Chapter 638 Dapeng spreads its wings, the new Martial Saint!
In the purple gold gourd, various colors are mixed, including gold and black, and where Yang Yu's thoughts are, it is the faint wisp of purple in it.
Innate destiny and acquired destiny may seem to be of the same color, but in fact they are not. There is a huge gap inside.
This is not the first time that Yang Yu has obtained the Purple Life. It is as precious as the 'natural martial luck', and the materials required are only three golden lives.
But he confessed that it would take thirty-two acquired golden lives to combine into one purple life!
Moreover, between deep and shallow, it must be done step by step, instead of just "light gold" like when he first combined the three innate golden lives.
It's as if there is an invisible force in the dark, preventing him from joining his destiny and changing his destiny...
"Destiny?"
Faintly, Yang Yu seemed to have touched something.
'He does not allow...'
The moment he thought of it, Yang Yu pressed this thought deeply into his heart, forced himself to divert his attention, and looked at his newly acquired purple life.
[Wizard of Heaven (Lavender)]
[Born in response to the great fortune, he was born as a momentary trend-setter, combining the fate of heaven, the earth's connections, and the influence of people, and was a genius that emerged once every hundred years.]
Compared with the innate golden destiny, this purple destiny that comes from gray seems to be quite satisfactory.
It was as if someone was telling him that even if you use all means, what you get the day after tomorrow is still not as good as what is given by nature...
With his chest rising and falling for a moment, Yang Yu changed his fate and removed the 'most human minister' that he had changed to himself.
At this moment, he no longer needs to be a servant...
【Yang Yu】
[Fate: Kuixing kicks and fights, taking the lead (stepping on the seven stars, you can see the fate)]
[Fate number: six purple, one gold, two red]
[Extreme leader enters destiny (lavender), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (lavender), Fusion of gold and body refining (lavender), Visitor from the sky (lavender), Innate martial luck (lavender), Heavenly genius (lavender)
, The entrance is wide open (light gold), Vajra is indestructible (dark red), Good luck comes (light red),]
[Status: Slightly injured]
[Supernatural power: second level of opening to the deep, second level of shaking the earth, first level of melting gold and refining the body]
"The Fate of the Six Purples!"
God's will favors you, and humanity favors you!
In Feng Shui and fortune telling, purple is also called the imperial color. A ray of purple on your body will definitely make you a very noble person.
Whether you practice martial arts or literature, be an official or do business, you will definitely stand out from tens of thousands of people and make a splash.
If you are blessed with great luck, you may not be able to turn clouds and rain, and be in charge of yin and yang.
In the past few years, I have seen people with high status, talents, martial arts backgrounds, etc., all of whom have a purple destiny.
But there are only one or two more. They are as strong as the True Word Taoist, and with the dignity of the Martial Saint, they can only combine the three purple lives.
At this moment, with the addition of the ‘Heavenly Genius’, Yang Yu already has six purple lives!
Phew~
It can't compare to the huge movement when he was born with martial arts. Perhaps it is the limitation of the acquired purple destiny, or maybe at this moment, his qualifications are not inferior to any of the geniuses.
With the addition of this purple life, he only felt a little clearer in his heart, but there were no immediate changes.
However, the reason why he met this destiny was not for the destiny itself, but for the possible destiny star kicking after seven destiny dates.
"We are only one away from seven purple lives..."
Yang Prison said to himself.
At this time, he did not know what fate meant, but vaguely, he felt that this fate was of great importance, but it seemed to be accompanied by great danger...
The latter was the reason why he was not too eager to collect the seven purple lives.
In fact, with the Book of Life and Death in hand, as long as he is willing to investigate one by one, he can even catch all the "nobles" with golden and purple fates among the hundreds of millions of people in the Northwest Road.
Burn tens of millions of people as firewood to change your destiny against the will of heaven.
but……
"When the entrance door is not opened, the feeling is extremely dangerous. Now that the entrance door is open, it is still unabated..."
Thinking about it in his mind, Yang Yu was still walking on the street. As his eyes moved, the already shriveled purple gold gourd seemed to be inflated.
Of course, what is absorbed is all gray energy.
Among them, there are naturally many negative fortunes such as 'unexpected death', 'premature death', 'unlucky years', 'family destruction', 'wife separation' and 'bad luck'.
In fact, even Qi Wensheng, who was in charge of city affairs, did not realize that since Yang Yu began to absorb fate, the number of people who died due to accidents in the northwest city had dropped by more than ten times.
And these negative fortunes finally converged into a purple-gold gourd. After five turns, a frighteningly dark fate emerged:
[Disaster to the nine tribes, leaving a legacy of infamy for thousands of years (black)]
"Master, are you going outside the city to refine the 'Grass Return Pill' again?"
Suddenly, a muffled voice came from the sleeves of the robe, and the ghost baby stuck half of its head out, its eyes full of hope and pleading:
"Yin Shou, give Yin Shou to me..."
"That's it for you."
Yang Prison did not refuse.
Three days have passed since the fateful Yunni. During these three days, he has naturally not been idle. Apart from chores, he has entered the Five Zang Guan recipe eight times.
However, the tombkeeper never left. Even though he tried to enter as a ginseng fruit several times, he failed to pick off the fruit and was knocked out of the illusion.
As a result, he only got two ginseng fruits from this refining.
"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"
The ghost baby was overjoyed and wished he could kowtow immediately to say thank you.
In terms of strength, he is only a kid, but in fact, he is already an old ghost. If he hadn't gained a lot of longevity by chance, he would have died long ago.
Even so, he didn't have much life left, so he was naturally overjoyed when he got the promise.
The midwinter has gone, and the distant mountains outside the city have become green. In front of the solitary grave, the vegetation is even more prosperous, and flowers are blooming.
Mr. Lin was sitting cross-legged, facing the tombstone. He had broken the precept and was drinking.
He heard Yang Yu's arrival, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He just poured wine one mouthful at a time, with a desolate look on his face.
"If a real person were here, I wouldn't want to see you like this."
Yang Yu sighed slightly.
The last time he was refining ginseng fruit in front of the grave, he vaguely noticed something with the help of Yin Shou, but he had to suppress it for the time being.
Lin Daoren has been adjusting his breath for many days, and his desire to make a breakthrough has reached an extreme level. At this moment, he is told that if he is disturbed, even if he does something wrong, he will go crazy.
"Why, you can teach me a lesson now that your hair is gray?"
Lin Daoren's voice was cold and self-deprecating:
"That's right, the uncrowned king of the northwest path is naturally more than enough to teach a down-and-out Taoist like me a lesson..."
Facing Yang Yu, his heart was actually very complicated.
In the beginning, he was very indifferent to Yang Yu, and even had the idea of killing him, but he failed to do so.
Even though the relationship between the two of them eased somewhat later due to the relationship between Zhenyan Taoist and Qin Si, in fact, they were still very cold.
The latter's rapid progress time and time again, from a junior he could easily crush to death, to the uncrowned king who is now the majestic king of the northwest road, he is at a loss as to what to do.
"Your old wounds have not healed, and you have new ones. In such a state, not only will you risk your life to break through, but even if you fight with all your strength, you will destroy yourself and others."
Yang Yu may or may not understand Taoist Lin's thoughts, but he doesn't want to think about it. He flips through it and takes out a ginseng fruit:
"This fruit can increase a person's lifespan and expel hundreds of wounds. If you take it and all the illnesses are gone, you may be able to increase your chance of breakthrough by three points."
Phew~
The moment the ginseng fruit was taken out, the wind blew up again, and the vitality from the surrounding heaven and earth gathered together, causing the grass to sway and the flowers to bloom.
The breeze blows, and the place where the tomb is located almost becomes a sea of green.
Taoist Lin raised his brows, with surprise and understanding in his eyes: "You are using this fruit to make up for the shortcomings of your origin, right?"
"Taking this fruit will cure your illness."
Yang Yu didn’t explain that much:
"You don't have to feel ashamed. This fruit is not given to you for free. To accept this fruit, you need to do three things from me."
Taoist Lin was aloof and proud, and never wanted to receive favors from others in vain. This was evident from the fact that he gave himself the Tai Sui Pearl he had fought so hard for.
Therefore, Yang Yu knew how to deal with him.
"No need."
But Lin Daoren still refused, and did not even look back at the strange fruit that can increase longevity:
"It's such a rare treasure. Even if you have it, it won't be too much, so you might as well take it yourself."
Having said this, he paused slightly and then said:
"The injury of the poor Taoist is not to the limbs and trunk, nor to the spine and internal organs, but to the soul. If your fruit can replenish yang life, can it also replenish yin life?"
Human life span can be divided into yin and yang.
It sounds mysterious, but in fact it is just the body shell, and the life of the soul. When the body shell decays, the soul still exists. This is the principle of the existence of ghosts.
The length of the ghost's existence is related to the strength of the soul. This is the longevity of the ghost.
"Your injury is in your soul? Then..."
"ah!"
Before Yang Yu could respond, the ghost baby waiting eagerly in his sleeves seemed to have been hit on the head, and he screamed miserably, his voice trembling a little:
"Master, you, you, you promised me!"
"..."
Yang Yu was choked and could only cough lightly and shake it back into his sleeves:
"Next time, I will give it to you next time!"
"This fruit, isn't it?"
Taoist Lin didn't know when he turned around, his eyes bright.
There are tens of millions of medicines in the world, but most of them are used to treat physical injuries. For more than twenty years, he has searched for countless alchemists, pharmacists, and doctors, but he has nowhere to find medicine to heal the soul.
Over time, he had already given up.
Hearing the voices of one person and one ghost at this moment, his heart couldn't help but trembled, and his eyes became intense. Although he took the initiative to request, he still felt that he couldn't say it.
"Remember, you owe me three things."
Without wasting much time, Yang Yu released the ginseng fruit and dropped it into the ground.
Then, with a buzzing sound, their bodies shook at the same time, and two huge life forces from the same source but completely different exploded in their bodies instantly.
boom!
The surging air waves came out of Lin Daoren's body, lifting up Yang Yu's long hair that quickly turned from white to black like a strong wind.
"Um?!"
In the strong wind, all the grass was falling, and Yang Yu didn't even bother to check the strong vitality surging in his body.
In front of me, a strong wind surged.
With Taoist Lin sitting in the cross-legged position as the center, strands of air flow gathered towards him and surrounded him as if they were alive.
It was gentle at first, but soon became violent, with just a few tremors before and after. The mountain forest was already shaken by the wind, and the grass flew, sand and rocks flew.
In less than an instant, it had already transformed into a tornado rising from the ground, reaching a height of more than ten feet.
"This is?"
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, and he also had an moved expression:
"Is this going to break through?!"
As early as thirty years ago, Taoist Lin was already a supreme being standing in front of the Martial Saint Gate, and there was even a person who was the first person 'under the Martial Saint'.
No one doubts whether he has the potential to challenge the Martial Saint.
Neither can he himself.
But he didn't expect that the moment the ginseng fruit medicine reached his body, he would break through.
So decisive, so leaving no room for retreat...
The wind blew him away, but he had no choice but to take a few steps back to avoid the powerful energy bursting out in front of him, and looked around to protect him.
The ghost baby finally poked its head out, and suddenly felt a stinging pain all over its body, and terrifying blood energy bloomed like the morning sun.
boom!
In the northwest city, Qi Daoguang, who was slowly wiping Fang Tian's painted halberd, suddenly stood up, and the sudden burst of energy almost overturned the entire Liuhe Tower.
call!
When he stepped out of the window, Qin Lihu, who was observing the new army's military exercises in the military camp outside the city, was also frightened, stood up from the ground, and jumped onto the flagpole.
Those who were slower than the two of them were Yu Fengxian who was practicing sword skills somewhere in the city, and the big boss who was counting the fields and property in the city.
The two of them noticed something one after another. When they stepped out of the small courtyard, they noticed a tornado rising from a distance that was higher than the city wall.
Boom!
At one moment, a high-pitched roar came to their ears.
Looking at it with horror, he saw a man rising into the sky in the tornado. His robes were like flags, like a roc flapping its wings or a roc crossing the abyss. It was indescribable freedom and loneliness.
"If you take my life, it's up to me!"
Good night, good night! You can actually take a look at the modifications in Chapter 630, although the impact will not be big.