On top of the dragon's head, Yang Yu sat quietly and adjusted his breathing, his mind returning to the dark place.
The Cauldron of Gluttony is still slowly turning, and the process of replenishing itself is not over yet.
At this moment, the Cauldron of Gluttony seemed to be more complete than before, but due to the arrival of the cauldron cover, he saw the reality instead.
The three legs and two ears of the Cauldron of Gluttony appear hollow and ethereal compared to the body and lid of the cauldron.
call!
With a thought in his mind, Yang Yu's eyes fell on the cauldron wall.
【Yang Yu】
【Martial Saint】
[Fate: Kuixing kicks and fights, taking the lead (stepping on the seven stars, you can see the fate)]
[Fate number: ten purple, two red]
[Extreme leader enters destiny (lavender), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (lavender), Fusion of gold and body refining (lavender), Visitor from the sky (lavender), Innate martial luck (lavender), Heavenly genius (lavender)
,
Martial Saint Achievements (Lavender), The Seventh Method of Fixing the Roots (Light Purple), Returning to the Other Body (Light Purple), The Mountains Will Not Move (Light Purple),
King Kong is indestructible (dark red), good luck (light red),]
[Status: Slightly injured]
Twelve lives, ten purple and two red!
After more than five years of being promoted to Martial Saint, Yang Yu's transformation was finally completed, and the upper limit of his destiny reached twelve in one fell swoop!
By removing the last two red fates, he can fulfill the purple fate!
In the past five years, he has made rapid progress. In addition to the huge feedback from refining the Seal of Sacrifice, he also benefited from his destiny.
With twelve lives, he has truly surpassed his younger brother who is a peerless prodigy, but the quality of his lives is just a little inferior.
Thinking of his younger brother, Yang Yu had to shake his head. There is indeed no comparison between people.
When an ordinary person is born, unless he comes from a wealthy and noble family, he has at most one or two white qi. However, he is born with a ten purple destiny and a deep purple destiny.
After Tongyou was promoted to the second level, he already had the ability to combine fates, but it stopped at lavender and was unable to combine fates at higher levels.
And based on what he saw in the mirage realm, Yang Ni's slight appearance when he synthesized his destiny, he could deduce that one deep purple destiny is comparable to nine lavender destiny.
Moreover, the destiny you are born with is even better than the purple destiny you will receive later.
"The third level of Netherworld can be synthesized into deep purple destiny"
Yang Prison said to himself.
[Dikuixing rubbing is in progress.]
【Rubbing in progress】
Di Kuixing is still in the process of rubbing, and the final step of Ji Dao Kuixing's promotion is still unsatisfied.
"Shidu, Shidu"
Yang Yu's heart was filled with ripples.
He is not Zhang Xuanba. If he wants to pursue martial arts, he will not give up the path of immortality and Buddha.
Two hundred years of life is the maximum limit for human beings. Whether it is an ordinary person or a martial sage, two hundred years of life is already extremely difficult to surpass.
The path of immortals and Buddhas is the real path to immortality.
besides
[Martial Arts Progress: Martial Saint]
[Supernatural powers: Ten capital levels: Tongyou (the second level), shaking the earth (the second level, ten dragons and ten elephants), holding up the sky's body (the first level), melting gold and refining the body (the second level)]
[Superior martial arts: Yuanchu Zhen Gang (10th level), Yuanci True Body Art (10th level), Four Symbols of Heaven's Will (including fists and arrows) (11th level), Ba Fist. 】
[Zhongcheng martial arts:]
[Inferior martial arts:]
[Tao Techniques: Return to the Other Body (Ninth Level), Invulnerability to Hundreds of Soldiers (Ninth Level), Thunder in the Palm (Sixth Level), Substitute Death Technique (Ninth Level)]
【Mantra: One】
[Magic weapon: human race bag, golden dragon scissors, blue water and cold pool picture]
【Magical weapon:】
limit!
Looking at the words flowing like a waterfall, Yang Yu felt calm in his heart.
After practicing for more than thirty years, he has reached the peak of martial arts, and the room for improvement is extremely small.
There is no predecessor who can prove it. Even if he has the destiny of the Ten Purples at the moment and has gained martial arts luck, he can no longer do it.
Progressing by leaps and bounds as before.
In contrast, most of his magical powers are limited to the first and second levels.
"The Ultimate Star."
Buzz~
In the sea of mind, there are ripples, wisps of smoke gather here, and gradually, light and shadow interweave out.
If Beihai Longjun were here, he would be able to see that in this light and shadow, it is exactly what happened in the mirage realm.
Yang Prison is analyzing the mirage.
In other words, it was the twelve years that Yang Ni went through in analyzing the mirage realm.
Supernatural power is indeed the great road.
This is something that both he and the former Zhang Xuanba have to admit.
Compared with martial arts, magical powers, and mantras, there is something that the former cannot compare with.
That is, it is unreasonable and beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
For example, mirage.
It's just a mantra, and the illusion it outlines is almost like reality. Among them are not only things he has experienced, but also things he has never experienced.
It's really like another, parallel world.
To this day, Yang Yu still has no way to fathom or understand this great power.
but
"Twelve years."
All kinds of lights and shadows circulated in the sea of mind at high speed. Yang Yu paid close attention to everything, watching and analyzing it bit by bit.
He concentrated on thinking and analyzing. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that if he were in another position, he might not be like this.
"Different encounters will indeed create different selves."
Yang Prison sighed slightly in his heart.
Looking back on those days, if he had not met the old man in a desperate situation, he might not be Yang Yu, or he might actually become Yang Ni.
Watching quietly, Yang Yu was highly concentrated.
