Chapter 615 Martial Arts Master
Bailian was about to draw his sword.
At this time, a sunspot fell like rain.
The aftertaste of a chess match fell obliquely in the space, and the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling onto the board easily overwhelmed the sharp whistle that burst out from the mouth of the human face.
The particularly round and powerful chess piece is like a drop of clear ink, falling between the eyebrows of the human face.
A force that is not overbearing and powerful but very mysterious is like a weapon that breaks the situation. The breath of the stone patterns on the human face is intertwined and decomposed.
With a bang, the face on the mountain exploded into a deep round pit.
Blood was constantly flowing in the pit, as if the human skin had been burst and injured.
Meng Zifei’s energy stopped flowing away, and the souls of the deceased took two big breaths of yang energy.
He kept choking and coughing hoarsely, bending over and backing away, his face turning blue and gray.
In just a short moment, he seemed to have aged ten years, and his dark temples were stained with a few inches of frost.
What is this! So evil!
Jiang Shaoyu behind him was also frightened, with his mouth open and unable to say a word.
"I said, how long do you want to talk? My time is very precious." A clear and crisp voice came from the long wind.
Everyone couldn't help but look up. On the strange black mountain, there was a crimson shadow. Under the rugged and silent wind of the long night, the charming crimson woman was like a painting. Slowly, It outlines the desolate and beautiful outline.
Meng Zifei recognized the woman's identity at a glance, and his eyes subconsciously avoided her.
But as her eyes flashed, she saw several human faces reappearing at the foot of the mountain she was standing on, with their eyes open and their mouths open, as if they were trying to pull her into the abyss.
Meng Zifei's face changed drastically, and he reminded loudly and hoarsely: "Be careful where you step!"
Yin Baishuang didn't even look at him, snorted coldly, and her thin white fingertips condensed again. A sunspot reflects a cold luster.
The faces seemed to smell something extremely dangerous, and the stone eyeballs were turning crazily in their sockets, sometimes murderous, sometimes greedy, sometimes unwilling.
In the end, all these emotions turned into fear, and those faces disappeared little by little into the mountains.
Yin Baishuang glanced at her feet with a cold expression, seemingly disdainful.
As the red dress fluttered, she fell down like fire. With a backhand, she shot the black bullet in her hand to the ridge.
A small and round chess piece seems to be struck by a heavy hammer from heaven.
The pitch-black hill suddenly flew backwards, sending up countless smoke and dust, flying grass clippings, and the huge pitch-black outline was instantly swallowed up and disappeared by the night.
Not long after, heavy and suppressed footsteps came from deep in the forest.
Thirteen sunspots hung in front of Yin Baishuang again. Her almond-shaped eyes were cold and silent, and she sneered: "When will the stone demon be able to hang out with monkeys?"
Human-faced white ape. He himself is a powerful monster at the pinnacle of the Spirit Bearing Realm, and the heavy mountain it has been carrying behind it is actually such a terrifying monster.
In the darkness, a man as burly as a mountain kicked aside several thick beams blocking his way and walked into everyone's sight.
He licked the punctured wound between his arms and looked at Yin Baishuang expressionlessly. His voice rumbled like thunder, as if it contained some kind of power from heaven and earth: "Cangwu Palace, Moqi Palace."
Yin Baishuang didn't pay attention to the overwhelming hostility emanating from the stone demon.
The stone demon is born from the spirit of stone. It is the most difficult kind of demon among the demon clan to cultivate and develop spiritual wisdom.
It is difficult for them to transform naturally. They need to endure thousands of years of wind and frost, thousands of thunder forging, and thousands of years of sea immersion before they can develop a trace of spiritual wisdom. Only by absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth over time can they become monsters.
And this stone demon has a lot of cultivation, and is only one step away from overcoming the tribulation. However, looking at its stone age, it has not experienced the long history that the stone demon should have experienced, at most it is less than a thousand years.
Looking at the appearance of this breath, it is obvious that an abnormal method was used to practice.
The magical power that hides the face in the stone and sucks the monk's yang energy just now is not the magical power that the stone demon should have.
The yin energy in his body is very strong. It is thought that the body of the mountain stone originated from a place with extremely evil yin, and was born from the yin devouring. After becoming a spirit, he needs to absorb a large amount of yang energy from human monks to recuperate the body. Yin energy balance.
It is normal for such an abnormal spirit-former to be far stronger than the demons in the same realm.
But unfortunately, all things are interdependent.
Moqi Hall, the 361 chess pieces in the hall are all refined from Bodhi seeds in the Western Brahma Realm.
Bodhi tree belongs to wood.
The stone demon is of earth origin.
Holy wood overcomes the Yin earth and is unfavorable in all directions.
Bailian's punch failed to leave any traces on the body of the stone demon. Instead, Yin Baishuang and his two sons fell and injured his body.
