"Lord Haonong, these two people trespassing on Baiqiu Mountain are punishable by death, especially the woman in red. She is a disciple of Cangwu Palace. Please take action to kill these two people!" The stone demon who was kneeling on the ground suddenly suddenly Admonition said.
However, Haonong was a wise person. Although his attitude towards Bailian and others was unclear, he seemed to know that they could enter Baiqiu Mountain without disturbing the demon general's awakening. The identity of these two people was naturally very complicated.
Although the two small Chengling realms were easy to kill, he obviously didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.
"Tonight I will not care about the crime of trespassing into Baiqiu Mountain, but these two people are my war slaves. If you two intervene and insist on protecting me, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain to Young Master Milu. .”
Haonong said in an extremely blunt manner, but in fact he was secretly testing the attitudes of these two people.
Milu, the young demon king, has an extremely high status in the demon world.
Even if he is a prison magic general and the lower level Demon River is here, he has to respect his name.
But when he observed the expression on Bailian's face, it seemed that he didn't take Milu too seriously.
Bai Lian looked at Haonong intently and said: "The seal curse is a secret of Yixuan. It is the sect of the Lord. It is dedicated to the true son and is carefully upheld."
As he spoke, he slowly raised a hand, made a mysterious fortune-telling formula, and said, "Haonong, I'm here for you."
Meng Zifei and Jiang Shaoyu frowned, looking vaguely uneasy.
Yin Baishuang glanced at him but said nothing.
Looking at Haonong, his cold and fierce eyes instantly calmed down.
He threw away the hoe in his hand, his eyes were deep and cold, and he looked at Balian carefully for a long time before he slowly said, "Are you the Lord of Ancient Secrets?"
"yes."
Haonong glanced at the people behind him and said, "I'll take a moment to speak."
Soon, Bailian followed Haonong to a mountain peak, but Yin Baishuang did not follow him.
Taking advantage of the accumulated water among the bluestones on the mountain peak, Haonong took a handful of water and carefully washed away the mud and sand between his palms, as if he was completing some kind of ritual seriously.
He squatted on the ground, turned his back to Bailian and said, "I don't know what method you used to defeat Master Shuci, but what I am sure of is that Master Shuci in Qingye World did not want to kill you. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stand in front of me now.”
What he wanted to express was very simple, that is, at the Jun Gui Banquet and the Demon River Challenge, Shu Ci secretly let things slip.
Bai Lian has also investigated this point, although he does not know the purpose of Shu Ci.
But it is true that in the battle with Shu Ci that day, although the vine demon from the Qingye World helped him, this was not the only reason for him to defeat Shu Ci.
"But that doesn't change it. I replaced Shu Ci and became the new Lord of the Ancient Mysteries of Yihe."
Haonong said: "I don't care how you became Yihe, but if you want me to be of use to you, there is only one rule."
"What?"
Haonong stood up slowly, his eyes as bright as lightning: "Dissipate your spiritual power to protect your body, and use your physical body to resist my punch without dying. I will become a member of your ANBU, and you will be at your disposal while you are Yihe."
A punch from a martial artist in the Yuan Mansion Realm can sink the sea and shatter mountains. With one punch, hundreds of mountains and thousands of demons will worship him. It is a heavy force that even the body of a demon cannot withstand, let alone dissipate the spiritual power to protect the body.
His simple words were no different from murder.
Bailian didn't think for too long: "Okay, you punch."
Haonong narrowed his eyes: "You know, looking at the entire demon world, the only one who dares to lose all his spiritual power and take a punch from me is Master Shu Ci."
Bailian said: "Now, there is a second person."
Haonong seemed to have heard some joke and burst into laughter, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a clown who didn't know how to live or die.
"Being young and energetic is not a bad thing, but whether you are a human being or a demon, you should be self-aware and not waste your life for something you shouldn't ask for."
Balian smiled and said, "I'll give it a try."
"I don't know what it means!" Haonong smiled wildly on his face, but his eyes were filled with coldness, and not a trace of smile reached his eyes.
In the strong wind, the cardigan and shorts on his body made a tearing sound, and pieces were mottled and broken, and were blown up by the wind.
As he took one step forward, the entire mountain collapsed several feet toward the ground, and pressure from all directions concentrated on his fist.
Haonong clenched his fist with his left hand, and the whole fist turned into a cold color like green iron, and punched Bailian in the front.
The moment the fist struck, it was like a torrential rain pouring down, and angry thunder cracking the sky.
The punch that caused such a change in the world looked like others, ordinary, without any mysterious aura or exquisite secret technique.
Just one punch caused the entire space to shake and shatter.
