Chapter 686 The Eighth Life Fighting Immortal, Meet Beidou!
"Not bad! Eight World Immortals..."
Zhang Xuanba was a little surprised, but he didn’t get to the bottom of it. He just nodded:
"There is a saying in Red Sun, and it's actually quite true. I am born in this world, but compared to many predecessors and sages, I am much luckier..."
The tide rises and the heaven and earth change.
As early as the end of the Qin Dynasty, similar rumors had already spread. It is said that Lu Chen believed it deeply and finally found the Taoist fruit through perseverance.
However, more than three thousand years passed in a flash.
Over the long years, outstanding talents such as Ba Zun, Bodhidharma, Gao Jia, slovenly Taoist, Zhang Yuanzhu... such outstanding people did not wait for the coming of the heavenly change.
"Being born in this world, I am indeed much luckier than my predecessors."
Yang Yu nodded and couldn't help but think of the rumors about the various generations of Taiyi Sect disciples on the "Blue Water and Cold Pond Picture".
A sect inherited from an ancient great god was born in the wrong era. Thousands of generations of heroes fought hard, but in the end, the entire sect was destroyed and the inheritance was cut off.
This, however, cannot be controlled by human power.
"A person's achievements, personal character, and talent are naturally important, but external opportunities are even more important. A ten-fold difference in talent is already huge, but different circumstances can widen this gap to an insurmountable level.
The point..."
Overlooking the snowfields, mountains and rivers below him, Zhang Xuanba said lightly:
"The warriors who can be famous in the world and whose name has been passed down for many generations are all those whose talents, understanding, character, and opportunities are far beyond ordinary people.
I am like this, Fan Ruyi is like this, Mu Qingliu is like this, and the Black Mountain old demon is no exception..."
"Is this eight-life fight against immortals the old demon's biggest opportunity?"
"Of course it is! Even a sloppy Taoist can't live for eight hundred years. This old demon has gained much more prosperity than me. It's a pity that he doesn't have much courage..."
Zhang Xuanba shook his head slightly:
"It's my turn..."
"Then today's battle, I'm afraid it won't happen at all..."
What is the situation of Zhang Xuanba who has lived for eight lifetimes?
Yang Yu couldn't help but shuddered just thinking about it.
"The red sun is nothing, and the old demon is nothing to worry about. The real target of my trip is the old witch in Dayan Mountain!
Her courage is much better than that of the old demon, and her life span is much longer..."
Only then did Zhang Xuanba reveal his true purpose:
"Seven years ago, after returning from Dayan Mountain, I felt confused and mentally exhausted. This was not only an external injury, but also a sign of a conspiracy..."
"The Nailhead Seven Arrows Book..."
Yang Yu remained silent.
"This magical power is so weird that there is no way to save anyone who falls within it..."
Zhang Xuanba looked very calm:
"But she can't even think about it. I've been practicing for a hundred years, but she has to endure a thousand years of hard work. This business is not a loss!"
"Your Majesty..."
Yang Yu's eyes flashed and he took out the last ginseng fruit in his hand.
"Huh?"
Zhang Xuanba raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing the mystery of this fruit, but still shook his head:
"This fruit is not an ordinary fruit, but its medicinal effect is only equivalent to the Earth Yuan Great Pill. Even if I swallow seven of the Great Pills, I can't make up for this injury..."
"You are interested."
At the end of the sentence, he was a little moved.
How could he not see that the medicinal effect of this fruit was not to heal wounds, but to prolong life.
In terms of medicinal power, it may only be comparable to the Diyuan Great Pill, but it is precious, but it is ten times or a hundred times better than the latter.
Yang Yu sighed slightly, silently and silently, what he saw was shocking.
As the breath fell, he could vaguely see a corner. Zhang Xuanba's injury was more serious than he imagined.
It's like a big cauldron that has been punctured with seven big holes. The essence and origin are irreversibly lost...
Just like what is recorded in the legend, seven arrows were nailed to the head, three souls were shattered, seven souls were dispersed, and the arrows fell on the great people.
That old witch wants him to be destroyed physically and mentally, and she can't even become a ghost...
"That old witch..."
Zhang Xuanba shook his head:
"That old witch has many tricks. It's difficult, difficult, difficult to kill her completely!"
Yang Yu felt heavy in his heart.
Who is Zhang Xuanba?
A martial arts giant who has become famous all over the world at a young age and has dominated the martial arts world and temples for dozens of days. Such a person, no matter how he looks on the outside, is unruly and conceited in his heart.
Three words "difficult" came out of his mouth...
Huhu~
Above the sky, Zhang Xuanba never stopped talking, starting from old women, old monsters, to heroes in the world.
From the thirteen levels of blood exchange to the five levels of foundation building, he talked about the will of the Martial Saint, as well as his conjectures and experiences about the realm above the Martial Saint.
"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature! If the supernatural power is really the condensation of heaven and earth, the laws are intertwined, and the principles are gathered together.
Then, the way to obtain supernatural powers is by no means the only way to achieve spiritual enlightenment!"
His eyes were very bright at this moment, burning like a torch in the night:
"Use false cultivation to store it in your own body. Above the Martial Saint, you should use the Martial Saint's will to open the 'divine treasure'. This state is like a human immortal!"
"Human Immortal!"
Yang Prison was shocked.
At this point, Yuan Ci has reached its limit. Yang Yuqiang holds on and falls to the barren mountain. Here, Zhang Xuanba sits down and lectures on the essence of martial arts.
