"You can't leave!"
On the high platform chariot, Duan Zhengming saw this evil-looking person walking in front of him, with a strange expression on his lips that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.
The moment Duan Zhengming finished speaking, he hit the drums with a pair of drumsticks harder and harder.
The moment Duan Yanqing listened to Duan Zhengming's words, he wanted to retreat further and completely stay away from this high platform chariot.
But before Duan Yanqing could make a move, the sound of Duan Zhengming's drumming seemed to be part of some kind of mechanism. In the midst of the lightning and flint, the chariot on the high platform was close, and it was clearly shrouded in an iron cage with a shimmering cold light.
This iron cage just trapped Yanqing and Duan Zhengming on the high platform, and Duan Zhengming was still beating the drum.
However, at this time, when Duan Zhengming played the drum again, everything on his face was so happy, and even so determined to sacrifice his life generously.
"You are so determined, but you are risking your own life?"
Duan Yanqing's eyes flashed with cold light when he saw the prisons being built on the high platform around him.
Although he didn't know why Duan Zhengming trapped him here, Duan Yanqing still couldn't forget the heavy blows on the mountain of corpses.
He knew very well that although his master had extraordinary powers, if he was confined to a narrow area, even ordinary people would have thousands of ways to kill him.
"yes!"
"You are so difficult to kill. How can I see the slightest hope of killing you without taking action?"
The sound of the drum gradually became lower, and along with the sound of the drum, there was this Zhengming voice.
He seemed to be sighing for something or remembering something. After a while, Duan Zhengming threw away the drumstick in his hand and saw the evil ghost-like Duan Yanqing in front of him.
"Things should not have developed to this point."
"My father and I, as well as the senior monks in Tianlong Temple, have discussed that we will hand over the Dali Kingdom to Zuo for twenty or thirty years."
"When Prince Yanqing gets tired of sitting in this world, in the years to come, Prince Yanqing, you can become my Dali and exist like the patron saint of the Duan family."
"Of course, it's not as good as God's calculation."
"My younger brother is ignorant and slow. He always thinks that it was you, Prince Yanqing, who took over the Duan family, and that's how it got to this point."
When Duan Zhengming threw away the drumstick, he sat cross-legged on the high platform of the chariot. Although Duan Yanqing didn't know what kind of backhand Duan Zhengming had, he felt clearly that the throbbing feeling in his heart could not be faked. !
He was also thinking of a way to leave the prison, but the Duan family seemed to have settled everything early in the morning. They thought of the worst case scenario early in the morning. This prison was made of hundreds of smelting irons, and each of the iron bars had the appearance of an adult. Arm thickness.
When Duan Yanqing put his hands behind his hands, he had already twisted his sword fingers, trying to break through the iron fence with the invisible sword energy generated by the six-meridian divine sword.
However, the six-veined divine sword, which was like killing chickens and dogs on the battlefield, only left three or five white marks when it collided with the iron fence.
Duan Yanqing had already raised his head and saw the joints of the iron bars. He didn't know where Duan had found such a prison. The joints of the prisons were also tightly adhered together, and the whole body seemed to be seamless without any flaws.
"Don't you think it's a little late to talk about these things now?"
"Your brother sent nine urgent reports to Zhu Xia with the intention of killing me!"
"Not to mention the methods you used before, when you killed me, you didn't necessarily show any mercy!"
Duan Yanqing couldn't find any flaw in this prison. When he looked at Duan Zhengming in front of him, there was still a sneer on his lips.
The iron crutch is still in his hand. No matter what thoughts Duan Zhengming has, if he instills the iron crutch with Zhen Gang, Duan Yanqing estimates that he can get out of trouble in about half a cup of tea.
"At that time, we didn't know that the master's power was so terrifying."
"What happens on the battlefield can only be decided on the battlefield. There is no such thing as being soft-hearted."
"Prince Yanqing, Mr. Duan wants to make a deal with you. I wonder what Prince Yanqing wants?"
Duan Zhengming listened to Duan Yanqing's sneer and just shook his head slowly. If there was even half a hope, he would not die like this.
But if he really wanted to do it, he would probably die here today.
"Why should I make a deal with Duan?"
"You, Duan Zhengming, are also the prince. Is it possible that the ministers in the palace have never taught you that if you are unfaithful once, you will never be justified for the rest of your life?"
"The whole city of Dali was easily taken over by you and others. Let's not talk about your deal. Just say that I won't kill you all. Do you think I can really sleep at night?"
Duan Yanqing saw Duan Zhengming in front of him. The iron crutch in his hand was already covered with a layer of red light.