That fist was as fast as lightning, and the strong wind it created was comparable to the sharpest and most domineering magic weapon in the world. The invisible fist wind carried extremely terrifying cutting power.
Some of the mountain demons who had no idea whether they were hiding in the darkness and watching the battle were swept away by the fist wind. Whether it was the steel-like scales on their bodies or the immortal protective demon feathers, everything was easily swept away by the fist wind.
In the darkness, countless bursts of blood confirmed this person's domineering and arrogant nature.
He killed the demons that Mi Lu kept in captivity. It was no wonder that the evil stone demons were afraid of him in every possible way.
Haonong's fist was extremely slow and arrived in front of Balian in an instant, hitting him right in the chest.
Feng Feng Shang, who had not yet received a direct confrontation, could easily kill these demons. How could Bailian, who had lost all his spiritual power, be able to withstand this terrifying martial arts punch?
It wasn't until the moment when his fist landed heavily on Bailian's chest that the sneer in Haonong's eyes dissipated.
Regardless of whether the young man would die today, he at least felt that Bai Lian was seriously following the rules and took his punch forcefully without any spiritual power left.
Not to mention whether this behavior is reckless, Haonong likes people who keep their promises.
The white air waves set off by the terrifying fist power fanned out in all directions, covering most of the space.
Haonong had never practiced visual magic. He could not observe the situation behind the air wave, but he could clearly hear the heavy explosions behind the young man, which caused the entire mountain to collapse.
Then there was the sound of sand and rocks rolling down.
After a long time, the wind became calmer.
Within the area bound by his fist, demons lay everywhere, and the bright red demon blood flowed red throughout the mountain road.
And on the bloody top, there was a person standing still.
Haonong's eyes suddenly shrank in disbelief.
The wild wind has stopped, only Bailian's robe is beating continuously, as if being driven by the wind, making a hunting sound.
The light from the clear, cold waning moon in the sky covered him bleakly, making his skin extremely pale.
In the moonlight, Haonong saw a pair of eyes as scarlet as blood, and a death flower blooming seductively from under his fist.
For a moment, Haonong seemed to be captured by those bloody and gratuitously beautiful eyes. He was in a stalemate for a long time before he realized what had just happened.
The fist that landed on Bailian's chest trembled slightly. Haonong was shocked and unwilling to withdraw his hand.
The undulating clouds were blowing heavily, and the wind filled my sleeves.
Balian still stood upright on the spot, and the blood-red flower on his chest slowly bloomed and slowly withered as Haonong closed his fist.
As his body moved slightly, the coat on his body suddenly fell off like whitened ashes, and countless small bloody holes could be seen on the skin of his chest.
Seeing this scene, Haonong took a long breath and felt slightly relieved.
Although I don’t know what kind of methods this young man used to still stand in front of him, but without any spiritual protection, how could he withstand a punch from the Yuanfu realm.
Haonong carefully examined Bailian from head to toe for a long time, and said with a solemn expression: "My punch is enough to break all your internal organs. If you cherish your life, you can immediately return to the Demon City King's City and summon the Demon Clan Saint Hand." Yun Zhongji's diagnosis and treatment can still keep you alive."
Although he didn't recognize Bailian's strength, Haonong didn't hate that he had the courage to punch him.
Bailian laughed and shook his head.
Although this punch is strong, in terms of physical strength, the zombie demons can be said to be the most powerful race among the six realms.
Although his internal organs were all damaged, it was far from the point where his mouth was completely broken.
Haonong's face darkened and he said coldly: "You must not know what is good and what is evil!"
Bailian made a shocking statement: "I'll take another punch from you."
Haonong regarded his attitude as a arrogant provocation, and shouted in a loud voice, "You think I'm a joke..."
Before he finished speaking, his angry eyes shrank, and he watched in disbelief as the blood drops deep in the cracked wound on Bailian's chest seemed to be absorbed by the rice paper and returned to his body again.
Then the bleeding stopped.
The bright red bloody mouth also faded away little by little during the conversation between the two.
Balian repeated: "I'll take another punch from you."
Haonong finally became serious. He confirmed that he had underestimated the young man in front of him. He looked at him with an extremely serious expression and said, "I only used 30% of my strength just now."
Bai Lian secretly admired him.
Only 30% of the force was enough to damage his internal organs. Even with 10% of the force, it would be really overwhelming.
Before Bailian could speak, the sound of wind and thunder echoed through the broken mountains, and Haonong punched out straight away.
This time, he used 50% of his strength without hesitation, easily forcing the invisible spiritual power between heaven and earth into a substantial state, tearing it into countless turbulent catkins in an instant.
