Use the mustard space to collect the nails in your heart!
Ever since he knew that the imperial court had three major state-suppressing weapons, Yang Yu was looking for a way to deal with them.
Magical weapons are like magical powers. There is no perfect magical power in the world, and there is no magic weapon that cannot be broken.
Since starting from Daoguang, he has not gained much. In fact, in the past four hundred years, the Ming Dynasty has been at its peak. Even more than seventy years ago, no one could defeat Yu Jia.
The Heart-Saving Nail was only used once, and it seemed that it was because a martial saint was hiding and assassinated a certain emperor when he was on patrol.
Therefore, Qi Daoguang knew very little about this magical instrument.
What really made him understand this magical weapon was the month he followed Zhang Xuanba.
Under his insinuation, either intentionally or unintentionally, Zhang Xuanba once mentioned the past four hundred years ago, when his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu ended the troubled times and established the world.
From a commoner, a little beggar, he conquered the world and became the overlord of the Central Plains and the supreme king in the world. Zhang Yuanzhu had many adventures in his life, the most commendable of which was the 'True Shape Map of the Magic Weapon' he obtained.
The human race bag, the heart-saving nail, the Fengtian Palace, and another secret magic weapon that even Zhang Xuanba didn't know about.
Among them, Chuan Xin Nai's record is the most outstanding, and he has the highlight of killing several martial saints instantly, and he is also the most well-known to the world.
The only time it was broken was when a thief stole the Heart Nail and used it to assassinate Zhang Yuanzhu.
"The human race bag can be broken into pieces!"
Yang Yu remembered Zhang Xuanba's words casually in his heart.
Naturally, he doesn’t have a seed bag, but he does have space for mustard seeds!
boom!
In a flash of thought, Yang Yu's figure was like an arrow, and amid the interlacing of lightning and light, he raised his fists like a mountain to suppress him, forcing Emperor Qianheng to retreat in embarrassment, unable to get the human seed bag.
"The heart-breaking nail of a poor man!"
In the talisman light, Qian Heng retreated rapidly, his eyes turned red, pain penetrated his liver and intestines, and he almost vomited blood again.
Sitting on the throne of the world, the loss of one state or another is not a painful thing for him. Only ten thousand dragons can support the expenses of the imperial court.
But the hearts are different.
It was passed down by Taizu and passed down from generation to generation. Emperors of all dynasties treasured it and nourished it for life. It was an important weapon used to protect the country!
With this thing, no matter how tyrannical Brahman Ruyi is, he will not dare to invade him at close range!
Losing this thing is like having your heart and liver ripped out!
"How dare you do this, you bitch?! Ah!"
Howling with rage.
The light of the talisman was like fire, burning fiercely. At this moment, Yang Yu's eyesight could not tell how many kinds of talismans he had used.
But with a slight scan, there are twenty-seven types including vajra, soul-soothing, swift movement, body protection, enemy-repelling, soul-capturing, and calming spirit.
And its quantity was enough to make many Taoist priests in Fushui Temple stunned.
In an instant, the flames in the bushes were blazing, rising to a height of more than ten feet. Under this heavy blessing, he no longer retreated.
Instead, along with this long roar, the Zhen Gang Qi and blood were released, and the Tiangang Fist was raised to greet him.
"Tiangang Fist?"
Outside the talisman light, Yang Yu sneered.
Sitting in the prosperity of the world, as long as the qualifications are not extremely poor, you can become a master. However, martial arts training can never be done behind closed doors.
Emperor Qianheng's surging vitality was a bit better than him at this moment, but he probably didn't even have the sixth grade of Tiangang Fist in this style.
For an ordinary great master, it would be reluctant, but for him at this time, it was simply a joke.
boom!
Thoughts move, punches fall, and people fly!
Under the vibration of the elemental magnetism and the blessing of electric light, with just one punch, the burning talisman light has been torn, rushed, and penetrated.
Boom!
The moment the fist seals met, Emperor Qianheng felt his eyes burning hot, and hot blood spurted out from his seven orifices in an instant.
Finally, he felt strength.
The extremely terrifying force rippled along the layers of diamond talismans. In an instant, his Zhen Gang was shattered and Heng Lian collapsed.
His whole body was knocked off the ground, like a water bag that had been pierced, and large amounts of blood mist spurted out from the pores all over his body.
It was as if with one punch, all the blood in his body would be shaken out of his body.
"ah!"
At this time, Emperor Qianheng almost collapsed.
He had never experienced such pain in his life. For a moment, his eyes went black and his brain went blank.
When he came to his senses, he had already hit the ground hard and blood spurted out wildly.
But his second scream failed to come out at all. In the large smoke and dust, the figure shrouded in electric light followed him like a shadow.
A pair of boots covered with dust, as if there was still wet mud, stamped out the smoke, dust and blood mist and headed straight for his door.
"you!"
Emperor Qianheng's eyes were red, and the great fear was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.
In this thin line between life and death, he seemed to be petrified. He only had a set of talismans and magic weapons, but he even forgot to use them.
Between life and death, there is great terror.
Emperors, generals, and ministers may not be as calm as traffickers and pawns, but the common leader of the world in front of them, the supreme king of the dynasty, seems to be particularly unbearable.
Buzz!
At this moment, Yang Yu's eyes fluctuated slightly, and under the ethereal atmosphere, the purple energy on his body was churning.
According to legend, the purple energy of the emperor is the direction of all people's thoughts. It has a wonderful effect that can avoid all evils and Taoism cannot be added to the body.
However, this was just an illusory piece of luck after all, and it was impossible to shake his mind.
No matter what, his movements were uncontrollably stiff.
