Chapter 897: Dao Fist Intent, Straight to the Other Side

Lu Buan smiled and said, "If you die, everyone will be dispersed. There seems to be no more treasures here."

His tone was so relaxed that he didn't treat those fourteen people as human beings at all.

Yang Qingxuan sighed secretly, this is the world where the strong are king, not only Lu Buan, but also Wu Ying, everyone is like this, and they didn't take the lives of those fourteen people seriously at all.

Yang Qingxuan raised his head, his golden eyes flashed, as if he saw something, he smiled lightly, not paying attention. After that, he made a formula with ten fingers, sat cross-legged in the void, and practiced in concentration.

The rest of the people are also in their own camps, cultivating, talking, waiting for time.

Thousands of feet above the sky, where Yang Qingxuan's fiery eyes swept across, Zhuang Quan looked down with a pale face, and his heart was shocked: "He found me?"

"That's right, it's not a strange thing to find me to be able to make such a terrible punch, and I am worthy of being Ziyuan's host."

"I remembered that people from Juntian Zifu were also looking for him, this kid must have a huge secret hidden in him."

"There is actually a teleportation array under this star formation. Could it lead to that place? Could this be the entrance left by Yaheng?"

Zhuang Quan muttered to himself in the sky, his eyes showed complex divine light, sometimes shocked, sometimes afraid, sometimes contemplative, sometimes confused.

...

An island in the Black Sea.

In a large secret room, in a dark environment, a group of black shadows crouched on the futon, embracing each other, trembling, as if they had experienced unimaginable fear, and kept talking nonsense, "Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding...a misunderstanding...uh..."

Soi Ying's head was hunched in his neck, and he could only see the unkempt hair, and the messy ground, with traces of madness everywhere.

Suddenly, a cloud of black air appeared in the originally dark secret room, as if it was generated out of thin air, changing continuously in the secret room, slowly forming a figure, and landing.

The figure's eyes burst into shock, he stepped forward a few steps, patted the black shadow on the shoulder, and called, "Ye Wucha?"

"Ah!" Heiying yelled in horror, hurriedly shook the arm away, and ran to the corner, squeezing his body against the wall desperately, crying in fear: "Misunderstanding...it's really a misunderstanding... "

The figure was startled, and said in amazement: "It actually counterattacked the main body through the shadow clone! This, how is this possible?!"

In the dark secret room, the shocked face of the figure appeared, it was Ye Cheng, the left envoy of the dark night, he swallowed with difficulty, and walked forward.

Ye Wucha was terrified, with tears and snot on his face, as if he was crazy, and shouted desperately: "Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding... You believe me, it is really a misunderstanding..."

Ye Cheng nodded and said, "Don't be afraid, I trust you and know that this is a misunderstanding."

Only then did Ye Wucha calm down, and asked with some doubts: "Do you really believe me?"

Yesheng nodded heavily.

Only then did Ye Wucha calm down.

Ye Cheng walked forward cautiously, and suddenly he pointed his right hand, and moved forward quickly, like a flash of lightning across the sky.

"Hey!" Two fingers instantly touched Ye Wucha's eyebrows, and then the finger formula changed, and he tapped more than ten acupuncture points on his body, and finally pinched again, pressing on the eyebrows, and a steady stream of black air poured into it .

"what!--"

Ye Wusha screamed in horror, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, countless black air gushed out from the acupuncture points in the pair of pointers, turned into waves and swayed on the surface of the skin.

The frightened and frightened expression turned dull, and then slowly quieted down.

I do not know how long it has been.

Only then did Ye Cheng take a long breath, and withdrew his fingers.

Ye Wucha's face became expressionless, and his eyes were a little dull, but slowly gathered the light in his eyes, and a bright light appeared little by little.

"What's the matter?" Ye Cheng said calmly.

"Huh!" Ye Wucha breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still full of unconcealable shock and fear, and he said gratefully: "Thank you. If you didn't save me this time, I'm afraid I would go completely crazy."

Ye Cheng said, "What's going on?"

Ye Wucha's face turned pale, and he smiled wryly, "Didn't you see it all?"

A gleam flashed across Ye Cheng's eyes, and he said, "I only saw him throw a punch to break up your shadow clone, and I don't know the rest."

Ye Wucha said in fear: "That punch not only destroyed my shadow clone, but also shattered my martial arts heart, and even the main body was affected, and I fell into madness directly."

Ye Cheng stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "The power of that punch has not reached the peak of the heavenly position, and can crush your shadow clone. But it is indeed the meaning of the Tao, and it contains extremely terrifying rules of the Tao. Even a strong person in the Dao realm cannot do this."

Ye Wusha said dully: "You mean... to reach the other shore... Realm King Realm?"

Ye Cheng's face was extremely serious, he turned around and paced in the secret room, obviously feeling extremely restless, he stopped after a while, and said in a concentrated voice: "Although I'm not sure, this Dao is so strong that it's still in the hands of Yehou and Yaheng. On top of that, even the Japanese edict should not have such a terrible meaning. You are the person who experienced that punch, and you should have more and deeper insights than me. I came to you just for this matter. I want to know, who is Yang Qingxuan?"

Ye Wucha thought for a while, but his face was bloodless, it seemed that the process of recalling made his liver and gallbladder split, and he broke out in a cold sweat without knowing it.

"At that time, I hardly had any thoughts. I just wanted to escape, escape! But my whole body seemed to be frozen. No matter how much I wanted to escape, I just couldn't move. My martial intention and Dao heart were completely shattered. If you say that punch The meaning below is the vast ocean, so I am just an ant under the vast ocean, not even an ant."

Ye Wucha said tremblingly, his face full of horror, as if he was in the fear of memories, and began to mutter again: "Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding..."

Ye Cheng's expression changed, and he shouted loudly, "Calm down!"

A lion's roar shocked the original heart, and brought Ye Wucha back again.

"Gulu." Ye Wucha's face was bloodless, and after a while of fear, he hurriedly took out a jade bottle, poured out some colorful pills in his hands tremblingly, and then swallowed them with his head raised.

Ye Cheng was getting more and more frightened, what kind of morality was that, to scare the leader of Tu Ye, who was running across the Black Sea, into a bereaved dog.

After Ye Wusha swallowed the elixir, his expression softened a little, and he said: "If that Taoist intention really surpasses Yehou, Yaheng and Riyu, then in this star field, there are only a handful of such people."

As he said that, his face suddenly changed, showing great panic, and he said in a trembling voice: "Do you still remember, when I was going to kill Ziyuan, you said a name..."