This punch came silently.
Although the person who punched had the intention of killing, and punched the enemy in the back of the head, his expression was actually kind and peaceful, his eyes seemed to be closed, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.
What a kind old man, he is Na Yan Pingsheng, the leader of the Seven Kills!
This Bodhisattva-like boxing technique is also the Zhizhu Fist Seal in "Manjusri's Hands of Conquering Demons".
Originally, this kind of boxing technique was very superficial compared to the various martial arts of ancient civilizations, and the power of the moves was simply not worthy of Yan's ninth-level martial arts realm.
When he used this boxing technique to face Gu Yunqing, who was one level below him, he ended up in failure, which shows the difference.
But as the saying goes, after three days of separation, you should look at each other with new eyes.
Today's Yan Pingsheng has undergone a radical change compared to what he was a few days ago.
Guan Luoyang carefully selected and annotated the Hundred Qi True Form for him, as well as the essence of the Nine Heavenly Martial Arts, which he had read by heart during the days when he was transporting the coffin south.
Walking, sitting, lying down, breathing in and out, for several days and nights, he has been cultivating the secrets of it all the time, re-solidifying the foundation, and fully tapping the potential that he should be able to unleash.
The four words "reborn" are not only descriptions, but also facts.
Yan Pingsheng's current physical body, just the internal structure of the bones, has been adjusted no less than ten times during this period of time, step by step, step by step, but making great progress with each passing day.
Now, even among the Nine Heavenly Warriors of the ancient civilization, he can be said to be powerful.
Unfortunately, the person he wanted to attack was not simply Jiuzhongtian.
Miezheng Lei's realm is far higher than the foundation of his body, and the foundation of his body is no weaker than Yan Pingsheng.
When this silent attack hurriedly came from a mile away, the extremely fine substances in the air had begun to twist and become stronger thin lines, densely covered in the sky behind Miezheng Lei.
When Yan Pingsheng just punched out, before his arm could fully straighten, he felt a dangerous sense of confinement.
His movements suddenly stopped, and countless tiny threads from all over the world had touched his body, grabbing his movements and blocking his way.
As long as this punch continues forward, it will be torn apart by these thin lines in an instant.
And if you want to escape now, it's already too late, because these thin lines are not stationary traps, but part of the Thousand Mile Divine Whip.
Each silk thread is a whip. If a creature that approaches these whips still wants to escape, it will be faced with the force of thousands of long whips curling back and the tips of the whips being slashed.
At that moment, the opponent will experience what a neat death it will bring when the speed of the whip is accelerated to truly the same speed as lightning.
Miezheng Lei didn't even turn around at all, he already knew exactly how many pieces the sneak attacker behind him would be chopped into in the next moment.
But Yan Pingsheng made a very subtle move on the eve of his death.
The skin on his wrist tugged violently, and a thin arrow flying close to his wrist flew out.
Is that an arrow?
That's not what it was.
That was the thought that flashed through Yan Pingsheng's mind when he discovered that something had happened to the Seven Kills Cult Headquarters. He twisted a thin book he carried with him into a thin arrow. shape.
The seemingly paper-like arrows were unexpectedly not split open immediately after they flew out and met the long thin whips that were intertwined like a net and intercepted in front of them.
Instead, the collision between the arrow tip and those long whips caused the entire book to vibrate in high-frequency and subtle ways, and the surface of the paper highlighted a luster that resembled that of burned metal.
The traces imprinted on the paper become more active in this kind of vibration. Every stroke is vivid and vivid, jumping out of the paper.
Every word of pearl flew out from the arrow body and turned into a chant in the sky.
"In ancient times, in the vast wilderness, there was a clan of Earth Mother, with a natural foundation and wisdom. During the long history, they recorded endless thoughts and doubts, tried to figure out the answers, and gradually gained a glimpse of the wonders of the Tao..."
I don’t know who is writing a book in the void. The words are shallow and slow, and the rhyme is long. It seems to echo to the ends of the world, be rediscovered from the dust of ancient times, spread to new years, merge into the torrent of heaven and humanity, and reach the distant future.
"Understanding the truth of physical phenomena, the orbits of dust particles, and studying the changes of Tao power, gaining supreme pleasure, is called physical science, which is also called martial arts, and martial arts knowledge..."
