Chapter 744 How can there be so many ghosts and ghosts!
Only now did Yang Yu understand why Zhang Xuanba said that being able to follow the path is the greatest luck for a warrior.
You don't have to plant trees to enjoy the shade. This is the basis for future generations of warriors to surpass their predecessors.
But in the past twenty years, he has dabbled in both Buddhism and Taoism, and has been exposed to many famous magical arts from ancient times to the present. His foundation is sufficient, and even though he has reached this point where there is no way out, he does not have much trouble in his heart.
"call!"
After exhaling a breath of turbid air, it was blown away in the sky by the strong wind. Yang Yu closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing his own changes.
From the skin, deep into the blood, meridians, organs, bone marrow, and even more subtle places, there is the looming shadow of the stone monkey.
In fact, there are still subdivisions of the Martial Saint's finishing touches, namely burning one's life, coming to the door, and transforming one's body.
However, unlike the four steps of the Martial Saint, these three subdivided steps must be achieved in one step. Without the fire of life, there is no way to get to the door, let alone to transform.
All Grand Masters who want to be promoted to Martial Saint must be prepared in every way before this door.
The most important thing is the 'reflection of the body'.
Transformation is the rebirth of the Martial Saint, which is the fundamental step to touch the spiritual energy.
The importance of this step is self-evident. No matter how conceited a warrior is, he will prepare in many ways, weigh himself, and make choices.
Yang Prison is naturally no exception.
However, he was very lucky. Before he broke through, he had already met Bodhidharma, Taoist Sloppy, Taoist Zhenyan, Zhang Xuanba, Taoist Lin, Wang Muzhi and other martial saint-level strongmen.
His resources are already sufficient.
Based on what he learned from several major martial arts saints, the reason why he finally settled on the 'Seven-apertured Stone Monkey' as the 'reflection object' for his body transformation was that this natural stone monkey was too perfect.
If we say that Zhang Xuanba, who has exhausted all he has learned from ancient and modern times and used his strength to lift the sky and shake the earth, has successfully transformed himself, his transformation has reached the limit of human power.
This stone monkey has been created by heaven and earth, and is perfectly harmonious and perfect. If it were not for the lack of two orifices, it would be true without any increase or decrease.
Yang Yu guessed that the "innate heels" mentioned by Jiang Wuxu must be related to the "transformation" of the Martial Saint.
"Innate heels..."
Sensing himself and the seven-orificed stone monkey, Yang Yu thought to himself.
"But I don't know how far I can go with the body I shed with the strength of the seven-orificed stone human being that can lift the sky and shake the earth..."
"Unfortunately, the 'power of nourishment' obtained from the Ten Thousand Years Blue Sky Stone is still too weak, far from enough to allow this stone monkey to give birth to the other two orifices..."
"But the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu..."
Huhu~
The goshawk flapped its wings and flew away. With the blessing of the martial saint-level Zhen Gang, its speed was extremely fast. Hundreds of feet away in the sky, people on the earth could hear the explosive buzzing sound.
Someone looked far away and saw a ray of golden light cutting through the sea of clouds and whizzing away, leaving only a deep trace in the sky.
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Dayan Mountain is well-known, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a big mountain at the junction of three roads, but it has few minerals, few herbal medicines, and few villages that make a living on it.
However, various forces including Xuankong Mountain, Lanke Temple, and the imperial court have many eyes and ears dormant outside the mountain all year round.
Liansheng’s old mother is back in the world!
This news was like a groundbreaking news. It instantly surpassed major events such as the 'Yunzhou Victory', 'Sirian Civil War', 'Ban Ruyi's Death' and so on. It ignited the entire world in one fell swoop.
And those big red invitations were also sent to each large or small sect and influence through the hands of the Liansheng cultists all over the world.
when!
when!
when!
On the top of the suspended mountain, the bells rang rapidly, and many Taoists in retreat had to temporarily leave the retreat and gather towards the main hall.
"Headmaster!"
Seeing all the disciples gathered, a black-faced Taoist gave him a slap in the face and took the lead in asking:
"Junior brother, there is still a furnace of great elixir that has not yet been completed. If you have nothing important to do, junior brother will retreat first..."
The black-faced Taoist, whose name is "Xuan Dong", has great qualifications. He is the Seventh Son of Xuan Kong of the previous generation, who is as famous as Taoist Xuan Wei, and is recognized as a great master of alchemy in the world.
