Thousands of miles of yellow sand, a small pool reflects the moon, and the sky and the earth are as clear as a huge furnace.
The scorching sun was high, and Cao Yu was alone, strolling along the Dunhuang ancient road.
Ping Yuan Wuxin in front of him had already left him for dozens of miles, running for his life in panic.
Even though Cao Yu's kick broke the spine on his back and shattered the sea of qi, Pingyuan Wuxin still relied on his almost heaven-defying physique in the Nirvana realm to slowly recover his energy, and his leg strength was far better than that of ordinary masters.
It’s no wonder that since the realm of Nirvana is called Nirvana, it has the power of Phoenix to quench fire and turn decay into miraculous power. Although it cannot bring people back to life, the strong fire of life is like scattered sparks rekindled by the wind, which is enough to start a prairie fire. potential.
Arriving at Motuo Mountain in twelve hours is not difficult for a person in the Golden Body Realm, but for a person who has lost most of his cultivation, it is a test of life and death.
Motuo Mountain is located deep outside the territory, and it is bitterly cold all year round. On this journey of thousands of miles, Pingyuan Wuxin has already made up his mind to climb back even if he climbs. This is the only hope for survival!
The desert outside the pass alone stretches for hundreds of miles. On the way, you have to pass through endless swamps and miasma, and climb several snowy mountains before you can reach Motuo Mountain in the heart of the snowfield.
After the steaming sun shone through the swamp, it was hidden in the thick clouds, and the fluttering snowflakes, as big as finger caps, filled the sky and fields.
On the ice sheet, Pingyuan Wuxin, who had only half his life left, finally couldn't hold on any longer, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.
After more than an hour, Ping Yuan, whose whole body was covered in snowflakes, was kicked away by someone and rolled over ten times before he woke up with difficulty.
As soon as he opened his eyes, what came into view was Cao Yu's face that looked like he was urging the King of Hell to command him.
"If you just accept your fate, I will make it happen for you!"
Cao Yu's indifferent tone really made Pingyuan Wuxin's soul tremble.
When he stood up unsteadily on his hands and feet, he realized that his whole body was already in tatters and stained with mud, making him worse than even the most destitute beggar.
But Cao Yu had already gone far.
A huge sense of humiliation and frustration surged into his heart, making Pingyuan Wuxin's vision darken and he almost lost his breath.
"Cao Manzi, I will marry all the women in your family!"
When Pingyuan Wuxin cursed with all his strength, his whole body was surrounded by a cyclone out of thin air, and he was instantly pulled back to the burly man a thousand meters away.
Cao Yu was not polite to him and smashed his mandible with one punch.
"ah!"
Ping Yuan Wuxin's mouth was bleeding, and he was thrown to the ground like a big fish that kept flapping.
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The towering Motuo Mountain stands in the ice and snow, with an imposing manner that reaches the sky and the earth.
As the ancestral court of today's giant in the devil's way, there are four Nirvana disciples sitting in charge. Looking at the whole world, who is the best!
It's a pity that today, the silence that has been silent for many years was finally broken by a man who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts!
Cao Yu dragged Pingyuan Wuxin, who was like a dead dog, slowly to the foot of the mountain.
On the pure white snow behind him, a scarlet and dazzling bloodstain was dragged out.
A moment later, the extremely miserable Ping Yuan Wuxin knelt on his knees, his hair was pulled up, and he raised his head to face Mount Motuo.
"call."
Cao Yu said lightly.
Pingyuan Wuxin shook his head.
Cao Yu pressed his five fingers on his skull, gradually applying force, and immediately heard a scalp-numbing squeaking sound.
Ping Yuan opened his mouth unintentionally and trembled all over, but he endured the pain of his skull being on the verge of breaking and refused to make a sound.
Facing the sect's holy land, Pingyuan Wuxin would rather die than let him be humiliated!
There was no mercy in Cao Yu's eyes, and with murderous thoughts, the air around him suddenly became like boiling water.
A hooking sound cracked the stone and penetrated the air. It was majestic and thick, like a shot of cold light, rushing straight down from the mountain.
