In the small courtyard, under the old tree, Yang Yu was playing with the bow-and-arrow-like copper pendant in his hand, thoughtfully.
Staying in this small town was naturally not a whim of Yang Yu.
In fact, the first person he looked for after leaving seclusion was Wang Muzhi, and the second person was Yu Lingxian, and he contacted Feng Wushuang through her.
And after communicating with the latter, staying here is not only to prepare for sitting down soon, but also to wait for Lin Wenjun.
But at this moment, his mind was not on the Sun-shooting Dao Fruit, but on himself...
After breaking through to the Martial Saint, he once looked for the innate heels and feet mentioned by Jiang Wuxuan, but could not see or touch them.
But during the half year of silent cultivation, although most of his efforts were on recasting the two-edged sword, practicing the Yuanci True Body Art, and melting black iron to cast bones.
At this time, a discovery was made.
Of course, this discovery was revealed through the entry on destiny.
The upper limit of his life increased from nine to ten, but he could faintly feel that this was not his limit yet.
[Fate number: eight purple, one gold, one red]
[Kui Xing kicks and fights (dark purple), Ji Kui enters the destiny (light purple), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (light purple), Fusion of Gold and Body Refining (light purple), Extraterrestrial Visitors (light purple), Innate Martial Luck (light purple)
, Heavenly Genius (Light Purple), Martial Saint Achievements (Light Purple), Heaven and Earth are all the same (dark gold), King Kong is indestructible (dark red)】
Ten lives, Kuixing kicking and fighting!
Realm breakthrough is not achieved overnight. The beauty of crossing the Dragon Gate lies in the transformation after the Martial Saint.
It is also the manifestation of the body's "reflection" outside.
Yang Yu guessed that this process was the improvement of innate heels.
[Kuixing kicks and fights to dominate: for a lifetime of martial arts, you will be the leader!]
"Kuixing kicks, the upper limit of life is increased, and the sun-shooting Dao fruit... all come together. Is this really a coincidence?"
Yang Yu thought about it in his mind, but he preferred to change his destiny.
[Fortune Blessed (Light Red)] After he came out of seclusion this time, it was changed to [Whenever time comes, heaven and earth are all the same (Dark Gold)]
And this is not his handwriting, it's more like he has combined something with something...
"Destiny..."
Unconsciously playing with the Sun-shooting Dao Fruit, Yang Yu's heart moved inexplicably. In a daze, he really felt like luck had come to him, and the heaven and earth were working together.
It's a pity that he already possesses a rank. Even if he doesn't have it, he still won't be able to refine this 'Nine-Glory Level Dao Fruit'.
However, Tao Fruit has a wide range of uses, and it can still be used even if it is not refined.
For example, in the past six months, he has tempered the greedy wolf fruit into a two-edged sword...
"Tian Zhu Liansheng?"
With thoughts swirling in his mind, he looked towards the small courtyard.
In the dusty courtyard, Lin Wenjun was tortured with cruel hands. The Holy Maiden of Mercy, who had defeated the God in his heart, was like a fanatical believer, respectful and respectful to him.
'Pity Life Teaching...'
Even if he was the one who benefited, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring.
This kind of method that twists people's minds and is so natural can be called weird.
The root of all this lies in the many secret techniques of Liansheng Cult, the step from beginner to master, which is to ‘invite God into the heart’.
In fact, he has learned various techniques from Yu Lingxian's "Old Mother Splitting Mountains" technique and has reached the state of transformation. However, because he has not "invited the spirit into his heart", he cannot achieve great success in the academy.
"Owner……"
Sensing Yang Yu's eyes, Lin Wenjun immediately stopped the torture, turned around in awe, and lowered his head:
"That old witch is indeed in Yunzhou, Dingyang City. It is said that that was where Zhang Yuanzhu's army was stationed..."
Having said this, she paused slightly, took out the secret letter that was pulled out from under the old woman's flesh, and handed it over:
"The mistress and the others are also in Dingyang City. The old witch has never harmed them. This time she called many elders in the sect to return, in order to...
It’s to…”
"Then the old witch wants to accept her younger brother as her holy son?"
After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yang Yu did not ask any more questions, but simply put the sun-shooting Dao Fruit into the mustard seed space, and disappeared into the small courtyard in a flash.
The next moment, he had arrived at the blacksmith shop in the outer city.
Inside the huge blacksmith shop, the flames were blazing and the temperature was so high that no ordinary person could get within three feet of it.
Yang Yu raised his eyes and saw that in the furnace, the two-edged sword was as red as blood, and a ferocious wolf's head was faintly visible on the handle.
Using dark iron as the furnace and the sun stone as firewood, after half a year and a two-edged sword, the greedy wolf Taoist fruit was finally contained within it.
Under the blazing firelight, his expression was uncertain.
Wu Sheng's breakthrough was just the beginning for him.
After twenty years of hard work, his heritage is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine, and there are too many things that can be broken through.
