Master level, he is definitely not as good as the current Wu Ming. Such geniuses at the same level have already been greatly outclassed.
"Hmph, you dare to underestimate me?"
The young man shouted angrily, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes. Instead, he was full of solemnity and solemnity. He pressed his right hand fiercely in circles, and in a trance, a huge tree appeared across the ground, pressing between the two people with unparalleled balance.
“Carrying mountains and lifting emptiness!”
Wu Ming shook his head indifferently, staggered his feet slightly, stretched out his arms, and the phoenix spread its wings. It was swift and fierce yet agile and elegant, and it clapped its palms in the air with great grace.
With a loud roar, the giant tree broke apart, causing the waves on the river surface between the two people to surge. The man groaned and fell back, leaving dozens of dents on the river surface. A trace of red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was shocked to have suffered a lot.
internal injury.
Whoosh!
Wu Ming was in mid-air, leaving behind a series of afterimages, riding on the turbulent waves, rising and falling several times, catching up with another person hundreds of feet away, and shot out with a palm from afar. (To be continued)