According to legend, he was the one who opened the furnace for the Diyuan Great Pill for the imperial court in recent years.
"Junior brother, please be patient..."
Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly and waved, and the Taoist boy outside the door came in anxiously, exposing the big red invitation to everyone's eyes.
"Yu Baimei, kiss me?!"
After glancing at the invitation, all the Taoists in the hall were in an uproar. Of course, this name was familiar to them.
Yu Baimei was the second master in Xuankong Mountain to be promoted to the rank of Martial Saint after the Sloppy Patriarch, but he had been dead for a hundred years.
"I can't wait for whoever comes to entertain me? My uncle, the fish master, has already..."
Taoist Xuandong cursed loudly, but he came to his senses after half a sentence, because all the Taoists in the hall were looking at the side hall.
An old man with a pair of white eyebrows and a smell of decay appeared at the door of the side hall at some unknown time.
"Master-uncle?!"
Taoist Xuandong was stunned and speechless.
"A person who is over 100 years old is still so irritable."
The old Taoist with white eyebrows shook his head slightly, waved his hand to avoid the greetings before everyone could see him, and then picked up the invitation:
"Old Taoist, I have spent my whole life practicing, but I can only live to be three hundred. Why is this old witch not dead yet?!"
In one sentence, his emotions changed several times. In the end, Taoist Xuanwei's eyelids were shaking wildly, and he saw his great-uncle bite his remaining two front teeth with a "click" sound.
"Uncle-Master, you are not dead?!"
At this time, Taoist Xuandong screamed in surprise. He wanted to pounce on him, but was slapped by the Taoist and flew away.
"A bunch of unworthy descendants!"
After giving these useless descendants a stern look, the old man walked away with a sword in his sleeves.
Countless sects and forces in the world, and even some sects that have closed their gates for many years or have been in decline for a long time, have all received invitations from the Liansheng Cult.
For a time, there was a storm.
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Phew~
The setting sun is like blood, and wisps of smoke rise into the wild.
At dusk, outside Anyang City, there was a huge crowd. Thousands of refugees and ordinary people gathered here.
However, what was unexpected was that with so many people gathering, there was almost no sound.
"Under excessive hunger, people take everything except food very lightly..."
"Benevolence and righteousness? Morality? Emotions? Self-esteem and shame? Good and evil, likes and dislikes? Those will not exist..."
"In fact, they don't even say a word."
What is needed to attract tens of thousands of refugees?
It only takes eighteen mouthfuls to cook porridge with clear soup and little water.
There was a lounge chair under the old tree beside the road, and a kind-hearted old lady was holding a bowl of porridge, smiling and feeding the chubby porcelain doll in her arms, while talking.
"Come and eat."
It was a very cute baby, it looked less than a year old, but it was pink, tender and round.
But at this moment, the little guy was struggling fiercely, resisting, and even wanted to knock over the bowl of porridge again and again:
"No, don't eat!"
"Naughty."
The white-haired old woman was not angry and coaxed with a smile:
"Good boy, eat more. How can you grow up if you don't eat? If you don't grow up...how can grandma eat you in one bite?"
"ah!"
The little guy's face turned red and he pissed all over her in anger. When she relaxed, he broke away and jumped down, staggering to Qin Si's arms who stood motionless not far away.
Holding the yellow blisters in her old hands, she opened her mouth and swallowed it. Her expression was intoxicated, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be relaxing:
"It's really unexpectedly sweet..."
"..."
Seeing this scene, Qin Si almost retched without being able to move at this moment.
But at the same time, my heart was really hairy.
Over the years, she has traveled all over the country and seen masters, but she has never seen such a terrifying one.
This old guy is simply a legendary monster. No matter who he is, as long as she speaks a word, he will immediately worship him as devoutly as if he has been a believer for many years.
And she herself was waiting on the sidelines without any control at all.
Even if you want to die, you can't do it!
"Shameless?"
She glanced at Qin Si lightly and directly spoke out what was in her heart. The old woman smiled gently:
"How can a person who is about to starve to death care about shame?"
She stood up with a smile and looked at the crowd surging under the porridge shed in the distance, her eyes gentle, like an old farmer looking at the crops that were about to be harvested.
It made Qin Si shudder.
She was anxious in her heart, but she had no choice. During the past few days after being arrested, she had tried all her methods, but she was unable to resist.
The invisible energy covering her body exceeded the upper limit of what her magical power could handle at the moment...
Not long after, accompanied by the sound of wind, a man dressed in purple floated over. He glanced at Qin Si with different expressions, and Feng Wushuang bowed and called:
"Grandma, according to your instructions, the news about you here has been known to all the major forces, but..."
"But what?"
The old woman raised her eyes.
"However, except for Ning Wuqiu, the leader of Mitian Cult, who set off immediately, no one else responded for the time being...
Qi Daoguang also killed the elders of the sect..."
Feng Wushuang felt a little nervous and didn't dare to hide anything.
"Qi Daoguang? Oh, he is Xuanba Xiao'er's apprentice? He is also a good prospect. Unfortunately, someone has taken a liking to him and cannot move for the time being...
As for the others, they dare not not come."
The old woman spoke slowly and with such weakness that Feng Wushuang doubted whether she could kill her if she took action at this time.
But this thought only flashed through her mind, and she suppressed it in her heart, not daring to reveal it at all.
"Someone is interested in Qidaoguang?"
Feng Wushuang's heart moved.
"However, counting the time, he has almost crossed the threshold. After finishing his busy work here, he can..."
The old woman walked around and asked casually:
"By the way, the inner treasury of the teaching was stolen last time..."
"Um?"
Facing those turbid and inexplicably terrifying eyes, Feng Wushuang almost lost her composure, but fortunately she lowered her head in time:
"It's Lin Wenjun, the saint in the sect. She took advantage of the emptiness in the sect and wanted to open the inner treasury and steal the treasures. Fortunately, the restriction left by grandma was so powerful that she was scared away..."
In the Liansheng Sect, there is only one forbidden area that the Saintess and even the nine elders are not allowed to approach.
That is the inner treasury that stores all the rare things collected by the Liansheng Cult in the past three thousand years.
"Lin Wenjun? Does that little guy have such courage?"
The old woman pretended to be surprised, but took a deep look at Feng Wushuang, who looked at her nose with her eyes, her nose with her heart, and answered cautiously:
"Wushuang doesn't know about this anymore. However, the disciple has sent people to capture her, but I don't know if there is anything missing from the inner treasury?"
"Can't throw it away, can't throw it away."
The old woman smiled indifferently:
"That little guy has little cultivation and wants to steal my inner treasury. Naturally, it's impossible. But you, Wushuang..."
"great progress."
This sentence made Feng Wushuang break into cold sweat. If the noise coming from far away hadn't attracted the former's attention, she would have almost lost her composure.
This kind of terror of wandering on the edge of a cliff and facing possible catastrophe at any time was far more thrilling to her than the battle of life and death.
"That little guy..."
Glancing at the noisy little guy in the distance, the old woman's smile became even more kind than Feng Wushuang expected:
"Call the elders, saints, and masters of the religion from the nearby state capitals. I want to recruit a holy son..."
"Son?!"
Feng Wushuang was horrified, looking at the noisy children in the distance with a somewhat unbelievable look.
This old guy is so aggressive that he wants to adopt a godson?!
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"What a troubled time..."
In the sea of clouds, Wang Muzhi stood on the back of an eagle, constantly urging the 'Spectral Shadow' to capture the energy in the dark.
Thinking about what he saw at a glance, he felt very urgent in his heart. However, not long after, the flying eagle under his seat began to cry out in mourning.
The next day, even if there are pills to make up for it, the physical and mental strength of this flying eagle has reached its limit.
The speed of an eagle is unparalleled in the world, but its endurance is far from comparable to that of oxen and horses, let alone humans.
The flying eagle under his seat has been carefully cultivated for many years, but it can fly for only four hours at a time. Of course, this refers to the time it takes to fly carrying people.
"fall!"
No matter how anxious he was, Wang Muzhi had no choice but to press the button and instruct the flying eagle to come down and rest.
call!
After receiving the promise, the flying eagle felt as if it had been granted amnesty. One dive made it fall more than a hundred feet, and several dives later, it landed on the official road.
"Go find food and rest by yourself..."
After throwing a few pills at him, Wang Muzhi knew that he could not act too hastily and had to let him go.
At this time, it was already dusk, and there were few people on the official road. There were only a few caravans walking. When they saw Wang Muzhi descending on an eagle, they all stayed away.
The price of a flying eagle is far greater than that of a dragon or horse.
Many people with extra wealth can afford dragons and horses, but flying eagles are as precious as armor or bows and crossbows, and are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
People who can fly on eagles are not accessible to them.
"call!"
With his thoughts in mind, Wang Muzhi scanned the surroundings and walked slowly towards the wine shop not far away.
The flying eagle landed here and saw that there was a place to rest here.
This wine shop is quite large, with three floors and a large backyard. When Wang Muzhi approached, he casually scanned the wine shop and found that under the fluttering wine flags, many carriages had been parked, and caravans were unloading goods.
But as dusk approached, they all rested here.
This was obviously a normal wine shop, but Wang Mu glanced at it and smelled something unusual.
"Why are there so many monsters and demons in this world..."
After sighing softly, Wang Muzhi spoke:
"Wang doesn't like to be in the same place with outsiders, everyone, everyone, please leave!"
boom!
A slight rebuke was like rolling thunder.
Wang Muzhi had never used any sonic skills, but when the Martial Saint drank it, it was enough to stimulate people's emotions. Even the slightest mention of his voice caused the horses outside the wine shop to fall to the ground in shock.
The drinkers and merchants in the wine shop even crawled away, and no one in front or behind dared to complain or slander.
His movements were quick and he even took away the sundries he had left behind.
Wang Muzhi is not surprised. Those who dare to walk outside these days are not human beings. They are also accustomed to observing words and expressions.
If he is kind and persuasive, there will be no shortage of people to argue with him, but if he gives him a cold shout, most likely no one will dare to say no.
In this way, the cup of tea was over, and when he walked into the wine shop, the huge three-story wine shop was completely empty, except for the second floor, where a drunkard wearing a hat was slowly shaking his wine glass.
"Wang Muzhi, a man from Wanxiang Mountain? There are countless people in the world who are accustomed to hiding their clumsiness, but none of them can compare to you..."
The moment the footsteps stopped, his wine glass also stopped, and a dim light appeared under the bamboo hat:
"Who would have thought that Qi, who was not ranked at the top of the mountain and river rankings, would cross the threshold of the Martial Saint in one fell swoop..."
"Red-blooded Taoist..."
Wang Muzhi stopped, raised his eyes, and looked at the man in a bamboo hat on the second floor. His eyes moved slightly, a little surprised, but also a little surprised:
"No wonder you were able to escape the pursuit of King Zhao of Xifu back then. It turned out that you surrendered to that old witch!"
More than thirty years ago, the imperial court was in chaos, and countless masters were killed, but it also caused a huge backlash.
One of them is the Scarlet Blooded Taoist.
This man's whereabouts are secretive, his martial arts skills are extremely high, and he possesses the magical power of "turning the ground into steel". He once assassinated the previous generation King Long Yuan while being strangled by thousands of armies.
Later, Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu, pursued him for several months, and then disappeared without a trace. It has been more than thirty years now...
"Zhang Xuan Ba!"
In silence, the cloak tore open, revealing the terrifying face underneath that was as ferocious as a demon.
He was an old man no more than five feet tall. He was dressed in a spacious black robe, but it could not hide the terrifying skinless body underneath.
"you are wrong."
The red-blooded Taoist's voice was hoarse:
"Even with her help, I still died in the hands of that old man. Unfortunately, that old man claimed to be extremely skilled in martial arts, but he never expected that being killed by him was the last step of my refining ritual..."
"You seem a little smug?"
Wang Muzhi said coldly:
"To live like you, life would be worse than death."
"Why can't I be complacent? Zhang Xuanba was so arrogant back then, but what about now?"
The red-blooded Taoist laughed, his voice as shrill as a night owl:
"As long as I live, it will be the end of the Zhang family. I will kill the Zhang family in the world and destroy their caste to avenge that day!"
"Today, even though he died, he is still the King of Zhao in Xifu, and his name can be passed down to future generations for thousands of years, and you..."
The robe was moving without the wind, and Wang Muzhi gently rolled up the sleeves of the robe:
"It's just a dog that is about to be beaten to death by Wang.
Nameless evil dog!”
Boom!
As the words echoed, the entire wine shop collapsed, and along with smoke, dust and sand, a red light rose into the sky.
