Chapter 786: Carrying forward the past and opening up the future!
The past five years have been the most painful five years for Yang Prison.
The Seal of Sacrifice created by the old woman Liansheng is a self-destructive technique in which the weak defeats the strong and perishes with the enemy.
A body-sacrifice seal contains not only blood, true energy, and true power, but also the imprint of one's own practice.
After five years of suffering, Yang Prison stopped fighting against him almost all the time.
And the long suffering, after being reversed and wiped out, turned into huge nutrients, nourishing his blood and spirit.
With this, Yang Yu overcame a long period of accumulation and raised his martial arts will to an extremely high level in one fell swoop!
Until this time, his simple martial arts practice was already comparable to that of Bodhidharma, the sloppy Taoist, the old demon from the Black Mountain, and other ancient and modern men who were extremely powerful in this way.
Only second to Zhang Xuanba from Qishashan.
This step took Bodhidharma two armors, the sloppy Taoist took a hundred years, and the old demon from Montenegro spent eight lifetimes practicing...
The essence of boxing intention!
Taking this step, the doubts that had once puzzled him were all solved.
For example, the various secret techniques taught by Liansheng.
There was a time when he could not understand the so-called "preserving the spirit into the heart" in the 'Splitting Mountain Old Mother's Secret Art', even though he practiced it himself and fought against many masters of the Lian Sheng Cult.
But when he reached the realm, he instantly understood the mystery of this.
And by analogy, he uses his body to carry the will of martial arts, avoiding the suppression and rejection of Tao fruits and ranks by the majestic blood in the physical body.
To achieve...
"The essence of fist intention is like ghosts and gods!"
boom!
With a heavy step on the huge Kuixing phantom, thousands of acres of smoke and dust were evacuated, and the huge fire in the sky fell to the bottom in an instant.
At that moment, the extremely shrill and shrill ghostly howling sound stung the hearts of everyone inside and outside the small town.
Finally, the mad monk who was in great shock was awakened.
"Amitabha!"
Along with the name of the Buddha, this great monk, whose name has been passed down through the ages and is known as the Living Buddha in the world of mortals, also showed his extremely powerful practice.
With a flick of his sleeves, everyone within a radius of a hundred feet, including Jiang Xiazi, Yan Longxing and others who were lucky enough to survive, fell out one after another.
Then, it was accompanied by his extremely long breathing sound.
Little by little, wisps, and streaks of fire were like living creatures, like pythons, like dragons, like tides, coming towards him against the current.
"Come back, come back..."
Buzz!
The balance of the raging sea of fire was instantly broken, and the firelight that was incombustible instantly faded. The first thing that was noticed was naturally the eight-way ghost in the sea of fire.
They have lost their bodies and have no intelligence, but they are extremely sensitive to things that threaten their existence.
At this moment, they sensed a crisis that could destroy themselves, but they also captured the hope of getting out of trouble.
"Roar!"
"Bah!"
"ah!"
…
Under the huge stimulation, they seemed to get rid of the fear of the ghosts and gods in front of them, roaring and carrying waves of fire, and rushed towards them.
The magical powers that he had during his lifetime also exploded.
The reason why Tao ghosts are different from ordinary ghosts is not only because they are hiddenly connected with Tao fruit and are extremely difficult to kill, but also because they still possess magical powers.
And without a physical body, he is bound by his spiritual intelligence, and his magical powers can be used more rapidly and violently than before in life.
However, they lack intelligence and have no instincts. Although the magical powers they exert are powerful, they completely ignore the priority.
At the same time as the magical power penetrated the reflection, Yang Yu's eyebrows flashed, and the reflection reappeared. With a heavy kick, he trampled under his feet the few ghosts that he had time to avoid in the future!
Then, the mouth opened wide, and the Purple Gold Gourd, Longyuan Sword, and Evil Suppressing Seal all burst out with dazzling light.
'swallow'
'cut'
‘royal’
At this moment, Yang Yu truly felt the power of the Ten Capitals of the Jida.
With the support of his reflection body, the blessing of martial arts will, and the seven natal lives that Tongyou changed as a guide, the "Kuixing Kick Fight" he triggered cannot be compared with the real Shidu Kuixing.
However, the three great fruits that make up the Kuixing are extremely active, and the movement of fortune has never been smoother.
In an instant, the light of Long Yuan's ghost-killing sword seemed to ignore the distance in the void and struck eight ghost figures at the same time.
Accompanied by a shrill scream, the light of the evil-suppressing seal fell, locking all the scattered ghosts in place.
Finally, the purple-gold evil-eating treasure gourd shook violently, and the eight ghosts without the flames hiding behind them were all swallowed up.
boom!
It was only then that the huge roar of Kuixing's step resounded through the whole city, and the waves of emptying air also flowed back against the current.
Like a passing hurricane, it blows away the rootless firewood, scattering it like shooting stars across the sky, illuminating the deep moonless night.
call!
This scene is almost reaching its climax.
Many people's thoughts and vision were still stuck on the moment when Yang Yu stepped out, but in the next moment, all eight ghost figures had been captured.
The sea of fire that spread throughout the city also dissipated.
It was so fast that most people had not yet reacted.
However, Yan Longxing, who was also looking like charcoal, was the first to react. He suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and tried to escape with his sword.