Yang Yu bowed, held the disciple ceremony, and listened quietly.
After a long, long time, Zhang Xuanba let out a long sigh:
"When I was young, I thought I could do anything. Only when I got older did I realize that things in the world are really not as good as one wishes."
"When I was young, I made up my mind to save the country and help the people, but I couldn't do it. I promised my brothers glory and wealth, but I couldn't do it either. When I was dying, I wanted to do something for future generations, but I still couldn't do it neatly, leaving many hidden dangers...
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In the night wind, the old man looked gloomy.
"You've done a great job..."
Yang Yu looked solemn.
He is someone who rarely agrees to others verbally, but at this moment, his heart felt a little hot and unbearable, and he couldn't help but say:
"Leave the rest to me..."
Looking at the young man in front of him, Zhang Xuanba looked dazed for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he still changed the subject:
"Your way is different from that of me. It's not good for me to force myself to give you this true energy... That granddaughter of Wu'an family has understood the undefeated Tiangang, which is contrary to my way..."
He took a strong breath, handed a page of silk book to Yang Yu with great care, and then completely let go.
"Boy Yang, take me home..."
Feeling the dissipation of the powerful will that faintly transformed into the 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons', Yang Yu bowed sadly and said:
"yes……"
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Collapse!
Collapse!
Collapse!
There was a huge defeat outside the Shanshan Pass, and hundreds of thousands of Sirius troops collapsed crazily.
The death of Nayudu and a group of high-ranking officials caused this army, which was originally a temporary patchwork of large and small tribes, to completely collapse.
For twenty or thirty days in a row, Baizhou's fine cavalry fought until they were weak, and finally they had no choice but to give up and return.
laugh!
With one slash, blood spurted out like pillars, and the head rolled down.
On the wasteland, hundreds of thousands of rebels were kneeling on the ground, their faces pale, trembling in front of the twelve armored figures.
"Yidu! You dare to kill the nobles, how dare you kill the nobles!"
Some people roared wildly until they were killed with a knife.
Twelve people wearing armor stood side by side, looking around, and the young man standing with a bloody knife said loudly:
"That Shabi is dead. Anyone who dares to resist us will be shot to death!"
After shouting three times in a row, anyone who resisted was killed. In the end, hundreds of people knelt on the ground, but there was no more noise.
Seeing this, the young man named 'Yidu' just nodded, wiped the blade of the knife with the body of the dead body, and turned around to leave.
The eleven people behind him began to gather the rebel soldiers.
In the past month, they had subdued dozens of groups of rebel soldiers, and now they had more than 4,300 soldiers, all of whom were strong and strong.
After a month-long pursuit and escape, those who can survive are naturally the strong ones.
"call!"
"suck!"
From a distance, everyone stopped and looked at the elder brother who was sitting cross-legged not far away, his breath becoming more and more terrifying, and they were in awe.
In more than a year, the twelve of them have made rapid progress, but compared to their elder brother, the gap is too big.
This time, Sha Bi was captured by him!
"call!"
Not long after, Haqi breathed out slowly and opened his eyes.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light.
"Brother!"
They all knelt down on one knee and reported on the progress of the insurrectionary soldiers.
"not enough!"
Wearing blood-stained armor, Haqi's eyes were as bright as fire:
"The Ming Pass is too difficult to break. With less than 5,000 of us, there is no way we can break into the pass even if we die! Keep gathering the rebels!
Only in this way can we compete with those nobles and invade the pass from the south!"
"yes!"
It should also be downloaded.
"Go ahead."
Haqi smiled with satisfaction. He received the magical power passed down by the 'god'. In more than a year, he was not only transformed, but turned upside down.
However, thinking about the battle in front of the mountain pass that day, he couldn't help but feel urgency in his heart.
"Not enough, not enough..."
While muttering to himself, he closed his eyes and was about to move his energy and blood again and breathe inside.
Suddenly, his heart was shaken and he opened his eyes in shock.
This time, what spewed out of his eyes was no longer light, but thick black mist!
Not only the eyes, mouth, nose, ears, seven orifices, but also the pores of the whole body, there is black mist emerging, and the cold and terrifying aura seems to have frozen the space in this area.
"god……"
He wanted to say something, but all he did was spit out more black mist. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move.
It was clear that they were all not far in front of me, but they couldn't ask for help, so they could only cry out in despair and helplessness.
Buzz!
At a certain moment, a ray of purple light appeared within his body, and the black mist trembled, seemingly showing signs of retreating, but in an instant, it surged again, completely submerging him within it.
"No!"
Amidst the desperate wailing, Haqi felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. In a trance, he only felt a statue of a god that was too large to be described.
It is vast, ancient, mysterious and terrifying.
That is……
"A mere streak of emperor's spirit that has never sprouted wants to stop me..."
There was a cold cry and the black fog faded away.
Ha Qi's face did not change at all, but his eyes changed from being as passionate as fire before to being as deep and indifferent as the sea.
"Invite God into your heart and unite your mind and body. The secret technique of Liansheng Cult is indeed extraordinary..."
Within his body, black mist kept surging. It was the result of his seven lifetimes of practice. When it came together, he suddenly raised his head, and in the midst of this, he saw a glimmer of light.
That is,
"Beidou!"
Good night everyone, go to bed early! Recommend a copy of the American comic story "The Wanton Life of a certain American comic" and set sail again.
This time...
It's Booker's story.
Name Booker, surname Underwood, male, New York City homicide detective!