Chapter 748 Completely refining the human seed bag!
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Buzz~
In the dark cave, there are two colors of red and gold intertwined. In the blink of an eye, Qi Daoguang is sitting cross-legged.
His chest was rising and falling, and there seemed to be faint rays of light swimming and intertwining under his skin.
"The difficulty of becoming a Martial Saint is twice that of ascending to the sky. But, it was finally accomplished, but..."
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and blew out the light on Fang Tian's painted halberd that was stuck upside down in front of him. Qi Daoguang slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the dim cave turned completely white, and invisible waves spread, causing the entire mountain to tremble.
Suppressing all the breaths and the desire to roar deep in his heart, Qi Daoguang sighed slightly:
"After all, it's not as good as the old man..."
After forty years of practice, I finally broke through the threshold that has trapped countless heroes and geniuses to death!
Countless times, he had thought about today and how happy and wanton he would be after his breakthrough.
But at this moment, there was no joy in his heart, only a touch of melancholy.
The old man is no longer here...
Phew~
Qi Daoguang slowly closed his eyes, and the cave dimmed. After a long time, he opened his eyes again.
"Old man, I will take back your gold-plated phoenix wings, and I will continue your path to immortality for you!
I will send all your enemies one by one to accompany you!"
hold head high!
It seemed as if an extremely high-pitched dragon roar was breaking through the mountain. Qi Daoguang stepped out in one step and smashed the mountain wall in front of him like a dragon.
"get out!"
Boom!
It seemed like a big sun was blooming in the valley, and the gloomy night instantly dispersed, and the colliding ripples rolled and scattered in all directions.
A figure quickly retreated and landed on the back of the dragon eagle that was flying in the sky.
"This halberd has a bit of Zhang Xuanba's style, and he deserves to be his successor!"
The night wind blew, blowing people in black robes to hunt, and also blew their cold laughter to all parts of the valley.
"Mitian Cult Leader Ning Wuqiu? How dare you call the old man by his first name? A dog-like thing?"
Holding Fang Tian's painted halberd at an angle, Qi Daoguang glanced at the person approaching and sneered back:
"With your foundation in the Mitian Sect, I'm afraid you can't regenerate a severed limb, right? Who are you going to make a dog for?"
Seven Kills Palace, Qiankun Cave, or Eternal Heavenly Wheel Temple?"
"You sharp-tongued little bastard, if you want to anger me, then you have indeed done it..."
On Longying's back, Ning Wuqiu's eyes were cold:
"If I hadn't recovered my vitality at this moment, I would have caused your soul to die today!"
In the mountains and forests at night, there is a chilling atmosphere, which is more severe and unbearable than the heavy snow in the middle of winter.
Huhu~
Qi Daoguang stood on the top of the mountain, his robes flying behind him, his arrogance like fire, and his sharp edge:
"If you miss today, your strength will be restored. If I kill you, it will be like killing a dog!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, I would rather not ask for anything than get angry or startled, but instead laughed in response:
"It's ridiculous, pitiful! Qi Daoguang, you went astray without knowing it, and you still want to kill me. It's really ridiculous!"
"Really ridiculous."
Qidaoguang nodded in agreement:
"I miss you Ning Wuqiu. Fifty years ago, you were promoted to the rank of Martial Saint, and even held the rank of Night Demon of the Ten Capitals. But now, even when you see me, you are accompanied by a dragon eagle and don't dare to go to the ground..."
"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous!"
The laughter suddenly stopped, and Ning Wuqiu's face suddenly darkened:
"Arrogant!"
After uttering these two words, he seemed to have lost the desire to speak. He shook his hand and a big red invitation flew out:
"If you have the guts, I'll be waiting for you in Anyang!"
call!
Fang Tian drew his halberd across the sky and caught the page of invitations. Under the dim moonlight, Qi Daoguang raised his brows and looked moved:
"A nest of snakes and rats, the ancients would not deceive me..."
Forgetting to glance at Long Ying who was leaving the dust, a suspicious and intense light flashed in his eyes:
"Then the old witch actually got out of trouble? Who broke the old man's backhand..."
Qi Daoguang was frightened and angry, and he also stopped thinking about slowly stabilizing his realm. While leaving the valley, he slowly stabilized his realm.
"Nie Longtian is suspected of dying in Dushan Fantasy Land..."
"Xu Wenji led 200,000 troops and destroyed the golden tent. King Youhan of the royal court came to the capital to repel the enemy?"
"Kill the seven kings outside the Great Wall, restart the eight kings' political discussions, and collect the eight tribes from the sacred mountain?"
"King Ding'an asked for help from various sources. Li Chuang, a native of Qingzhou, proclaimed himself king and recruited 800,000 elite men. Do you want to take Ding'an in one battle?"
"The Mitian Sect passed through the seventh pass, fought three times with the leader Ning Wuqiu, and gained great power in the sect..."
"Song Tian Dao Bian Zhou disappeared without a trace. It is suspected that he has entered the fantasy world of immortals and demons?"
"The iron current flows across the sea. After returning from the sea, the six major islands in the South China Sea were collected, and the power expanded unprecedentedly..."
"The dragon has closed its door to death in the cold pool..."
"Mother Lisheng reappeared in the world and invited heroes from all over the world to Anyang Mansion in Yunzhou..."
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Qi Daoguang couldn't help but feel a little confused after learning the major events that had happened in the world in recent months through secret channels.
After being in seclusion for several months, why do I feel like I have gone through a lot of changes?
When he saw the latest and most recent one, his eyes couldn't help but condense:
"Northwestern King Yang Yu, kill Fan Ruyi?!"
Kill Fanruyi?!
This news shocked him far more than the birth of Liansheng's mother. For a moment, he was in a daze.
"He broke through?"
After reading all the information over and over again, a frightening thought emerged in his mind:
"He killed Fan Ruyi before he became a martial saint?!"
In the small town restaurant at noon, Qi Daoguang, who had long been protected from the cold and heat, felt a chill in his heart.
How was this done?
magic weapon?
Supernatural power?
Taoism?
still……
"Uncle, I will be very happy about your achievement as a Martial Saint..."
Several Qi family masters were trembling with excitement. If they had not known that something was wrong, they would have looked up to the sky and howled.
This is the Martial Saint!
After a long time, Qi Daoguang came back to his senses, suppressed all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and asked in a deep voice:
"How many invitations did the old witch send out?"
"this……"
Several masters of the Qi family looked at each other and shook their heads.
"The Lian Sheng Sect has always been known as the number one sect in the world. Although it is not recognized, it is extremely powerful and spreads all over the world. This invitation is not sent from one place, but from nine channels, and even many branches outside the Great Wall are sent out at the same time.
Going out..."
One of the old men replied:
"I don't know how many have been sent out, but most of them are great masters. There are only a few who don't know their origins, but thinking about it, they are most likely masters of supernatural powers..."
The Lian Sheng Sect covers all Taoism and countries, and its number of followers is unmatched by ordinary sects. If anyone wants to monitor so many branches, no one except the imperial court can do it.
but……
"Although this old demon has invited many people, the one-year period is short after all, and only those who are closer can catch up...
Moreover, it’s not certain that many people will come.”
After finishing speaking in one breath, the old man took a sip of tea from the cup.
"No, most people who accept the invitation will go."
Qi Daoguang glanced at the invitations on the table, his eyes cold:
"This is more than just an invitation... it's also a threat!"
"threaten?"
"If you don't go to see her, she will come to you!"
"this……"
Several masters of the Qi family couldn't help but change their expressions.
"By the way, why did the old witch stay in Yunzhou? Logically speaking, the home of the Liansheng Cult is on Ding'an Road..."
As he said that, Qidaoguang seemed to have thought of something:
"Is it because..."
"cough!"
The old man coughed lightly. Even though he was in the box with the Martial Saint beside him, he still subconsciously transmitted the message:
"Uncle, your guess is right. The old witch's choice of Yunzhou is indeed related to the battle four hundred years ago..."