Cao Yu didn't move, raised his hand and blocked this airborne blow that could break through the sky.
Then a beautiful woman in red clothes with a blood-like color, holding a Yaoqin in her arms, her clothes flying in the air, landed in front of Cao Yu like a fairy.
"Let them go!"
Even if Gong Wuyue's face is angry, there is always an indistinguishable androgynous charm in the corner of her mouth.
Cao Yu glanced coldly at the third master of Motuo Mountain, whose cultivation was far above that of Pingyuan Wuxin, and sneered: "Are you worthy?"
Gong Wuyue was so humiliated that her eyes were as cold as frost.
Cao Yu frowned, and then said angrily: "Get out of here!"
Suddenly, he punched out with a powerful momentum like a rainbow, and the power of the fist was as strong as a god beating a drum. Gong Wuyue quickly formed a seal, and ripples continued to expand and spread in front of him. He only heard the sound of thunder from the sky, and instantly broke into countless water droplets. light spot.
Gong Wuyue's figure swayed and she put her hands behind her back.
After a while, the blood dripping from his sleeves quickly dyed the strings standing on his back red.
Cao Yu looked disdainful and never looked at him again.
They are both in the realm of Nirvana, but they are as different as clouds and mud.
In Cao Yu's eyes, Gong Wuyue and Pingyuan Wuxin are no different, they are both insignificant characters.
His eyes quickly fell on an old monk with white eyebrows who appeared at an unknown time.
The form is the form of compassion, and the heart is the heart of Mara.
Eight Masters!
The most powerful man on the surface of Mount Motuo, the national preceptor respected by three generations of foreign kings, and an existence comparable to gods in the eyes of thousands of subjects!
"Almsgiver Cao, we have met again. Now we are raising an army to punish you. I wonder where my little junior brother has offended you?"
The Eight Masters spoke softly and softly, making people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze. Even the overwhelming anger and grievances would disappear the moment he spoke, and it would be difficult to feel any anger at all.
Such cultivation has already reached the Buddhist state of being rootless and formless.
"He broke the rules and killed my disciple!"
Cao Yu spoke slowly.
Ping Yuan Wuxin trembled all over and said in disbelief: "...apprentice?"
Bashituo looked at Pingyuan Wuxin calmly and without saying a word, he had already understood the cause and effect.
"Even if that's the case, Almsgiver Cao can just kill him, why bother to go all the way to Mount Motuo?"
Cao Yu sneered: "This life is as cheap as a pig or a dog, I can't afford to pay for it!"
"Amitabha, all living beings are equal and there should be no distinction between high and low."
"You have your reasons, and I have mine. Stop talking nonsense."
Cao Yu interrupted the conversation bluntly.
"What do you want?"
Gong Wuyue looked at Cao Yu with an evil look.
The latter pointed at Gong Wuyue domineeringly: "I can kill you with three punches, and you have no place to speak here!"
An unbearable anger appeared on Gong Wuyue's face. As the most feared devil in the world, wherever he went, there would be a large group of people crawling at his feet, like ants looking up at the sun and moon. How could it ever be like today? She is like an angry little daughter-in-law who cannot let go of her anger!
Facing three Nirvana realms, Cao Yu was still able to crush enemies in the same realm with his invincible appearance. This is evident from his talent!
Both are at the peak of Nirvana realm. The gap between Ba Shituo and Cao Yu should not be so big. However, Cao Yu cannot be deduced based on common sense. He is especially good at fighting one enemy against many. The more enemies there are, the stronger this person's combat power will be!
Bashituo once said frankly that if he and Cao Yu were one-on-one, even if he lost, he would still be able to escape intact. But once Cao Yu is trapped in a deadly battle with an outnumbered enemy, his strength will skyrocket as the situation becomes worse. He will become stronger when he encounters a strong enemy, and the more he fights, the braver he becomes. This is the root of Cao Yu's great path, and it is also his most terrifying talent for cultivation!
This is a true genius with great fortune in martial arts. Even those who are as powerful as Gong Wuyue have to bow their heads.
The Eight Masters sighed: "If your Majesty cannot give up and give up, I am willing to accompany you to the end."