The body of the second level holding up the sky, the eleventh grade Yuanci True Body Technique, the eleventh grade Four Symbols of Heaven's Will, a thousand-forged black iron skeleton, ten lives, the recast Qianlong Divine Bow...
The many magic weapons captured were melted and cast, and the two-edged sword was pushed to ten thousand forgings...
There are so many things that can be done, but...
"After all, time waits for no one..."
With a sigh, Yang Yu stretched out his hand.
Holding the handle of the knife from the raging flames, a fierce sword light, accompanied by a knife cry so loud that the whole city could hear it, lifted the roof.
In the swirling air waves, Yang Yu raised his head and looked at the heavy snowstorm:
"The time has come..."
…
…
Huhu~
Dingyang City in the wind and snow is completely white. From the wide open city gate, pedestrians can be seen passing by, and the noisy and lively scene inside can be seen at a glance.
But when she reached this point, Yu Lingxian felt very uneasy. The unprecedented panic was rolling in her heart to the point where she could not stop.
"grandmother……"
That kind face appeared in his mind, but Yu Lingxian couldn't help but shudder. The others were pretty much the same.
The Liansheng Sect is secretly the largest sect in the world, with tens of millions of followers, but only a few of them can actually see that person.
Unfortunately, as a saint, she had studied under him for several days.
It only took a few days, but it was already an indelible nightmare in her heart...
"Sister Wushuang..."
From a distance, Yu Lingxian and a group of saints breathed a sigh of relief when they saw purple clothes flying at the city gate.
"Come with me."
Feng Wushuang had no expression on her face and turned around to walk towards the city.
Phew~
The moment he crossed the city gate, Yu Lingxian couldn't help but shudder again, feeling vaguely like falling into an ice cave.
Dingyang City is not considered an important city, nor is it a famous city on Longyuan Road, but it is the center of a palace and is naturally densely populated.
But at this moment, in this huge city, it was clear that the streets and alleys were full of people, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"This this……"
Others were even more miserable than her, especially the captains of the outer helms, whose faces were extremely pale. If they had not been smart enough, they would have tried to escape.
The scene in front of me was too weird.
Fixed!
In the huge city, all the people, animals, and things in the streets and alleys were frozen!
Yu Lingxian resisted the fear and looked at it. There were expressions on the faces of those people, indicating that they were still busy at the moment before the freeze.
This shows that they were fixed at the same time!
"Sister Wushuang..."
In an instant, these masters of the Liansheng Cult, who were called evil heretics by the people in the world, all broke out in cold sweat.
The most unbearable thing is that the two groups are fighting.
For them, even if the city was slaughtered to ashes, with rivers of blood and mountains of bones, they would not be so shocked.
"Grandma, I'm waiting for you."
Feng Wushuang had no expression on her face. She didn't stop or explain, she just walked on her own.
Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't dare to run away, so they had no choice but to follow.
As we walked through a main street, our sight suddenly became wider. A huge square lay flat in front of everyone's eyes, and the city was almost flattened.
Instead, there are altars that are either high or low.
Thousands of Lisheng disciples gathered here, sitting cross-legged around many altars without saying a word.
"arrive……"
When she reached this point, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but pause at her feet and looked towards the center where thousands of people gathered. There, there was an altar ninety-nine feet high.
It has black iron as the frame and white jade as the surface. On it, there are many Dharma flags fluttering like jade belts. Under a layer of tulle, a kind old woman holding a baby in her arms can be seen.
"grandmother!"
Under the altar, Feng Wushuang bowed and saluted, and then found an open space to sit down. People behind him saluted and hurriedly took their seats.
"My mother's dharma body descends to the great thousand and spreads all dharma across the heaven and earth!
Pangu was born in one day, and the heaven and earth were clear and turbid from then on.
Nuwa was born on the second day, and her spiritual wisdom came to the world.
On the third day of the birth of the Yuan Dynasty, all kinds of things can have their origins.
Four days of mourning,..."
boom!
I don't know who shouted loudly, and thousands of masters of Lian Sheng Cult all shouted, "Old Mother's Seven-Day Creation Sutra."
The sound waves soared into the sky, almost blowing away the heavy wind and snow.
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
…
The sound of worship and praise, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, spread far away, shocking many invited people outside the city.
The person who can accept the invitation and come here must at least be a great master who practices the unity of nature and man.
In the sound that sounded like a roaring mountain or a tsunami, they heard endless fanaticism and terror. In a trance, a huge statue of a god appeared in front of their eyes.
boom!
boom!
There seemed to be thunderclaps in the sky with heavy snow in the middle of winter.
The endless and rich aroma of incense filled the air, accompanied by the sound of praise like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Lu Qingting's heart trembled.
Behind him, the Seven Tribulations Sword was vibrating violently. After passing through this Ten Thousand Forged Divine Weapon, his vision blurred.
Suddenly, the wind and snow no longer existed.
The wilderness outside the city became bustling with people, and countless voices of praise and worship rang out from the wind and snow, from the earth, and from the void.