But I heard a voice with a faint smile ringing in my ears:
"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
This was just a calm word, but Yan Longxing, who was walking with a sword and could escape ten miles in an instant, stopped in place.
Even though the sword light kept surging like fire, he still didn't even take a step forward.
"Jiang Xiazi!"
Yan Longxing's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar was almost broken.
Under his frantic urging, the magical power from behind was broken through by him in just a few moments, but it also completely eliminated the possibility of him escaping.
A hand reached out unhurriedly and firmly grasped the back of his neck.
"Yang..."
Yan Longxing's heart felt cold, and what also cooled him was the divine sword, which was as red as blood, and the mana surging throughout his body.
With just a gentle touch of his hand, he didn't even have the strength to speak...
"King Yang has unparalleled martial arts skills and immeasurable magical powers. He can easily catch any little kid..."
No one reacted faster than Jiang Xiazi. Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai, who were both members of the Yin Division, were still immersed in the shock of Kuixing's appearance. He had already rushed to Yang Yu before everyone else, and held his hands with a smile, showing the utmost humility.
What he can do.
"Jiang Xiazi..."
The corners of Yan Longxing's eyes burst into tears and he shed tears. He simply could not understand what Jiang Xiazi wanted to do and why he was so humble and respectful to a native.
At this moment, there was only boiling murderous intent in his heart...
"call!"
Ignoring Jiang Xiazi's bragging, Yang Yu lightly pinched his brows and carried Yan Longxing to the temple that looked like ruins.
"When I met the donor today, I realized that Lu Chen's words that 'the present is stronger than the past' were true..."
At this moment, the old monk's condition was extremely bad. With only a ray of obsession, he could not bear the backlash of the Buddha's fire. His figure was illusory and seemed to disappear at any time.
But he still held on and bowed:
"Thank you to the donor for subduing the eight demons and preventing the monk from causing more murders..."
"Master's words are serious. These eight demons are killing people. No matter what Yang says, they must be captured and killed..."
Yang Yu naturally did not accept this courtesy.
He naturally had respect in his heart for this old monk who had been dead for thousands of years and was still obsessed with suppressing demons.
Just like Bodhidharma, a sloppy Taoist.
If the strong men of the past and present were as pitiful as the old woman, the world today would probably be ten times, or even a hundred times more chaotic.
"Thank you, thank you so much..."
After bowing, the old monk lost his previous heaviness and became more free and easy:
"The donor relieved the monk of a thousand years of burden, but made the monk very upset. How can I repay him?"
"It's a pity that we couldn't save the people of this city..."
He threw Yan Longxing on the ground casually and looked back at the small town that looked like ruins. Yang Yu couldn't help but sigh.
In the sea of fire, he felt extremely strong resentment, which was the gathering of resentment of more than ten thousand people...
"All, all dead..."
Huang Hu, who had been silent since Yang Yu appeared, looked increasingly gloomy.
He grew up in Pingshui County since childhood, and all his relatives, friends, fellow villagers and neighbors were settled here by him.
At this moment, I feel that all my thoughts are gone, and I wish I could die immediately...
"Perhaps, this is fate?"
The old monk staggered and fell to the ground, looking at the devastated city with a sad look in his eyes:
"If there were no Dao Fruit in this world... Without Dao Fruit, there would still be swords and weapons. If there were no swords and weapons, there would still be fists and feet..."
Sighing, the insane monk felt sad at the scene. He had seen too many similar scenes in his lifetime.
Ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, one million people...
"How can such a fate exist?"
Yang Prison shook his head.
If he says that he does not believe in the existence of fate, it is impossible for him to say that he does not believe in the existence of fate. Being able to believe in the existence of fate does not mean that he believes in fate.
On the contrary, he has changed the fate of too many people and does not believe in fate at all.
Compared to this argument, he was more suspicious of why this fairyland and demonic realm suddenly appeared...
"I dare to ask Master, before this illusion appeared in the real world, did you ever notice anything wrong?"
"No, no..."
Upon hearing the question, the mad monk was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought hard. After a while, he said:
"If you don't ask, the monk won't notice much, but if you ask, it does seem a bit...at that time, the spiritual energy seems to have become extremely rich..."
"Man-made disaster?!"
Huang Hu, whose heart was filled with despair, suddenly stood up, and his face with blood and tears became very ferocious.
Seeing his violent mood swings, Wang Liu and others looked tense, and Yang Yu reached out his hand and put it on his shoulder:
"Calm down your mind!"
The mellow and masculine Qi entered his body, Huang Hu's heart was shocked, and then he slowly calmed down, and finally fainted on the ground.
"It may not be a man-made disaster. The monk has also seen similar records in Buddhist scriptures. Once the spirit is restored, I'm afraid there will be more and more cases like this in the future..."
The old monk shook his head, crying and laughing:
"Thousands of years have passed, but why are people still so miserable? Alas..."
"more and more……"
Yang Yu frowned slightly, but before he asked, the old monk had already handed over several Buddhist scriptures:
"Take it, the monk has nothing to offer, he only has a few Buddhist scriptures that may be of some use..."
The voice gradually weakened, and the old monk's figure also dissipated like ashes and dust under the gaze of everyone: