"Jiang... Jiang... I really want to sleep."
The beggar spirit attached to Mu Yigui stretched his body, yawned and rubbed his face to get ready for sleep.
"Senior, senior, please help me first."
Mu Yigui's martial arts soul looked eager and shouted loudly in the depths of Zi Mansion.
"Young man, after using my power to break this innate aura, can you find what you lost?"
"What did I lose?"
"Dignity, confidence, and your beloved hair!"
"I……"
“Young man, what do you want to prove, what do you need to prove, don’t you think you are okay?
Those who learn from me will live, those who resemble me will die.
Borrowing the soul is not about borrowing the power of others, it is just about exploring another possibility for you. "
"Another possibility?"
"Mu Yigui, you are born with extraordinary handsomeness, and you suffer from hair loss. You are knowledgeable but want to find a new way. Now you are unwilling to fall, so you are a promising talent.
I’m not here to help you out today, I’m here to let you see your own possibilities! "
The beggar spirit pointed at Xu Juezi, who was a hundred meters away, making the latter's heart skip a beat.
"Young man, let's blow some air to heat up the atmosphere."
Xu Juezi involuntarily moved the body-breaking Gangqi wind style, blowing the disheveled hair of Beggar Da Ling and Mu Yigui.
The great beggar spirit holds the sky with both hands in the wind, and the inner energy it emits can trigger the celestial phenomena. Only dark clouds cover the sun, the sky is dim and the earth is dark, and the grass and trees in the surrounding fields are frightened.
A beam of self-centered spiritual light shines on the beggar Ling and Mu Yigui.
"Flying dragons in the sky, divine dragons wagging their tails, black dragons stealing hearts, two dragons going out to sea, seeing dragons in the fields, flying dragons and phoenixes dancing, subduing tigers and subduing dragons, shrinking dragons into inches, mixed dragons and snakes, the descendants of dragons, dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness, the spirit of dragons and horses, looking forward to their husbands Jackie Chan… call it a day!”
Seventeen afterimages with different moves move their palms together in one body.
The beggar spirit controlled Mu Yigui's body and placed Tuotian's palms on his waist.
The flash of light that destroys all things brews and grows where the palms are connected.
"The Eighteenth Form of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms - Kill the Dragon and Regret it."
The roar of the dragon that resonated with the heaven and the earth created a fierce wind. The roar of the dragon penetrated a distance of ten kilometers and hit the snowy mountains of Gangqi condensed by tens of thousands of Yin demon puppets. Ice dust was scattered and boiling. The soup poured into the snow, and the Gangqi Snow, which was more than ten kilometers thick, collapsed under the attack of this palm. The frightened Yin Demon puppets collapsed and fell one after another amidst the wild dragon roars that filled the world.
But when this palm technique was used halfway, the beggar spirit put down his palms and rode away in the wind while singing a free and unrestrained song.
"Throw yourself into the fire of fate, laugh at the breeze and wash away my madness, search for yourself and find true love, treat the place you stop as your hometown...Sing happily, who is the highest and strongest, who am I, I never care whether the secular world appreciates it or not."
The dragon's roar gradually passed away, but the Gangqi Snow Mountain was only half dissolved.
Everyone's eyes focused on Mu Yiqi, who lowered his head and lowered his hands, feeling shocked and disappointed.
A strong wind suddenly rose, and a red sandalwood-colored True Nature Heavenly Guide shone brightly in the dim sky and earth.
"The world unfolds—all forms are unified!"
The dreamlike original phantom of the self-nature world combined with the red sandalwood-colored fragments of the real nature of Mu Yigui, and finally turned into a phantom that looked like a beggar spirit and fell on Mu Yigui.
Only this time, the shadow's face was the same as Mu Yigui's original face.
"The Eighteenth Form of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms - Kill the Dragon and Regret It!"
The dragon roars again!
The destructive force of the palm wind blew the Yin Demon Snow Mountain out of shape. A hole as big as a hill appeared at the point where the strong wind hit. At the end of the hole, a bright yellow light could be vaguely seen!
Without any further hesitation, Ji Shen pulled Liang De and the others to fly toward the hole in the Gangqi Snow Mountain as fast as they could chase the stars and the moon.