This is the power of incense that has been preached for three thousand years by Liansheng Cult, and is so strong that it is beyond anyone’s imagination.
"This old witch..."
Yu Baimei's heart was beating wildly, and her long eyebrows were constantly twitching. The mind that had been practicing for three hundred years was shrouded in shadow at this moment.
An unprecedented throbbing surged in his heart.
Dozens of miles away, with the White Crane below and the Seven Tribulations Sword at his side, he actually felt the horror of the thin line between life and death!
"Amitabha!"
On the top of another mountain, hundreds of warrior monks were sitting on their knees, chanting the Buddha's name in unison, and they were also very moved.
"Such a strong desire for incense..."
Under the chants of the Buddha, an old monk who was almost dying spoke hoarsely.
He is the contemporary Zen Master Guangjue of Lanke Temple, and the only eminent monk in Buddhism who has become a martial sage.
At this moment, he bowed to the young monk with red teeth and white teeth and saluted with his hands among the group of monks:
"Uncle Master, how high is this senior's merit?"
The young monk clasped his hands together, his cassock moving wildly, and his voice was desolate and old:
"Living gods and Buddhas!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
Within a year, the masters who accepted the invitations came not only from Xuankong Mountain and Lanke Temple, but also from Yu Baimei, Guangjue and Huandan.
Further away, Jiang Wuyan, Ning Wuqiu, Wulongsheng... and even many powerful men whose reputations were unknown and who were said to have closed the door to death also appeared one after another.
Either cold, frightened, horrified, or dignified, they were all looking at Anyang City, or in other words, the huge statue of the god that was invisible to the naked eye.
And the kind old woman on the altar in the city.
"die!"
"die!"
"die!"
Further away, Chu Tianyi, who had traveled through mountains and rivers, was sweating profusely in this windy and snowy day, and was extremely frightened.
When he received the invitation, he definitely didn't look like he was here.
But he still came.
Along the way, he activated his magical power of 'knowing the future against the will' countless times, thinking through all the possibilities and all the escape routes.
His final discovery made him despair to the extreme.
No matter where he escapes or where he goes, the only result waiting for him is death!
On the contrary, when you come here, you have such a slim line between life and death...
Can……
"Where is the vitality? Where is it?!"
Under the indescribable pressure, Chu Tianyi's seven orifices oozed pus and blood, but he continued to activate his magical powers again and again, trying to find the glimmer of hope.
when!
when!
when!
It seemed like a moment, but it seemed like half a day. Under the attention of countless people, a bell rang in Anyang City.
The sound of the bell finally overwhelmed the roar of the mountains and the tsunami of praise.
The bell rang eighteen times and stopped.
At this time, under the gaze of thousands of believers under the altar, the gauze on the altar faded away, and the old woman's voice suppressed all the noise in the world, echoing in the ears and hearts of everyone inside and outside the city.
.
"Since you are here, why don't you come in?!"
A simple sentence seemed to be more powerful than any sonic skill. Dozens of miles outside the city, there were martial arts masters who were hacked to death.
He ran away without saying a word, but within a few steps, he screamed and fell on his back. A bloody hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows!
It seems like an arrow has penetrated the entrance between the eyebrows!
This is,
"Nailhead Arrow Book Spell!"
The plain and old voice echoed between heaven and earth:
"Zhang Xuanba was killed by seven arrows. How many arrows should you receive?"
quiet!
There was deathly silence inside and outside the city.
Under the altar, Feng Wushuang's face was pale. She glanced around and saw the Dharma flag flying above the altar.
A person's name and birth date were clearly written on it, including myself...
"In today's world, there is not even a single junior who can go to the city to face his old age..."
There was regret and indifference in his voice.
However, there was no response.
The cold wind outside the city seemed to be suppressed, and there was no sound for a long time.
"snort!"
Yu Baimei couldn't help it. Just as he was about to pull out the Seven Tribulations Sword from Lu Qingting's back, he heard thunder and wind.
A square-shaped painted halberd fell from the sky accompanied by a long roar:
"How can you, an old turtle dove who has no descendants, have any descendants? Master, there is one, and I'm here to kill you!"
Good night, good night, by the way, I would like to recommend a copy of "Xianwu Datang: Starting from the Rich Woman". In the Xianwu Datang, the people are open and open. Chen Yanjun traveled through time and became a student in the seventh courtyard of the Imperial College who was mediocre in talent, frail and sick, but too handsome. He was killed by a man who had sacrificed his life.
The beautiful woman who was rescued supported her studies and practice. She was regarded by her classmates as a pretty boy who only knew how to eat soft food. He was only in his early twenties and had a dandy son of the same age as him and a classmate daughter who was suspected of not liking men.
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Even though he brought some cheats with him when he traveled through time, Chen Yanjun still couldn’t calm down:
"Good guy, I have a son and a daughter at the beginning... This is not the time-travel start I wanted."