Cao Yu smiled and said, "You all come together, I have nothing to fear."
The Eighth Master closed his eyes, put his palms together, and said nothing.
Gong Wuyue looked on with cold eyes, expressionless.
Only Pingyuan Wuxin was kneeling on the ground, lowering his head and looking haggard.
The air fell into a deathly depression and dullness!
The snow is getting heavier in the mountains, with rugged rocks and strange pines. On the way down the mountain, a man who looks like a child and wears a loose black robe with bare red feet is breathing heat into his hands as he walks.
The sky and the earth are vast. This man behaves like an ordinary mountain villager. Walking in the mountains and forests, he should not be so conspicuous, but every step he takes and every movement he makes seems to be breathing the same breath as this Motuo Mountain, giving people a sense of Fusion into one, a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
When this person appeared unhurriedly at the foot of the mountain, Bashituo and Gong Wuyue saluted together, and Pingyuan Wuxin even knelt on the ground.
Cao Yu's expression remained unchanged, his fists were tightly clenched, and his fighting spirit had reached its peak.
The barefoot man rubbed his hands and said calmly: "Cao Yu, do you want to fight again?"
"I just want justice!"
"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. There is no door to hell but you have to break in. Now that you can't get justice, let's stay."
The barefoot man's tone was as relaxed as chatting at home.
"With you, they just have a better chance of winning. You can only know who wins and loses after fighting."
Cao Yu's tone was equally relaxed.
The barefoot man looked up at the snow, his spirits waning.
I have been guarding Motuo Mountain for a period of time, and I have never been as excited as today!
After all, when you are at your own level, it is really difficult to find a comparable opponent and start a fight.
I just don’t know where Cao Yu got the confidence to fight one against four?
If only Gong Wuyue teamed up with Eight Masters to face Cao Yu, it would be a losing battle.
But if the eldest disciple of Mo Tuo Shan takes action in person, no matter whether he is paired with Gong Wuyue or the Eighth Master Tuo, the situation is bound to win. What's more, this time the three brothers of the sect take action together, even if Cao Yu goes against the will again, he will definitely win. No hope of winning!
It’s nothing more than a question of the size of Motuoshan’s losses!
When going down the mountain, the barefoot man had repeatedly deduced that after eliminating Pingyuan Wuxin, who was completely useless, no matter what, at least one of the three disciples would survive. The best outcome would be that Cao Yu died in the battle, and Ba Shituo and Gong Wuyue Seriously injured, he escaped unscathed. In the worst outcome, Cao Yu took two people to be buried with him, and the remaining one was seriously injured.
Even if the worst happens, the barefoot man weighs it and is still willing to endure it! After all, Cao Yu's martial arts talent is too terrifying. If he is allowed to grow, he will become the life and death enemy of Motuo Mountain in the future, and even become another supreme saint in the world after the bull-riding Taoist priest and master!
By then, the balance between good and evil that has lasted for hundreds of years will be broken. For a behemoth like Mount Motuo that has already stood at the top of the devil's path, it will be a disaster!
Anyone among the four disciples can die, but the inheritance of Mo Tuo Mountain cannot be destroyed!
This is the awareness you should have as a disciple of Mount Motuo!
Different from the last time he climbed the mountain to ask questions, this time Cao Yu took the initiative to send him to the army to question him. If he was not killed on the spot, the prestige of Motuo Mountain would be damaged, and a golden opportunity would be wasted. Senior Brother came down the mountain for the first time in a lifetime. , that's why.
When walking down the mountain, everyone, including Cao Yu, knew that a life and death battle was inevitable!
Gong Wuyue quietly clasped the strings with her fingertips, waiting for the battle to begin.
At this moment, a man dressed in white with a lotus Buddha seal on his feet descended from the sky and stood behind Cao Yu.
"The poor monk has finally arrived. Isn't it too late?"
The monk in white smiled slightly, pinched his rosary beads, and said hello.
"Not too late, not too late, just right."
Cao Yu stretched out with a smile and said calmly.
Okay. One battle gathered more than half of the ten people in the world!