The mortal body forms the Yuan Mansion, and the Mansion hides heaven and earth.
Although it is difficult for a warrior to retain spiritual power in his body, in a sense, the energy of heaven and earth hidden in Yuan Mansion is essentially the same source as the breath of heaven and earth.
It is difficult to advance in martial arts practice, but once you cross the threshold of heaven and man, this body will no longer be an ordinary mortal body.
The pinnacle of martial arts can also be glimpsed into the sky.
The fist, which was as sharp as gray iron, collided with Balian's chest, but the image of the boy's upper body being smashed into mud never appeared.
Bailian's body was shaken, and the mountain below his feet suddenly cracked, and the cracks continued for hundreds of miles.
The familiar thought of the bright red flowers blooming twins.
Balian still didn't fall down.
Haonong's expression became more and more solemn. He stared at the two Minghua flowers, his brows were tangled and furrowed, as if he couldn't understand what kind of existence they were.
The Minghua did not contain any spiritual power, which meant that Balian did not break the rules.
And Haonong also knows that even if they cultivate their physical body to a certain extent, while resisting damage, the body will undergo some extraordinary changes.
The fighting spirit gradually grew in his eyes, and he looked at Balian with deep interest and said, "I am very curious now, whether you can still stand as stable as you are now after receiving three punches from me."
Balian's pale skin, exposed to the mountain breeze, slowly revealed a strange light red color at this moment, as if his body was silently bearing extremely terrible weight and damage.
But he smiled and said: "You can punch one more time, but after three punches, it's my turn to punch you."
Haonong was stunned. He looked into Bailian's eyes and seemed to understand what his true intention was tonight.
In the martial arts world, there is an iron-blooded rule.
A formal duel between warriors will not compete with each other in terms of cultivation, spiritual power, Taoism, magical powers, magic weapons, etc. like Qi Refining monks.
Their fighting method is very simple and very solemn.
That is, between two dueling warriors, each punches three times. After three punches, whoever falls down will be defeated.
A martial artist should avoid using force to disrupt discipline, and will never initiate a duel easily unless there is a special moment when it is not necessary.
They regard dueling as a very solemn and sacred matter. Once the winner is determined, the loser will devote his life's loyalty and life to the winner and will never betray.
Such a duel is not something that Gu Mi can bear.
Shu Ci once held ancient secrets, and when he came to Baiqiu Mountain, he punched him without death or injury. He swore an oath and promised to become one of Shu Ci's dark divisions in Yihe River.
But this oath was time-limited. One day Shu Ci was the leader of the demon world, and the other day he was an ANBU under her.
To this day, Shuci is no longer the leader of the demon world, and he no longer needs to be bound by the oath.
Bailian was not discussing ancient secret rules with him, but the rules set between warriors.
"On this continent, there are many people who remember the rules among warriors, but you are the first one who is willing to abide by and implement these rules in thousands of years." Haonong withdrew his fist, and stared at the man in front of him with his vicissitudes of eyes. The young man, inexplicably, felt a little uncontrollably moved in his heart.
People in the world are divided into three, six or nine levels. Among the schools of cultivation, Qi practitioners have always looked down upon warriors, let alone abandoning their own strengths to meet the enemy's strength.
"So, will you accept this challenge?" Balian said simply and straightforwardly, and these few words hit Haonong's heart.
He laughed out loud, with an indescribable joy and frivolity in his laughter, as if all the years of gloomy coldness deep in his eyes were swept away: "Take it, why don't you take it? If you really have the power to surrender to me, I will My heart goes out to your hands.”
Without any more nonsense, Haonong couldn't wait to punch again.
And with this punch, he was extremely serious, so serious that people could clearly feel the deep respect in his punch.
When the fist was punched out, the warrior's ordinary punch that returned to nature was no longer seen. Haonong's fist wrapped up a gas of gold and stone. The moment the fist was raised, the slightly damp night mist seemed to be ignited, and the remaining mountain walls were burned. The light of countless fine broken flowers arose, like the light fragments of fallen stars falling from the sky.
The steep rocks were illuminated clearly, and the view between the two people became clear.
Haonong punched so fast that the flower blooming on Bailian's chest froze for a moment. The fist had not yet landed, but his chest collapsed and sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been knocked upside down above the water. A round bowl.
The sound of the sternum cracking and breaking was heard, and at the same time, Haonong punched him in the chest.
Several flowers from the other shore bloomed together, and their stamens were like tongues of fire from hell, wrapping up Haonong's fist, and then instantly withered and withered.
Haonong's eyes widened in surprise.