In a mirage that is almost as real as reality, Yang Ni struggles to survive. Due to the power of Beihai Dragon Lord, he is almost surrounded by enemies in the world.
Since Heishan City, he has fought all the way through Longyuan and the world, and has fought life and death with almost all the masters in the world.
The hardships and difficulties involved are self-evident.
For Yang Yu, Yang Ni's experience in this mirage realm is also extremely precious.
The mirage realm is almost like the real world, so it also has a great reference for him.
For example, he killed Heishan seven times, Fan Ruyi twice, and Mu Qingliu
For example, after he was promoted to the Tenth Capital and reached the third level of Netherworld, his understanding and exploration of this magical power.
For twelve years, Yang Ni tried his best to gather the lives of all living beings and condensed them into twelve deep purple lives!
My younger brother Yang Jian is truly beyond his reach!
call!
suck!
The sound of long breathing echoed from the dragon's head.
Yang Yu sat quietly with his eyes closed, and the light in his eyes flickered violently. In the mirage, Yang Ni's twelve years of fighting to the death, his experiences, explorations, thoughts, gains, and thoughts.
Everything gathered in his heart, and was absorbed by him one by one in the constant surge and collision.
······
Huhu~
The fierce cold wind blew up the heavy snow, dyeing the sky and the earth white.
Although the New Year has passed, the severe cold outside the Great Wall is still dissipating. Although it is the aftermath, it is still cold and it is difficult for humans and animals to resist.
"call!"
Pushing open the courtyard door, the cold wind poured in along with the snowflakes, making Huang Sixiang's clothes move.
Outside the courtyard gate, in the wind and snow, a middle-aged swordsman was standing quietly. When he saw Huang Sixiang pushing the door open, his eyes lit up:
"Master, have you made a breakthrough?!"
"It's just a small breakthrough, not worth mentioning."
Reaching out to touch the wind and snow, Huang Sixiang sighed softly:
"The wonders of the profound entrance can be touched by extraordinary fools. I am afraid that I will never be able to touch the realm of a great master in this life."
Looking at the wind and snow, Huang Sixiang's heart was filled with waves.
He became famous at a young age, but was only forty years old when he achieved true power. He was in charge of the Yunzhou Jinyi Guards and held a high position of power. At that time, he only thought that he was a master. The realm of a great master was within his reach. Even if he was a martial saint, he might not be out of reach.
However, the reality is too cruel.
In the next fifty years, he exhausted all his resources and could only cross the furnace. Even now, although all the channels are connected, he understands that without a great opportunity, it is almost impossible to open the mysterious door.
Thinking about that kid again, his heart was extremely complicated for a moment.
"Master, you can definitely break through the mysterious entrance."
Glancing at his disciple, Huang Sixiang didn't want to mention this and asked:
"Where's the boss?"
"The old man is entertaining the two generals Wei and Lin in the hall. It seems that he is preparing to deal with the invasion outside the Great Wall in the coming year."
The middle-aged swordsman bowed slightly.
"Is it coming again?"
Huang Sixiang sighed, but did not see any movement, and his figure disappeared outside the small courtyard.
After several ups and downs, we have reached the front hall of the mansion.
At this time, the banquet in the hall had come to an end and most of the guests had dispersed. Only Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian had not left.
At the table, Xu Wenji was getting older and older, his originally straight back had become rickety, and he couldn't help but cough while talking.
"Sir, Brother Wei, Brother Lin."
Huang Sixiang received the greetings one by one, and several people in the hall also returned the greetings.
"The wind and snow outside the Great Wall are getting worse and worse, and the temperature is dropping more and more. In twenty or thirty years at most, ordinary people will no longer be able to survive."
Xu Wenji stood up slowly, walked to the front of the hall, and looked at the white sky:
"This is a great change that has never been seen in ancient times. The Seven Killing Kings follow the heavens and gather the fate of people. If he breaks through, he will never leave again."
"The spies have come to report that the eight tribes of Sirius have become unified. Millions of capable warriors have abandoned their homes and gathered towards the Seven Kills King's City. I'm afraid they are all waiting for this storm to pass."
Wei Zhengxian looked solemn:
"If that square-inch fairy mountain hadn't emerged from the sky and attracted masters from all over the world to gather together, this battle would have broken out three years ago!"
"With a land to compete with the power of a country, there is no chance of winning in this battle."
Lin Qitian sighed:
"Xue Dilong controlled the government and fought with the Song family in Lingnan and Pingxiguan for more than ten years. Li Chuang in Ding'an and Canghai City in Dongyue were recruiting people and sharpening their soldiers.
The boss is counting on them, but I'm afraid he can't. As for the Northwest Road"
"The Northwest Road is rich in gold, iron and horses. It has long been a battleground for military strategists. There have been no wars on the border in recent years.
Firstly, it’s because the Seven Killers want to integrate the Heavenly Wolf and sharpen their troops, and secondly, it’s also because the Northwest King is really dominating them, just like the old prince back then.”
Wei Zhengxian interrupted him and looked at Xu Wenji:
"Wei has a secret agent lurking in the Seven Kills City and has learned the secret. Over the years, the Seven Kills King has been contacting various experts with the intention of besieging and killing the Northwest King.
In this year, the troops outside the Great Wall have been heavily deployed, and I am afraid that they will be surrounded and killed."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhengxian's expression suddenly changed. He turned back suddenly and his pupils could not help but shrink.
The group of people looked along and saw a giant dragon snaking towards the sky, amid the scattered wind and snow.
On top of the dragon's head, there seems to be someone sitting cross-legged, dressed in mysterious clothes.