Four or five hundred years ago, the world was in chaos. The Liansheng Sect took advantage of the situation and raised its flag of rebellion. Although it was suppressed by the imperial court, many of the rebellions that followed were closely related to the Liansheng Sect.
Including Zhang Yuanzhu.
However, after Zhang Yuanzhu gained power, he was the first to raise his butcher knife and attack the Liansheng Sect, and he really hurt the foundation of the Liansheng Sect.
"It is said that more than 400 years ago, Zhang Yuanzhu's last battle took place in Yunzhou. He used all the knowledge of the imperial court and even the fate of the country..."
Qi Daoguang's heart moved slightly as he thought of the old events.
The Qi family has a long history, and some people even participated in that battle. He vaguely remembered some of the records.
Even after that battle, rumors spread, some said that that battle cut off all the dragon veins in the Central Plains...
"Could it be that there are still things left by Zhang Yuanzhu in Yunzhou?"
"My uncle has a clever plan, and my subordinates admire it."
Hearing Qi Daoguang's muttering to himself, all the Qi family masters couldn't help but admire them, but they didn't dare to show off:
"A few days ago, a master made a secret visit to Anyang City, where he discovered the fluctuations in the fairyland..."
"The fantasy world of immortals and demons left by Zhang Yuanzhu?"
Qi Daoguang was thoughtful, but said no more.
After putting away the invitation, he asked the question he was most concerned about:
"Where is Yang Prison?"
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Wang Muzhi, who returned at starry night, did not go directly to Longyuan Palace, but came outside the city.
Huhu~
Under the heavy snow in early winter, the Longyuan River had already frozen everywhere, and only the armored cars running on the railway tracks kept running around day and night.
The armored chariot road built by Qi Changfa began to operate a few years later. It was precisely because of the Yunzhou War that not many farmers were mobilized.
"Chi Dao, Jia Cha... That Qi Changfa is worthy of the status of divine work."
After taking a look at the armored vehicles whizzing by, Wang Muzhi sighed slightly and carried the dying Scarlet Blood Taoist to a temple on the bank of Longyuan River.
This is a Dragon King temple that was newly built a few years ago, but it has little popularity because the owner of the temple is Yu Fengxian.
"Wang Muzhi?"
Sensing the arrival of someone, the temple door suddenly opened. A man dressed in red was behind him, but the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was in front.
"What are you doing here?"
Yu Fengxian was always rude when he spoke, but Wang Muzhi naturally didn't mind and just smiled:
"The princess's merits are getting more and more profound, and she will be promoted to a martial saint in the near future..."
"Why, are you here to laugh at my princess!"
Hearing this, Yu Fengxian's face darkened.
In recent years, with the chaos in the world, many people in Longyuan Dao have been promoted to the Martial Saint on the chessboard.
Especially after the news about Zhang Xuanba's inheritance spread about her.
However, the difficulty of being a martial saint is not easy. Even though she has inherited the Qi inherited from her grandfather and Zhang Xuanba, she is still one step away from knocking on that door.
And apart from that, her Dao Fruit is far from approaching the Ten Capitals...
Therefore, in the past few months, every time someone mentioned Wu Sheng, she felt very upset.
"Of course not..."
Wang Muzhi was dumbfounded, but didn't care. He just threw the red-blooded Taoist to the ground:
"To be honest, Wang came here because he wanted to exchange this person for a place in the Yunzhou Prefecture..."
"impossible!"
Yu Fengxian flatly refused, her eyes filled with evil:
"Wang Muzhi, don't think that just because you are a Martial Saint, you can insult our Long Yuan lineage arbitrarily! This princess is not afraid to tell you that even though you are a Martial Saint, I may not be able to do anything to you!"
"Yes, yes, yes. The princess is the inheritor designated by Prince Zhao. She is not the enemy of Wang, but..."
Taking a step back to avoid the slashing Qinglong Yanyue Sword, Wang Muzhi sighed:
"Can't you just listen to what I have to say? This person is..."
boom!
The light of the sword suddenly appeared, accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of the sword. It was clearly the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, but Wang Muzhi faintly noticed the shadow of the gold-plated phoenix wings.