An extremely strong aura, accompanied by the barking of dogs from high in the sky, suddenly descended:
"Om ah hum..."
This is the Sanskrit sound, also called the mantra.
In the Great Li, it was Om Ah Hum, but in the Ming Dynasty, it was expanded to Om, Mah, Ne, Ba, Mi, Hum!
Buzz!
The moment the sound wave arrived, Yang Yu felt enveloped in endless darkness, and invisible palms grabbed him, trying to pull him into the endless abyss.
"Um?!"
In an instant, his heavenly eyes emitted light, and at the moment when he was out of the darkness, he saw a monk who looked like a Buddha and a demon, standing on the back of an ugly big bird, coming at great speed.
"give up!"
It was clearly Sanskrit sounds that echoed, but Yang Yu's ears seemed to be reprimanded.
This is?
As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, Yang Yu didn't even think about who this person was, and the energy, blood and true energy all over his body were already surging up.
hold head high!
At this moment, there seemed to be a roar of dragons and elephants.
In the eyes of the Shence Army, the ministers, and even Wang Muzhi, Yu Fengxian, and Princess Longyuan who were further away, they seemed to see an ancient divine elephant standing on the bank of the endless ocean, raising its nose and stomping its feet.
.
"don't want!"
"His Majesty!"
"How dare you, traitor!"
Countless people's eyes were about to burst, but how could the sound come as fast as Yang Yu's step?!
Boom!
It's like the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.
Rolling smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the entire bush was blown away by the hurricane. Wherever the ripples started, the ground seemed to have been trampled over.
"ah!"
The screams of extreme pain cut through the sky.
"No!"
Above the flying eagle in the distance, an old minister groaned in pain. He looked at it with tears in his eyes, but couldn't help but be startled.
The strong wind blew away the smoke.
Under the huge backlash, Yang Yu suddenly rose to a very high place. Zhen Gang grabbed the Qianlong Bow in his hand like a tentacle, turned over and landed on the back of the goshawk.
But among the ruins, a monk was seen sinking deep into the earth, with only one arm raised to bear his shocking step.
"Martial Saint's Will!"
Yang Yu's pupils shrank violently.
With his speed and the distance between people's voices, unless he possesses the magical power of Lu Qingting's "divine walking", there is absolutely no way he can stop him from stepping forward.
However, this person did it.
At this moment, he was still more than twenty miles away, but his will, like a real person, spanned dozens of miles and stopped him.
This is his extremely powerful will!
boom!
Under Yang Yu's gaze, the monk dispersed like clouds and disappeared without a trace.
"Amitabha!"
As the Buddha's voice echoed, Brahman appeared like a ghost, coming at great speed.
"Brahma is like one!"
Yang Prison told him his name.
The essence is ordinary, and he can even stop himself twenty miles away from the body. Such a will is already terrifying.
Compared with Zhang Xuanba at the foot of the Seven Kills Mountain, it seems to be only a moment away...
Far away from the Buddha's head, Brahman is one!
His heart sank, but he couldn't help but wonder, how could Dali's imperial master save Emperor Qianheng?
Could it be that these two people are still colluding?!
call!
The moment Yang Yu revealed his name, Fan Ruyi had already crossed more than twenty miles and arrived in front of the ruins.
From extreme movement to extreme stillness.
At this moment, Yang Yu could really see the head of the Great Li Buddha.
The linen-like coat is riddled with holes, and his perfect and crystal-clear body like ivory is faintly visible. This is a symbol of the extremely high level of horizontal training.
It's just that at this moment, there are dozens of different wounds on this perfect Buddha-like body. The most serious ones are gunshot wounds.
Visible internal organs.
And this injury is...
"Soldier situation, Overlord Spear?!"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he could already detect a familiar aura on his body.
In Liuji Mountain, he had died dozens of times hundreds of times among the mysterious knights. How could he not see that this was an injury caused by the mysterious knights?
"Zhang Xuanba!"
After casually glancing at the unknown Emperor Qianheng in the ruins, Fanru looked at Goshawk, and his pupils shrank violently for a moment.
Immediately, he calmed down:
"I don't know the numbers, and I don't know the general trend. A generation of overlords died outside the pass... The corpse-carrying man, you seem to be his descendant? But why are you so murderous towards your own emperor?"
"The timing, the general trend?"
Holding the Qianlong Divine Bow tightly with his lowered palm, Yang Yu responded with cold eyes:
"The Grand Master of Great Li, the Buddha Head of Tianlun Temple, why did he want to save the emperor of the Ming Dynasty?"
call!
A chilling atmosphere filled the sky, and within a radius of ten miles, the wind seemed to have stopped and did not dare to blow.
Only in the distance, the cries of the old minister could be heard faintly.
"There is no one in this world who cannot be saved. I am here just to save the most noble person in the world and become a monk..."
Fanruyi replied.
"ceremony?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and a hint of cynicism flashed in his eyes:
"Old monk, what happened to you is in vain..."
"Heishan is half dead and Overlord has fallen. Who in this world can stop me?"
After glancing at the surrounding Feiying Shencejun and Wang Muzhi and others further away, Fan Ruyi looked calm:
"If you can't use the Black Armor Jingqi, what can you do?"
"Old monk Gonggong takes part in the creation of nature, Yang is no match even if you think about it..."
Yang Yu held a bow in one hand and played with the human race bag in the other:
"It's just that you are still a step late..."
"Um?!"
Brahman seems to be aware of something.
In the ruins, Emperor Qianheng groaned and slowly opened his eyes:
"Aba, Aba..."
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It’s so hard to bear, I stayed up late again, I don’t want to be reincarnated, brothers, good night...