"Finger the ground becomes steel!"
Buzz~
Time seems to be frozen at this moment.
In the distance, many merchants and traders who had not left the official road could not help but scream and retreat when they heard the roar. When they boldly raised their eyes, they saw an extremely terrifying scene.
The restaurant that was shattered by Qi Jin was coated with a layer of red light in the long roar. Immediately, the building that was about to be shattered but not broken,
In the intertwining of the ubiquitous dust, it seemed to have turned into a steel cage, sealing everything inside.
Click!
Jumping to the sky, stepping heavily, the red-blooded Taoist laughed ferociously:
"So what about the Martial Saint? How can he be invincible compared to me... strangulation!"
With a stamp of his feet and a slight scolding, the steel cage made a huge buzzer, violently squeezing inward, and strangled!
He was able to escape to Dayan Mountain thirty years ago as a master because of this magical power.
With just a few thoughts, he can turn any object into gold and iron that he comes into contact with and recognizes for a short period of time!
Including, Gangqi and flesh and blood!
boom!
The huge cage collapsed and shattered, but Taoist Scarlet Blood's laughter stopped abruptly. He turned around suddenly and saw a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.
It is the yin and yang of Wanxiang Mountain.
"impossible!"
Seeing Wang Muzhi appear again, the red-blooded Taoist's face trembled wildly, and he screamed strangely but instead of retreating, he advanced.
"Finger the ground becomes steel!"
How fast is the Martial Saint's strike?
However, Wang Muzhi's attack was actually blocked by a dark iron barrier that suddenly appeared in the void and was more than ten feet thick!
The void actually turned into fine steel and black iron under his scolding!
only……
boom!
"ah!"
The moment Wang Mu's fist seal fell, the thickened black iron shield was not completely shattered, but the scarlet-blooded Taoist who was hiding behind couldn't help but scream.
"you……"
He was so angry that he coughed up blood, and before falling to the ground paralyzed, he heard the former's sneer:
"As long as you study for a few more years, you won't be able to use iron to block the electricity..."
Boom!
The ground seemed to be shaking and the mountains were shaking. Wang Muzhi withdrew his hands and fell to the ground. In front of him, there was a huge iron ball.
The yin-yang transformation hand paralyzed the person's body, but failed to solidify the person's will.
"Is this considered an escape technique?"
He casually dug open the large iron lump weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, and inside it, the red-blooded Taoist had already disappeared without a trace.
And its Qi movement was also scattered, going in all directions at the same time, at an extremely fast speed, and unable to be locked.
"No wonder Prince Zhao didn't kill this beast back then..."
Wang Muzhi didn't seem to care.
Taking a step forward, his body was split into two by the faint sunlight at dusk. Then, the two incarnations also took a step forward, each split into two, and transformed into four.
eight,
sixteen.
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It seems that with just one step, Wang Muzhi's figure has already transformed into sixty-four under the light of dusk.
And in the explosion of life and energy, it jumped in all directions!
Spectroscopy can not only separate light, but also form shadows!
After closing his eyes for a moment, Wang Muzhi saw blazing lightning flashing between his palms, and all the figures also formed yin-yang killing hands.
Then...
"burst!"
Rumble!
It was as if sixty-four martial saints had unleashed a unique move that overwhelmed the bottom of the box in an instant.
In an instant, everyone on the official road hundreds of feet away felt the ground shaking and couldn't help but fall to the ground.
Looking around in horror, he saw smoke and dust billowing from the ground, and a huge mushroom cloud rising into the sky.
Accompanied by screams...
"Wang Muzhi!"
In the billowing smoke, the red-blooded Taoist was in extreme pain. He was covered in black smoke and was almost vaporized by the raging electric light and disappeared.
"Not dead yet?!"
At this time, Wang Muzhi was a little shocked.
Although his Shadow Splitting Technique is difficult to use against martial saints of the same level due to its slow activation, he can still withstand this living target?!
"I will kill you!"
The red-blooded Taoist roared in fright and ran away wildly, but suddenly his body shook, as if he was locked by an invisible qi machine.
He suddenly raised his head and saw a golden shadow cutting through the night, accompanied by rolling thunder and an eagle's cry resounding across the sky.
"grass!"
Two chapters in one, good night everyone, the dog has to go to bed soon, go to bed early and get up early...