The mysterious sound is ringing around, and the wind and mist all over the mountain are silent.
The grass blades do not move, the dust does not shake, the clouds and mists in the sky are stagnant, and the wind in the mountains ceases.
Only words flew out one by one, flying high into the sky and hovering in the clouds, like a golden halo.
The Thousand Mile Divine Whip, like the strange sound of energy and blood of a huge vine, stood right in the center of this halo, as if it was being protected and grown up by this halo.
There is no conflict between the two, but they seem to complement each other.
After the people of the Seven Kills Sect suffered a series of changes, the thoughts of shock, fear, confusion, and shrinkage in their hearts were originally coming and going, and they could not be calm.
But now, being shrouded by the mysterious sounds in the sky, I just feel that all the emotions are settling down, and my inner lake is inexplicably accompanied by these sounds, and I am falling into a strange kind of thinking.
Many doubts about practicing Tai Sui martial arts in the past have given me new inspiration.
Even Mie Zhenglei fell into a brief trance that he couldn't help but feel.
Then horrified!
Warriors below the Nine Heavens cannot resist the mysterious sound that fills the sky, and people from the Earth Mother clan are the easiest to be intoxicated by this mysterious sound.
However, Yan Pingsheng read the book all the way and read the handwriting over and over again, and became the most resistant to these voices among all the people present.
He took advantage of the slackening of many whip threads and pushed the arrow with his fist, piercing the back of Mie Zhenglei's head.
Although it only penetrated half an inch, Miezheng Lei let out a roar of pain.
The eyes of this master from the Heavenly Palace flashed with countless intertwined filaments, with curved and straight trajectories, and he was about to control the surrounding whip filaments again to kill Yan Pingsheng.
But when he just woke up from his trance, another sword came in front of him and pierced his forehead.
'What on earth is going on with this man? ! '
Miezheng Lei's eyes changed, and he was extremely shocked and confused. He clearly felt that the mysterious sound in the air had a strange attraction to the people of the Earth Mother clan.
However, Qiu Di was definitely not so severely affected by Mi Zheng Lei just now, so he was able to fly over and thrust out the sword when Mi Zheng Lei was in a daze.
Yan Pingsheng's fist and arrow could not pierce Zheng Lei's skull. The opponent's long hair was entangled with the arrow, and Yan Pingsheng heard the sound of his own hand making an overwhelming sound.
However, Qiu Di's sword penetrated straight into Mi Zhenglei's forehead and penetrated his brain until the tip of the sword touched the tip of the arrow.
Miezheng Lei heard a soft sound inside his head when the two weapons touched each other.
Immediately afterwards, violent colored light sprayed out from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.
The stream of colored light gushing from Qiu Di's sword instantly burned all the flesh and blood on the head of the Destroying Formation Lei into ashes, leaving only a skull that was burned like crystal.
"I'll turn!!!"
Miezheng Lei let out a violent roar in his chest, turned around, and broke his own neck.
The crystal skull was still hanging on Yan Pingsheng's paper arrow, while Miezheng Lei's headless body had fallen rapidly.
He stepped on the top of the mountain and ran towards the west.
Just because he had no head, it was a bit inconvenient. Qiu Di volleyed his sword in the air, and an arc of light hit Mi Zhenglei's back, causing his figure to shift slightly. When he flew out, his head... and his neck hit him. On the top of the mountain to the west.
A hole was opened on the top of the mountain, and when smoke and dust were everywhere, Miezheng Lei penetrated the mountain without hesitation and continued to escape westward.
When his head was burned off, he had already been severely injured by the colored light stream on the Qiu Flute Sword. The energy and blood all over his body were extracted and burned by the colored light, cutting off 60% of his energy and blood.
Qiu Di pointed a sword in his hand straight into the sky. The sword body immediately absorbed the surrounding light and airflow, generating an extremely strong flying power and carrying his entire body flying into the sky.
The people of the Seven Kills Cult saw a colorful stream of light flying high into the sky, passing through the clouds, and then landing in the distance.
The scenery is like a huge rainbow bridge spanning the mountains.
On the bridge, the clouds have gathered and the rain has fallen, and the fog has broken through the sky. Under the bridge, there are green mountains and green waters, and the cliffs are cold.
