Chapter 690 Who is in the sky and which is on the earth? (End of this volume)
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Huhu~
The goshawk flaps its wings and flies across the night sky.
Under the starry sky, the snowfields are getting farther and farther away, and the tall city gate located between the mountains and rivers looks very small from here.
Yang Yu lowered his eyes and looked down. His eyesight was very good.
At a glance, you can see many Baizhou elites led by Feng Junzi bowing to see each other off inside and outside the city gate. You can even see the two brothers Yu Daoren, Kuni, Qi Changfa and Lin An who have packed up their belongings in the corner and are about to leave.
"That Mr. Feng is very wary of us..."
Qin Si, who was new to wielding the True Gang, took the initiative to hold the True Gang open to resist the violent whistling airflow. This was also martial arts practice.
Behind her, the white dog was trembling in fear, staring at the bloody corpse with seven holes, and the hair on his body exploded.
Most master-level warriors can survive death without breaking down and live for many years, let alone this one.
Its aura was so heavy that even white dogs and goshawks did not dare to approach. Even if they approached under Yang Yu's reprimand, they could not calm down at all.
The white dog was just blowing up its hair, while the goshawk was soaring like crazy, soaring nearly 1,200 miles in half an hour...
"Otherwise? I bowed my head happily and offered my life, wife, children, and territory with both hands?"
Yang Yu was not surprised:
"We don't have the spirit of a king..."
"Is it the aura of overlord?"
Please pull up your temples. Qin Si shook her head slightly:
"He seems to be smart and smart, but he doesn't know why it is difficult to defend a barrier alone. When Prince Zhao was here, Sirius was already ready to make a move. With him gone, how can he hold on to this barrier?"
"It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he doesn't want to."
Looking back, Yang Yun felt like he had a mirror in his heart.
Everything has pros and cons.
He eliminated most of the noble clans in the Northwest Road, and paid enough money and food for the people of the entire Northwest Road for several years. There were no restrictions from the gentry on all matters, big or small.
Likewise, he offended the nobles all over the world.
Even if Feng Junzi wanted to take refuge, his family would never agree. As for Yang Yu, he kept the precepts of "illegality", both within himself and outside.
He himself strictly abides by this law and will not show mercy to him outside the law.
Therefore, when they returned this time, the two of them tacitly ignored the matter and did not talk about it. Feng Junzi did not know how to speak, while Yang Yu was too lazy to pay attention.
He had no intention of winning over the nobles. He had a profound knowledge of the world and held the book of life and death in his hand. He had no need to select talents from the nobles.
Yang Yu didn't speak directly, but Qin Si was smart and already guessed the meaning of his words. She didn't know what to say, but she didn't know where to start. She just sighed softly:
"Prince Zhao is the backbone of the Ming Dynasty. Once he leaves, I really don't know how chaotic the world will be..."
Yang Yu remained silent.
After experiencing this battle, he truly realized the supreme intimidation of Zhang Xuanba. He may not have been out of seclusion for decades, but he still suppressed the entire world.
His single strength may not be able to withstand the ten states of the Ming Dynasty, but it is enough to shock and kill anyone who dares to invade the border and claim to be king.
Whether it's the old demon from Montenegro or Da Lifanruyi.
For a while, the two of them lost interest in talking. After a long silence, Yang Yu took out the silk book that Zhang Xuanba finally gave to him.
A silk book, with only thirty to fifty pages, is a summary of martial arts by this first person in the world, from the time of blood exchange to human immortality.
From the shallower to the deeper, it is extremely detailed, and even includes how to avoid restless Qi and blood during the first exchange transfusion, as well as various things that beginners need to pay attention to.
Silently flipping through the pages, Yang Yu confirmed himself, thoughtfully in his heart.
Because it is a first draft, this silk book contains very distinct personal characteristics, and Zhang Xuanba analyzes his own strengths and weaknesses.
"...Thirteen blood transfusions have been done by the predecessors. Although it is not the best, it is the most peaceful and suitable for the public.
But the five levels of foundation building are too general. I think that whether it is like a cow or a dragon, it is still the scope of blood exchange. The theory of five levels needs to be subdivided..."