Deep in the Gangqi Snow Mountain, three Yin Demon puppets with different auras jumped up, but were stopped by Lei Donglan, Lin Baolong and a handsome young man.
Liang De stood on Ji Shen's back and passed by the delicate young man.
"Who are you, handsome man?"
Shan Futian tied up his long hair like seaweed and faced the evil puppet in front of him who was as imposing as an iron lion.
"Senior Youhui, you still don't understand.
Steel poured into iron is just the surface. If it can be like steel and iron, why can't it be like clouds and mist? "
Shan Futian turned into a piece of copper-colored air and instantly swallowed up the evil puppet of Shen Youhui, who had won 24 consecutive games in ten battles and ten finals.
In the terrifying heat of a furnace, the black eyeballs and red skin of the demon puppet gradually fell off, revealing the petite woman with a jade-like face under the ugly skin.
Shen Youhui looked at her palms that quickly disintegrated into ashes and murmured to herself:
"Master Dong, if you give me a little more time, I can understand it myself.
Junior, thank you. "
Shen Youhui smiled, then turned into a burst of copper-colored breeze and left this world completely.
…
Lin Baolong's three iron shields withstood the Yin Demon puppet Shi Kaozhe's mixed army of infantry and tanks.
Lei Donglan's fist Ying Ruoyan blocked the Yin Demon puppet who transformed into countless slime molds with his natural power.
Ji Shen carried Liang De on his back and flew forward quickly, slashing out thousands of energy strips with the strange-shaped long knife in his hand, destroying and knocking down countless evil demon puppets with wings on their backs.
The bright yellow and dark purple ball of light is right in front of you.
Liang De stood on Ji Shen's back and summoned the gray-black True Nature Heavenly Yin with dragon-like scales. A high-speed rotating revolving lantern of life hung above his head.
"leave me alone."
Liang De tapped one foot on Ji Shen's back and flew ten meters away in a flash.
The carousel of life on the top flashes suddenly.
Only this moment in this life is solidified in the light.
Thousands of Yin Demon puppets were stagnant in the air, and every particle of their souls and bodies stopped where they were at this moment.
This is an immediate death judgment for all individuals who need particle movement to maintain life activities.
When Liang De turned off the lights, two-thirds of the Yin Demon puppets fell from the sky, their gray bodies completely lifeless.
After turning off the lights, Liang De stepped on the evil puppet that had not yet landed in the air and ran forward.
His Kaiyuan unfolded form can only last for 1 minute when fully operational, but 1 minute can be broken down into countless moments. Isn't a long life made up of countless moments?
Under the control of milliseconds of time awareness, life is a whirlwind of light, yin and yang.
Turn the lights on, turn the lights off, spin, jump, turn the lights on, turn the lights off again.
Stagnation, start, stagnation, start, stagnation, start... Liang De is like a stand-alone player who can pause the game at any time, advancing rapidly in the gap between the world's solidification and recovery.
Large areas of Yin Demon puppets died and fell, and it seemed like a rain of death fell from the sky.
Under the lamp, Liang De turned into a strong wind and crossed a distance of ten kilometers at the fastest speed.
The bright yellow ball of light enveloping the Demonic Sword Spirit has entered within 5 kilometers.
Liang De's soul was shocked, and a quarter of an ancient bookmark appeared in the air.
In the outer world of the Sword Immortal ruins, another quarter of a bookmark emerged from Yuan Tianren's martial arts spirit.
The two bookmark fragments merged into one across the world.
"A solitary cloud and a crane are together, and thousands of scriptures are in a boat."
The regular calligraphy written in ink on the simple bookmark shines brightly.
The seven figures of Yuan Tianren, Chang Duanxuan, Zhao Tianji, Dong Tianbao, Mo Feisheng, Jiang Chi, and Nan Buyi appeared in the inner world, very close to the demon sword spirit.
The dark purple evil skeleton sword sneered.
Purple lightning swept randomly, thunder roared, and ten giants of red, black, and black stood in front of the Demonic Sword Spirit.
Ten red and black faceless giants stood tall on the ground, and a terrifying amount of extraordinary power crazily leaked out from the giants' bodies. They were clearly ten Yin Demon puppets with superior red tribulations!