However, at the front end of the Rainbow Bridge, the man who was smashed under the bridge let out a strange and ear-piercing roar, which made this magnificent scenery somewhat imperfect.
The sound of swords and wind whistling were continuous and shaking the mountainous area, as if there were giant beasts all over the mountain struggling to their death.
After a long time, Qiu Di came back, holding a sword in one hand and a belt in the other.
"Master Yan?"
"People from Wudang?"
Qiu Di and Yan Pingsheng looked at each other. One saw the skull in the opponent's hand and the other saw the belt in the Taoist priest's hand. They couldn't help but smile at the same time.
Although Yan Pingsheng came back a little later, he also heard Miezhenglei's words about Gu Yunjin, so naturally he would not be confused between friends and foes.
"This bastard wants to destroy the entire Seven Kills Sect."
Yan Pingsheng held the skull and said, "I'm going to keep his head and make it into a hammer so that he can contribute to our Seven Kills Cult. However, it's up to you to burn this bone. It depends on what you want." .”
"This person practices the Thousand-mile Divine Whip. The hair on his head is very good, and his skull is even better. After I refined it, it is indeed a good material for making weapons. However, as a nurturing figure, the leader must pay attention to his image. , after all, there is something wrong with using such a weapon."
Qiu Di handed over the belt in his hand and said, "This belt of his is actually a medium-grade divine weapon of creation. If he had used this magical weapon when he used the Thousand-mile Divine Whip, the power would have been even more extraordinary. .”
"If the leader wants to be angry, wouldn't it be good to use this weapon to hit his accomplices in the future?"
Yan Pingsheng touched the shiny and smooth skull in his hand with some pity, and finally nodded.
The two had just chatted for a few words when everyone from the Seven Kills Cult gathered around and it was quite lively.
When everyone was about to crowd them up the mountain, Yan Pingsheng raised his hand to signal the many elders, deacons, and disciples to wait.
After a while, I saw a tall horse pulling a cart on the mountain road, slowly approaching.
There was a coffin placed on the cart.
Although everyone didn't know why, they all became quiet when they saw the coffin.
Yan Pingsheng walked over, held the coffin with his hand, and said slowly: "While I was away from the main altar, I experienced very strange things..."
As the people of the Seven Kills Cult Headquarters listened to the words of their leader, their faces, old and young, gradually showed similar expressions of shock and pain.
Qiudi watched all this silently.
A few hours later, in the courtyard arranged for Qiu Di by the people from the Seven Kills Sect.
The little crab crawled around on the stone table and muttered: "The things on the Seven Kills leader are so strange. It seems to be talking about the martial arts of our Earth Mother clan, but the way the book was written, It doesn’t look like it was done using our martial arts at all.”
Qiu Di asked: "In the martial arts of the Earth Mother God Clan, there are also many parts that use sound and light. In that book, there are glowing words flying out and making sounds. Isn't it strange?"
"Although our martial arts seems to involve the study of the use of light, heat, thunder and lightning, etc., especially our Yuanjun Temple, we are experts in this area. The other two forces will also pay attention to exploring many martial arts when they are in the hands of the monarch. Changes other than matter, but our foundation is based on matter."
The little crab said, "The person who wrote that book was on the other hand. When he wrote that book, the spiritual aspect far outweighed the material aspect."
Qiudi thought: "You mean, the benefactor met by the leader of the Seven Kills is not from the Earth Mother clan, let alone the temple?"
Although Yan Pingsheng's previous description briefly mentioned being rescued by an expert, etc., this part did not go into too much detail. He said that mainly to break the Seven Kills Sect's idea of sitting in a well and watching the sky, and to cultivate enough Crisis awareness comes.
However, thinking about it in Qiudi, the expert definitely did not come from the Yuanjun Temple. Since he also took action to kill people from the Tiangong Temple, there is a certain possibility that he came from the Taiyuan Temple.
Now the little crab has another idea.
"I can't speak too absolutely, but I think that person is probably not from the Earth Mother God Clan."
The little crab said, "Have you forgotten? We once talked with the people in Wudang about why we started to wake up fifty years ago after being buried and sleeping for tens of millions of years."
Qiu Di's expression changed.
The little crab jumped on the table twice more and continued: "And let me tell you, the middle and high-level people of Taiyuan Temple are a group of particularly annoying arrogance and war maniacs. In our time, from their establishment to their rise, It only took a thousand years to become a top power."