"Tennis, skin, bones, internal organs, marrow, brain...Martial arts, in the final analysis, is about controlling oneself. The five levels are better divided into six levels, driven by blood exchange, and changing oneself from the outside in..."
"There is no point in practicing internally and externally. The road to martial arts must be done both internally and externally. One is indispensable..."
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Thousands of eloquent words are Zhang Xuanba’s understanding of the Thirteen Blood Changes and the ‘Six Foundation Building Levels’, and the rest are similar.
It wasn't until the entrance door was opened that there was a change.
"Will! The will of the Martial Saint is made up of the thoughts of the mind and the thoughts of the soul. Think of it as a person, the thoughts of the mind are the will of the fist, and the soul is the body.
The six levels of foundation building can also be applied here! Treat your will as a person and refine all its tendons, skin, bones, organs, marrow, and brain!"
Seeing this, Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
Here, there are changes that are unheard of.
"Treat your will as a human being..."
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
Below it is Zhang Xuanba's detailed explanation of how to practice 'will'. The amount of information is ten times more than before.
This has never been done before, from the Grand Master to the Martial Saint, and then to the Martial Saint and above, the 'human immortal' practice method.
"The three elements are unified, and then the five internal organs are close to each other. The five internal organs contain the spirit, the spirit, the soul, the mind, the soul, the essence. The five qi are unified, and then the will is born...
The will is illusory, so why should we practice it? I compare the will generated by the three elements and five qi to the innate Qi...
This Qi is the fundamental root of human beings, just like a newborn baby. It is filled with the six foundation building levels. When it is completed, martial arts will be accomplished.
At that time, every fist intention will have life, and wherever the fist touches, it will be like a soldier in formation, rushing to kill the rebel army, and naturally there will be no disadvantage.
...Only when the spirit and body are united can one see the divine treasure and become immortal!"
At this point in the text, Yang Yu felt in a trance, as if he had seen the old prince preaching in front of him, which was so inspiring.
"Human Immortal..."
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Rumble!
With an earth-shattering roar, the huge Fengtian Palace fell from mid-air and landed on the wasteland hundreds of miles outside Longyuan City.
Like a meteor falling to the ground!
In an instant, the ground cracked open, and countless amounts of sand surged into the sky, reaching a height of dozens of feet.
The smoke and dust billowed and spread, as if thousands of earth dragons were trampling in all directions, and the sky seemed to fill up.
Phew!
Phew!
In the long sky, thousands of flying eagles let out shrill screams and collapsed one after another, unable to even form a formation.
Many masters of the Divine Strategy Army looked into the distance in great horror.
A group of light blue clouds drifted down from the sea of clouds. It was a huge thing beyond anyone's imagination.
How many kilograms?
Tens of thousands of kilograms?
Far more than that!
"That's a whale?!"
Looking at the behemoth with a light blue color, many people watching the battle from a distance were all stunned.
This scene is so spectacular.
It was much more shocking than Fanruyi pushing across the four fields and defeating Commander Hanshan's Shence Army.
The big whales in the sea can easily weigh over 100,000 kilograms, but the one in the sky at this moment is several times or more than ten times bigger than an ordinary big whale.
Where it passed, the clouds and mist surged like the sea, like the giant Kun in mythology, stirring up the wind and clouds, and its long hissing sound was beyond the limit of human hearing.
With a long hiss, more than 8,000 flying eagles and arrows were dispersed, and the Fengtian Palace was shot down from high altitude!
boom!
With a loud noise, Han Shan, who was blocking Fan Ruyi, rose out of the body again. The shells seemed to hit the ground, and the steel bars and iron bones were beaten until they were deformed.
At this moment, he could no longer stand.
This statue, Zhang Yuanzhu did not hesitate to spend all kinds of rare treasures and Taoist weapons refined by his first general, and it was completely scrapped.
And the three thousand Shence Army he led were completely crushed in this wasteland, their bones and flesh turning into mud!
"This army is not inferior to the Xuanjia Jingqi of the past. It's a pity that you are not Zhang Xuanba, nor Hanshan four hundred years ago. You are just a Taoist soldier with incomplete intelligence..."
Gently wiping the trident, Fan Ruyi's expression did not change at all. He glanced at Wang Muzhi in the distance, and immediately said as if he didn't care.