The princess who inherited Zhang Xuanba's mantle has gradually undergone an incredible transformation, making him feel threatened.
"Even if he is the King of Heaven, I can't do it!"
Without saying a word, there was a big fight.
Yu Fengxian's temperament has always been strong. When she was young, it was because her parents died young, but now, it is because she has become the backbone of Long Yuan and must never show her weakness.
After retreating again and again, Wang Muzhi took advantage of every opportunity and said why he came: "Actually, the reason why Wang is here is because of my junior brother..."
call!
The sword he slashed out suddenly retracted, Yu Fengxian coughed slightly, and looked at the old Taoist who looked like charcoal on the ground:
"Who is this person? If we can convince grandma, it's not impossible to discuss..."
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"The sky is a tent and the earth is a felt. The sun, moon and stars accompany me to sleep in the morning!"
It seems that a rooster crows, dispersing the night, and the red sun rises in the east, spreading endless light.
The moment the divine intention touched the human race bag, everything in Yang Yu's ears and heart was filled with the extremely blazing and masculine fist intention.
This is not the first time that he has sensed this majestic and domineering fist intention, but even now, he can't help but admire his achievements as a martial saint.
Three thousand years of ancient history, the stars are shining brightly, and there are too many talented and heroic people, but no matter how they are arranged, the person in front of me must be one of the first few.
His civil and military skills are not inferior to any emperors in ancient and modern times, and his martial arts achievements are comparable to those of Bodhidharma, a sloppy Taoist, who can be called a monument.
but……
The moment the Tiangang fist exploded, Yang Yu also moved.
He came prepared, and at this moment he put all his strength into it, his will boiling and burning like a flame, turning into actual fist intention and emptied out.
Turning arrows into fists is Heavenly Will Fist and Four Symbols Fist!
Buzz!
The blazing fist light exploded in front of my eyes.
Compared to the fist intention of the top martial artist in front of him, Yang Yu's fist intention seemed to be destroyed at the first touch, but this was the subtlety of his punch.
Zhang Yuanzhu's Tiangang Fist covers the eight wastelands and kneads the domineering power of nature, and his punch is like the blazing sun or the bright moon.
Like the breeze, like thunder and lightning...
This is the essence of the martial arts he has practiced for twenty years, and it is also the catalyst for his ultimate martial arts.
How can the vastness of the sky suppress this style of Tiangang Fist?!
You know, this is one of the martial arts monuments that even Zhang Xuanba at his peak respected extremely...
call!
With one punch, Yang Yu's mind was empty.
For this moment, he practiced hard in the Bodhidharma Enlightenment Diagram for three years, and he didn't know how many times he was defeated by this fist intention.
At this moment, the light was emitted, and for a moment, it seemed to completely suppress the Tiangang Fist.
‘It’s done?!’
This thought had already dissipated into the invisible before it flashed through his mind. In such a fierce collision, Yang Yu's heart was shaken for a moment.
At this moment, for the first time, he saw the depth of the bright fist light.
In a daze, he seemed to see the emperor Mianqi, with his extremely powerful body under the flying dragon robe.
And, that deafening roar:
"I'm a Dongyang commoner, how can heaven and earth help me?!"
Boom!
The huge courtyard trembled, and dark iron ingots piled up to a height of ten feet fell to the ground with a crash.
"I was careless..."
Glittering drops of blood overflowed from the mouth, nose, orifices, and even the pores all over the body and then flowed back.
Yang Yu's vision went black, and his brain was buzzing. A collision of fists was simply more dangerous and tiring than a battle between him and the Martial Saint.
The fist spirit left behind by the Ming Taizu was beyond his imagination.
At that moment, he almost thought he had seen Zhang Xuanba at his peak...
"This fist intention may be more precious than the human race bag..."
Caressing the bloody and swollen Heavenly Eye between his brows, Yang Yun had this idea in his mind, but he did not try to stir up the fist intention that had been accommodated in the Heavenly Eye.
Instead, he weighed the human race bag:
"How much background does the imperial court have here?"