Furthermore, Yin Baishuang's own cultivation level is not weak at all, so it is naturally difficult for the evil stone demon to make trouble in front of her.
The upper wound between the stone demon's arms cracked wider and deeper, and no matter how much he licked it, the blood could not be stopped.
His eyes rolled fiercely, and in a rage, he actually tore off his own arm with his bare hands and threw it aside.
After a while, his shoulders kept beating, and a new arm actually grew out of him.
The stone demon clenched his fist and said in a cold voice: "The people from Cangwu Palace dare to break into my demon world alone. Do you think you can leave here alive today? Even if your spirit defeats me, this mountain The demons are attacking in groups. Even if you have the Shifting White Piece in hand, you will not be able to escape your fate."
Yin Baishuang said coldly: "Before that, I will get rid of you, the stone demon."
The stone demon's eyes were cold and forbidding, he took a step forward and crushed his torn arm.
The arm instantly shattered into countless stones, but at a certain moment it was endowed with magical energy. The finely broken stones seemed to come to life, dividing into countless small stone figures and scattering away. .
This move is obviously intended to summon the monsters hiding in the mountains.
"Trouble." Yin Baishuang spat out two words lightly, and the dozens of sunspots floating around him turned white, and shot out into the void in all directions, carrying the matter of piercing the clouds and splitting the mountains.
Dozens of white flames entangled themselves into a space field. The scattered little stone figures hit the cliff of the field formed by Bai Zi and were instantly burned to ashes.
The Yinshan stone demon's face was extremely cold, and a cloud of Yin flames surged in his cold eyes, and he waved his left hand towards the waning moon in the sky.
In an instant, the light of the waning moon suddenly dimmed a lot, and traces of black air flowed from the sky to his palm, instantly condensing into a solemn atmosphere.
The aura around him changed drastically, and the remaining branches and leaves that were shaken by the long wind seemed to be frozen in space. Suddenly there was silence. Even Bailian, who had adapted to the dark night atmosphere, couldn't help but feel an unknown sense of oppression. . While the momentum was brewing, a muffled sound of thunder suddenly sounded, and two white stones exploded. It was a force from outside the field that broke into this field tyrannically.
Yin Baishuang's eyes suddenly turned cold and he looked somewhere deep in the forest.
"That's enough." It was a man's voice. These two simple words made the stone demon look extremely frightened on his face.
The black brilliance on his fists faded away. As his burly body trembled, he slowly lowered his head and knelt in the direction of the voice: "Master Haonong, why are you here? . "
Meng Zifei and Jiang Shaoyu couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the stone demon's change of attitude.
In Baiqiu Mountain, although the war slaves have distinct classes, the demons in the mountain are warlike and ferocious by nature, and no one submits to anyone’s discipline. The demons only plunder, devour, and bite, except for the prison magic generals. Other than that, I have never seen them surrender to anyone.
However, this piece of Baiqiu Mountain was created by Milu, and the hands of the prison magic general could not reach here.
He looked at it with a bit of curiosity.
I saw a middle-aged man of medium stature walking out of the dark jungle.
He was dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, a short and smart cardigan, and trousers made of coarse linen rolled up to his calves. The trouser legs were tightened, revealing a pair of strong calves, and he wore simple straw sandals on his feet.
There was no unusual temperament in his whole body. The way he walked over with a hoe on his shoulder was more like a country farmer who had just finished farm work in the fields.
Mediocre appearance, mediocre dress, and mediocre aura.
But it made the stone demon tremble.
The middle-aged man named Haonong casually placed the hoe on his shoulder on the ground, his expression showing a bit of displeasure.
"I told you half a month ago that a great madman has broken into the devil world. He attaches great importance to the atmosphere of the moon. You can draw the essence of the moon to defend the enemy like this. How can you call that madman I'm afraid the whole Baiqiu Mountain will be buried with you."
The stone demon is in front of this person. He didn't dare to make any mistakes or be disrespectful in front of him, and hurriedly lowered his head lower: "It's because of the devil's negligence."
Haonong stopped looking at him, and turned his eyes. He was much more vicissitudes than he appeared. The eyes reflected the outline of Yin Baishuang: "When can humans be so arrogant in the demon world?"
Yin Baishuang looked at this extremely ordinary man: "Are you different and human?"
When these words came out, Meng Zifei and others were shocked.
In this mountain, there are actually humans who can suppress the demons?
Mencius has been in the mountains for many days, and this is the first time he has seen a human being without a collar outside the slave camp. It seems that this person's identity is far from being as simple as it appears.
"Yes, I am a human being just like you." Haonong was very honest: "But there is one thing about me that is very different from you. Although I am a human being, I am obsessed with the devil and use your family's sect to In other words, I should be the scum of the world and a heretic.”