His eyes fell on the dusty ruins.
The Fengtian Temple is worthy of being the prototype of a magical weapon. Such a violent collision only shook off the bricks and tiles outside, leaving the inside unscathed.
"Brahma is like one..."
In the smoke and dust, Emperor Qianheng was extremely embarrassed. The white light in his sleeves and robes was like a tide, but he couldn't catch the chance to send out the 'Heart-Storing Nail'.
"The human race bag, the heart-saving nail... These are naturally the best magic weapons. Not to mention Lao Na, Zhang Xuanba may not be able to resist..."
Brahma stood motionless.
The dense crowd behind him was already swarming up like a tide. They were not only ordinary soldiers, but also six-door guards, imperial guards, and even masters from the Shence Army.
"That's too much!"
Finally, Emperor Qianheng became furious and could no longer hold back. When he reached out his hand, the cloth bag on his waist was thrown into the air.
Buzz!
Accompanied by a buzzing sound, Fan Ruyi's color changed slightly. At this moment, even though he was more than ten miles away, he actually felt a crisis, and even, suddenly, he felt like his hands and feet were losing strength, and his whole body felt numb.
But he was already prepared. With one step, he was already submerged into the earth.
boom!
The next moment, the storm exploded like thunder.
This scene is so horrific.
Dozens of miles away, Wang Mu's clothes were dancing wildly and he felt a huge suction. He looked around and saw a huge storm, with sand and rocks flying everywhere.
In just two moments, everyone who rushed towards Fengtian Hall like a tide had disappeared without a trace.
There was only Emperor Qianheng, running away at top speed.
"Fan Ruyi, Xu Wenji, Wang Muzhi..."
In the storm, Emperor Qianheng's face was livid, and while he was unwilling to accept it, he could not help but feel a trace of despair that he had never experienced before.
With the three magic weapons in his hands, if he steps into the realm of Martial Saint, even if Brahma is twice as powerful, he will never be able to dodge the power of these magic weapons.
But he was not a Martial Saint, Han Shan, nor a complete Martial Saint, but Wang Muzhi only watched from the sidelines and would not help himself.
At this moment, he was extremely frightened and angry.
In the 30 years since he ascended the throne, he has never been in such an embarrassing situation. The honor of a country, surrounded by ministers, was hunted down in his own land and was in such an embarrassing situation.
"His Majesty!"
Behind him, there was the scream of the old minister.
The Ming Dynasty had been raising scholars for four hundred years, and there was no shortage of die-hard loyalists. But when faced with Brahma Ruyi, even Liu Jing only resisted for a moment before turning into a walking corpse.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the thunderous sound of horse hooves came to his ears, and at the same time, the biting chill behind him disappeared.
He suddenly turned around and saw that on the other side of the wasteland, the sky was filled with dust, and a black line was rushing towards him at extremely fast speeds, with flags fluttering wildly.
That is the Ming Dynasty Dragon Flag,
It’s also the Xuanjia military flag!
"Without Zhang Xuanba's Black Armor Elite Cavalry..."
Brahma stopped.
Looking at the white-haired Xuanjia army, which was far less powerful than before and all of them were old and weak, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly:
"Zhang Xuanba is unwilling to take you out of the confinement even to death, so why bother?"
"Xuanjia!"
"charge!"
Thousands of white-haired old soldiers were engaged in battle on the wasteland, waving flags and charging forward with a mighty military force of extraordinary speed.
There are no generals, only soldiers, and they charge.
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"Xuanjia..."
Emperor Qianheng looked dazed for a moment, and then he ran away amidst the shouts and urgings of many senior ministers.
Gradually, there was no more sound of horse hooves behind me, no more shouts of death, and no more chill like rays on my back.
"call!"
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his face turned pale. At this moment, his clothes were torn, his crown and boots were also lost, and he was in an extremely miserable state.
But he didn't have time to feel sad, so he picked up the human race bag and the heart nail, hid his breath, and held them tightly in a bush somewhere.
唳~
Suddenly, he heard an eagle's cry.
If you look carefully outside, you will see a huge goshawk piercing the sky, leaving a deep mark, and its speed is extremely fast.