"And during those thousand years, almost every year, there were multiple tribes and countries that were annihilated and conquered by them at any cost. According to the few things the leader of the Seven Kills said, and the respect for that person between the lines, I think it can also be used as evidence to show that that person is not a master of the temple."
As he talked, the little crab made a strange laugh.
"Hehehe, and the sound made by that book is really nice, just like the sound of Empress Yuanjun talking to me before..."
In fact, the little crab had been immersed in the Xuanyin of the Arrow Book for longer than Mie Zhenglei.
However, Qiudi and her were one in wisdom and aware of each other, but they were still independent and not affected so much, so they were able to seize the opportunity.
Qiu Di laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid of Yuan Jun?"
"You don't understand. I'm talking about the past, when I was not Yuanjun's disciple."
The little crab jumped up, grabbed a strand of hair hanging from the side of Qiu Di's ear, and hung it on it like a swing.
"At that time, Empress Yuanjun was my favorite person. Just hearing a word from her made me happy for a long time. But later, I successfully became a disciple and..."
The little crab hesitated, "Of course, the empress is still very good. It would be better if she didn't care about my meals, homework, and making friends."
Qiudi suddenly said: "By the way, it's time for you to eat again."
"Eat your balls!"
The little crab said quickly, "Wait, someone is coming."
The little crab crawled to Qiu Di's shoulder, wrapped around the back of his neck, and hid it under his hair. Sure enough, there was a person outside.
After Yan Pingsheng came in, he smiled and said, "What do you think of this courtyard, Taoist Master?"
"I'm worried about big things and have no time to watch."
Qiudi said, "But now that the leader is here, this important matter can finally be discussed."
Yan Pingsheng was not a man who beat around the bush. He sat aside, grabbed the teapot, poured two cups, and said: "Looking at the Taoist priest's skills, I understand that the Taoist priest also knows many secrets. The purpose of coming here is to kill us seven times." Are you going to join the Ming Dynasty?"
"Originally we just came here to form an alliance, but Mi Zhenglei and the others died here, and the situation became more urgent than we thought before."
Qiudi got straight to the point and explained everything about the ancient civilization, the three major forces and so on.
When Yan Pingsheng heard words such as using the north as a buffer, he couldn't help but sneer on his face.
Qiu Di also felt a little ashamed and helpless. Back then, they were unwilling to stop the Northern Expedition easily, but after comprehensive consideration, the Ming Dynasty did not have that kind of strength.
Fortunately, Yan Pingsheng did not dwell too much on this matter.
Things that cannot be justified in terms of human relationships may be the helplessness of reality. Without sufficient strength, no matter how good your intentions are, you cannot realize them.
The two discussed for a long time and finally set a general framework for Ming's various support for the Seven Kills Sect.
They chatted until it got dark, and when Yan Pingsheng was about to leave, Qiu Di asked again.
"Master Yan, you mentioned the master who saved you before. Do you have his contact information and his specific name?"
Yan Pingsheng thought deeply: "Senior claimed that his surname is Guan and his given name is Luoyang. He said that he will go south, and he should also visit Sichuan and Sichuan."
"close……"
Qiu Di was stunned.
Yan Pingsheng saw his expression was different and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that the name reminds me of something."
Qiudi pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes for a moment, raised his head and smiled at Yan Pingsheng, "Master Yan, I wonder if you could draw me the appearance of that senior?"
Yan Pingsheng pondered for a moment, nodded, dipped his tea in, and drew a portrait on the stone table.
Although he had read poems and books in his early years, he did not have any profound attainments in painting. However, after he became proficient in martial arts, he could control the details so that the pictures he drew were lifelike and almost indistinguishable from real people.
"Luoyang, Chengzhou..."
Qiudi looked at the portrait and was lost in thought for a long time, and couldn't help but laugh again.
The little crab asked quietly behind his ear: "What are you laughing at?"
"nothing."
Qiudi chuckled lightly, raised his glass and looked up at the sky, and said, "I don't know why I'm laughing. Maybe I'm just thinking that although some people claim they don't know how to name, sometimes their names are very appropriate."
"People are like Qiu Hong... go and return..."
(End of chapter)
