Chapter 616 The Rules of Immortality
"Sir Haonong, these two people trespassing on Baiqiu Mountain are a capital crime, especially the woman in red. She is a disciple of Cangwu Palace. I beg you to kill them." Kill these two people!" The stone demon kneeling on the ground suddenly said.
However, Haonong is a smart person. Although his attitude towards Bai Lian and others is unclear, he seems to know that they can enter Baiqiu Mountain without touching the awakening of the demon general. The identities of these two people are naturally very different. Simple.
Although the two small Chengling realms are easy to kill, he obviously doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.
"Tonight I will not care about the crime of trespassing into Baiqiu Mountain tonight, but these two people are my war slaves. If you two intervene and insist on protecting, where is Mr. Milu? I’m afraid it’s hard to explain.”
Haonong said in an extremely blunt manner, but in fact he was secretly testing the attitude of the two people.
Milu, the young demon prince, has an extremely high status in the demon world.
Even if he is a prison magic general and the lower level Demon River is here, he has to respect this name.
But when he observed the expression on Bai Lian's face, it seemed that he didn't take Mi Lu too seriously.
Bailian looked at Haonong intently and said: "The seal curse is a secret of Yixuan, the sect of the Lord, enshrines the true son, and carefully upholds it."
As he spoke, he slowly raised one hand and made a mysterious fortune-telling formula. He said: "Haonong, I'm here for you."
Meng Zifei and Jiang Shaoyu both frowned, their expressions Faintly uneasy.
Yin Baishuang glanced at him but said nothing.
Looking at Haonong, his cold and fierce eyes instantly calmed down.
He threw away the hoe in his hand, his eyes were deep and cold, and he looked at Balian carefully for a long time before he slowly said: "Are you the Lord of Ancient Secrets?"
"Yes."
Haonong glanced at the people behind him and said, "I'll take a moment to speak."
Soon, Bailian followed Haonong to a place On the mountain peak, Yin Baishuang did not follow.
Using the water accumulated among the bluestones on the mountain peak, Haonong took a handful of water and carefully washed away the mud and sand between his palms, as if he was conscientiously completing some kind of ritual.
He squatted on the ground, turned his back to Bailian and said: "I don't know what method you used to defeat Lord Shuci, but what I am sure of is that Lord Shuci in Qingye World , I don’t want to kill you, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stand in front of me now.”
What he wanted to express was very simple, that is, at the Jun Gui Banquet and the Demon River Challenge, Shu Ci secretly let things slip.
Bailian has also investigated this point, although he does not know the purpose of Shuci.
But it is true that in the battle with Shu Ci that day, although the vine demon from the Qingye World helped him, this was not the only reason why he defeated Shu Ci.
“But this does not change. I replaced Shu Ci and became the new master of the ancient secrets of Yihe.”
Haonong said: “I don’t care how you became Yihe. Yes, but there is only one rule if you want me to be of use to you.”
"What?"
Haonong stood up slowly, his eyes as bright as lightning: "Dissipate your spiritual power to protect your body, and use your physical body to resist my punch without dying, and I will become a member of your ANBU. For the period of one river, You are at your disposal.”
One punch from a Yuanfu realm warrior can sink the sea and shatter mountains. With one punch, hundreds of mountains and thousands of demons will worship. It is a heavy force that even the body of a demon cannot bear. Not to mention dissipating the body-protecting spiritual power.
His simple words are no different from murder.
Bailian didn't think for too long: "Okay, you punch."
Haonong narrowed his eyes: "You know, looking at the entire demon world, the only one who dares to lose all his spiritual power and take a punch from me is Master Shu Ci."
Bailian said: "Now, there is a second "I'm dead."
Haonong seemed to have heard some joke and burst into laughter, but his eyes were like looking at a clown who didn't know how to live or die.
“Being young and energetic is not a bad thing, but whether you are a human being or a demon, you should be self-aware and don’t waste your life for something you shouldn’t ask for.”
百Li An smiled and said: "I'll try."
"I don't know what it means!" Haonong smiled wildly on his face, but his eyes were filled with coldness, and not a trace of smile reached his eyes.
In the strong wind, the cardigan and shorts on his body made a tearing sound, and pieces were mottled and broken, and were blown up by the wind.
As he took one step forward, the entire mountain collapsed several feet toward the earth, and pressure from all directions concentrated on his fist.
Haonong clenched a fist with his left hand, and the whole fist turned into a cold color like green iron, and punched Bailian in the front.
The moment the fist was struck, it was like a torrential rain pouring down, and angry thunder cracking the sky.
The punch that caused such a change in the world looked like others, ordinary, without any mysterious aura or exquisite secret technique.
