boom! boom!
The battle fluctuations in the starry sky were so intense that the stars were shaking.
The brilliance of the fist and blood blooming and burning is like two eternally burning stars colliding vertically and horizontally, fighting fiercely.
Hula la~~
It shuttles past, like two large human-shaped stars crossing the starry sky. The power of the confrontation spreads out, destroying layers of space along the way.
There was a star that was directly hit by the huge force of two people hitting the ground and collapsing, causing the star to explode!
"Come! Come again!"
Xingwu drank a lot, the blood all over his body boiled, and red mist spewed out from his pores.
Chen Xixiang walks coldly and punches through the void. He is domineering and masculine, traveling erratically and crushing through layers of space.
boom!
The punches hit each other vigorously, hitting the opponent's body and bearing the opponent's fists.
The Void Dao Fruit in his body continues to melt, and the flesh-and-blood power and martial arts experience in the Terror God King and the Immortal Monument are also slowly flowing into his fist.
This battle is destined not to be a collision that can be decided in a year or two.
He and Xuanyi both regard each other as each other's whetstone, and want to use this to advance to the next level of martial arts.
…………
Two people were fighting violently in the starry sky at the same time.
In the vast world, the sun rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes, and ten years have passed in a hurry.
Emperor Qian, the Maurya King, the Four Masters and others would still occasionally look up at the starry sky outside the vast world, but with their sight, they could not see anything.
All I know is that those two extremely powerful people are still fighting deep in the starry sky.
"I wonder who defeated whom in the end?"
The Mauryan King had many thoughts in his mind.
It is clear that the realm of the fist master outside the sky is faintly above the Dream God Machine, but he does not seem to take any advantage. This still shows the terror of the Dream God Machine.
In the palace of Yujing City, Emperor Qian Yang Yunji clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:
"I hope the Mengshenji will be completely beaten to death in the starry sky!"
But he placed all his hopes on the man in the starry sky. After all, for everyone in the world, Chen Xixiang's unrivaled power in the past three hundred years was too strong.
He suppressed his thoughts and looked back at the starry sky.
At this time, the eunuch Yin Lianhua presented a note:
"Your Majesty, your servants found a fourteen-year-old child in the army. At such a weak age, he actually performed military exploits. It is very extraordinary..."
Emperor Qian Yang Yunji's face was slightly shocked when he heard this:
"What? A fourteen-year-old child who has repeatedly made military exploits? Is there really such a person?"
Yin Lianhua lowered her head slightly and whispered:
"Yes, it is said that this child is protected by a sword. Its image is somewhat similar to the ancient Panhuang's living sword. On the battlefield, even if a martial saint encounters him, he will be killed by that powerful sword. kill!"
"Panhuang Life Sword!"
Yang Yunji's face was filled with shock. This was the sword that belonged to the most powerful human emperor in ancient times, and it actually appeared on an eight-year-old child. Where did this child come from? Such a great luck and good luck, he could actually win the battle. The Emperor's Spiritual Sword follows and guards!
Emperor Qian asked solemnly at this time: "Can you find out his identity?"
Eunuch Yin Lianhua took out another piece of silk from her sleeve and whispered: "There are some guesses, but... Your Majesty, please take a look at it in person..."
Emperor Qian took it and took a look. His heart was immediately shaken, but he saw a few key words on the piece of silk.
"The prince's bloodline is suspected and he is living among the people...".
He immediately held the silk tightly in his hand, and then stared at Yin Lian Hua Dao:
"This child is now in my army, right? If you give me orders, you must cultivate him more and protect him secretly."
"yes!"
Yin Lianhua bowed and retreated.
Emperor Qian held the silk and clenched his fists tightly, feeling excited:
"Okay, okay, Pan'er, you actually have such a treasure in the ocean outside. You were born with the Panhuang Life Sword to protect you. This is the great blessing and fortune of our Daqian royal family. Such luck is overwhelming. His son, turned out to be your son, Panhuang Life Sword, he is a person favored by Panhuang, he is destined to be the son of the dragon and grandson of me!"
Because of this unexpected surprise, Emperor Qian suddenly felt that Chen Xixiang's shadow was much less shadowed.
…………
And in another place in the world, the Daluo sect, the sect from which Hong Xuanji came.
Ten years have passed since Hong Yi was sent here, and Hong Yi has grown into a young man. At this time, he is dressed like a book boy, holding a white handkerchief in both hands, and looking at the scene in front of him dreamily.
collapse! Bang bang!
In the courtyard, the air caused by the wind from the fists and feet crackled, as if the person's fists and fists were like a powerful bow, with a strong sense of power during the stretch.
Look carefully, it is a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in red, with pretty appearance.
After a round of boxing practice, sweat broke out on his neck, and he stretched out his hand in the air, signaling for someone to bring something over.
After a while, there was no movement.
The girl frowned slightly.
Another maid-like woman in the courtyard immediately said angrily: "Hong Yi, I didn't see that Senior Sister Feirong has finished her martial arts practice. What are you still doing there? The sect leader asked you to come here to serve Senior Sister Feirong, isn't it? I’m leaving you here in a daze.”
"Oh! Yes, yes!" Hong Yi, who looked like a book boy, woke up in surprise and hurriedly handed over the handkerchief in his hand: "I was distracted, I'm sorry."
Zhao Feirong took the handkerchief lightly, wiped the sweat from her neck and face, then turned to look at Hong Yi with a half-smiling look:
"Hong Yi, are you secretly learning my martial arts skills?"
Upon hearing this, Hong Yi turned pale and raised his head suddenly.
"What?"