This is Duan Yanqing's true power covering the iron crutch in his hand. Regardless of Duan Zhengming's words about breaking through the mountain, Duan Yanqing has made up his mind to kill all the Duan clan members of the Tianlong Temple in Dali City after he escapes from the trap. That's enough!
"This chariot is full of gunpowder. If you hit the prison with an iron crutch, sparks will splash out."
"Not only under the machine chariot, Prince Yanqing, look down again and see what kind of things are stained on the soles of your feet!"
Duan Zhengming saw the iron crutch in Duan Yanqing's hand glowing red, and he quickly spoke out.
Who would be willing to die like this if he could live, even if it was just to survive?
On the other side, after Duan Yanqing listened to Duan Zhengming's words, his arm that was about to move suddenly froze.
When Duan Yanqing lowered his head, Duan Yanqing indeed saw that the soles of his feet were clearly stained with black particles.
After careful analysis for a moment, Duan Yanqing's face turned completely gloomy at this moment.
He had already recognized that the black particles that had been stained on the soles of his feet at some point were clearly the black gunpowder.
As Duan Yanqing's face darkened, the evil spirit behind him manifested itself again.
When the evil ghost's martial intention manifested, he stretched out his white-bone palms, trying to break open the iron fence in front of him.
However, the evil ghost Wu Yi behind Duan Yanqing is only the manifestation of the divine will after all. Even if it can move some things, it is at best the mysterious and strange martial intention, and does not really have a physical body.
If a real evil ghost appeared, he might still be able to break open the iron bars with brute force.
But it is just an evil spirit manifested by force, and it is obviously a dream to break open such an iron fence.
Seeing his useless efforts, Duan Yanqing thought of something again and turned his head to see the raindrops falling around him.
When he saw the rain, Duan Yanqing's gloomy face turned into a sneer again.
"No more bluffing."
"I'm afraid you yourself have realized that such an exquisite plan you have made is in vain at this time."
"Use yourself as a bait to lure me here, and then use such a mechanism to imprison me. If it were normal times, I'm afraid your plan will really be successful!"
"However, God is not good at it. It rains heavily. I'm afraid the black gunpowder under the chariot has lost its effectiveness, right?"
Duan Yanqing sneered and at the same time, he hit the iron bars in front of him with the iron crutch in his hand. Following Duan Yanqing's movements, another violent roar suddenly came from the small prison.
In just a few breaths, the iron fence was already bending visibly to the naked eye.
The Grandmaster's power, coupled with Duan Yanqing's Zhen Gang's activation, was extremely powerful. Even with such a clever mechanism, it felt vaguely unbearable at this moment.
On the other side, Duan Zhengming saw Duan Yanqing's actions, but he just lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head.
There was a look of depression hidden in his eyes that could not be concealed. When he looked back at this moment, Duan Zhengming's passionate drumming earlier was probably not to vent his happiness, but to ask the sky how unfair it was.
As for Duan Zhengming's subsequent expressions, looking at them now, I'm afraid they were more theatrical.
"well……"
In this prison, the last thing left was Duan Zhengming's sigh filled with all kinds of unwillingness.
Just like Duan Yanqing said, they are already planning to go to war, and there is no room for relaxation between them. The so-called Duan's conditions are just a little time bought for themselves by a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
By the time this sigh resounded, Zhengming, the middle section of the chariot, had no breath left.
After all, Duan Zhengming still didn't want to be killed by Duan Yanqing, so he just took advantage of Duan Yanqing to break out of the prison, cut off his own heart, and committed suicide.
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"Langjun, Langjun?"
In Zhongting Mountain, Wang Anshi saw Yuan Sheng next to him, stunned, and couldn't help calling Yuan Sheng.
"What do you mean?"
Following Wang Anshi's soft call, Yuan Sheng's mind was withdrawn from the Bai Jue Dao soldiers lurking beneath the battlefield.
"Mr. Lang, this period of Yanqing has become so possessed by demons. Do you want to go out and kill such evil spirits?"
Wang Anshi asked Yuan Sheng beside him in a worried voice when he saw Yuan Sheng coming to his senses and pointing at Yanqing in the middle of the water mirror.
"I don't think so."
"How things develop at the foot of the mountain has nothing to do with me."
"Duan Yanqing did such evil things, but after all, he is a pioneer on the path of martial arts."
"He walks out on his own martial arts path and can do whatever he wants. I'm just a monk on the mountain, but I won't interfere in the slightest?"
When Yuan Sheng heard Wang Anshi's question, he just shook his head.
Perhaps after spending some time with Wang Anshi, Wang Anshi was less in awe of Yuan Sheng than before.
Obviously Wang Anshi also knew that Yuan Sheng in front of him was also a man who would do anything to achieve his goals, but after all, Wang Anshi couldn't help but always place his sacred hopes of immortality and Buddha on Yuan Sheng.