Just one punch, but it made the entire space shake and shatter.
That fist was as fast as lightning, and the strong wind it set off was comparable to the sharpest and most domineering magic weapon in the world. The invisible fist wind carried extremely terrifying cutting power.
Some mountain monsters who were hiding in the darkness and watching the battle were swept away by the fist wind. Whether it was the steel-like scales on their bodies or the immortal protective demon feathers, they were all easily swept away by the fist wind. Everything passes.
In the darkness, countless bursts of blood confirmed this person's domineering and arrogant nature.
He killed the demons that Mi Lu kept in captivity. It was no wonder that the evil stone demons were afraid of him in every possible way.
Haonong's fist was extremely slow and arrived in front of Balian in an instant, hitting him in the chest.
Feng Feng Shang, who had not yet faced a head-on confrontation, could easily kill these demons. How could Bailian, who had lost all his spiritual power, be able to withstand this terrifying martial arts punch.
It wasn’t until the moment when his fist landed heavily on Balian’s chest that the sneer in Haonong’s eyes dissipated.
Regardless of whether the young man would die today, he at least felt that Bai Lian was seriously following the rules and took his punch forcefully without any spiritual power left.
Not to mention whether this behavior is reckless, Haonong likes people who keep their promises.
The white air waves set off by the terrifying fist power fanned out in all directions, covering most of the space.
Haonong has never practiced visual magic. He could not observe the situation behind the air wave, but he could clearly hear the heavy explosions behind the young man, which caused the entire mountain to collapse.
Then there was the sound of sand and rocks rolling down.
After a long time, the wind became calmer.
Within the area bound by his fist, demons lay everywhere, and the bright red demon blood flowed red throughout the mountain road.
And on the bloody top, there is a person standing still.
Haonong's eyes suddenly shrank in disbelief.
The wild wind has stopped, and only Balian's robe is beating continuously, as if being driven by the wind, making a hunting sound.
The light from the clear and cold waning moon in the sky covered him bleakly, making his skin extremely pale.
In the moonlight, Haonong saw a pair of eyes as scarlet as blood, and a death flower blooming seductively from under his fist.
For a moment, Haonong seemed to be captured by those bloody and gratuitously beautiful eyes. He was in a stalemate for a long time before he realized what had just happened.
The fist that landed on Bailian's chest trembled slightly, and Haonong retracted his hand in shock and unwillingness. The undulating clouds were blowing heavily, and the wind filled my sleeves.
Bailian still stood upright on the spot, the blood-red Bianhua flower slowly blooming on his chest then slowly withered as Haonong closed his fist.
As his body moved slightly, the coat on his body suddenly fell off like whitened ashes, and countless small bloody holes could be seen on the skin of his chest.
Seeing this scene, Haonong took a long breath and felt slightly relieved.
Although I don’t know what methods this young man used to still stand in front of him, but without any spiritual protection, how could he withstand a punch from the Yuanfu realm.
Haonong looked at Bailian carefully from head to toe for a long time, and said with a solemn expression: "My punch is enough to break all your internal organs. If you cherish your life, you can return to the Demon Capital City immediately. , summon the demons The holy hand Yun Zhongji will diagnose and treat you, but he can still save your life."
Although he does not recognize Bai Lian's strength, he can have the courage to take his punch. Regarding this, Hao. Farmers don’t hate it.
Bailian laughed and shook his head.
Although this punch is strong, in terms of physical body, the corpse demon can be said to be the most powerful race among the six realms.
Although his internal organs were all damaged, it was far from the point where his mouth was completely broken.
Haonong's face darkened and he said coldly: "You must not know what is good and what is good!"
Bailian made a surprising statement: "I will take another punch from you."
Haonong regarded his attitude as a defiant provocation, and shouted loudly: "You think I'm a tease..."
Before he finished speaking, his angry eyes and pupils shrank, and he couldn't help it. He watched with belief that the blood drops deep in the cracked wound on Bailian's chest seemed to be absorbed by the rice paper and returned to his body again.
Then there will be no more bleeding.
The bright red bloody mouth gradually faded away during the conversation between the two.
Bailian repeated: "I will take another punch from you."
Haonong finally became serious. He confirmed that he had underestimated the young man in front of him. He looked at him with an extremely serious expression and said, "I only used 30% of my strength just now."
Bailian secretly admired him.
Only 30% of the force was enough to damage his internal organs. Even with 10% of the force, it would be really overwhelming.
Before Bailian could speak, the sound of thunder and wind resounded through the broken mountains, and Haonong punched out straight away.