Yin Baishuang frowned: "Demon cultivator?"
Bailian shook his head and said: "There is no demonic energy in his body, so he should not practice demonism."
Haonong smiled: " Who says that those who have a demonic heart must be demons? Even though I practice the orthodox Taoist techniques, it still can’t change the fact that I have been killing humans all year round and destroying various Taoist sects.” .
Bailian spoke again at this time: "But I see that you are not an orthodox warlock of Han Xuanmen. The aura in your body is mixed, your spiritual power nodes are blocked and your spiritual roots are short. Shenzang is so dark that there is no spiritual energy, but instead the body is full of spiritual energy, overflowing on the surface of the skin. ”
As he spoke, he blinked and came to the correct conclusion: "You are a martial arts practitioner."
Not only Meng Zifei, but even Yin Baishuang couldn't help but look surprised.
In today's era of abundant spiritual energy, physical cultivation is almost in decline, not to mention that none of the three sects in the world specializes in physical cultivation.
Even if you look at the entire first-class immortal family, you can't find a warrior body cultivation force.
Even though it is the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance that gathers loose cultivators from all over the world, the conditions for body cultivators to join the alliance are also extremely strict.
Since ancient times, martial arts cultivation has always been a remote path.
In today's world, most Qi practitioners look down on physical practitioners, thinking that martial arts practitioners are the path of cultivation chosen only by those with mixed spiritual roots and no path to immortality.
Once a Qi Refiner reaches the Kaiyuan Realm, he can fly with a sword.
On the other hand, martial arts practitioners, even those who have reached the Yuanfu realm, which is the same level as the Qi Refiner's Tribulation realm, still have difficulty wielding a sword.
All this stems from the fact that those who practice martial arts have grassroots spiritual roots and cannot store a large amount of spiritual power at all.
Moreover, the longevity of a martial artist is far inferior to that of a Qi refiner.
A monk in the Tribulation Realm can live for a thousand years, but a warrior in the Yuanfu Realm can only live for five hundred years.
As time goes by, it becomes more and more difficult for physical practitioners on the mainland, and this way gradually declines.
On the contrary, some people who are born with the blood of immortals and have strong bodies are very interested in physical cultivation. They can use their own blood to make up for the shortcomings of incomplete spiritual roots.
But in the human world, those who can achieve deep attainments in martial arts have been extinct for thousands of years.
When the man named Haonong heard the word Wufu, he felt it was extremely harsh. He lowered his eyebrows and his voice became colder: "So what?"
But Bai Lian did not mean to ridicule him, and faced him. He looked a little interested and said: "I'm very curious. Since a thousand years ago, hundreds of immortal sects have been like clouds. Since then, the spirit of Lingshan has flourished, and the immortal spirits have flourished, while the martial arts have gradually declined. There is no human being on the Tianyao Continent who can cultivate the body to the realm of Yuanfu. How did you do it? "
Haonong turned his eyes and seemed unable to understand why this young man was so interested in the way of physical cultivation. He said rather coldly: "What can I do if I reach the Yuanfu realm? The human race admires the way of heaven and man. Even if I become the pinnacle of martial arts, it is just a joke that those high-ranking Qi refiners say they disdain. "
When Jiang Shaoyu heard this, his face turned pale and he said: "So you just surrendered. Entering the devil's path to train war slaves for the demons, but let go of killing my human monks!"
Haonong seemed to have heard a big joke, and his vicissitudes of life seemed to be filled with anger: "In You Qi refiners may think that warriors like us are narrow-minded people.”
Jiang Shaoyu snorted coldly and said angrily: "A villain has no integrity, abandons the good and pursues the weak. He is happy to think about what he has given, and angry about what he has taken away. If he is not a narrow-minded person, why would he vent his frustrated anger on others? .
Originally, I thought that the ordinary mind of a martial artist was limited by the quality of his own spiritual roots. Now it seems that it is true. It’s a path that only people with no ambitions would choose if their spiritual abilities are not good enough. It’s no wonder that their physical cultivation is in decline. How can they hope to go far in the long run?”
Haonong’s face suddenly sank, and he looked at it. It was unclear whether he was happy or angry, but his eyes were as red as if he wanted to eat people, which made his ordinary face look as terrifying as that of a demon.
He said with a sly smile: "You are not good at spirituality and mind? You are so arrogant. If you have great ambitions, why should you let the dog trap restrain you? If you are proud, you can take it by yourself. Circle, I'm here I promise not to kill you, and will personally send you back to the world until the day when the Crow Bridge connects the world. How dare you, this son of righteousness?"
Jiang Shaoyu's face froze, and he suddenly lost his temper. speech.
No one wants to be a useless person. Now that he has lost a leg, if his spine is also broken, even if he returns to the sect, life will be worse than death.
(End of this chapter)