"What about this section of Yanqing?"
Wang Anshi listened to Yuan Sheng's words of rejection, and then looked at Duan Yanqing in the water mirror, with a look of worry on his face.
"Just let him go. Duan Yanqing's blood-refining demon skill is indeed harmful to Tianhe."
"What does hurting Tianhe have to do with me?"
"What I can see is that Duan Yanqing is using this blood-refining demon skill to build his body as a master."
Yuan Sheng shook his head. He watched a great show and at the same time, he also focused part of his attention on Duan Yanqing.
He could see it more clearly than others. As Duan Yanqing's blood-refining demonic practice deepened, Duan Yanqing's true power had undergone various strange and special changes.
"this……"
Wang Anshi listened to Yuan Sheng's words and found it difficult to accept them for a while.
It can be seen that Yuan Sheng was only looking at some things that others could not see, and thinking about some trivial things. In the end, Wang Anshi just let out a long sigh like that Zhengming.
Yuan Sheng knew the temperament of the person next to him and talked about going to the mountains to practice meditation. But how could someone like him, Wang Anshi, who was used to worrying about things, really change his mind so quickly?
"Duan Yanqing has opened nearly 150 orifices. According to the thirty-six orifices of the Grandmaster, Duan Yanqing is about to reach the fifth level of the Grandmaster."
"However, compared to Duan Yanqing's improvement in strength, I would rather see what the so-called master's physique is!"
"Others can't see clearly, but when I controlled Bai Jue, I saw that when Duan Yanqing was refining the Gang Qi with the Blood Demonic Art, some of the blood Qi poured into Duan Yanqing's blood and even bone marrow."
"At the Grandmaster level, should I cultivate a Grandmaster physique?"
Yuan Sheng watched Yanqing's movements in the middle of the water mirror, and then thought about the physical issues of the Grandmaster realm.
Duan Yanqing and Xiao Yuanshan both thought that a master must have a strong body to carry his true power.
Yuan Sheng cannot be said to be interested in this, he can only say that he has great expectations.
After all, the worst thing about the way of chakra cultivation is nothing but physical problems. Even for existences at the Six Paths level, the physical strength is not very tough.
Yuan Sheng has always known that physical fitness is his weak point, even though he clearly masters Lei Ying's physical training methods.
It can be seen that after Duan Yanqing's blood refining magic skill, Yuan Sheng had some new ideas in his mind.
"Qi and blood feed back to the bone marrow. Strong bone marrow and strong Qi and blood will strengthen the muscles, bones, body, and skin..."
"If there is a martial arts that can directly cultivate strong qi and blood, thereby feeding the bone marrow, and then using the bone marrow to create blood to fill the whole body, can it be a different martial arts path from today's?"
"External strength!"
"I also saw Xiao Yuanshan practicing the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique of Shaolin. From what I saw, when Xiao Yuanshan practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, he absorbed the energy from the mountain and combined it with his own internal strength to make his own cells stronger."
"But cell metabolism occurs all the time, which also means that practicing the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility is basically in a state of retreat if you don't advance."
"I also saw the golden bell cover and the iron cloth shirt from the Song Dynasty Library."
"But whether it is a golden bell or an iron shirt, they are only combined with drugs to temper the toughness of your skin and flesh."
"In a sense, it is normal for external martial arts to be looked down upon by internal martial arts."
"After all, if you don't practice external skills, you won't be able to retreat. Practicing external skills basically involves suffering a lot of pain."
"Iron sand palm requires continuous beating in hot iron sand, while iron cloth shirt is worn on the body with a cloth soaked in medicine, and the external force is used to promote the body's absorption of the medicine."
"Without exception, these methods basically only touch the surface and never touch the root."
"Duan Yanqing's blood-refining demonic skill has provided me with a very good idea."
"External skills may not be about tempering the skin and body, but the blood must be tempered first, and the bone marrow is the best!"
"Blood, bone marrow..."
"In the Shaolin Temple, there seems to be a martial arts that refines the bone marrow?"
When Yuan Sheng's thoughts were rolling in his mind, he turned his head and looked in another direction.
In Yuan Sheng's eyes, he clearly saw a young monk heading towards Nanshan from outside the mountain.
If this monk was just an ordinary monk, he would naturally not be able to attract such attention from Yuan Sheng.
But when the golden light in Yuan Sheng's eyes disappeared for a fleeting moment, he could clearly see that the young monk's true energy was frighteningly rich, and the bone marrow in his body was clearly thick and thick to Yuan Sheng.
It seems that this person is already practicing according to the martial arts that Yuan Sheng just thought of?
(End of chapter)