The maid next to her was also slightly startled, then looked at Hong Yi angrily and shouted:
"Hong Yi, why were you in a daze just now, and you were actually peeking at Senior Sister Feirong's boxing skills? You are so brave!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Feirong waved her hand and said calmly:
"Forget it, although he is just a book boy, he can be considered a member of my Daluo sect. It doesn't matter if he looks at it. However, I have a request. After you read it, you must study hard and don't slack off. If you don't understand You can also come and ask me for advice, otherwise, I will teach you a lesson!"
When Hong Yi heard this, his eyes showed surprise: "Thank you, Senior Sister Feirong!"
Zhao Feirong said calmly: "Okay, please step back."
…
After Hong Yi left.
The maid frowned and asked in confusion: "Miss, why do you treat him so well and let him learn martial arts? If he doesn't understand, he comes to ask you for advice. This is not the same as what the sect master wants. Do you really think of him as your younger brother?" ”
Zhao Fei'er was promoted to the leader of the Da Luo Sect three years ago. He has only one intention for Hong Yi to stay in the Da Luo Sect, and that is, as long as he doesn't die, Hong Yi will not be able to live in a rich and luxurious life.
Zhao Feirong smiled coldly at this time and said: "Hong Yi, he is just a scoundrel. How can he be qualified to be my father's son, let alone my brother? He is also worthy. I asked him to practice martial arts. If he doesn't know how to do it, he can't do it." You came to ask me because I let him practice martial arts on his own without enough nutritional support. If this continues, sooner or later he will have problems with his training and his foundation will be damaged. Not to mention what achievements he can make in practicing martial arts, not all serious illnesses will be considered good. of."
Poor in writing, rich in martial arts.
Without adequate nutritional support, he dared to learn martial arts training with inhuman intensity.
After hearing this, the maid was shocked. She didn't expect that Miss Feirong would have such a thoughtful mind at such a young age. She was worthy of being Master Hong's daughter.
With a faint smile on her lips, Concubine Zhao turned around, threw up her dress, and returned to the house:
"Go and get my little Yuan Clam Essence Bead. I just finished practicing a set of boxing and I need to replenish it."
"yes."
The maid turned around to get the martial arts orb that contained terrifying energy.
After a while, the orb was boiled into soup. After drinking it, Zhao Feirong's face glowed red.
But neither of them knew,
On Zhao Feirong's body, a small insect invisible to the naked eye flashed on her body, and frantically absorbed the swallowed Yuan Clam essence in her body. After it was finished devouring it.
It disappeared strangely, wandered in the air, and finally appeared in the palm of Hong Yi somewhere in the Daluo Sect.
At this time, Hong Yi possessed an indescribable temperament. Although he was still just a young man, he actually gave people an extraordinary feeling of possessing a pearl of wisdom.
It was impossible to see the submissiveness in the small courtyard before, as if it was all an illusion, a pretense in front of Zhao Feirong.
At this time, he looked at the 'Hongmeng Bug' in his palm. It looked like an insect but not an insect, and it looked like a dragon but not a dragon. He whispered to himself:
"Zhao Feirong, I thought you were my sister, and I thought you meant well. I didn't expect you to be so vicious. You want me to learn boxing and become a cripple due to lack of nutritional supplements. Then you can't blame me. …”
Putting this little insect into his palm, Hong Yi immediately felt the extremely abundant energy entering his body.
He then started to display the martial arts that Zhao Feirong had practiced before.
collapse! Bang bang!
The explosion in the air was actually more terrifying than Zhao Feirong.
After a few punches, I felt that my skin and muscles were getting firmer.
Phew~
Hong Yi let out a breath, his mind flashed with the power of this Hongmeng insect, and secretly praised:
"The Hongmeng Parasitism Technique is indeed an ancient martial arts method that my father left for me on the True Crystal of Origin. It can parasitize other people's bodies and steal nutrients from other people's bodies. If you master it, you can even seize other people's martial arts experience and spiritual realm. With such magical skills, I am afraid that practicing martial arts will not be nutritious."
Originally, it was impossible for a boy of about thirteen years old to have such a deep scheming, but he was forced to stay under the shelter of others for ten years and suffered all the cold eyes. He inevitably became brooding to protect himself.
Looking at the pure white crystal in his palm, Hong Yi said to himself:
"When I was three years old, I got the "Grand Meng Parasitism Technique" on the True Crystal of Origin. Unfortunately, the entry point for this magical skill has been raised. It took me more than ten years to refine the first Grand Meng Parasitism Art until today, but this is not the case. It means that starting from today, it will be a turning point in my life.”
Hong Yi looked at the surrounding Da Luo sect at this time, his eyes became cold, and his small gaze seemed to take in the entire Da Luo sect.
"Zhao Feirong, Sect Master Zhao Fei'er, the entire Daluo sect hates me and wants to harm me viciously. Since you are treating me like this, then I will use Hongmeng parasites to parasitize you and steal your essence and nutrition. You asked for it.”
With the Hongmeng Parasitism Technique in hand, after practicing the first Hongmeng Insect, it already means that the entire Da Luo Sect will become a vessel for his parasitism, and will be sucked dry by him in a very short period of time. Nutrition for all.
Using this as a stepping stone will make Hong Yi's cultivation level soar by leaps and bounds!
"Three years, or less than three years, I will be able to practice the Hongmeng Parasitism Technique to reach the realm of human immortality!"
Hong Yi slowly raised his head and looked at the starry sky, his eyes even colder:
"But, Meng Shenji, my uncle! This realm seems to be far from your level. I heard that in addition to your physical body, you also have an Eight Tribulations soul."
"That means I still need to catch up with you along the way to the soul, and then I can ask you in person in front of you..."
He clenched his fists and looked up at the sky, with deep hatred in his eyes:
"How could you be so ruthless and have the heart to kill my mother and your...sister!"