This time, he used 50% of his strength without hesitation, easily forcing the invisible spiritual power between heaven and earth into a substantial state, tearing it into countless turbulent catkins in an instant.
The physical body forms a mortal body in Yuan Mansion, and the Mansion hides heaven and earth.
Although it is difficult for Wufu to retain spiritual power in his body, in a sense, the energy of heaven and earth hidden in Yuan Mansion is essentially the same source as the breath of heaven and earth.
It is difficult to advance in martial arts practice, but once you cross the threshold of heaven and man, this body will no longer be an ordinary mortal body.
The peak of martial arts can also be glimpsed into the sky.
The fist, which was as sharp as gray iron, collided with Balian's chest, but the image of the boy's upper body being smashed into mud never appeared.
Bailian's body was shaken, and the mountain below his feet suddenly cracked, and the cracks continued for hundreds of miles.
The familiar red flower blooms in twins.
Bailian still did not fall.
Haonong's expression became more and more solemn. He stared at the two ghost flowers, his brows were tangled and frowned, as if he couldn't understand what kind of existence they were.
The Minghua does not contain any spiritual power, which means that Balian did not break the rules.
And Haonong also knows that even if they cultivate their physical body to a certain extent, while resisting damage, the body will undergo some extraordinary changes.
The fighting spirit gradually grew in his eyes, and he looked at Balian with deep interest and said: "I am very curious now, whether you can still stand as stable as you are now after receiving three punches from me."
Bailian's pale skin, exposed to the mountain breeze, slowly revealed a strange light red color at this moment, as if his body was silently bearing extremely terrible weight and damage.
But he smiled and said: "You can punch one more time, but after three punches, it's my turn to punch you."
Haonong was stunned, he looked at Baili An's eyes seemed to understand what his real intention was tonight.
In the martial arts world, there is an iron-blooded rule.
A formal duel between warriors will not compete with each other in terms of cultivation, spiritual power, Taoism, magical powers, magic weapons, etc., like Qi refining monks.
Their fighting method is very simple and very solemn.
That is, between two dueling warriors, each punches three times. After three punches, whoever falls down will be defeated.
A martial artist should avoid using force to disrupt discipline, and will never initiate a duel easily except at special and unnecessary moments.
They regard dueling as a very solemn and sacred matter. Once the winner is determined, the loser will devote his life's loyalty and life to the winner and will never betray.
Such a duel is not something Gu Mi can bear.
Shu Ci once held ancient secrets. He came to Baiqiu Mountain and punched him without death or injury. He swore an oath and promised to become one of Shu Ci's dark divisions in Yihe River.
But this oath has a time limit. One day Shu Ci is the leader of the demon world, and the other day he is an ANBU under her.
To this day, Shu Ci is no longer the leader of the demon world, and he no longer has to be bound by the oath.
Bailian was not discussing ancient secret rules with him, but the rules set between warriors.
"On this continent, there are many people who remember the rules among warriors, but you are the first one who is willing to abide by and implement these rules in thousands of years." Haonong withdrew his fist, and his vicissitudes of life His eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him, and inexplicably, he felt a little unbearably moved in his heart.
People in the world are divided into three, six or nine levels. Among the schools of cultivation, Qi practitioners have always looked down upon warriors, let alone abandoning their own strengths to meet the enemy's strength.
"So, will you accept this challenge?" Balian said simply and straightforwardly, and these few sentences hit Haonong's heart.
He laughed loudly, with an indescribable joy and frivolity in his laughter, as if all the years of gloomy coldness deep in his eyes had been swept away: "Yes, why don't you? If you are serious, Give me the strength, my body and my heart are all given to you by your hands.”
Without any more nonsense, Haonong couldn't wait to punch again.
As for this punch, he was extremely serious, so serious that people could clearly feel the deep respect in his fist.
When the fist came out, the warrior's ordinary punch was no longer seen. Haonong's fist wrapped up a gas of gold and stone. The moment the fist was raised, the slightly damp night mist seemed to be ignited. On the ruined mountain wall, countless fine and broken flowers blazed with light, like the light fragments of fallen stars falling from the sky.
The steep rocks were illuminated clearly, and the view between the two became clear.
Haonong punched very fast. The flower blooming on Bailian's chest visibly froze for a moment. The fist had not yet landed, but his chest collapsed and sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like water. A round bowl was turned upside down on top.
The sound of the sternum cracking and breaking was heard, and at the same time, Haonong punched him in the chest.
Several other flowers bloomed together, and their stamens were like tongues of fire from hell, wrapping up Haonong's fists, and then instantly withered and withered.
Haonong opened his eyes wide in surprise.
(End of this chapter)