Chapter 462 Born From Yang Yu's Fist

Chapter 462 The one born from Yang Yu’s fist...

Huhu~

The dark and gloomy scene was reflected in Yang Yu's heart.

Because of the miraculous power of 'Old Mother Wants You to Conquer Qilu', he had already mastered the ability to look inside himself many years ago.

As his martial arts improved and his spirit climbed, internal vision was no longer just about seeing the meridians and internal organs, but he could now penetrate deep into the internal organs and spy on the subtle flow of blood.

You can even count the fibers of your own muscles.

call!

suck!

Amid his long breathing, Yang Yu's mind sank to his dantian.

"Yin Yang Great Millstone..."

Yang Prison whispered in his heart.

As if being inspired, the strands of inner breath and blood are absorbed by the slowly rotating red and gold millstone in the dantian.

After half a year of grinding, he finally condensed this Yin-Yang millstone today.

Completely mastered this 'Yin Yang Wuji Kung Fu'.

"call!"

Yang Yu concentrated his energy and turned his mind into his palms to slowly push the millstone, crushing the erratic inner breath and blood energy.

After a long time, the red-gold grinding wheel trembled slightly.

Then, in Yang Yu's mind, a drop of red-gold liquid fell into his dantian.

Tick ​​tock~

It's like the melting ice water on the eaves drips into the vat, causing little ripples.

Yang Yu's body trembled, and suddenly, everything in his mind's perception seemed to come alive. Even what he saw when he looked inside seemed to have faded away and became clearer.

So angry!

The blending of qi and blood does not mean that it turns into a substantial liquid, but that compared to the inner breath and blood qi, the true qi is so much more condensed that it gives the illusion of being condensed into a liquid.

One drop, two drops...

until connected.

"It's done!"

After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yang Yu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes widened and illuminated the dark room.

Qi and blood blend together, and hundreds of classics are forged.

Generating true energy means that half of this level has been passed, and the rest is just a grind.

As soon as all the breath and blood in the body are turned into true energy, the furnace can be lit and the most violent flames will be used to burn away all traces of martial arts practice in the body.

You can advance to the rank of Grandmaster and start attacking the 360 ​​acupoints all over your body, as well as the 'Xuanguan Acupoint' that varies from person to person.

For this step, he had resisted the urge to take the ‘Ren Yuan Great Pill’ for the past half month.

"Forged through hundreds of times, it's not enough..."

Yang Prison sighed.

During the meeting with the sloppy Taoist half a year ago, until the end, he did not ask where the old Taoist was. It was not because he had forgotten or because it was too late, but because he suppressed it.

With his current martial arts skills, it is almost impossible to fight against a sloppy Taoist without magical powers.

The sloppy Taoist said that his talent was extremely poor, but he was really a supreme master who had no disciples. He had created many unique skills and superior martial arts through his own perception of the world!

Looking at the past three thousand years, his talent is also the best among the best!

No matter how conceited Yang Yu was, he would never think that his seven years of practice could surpass the great master's accumulation of more than four hundred years...

"It's great!"

Before Yang Yu finished breathing out his breath, he heard exclamations from outside the courtyard, which seemed to come from a very far distance.

"Um?!"

Yang Yu frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves and opened the door. People appeared outside the courtyard. He saw a young Taoist boy running three steps at a time and running towards him in panic:

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster! An old woman with a big belly is coming to see you!"

"???"

Even though Yang Yu thought he had a calm mind, he almost stumbled after hearing these words.

"Who are you looking for?!"

"Looking for you!" Xiao Daotong panted and replied from a distance.

‘Zhenzhen Zhang still has such romantic debts? ! ’

After being stunned, Yang Yu came back to his senses. He took a step forward, and his body was like a roc, flying sideways with the wind. After a few ups and downs, he noticed something strange.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, he could see a group of Taoist priests being forced to retreat in the unpaved square outside.

An old woman with white hair and a hideous appearance could even be called ugly came into the view with a big belly.

Her breath...

"This this……"

A Taoist priest from Xuankong Mountain has a sword in his hand, but how can he dare to draw it out?

Not only them, but even Lu Qingting was a little worried. Could it be that the ancestor really had some romantic debts that have not been handed down?

It's just that this old woman looks a little scary...

"Bah!"

Just when Lu Qingting and other Taoists were still doubting whether their ancestor's taste was too strong, the old woman seemed to sense something, and the old woman suddenly let out a sharp neigh.

boom!

This neighing sound came suddenly, and it was even sharper than a sound that a human could make.

"ah!"

"Enemy attack!"

"ah!"

Even though all the Taoists in Xuankong Mountain were on guard, they were caught off guard and suffered a big loss. The ones closest to them had their eardrums pierced directly.

But there are only a few ordinary people who can worship into Xuankong Mountain. The panic lasts only for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, there is the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

Boom!

But before they could attack them, it was as if a muffled thunder exploded in front of them. The void was like a tide, and the wind was like water. With one blow, all the Taoists who were attacking from all directions were knocked away.

Only Lu Qingting managed to dodge properly and shattered the wind with one sword. His body turned around and his sword was like a forest, directly pressing against the old woman.

Wow!

The sound of the sword flashed, causing ripples to hit his face, like stars falling from the sky, coming with extremely murderous intent.

The sword light was like starlight, once it burst out, it could penetrate everywhere.

His movements were fast and his swordsmanship was sharp, but the moment the sword light burst out, Lu Qingting couldn't help but frown.

Where was the old woman in front of him?

As far as the eye could see, the void in front of him seemed to have turned into a huge and transparent mirror, and in the mirror, another self was reflected.

Dang~

Lu Qingting's thoughts flashed, and the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang in his ears. Where his sword tip touched, a large piece of fire suddenly burst out.

The "self" in the mirror actually came out with a sword, pointed the sword with the sword, and killed himself with the same momentum and the same swordsmanship!

"What is that?"

Lu Qingting looked stunned, holding his sword to block, and retreating violently, while the 'self' in front of him actually chased after him, and at the same time, a sharp voice like a night owl came out of his mouth:

"Lu Qingting, born in Tianhuang Great Realm, Ding'an Dao of the Nine Daos of Central Plains, poor since childhood, intelligent, and lucky, at the age of eighteen, he was recognized by the Dao Fruit 'Tianma' and obtained the magical power 'Shenxing'..."

Swish!

As the voice echoed, Lu Qingting's pupils couldn't help but shrink violently, and the monster that walked out of the mirror actually surged with his extremely familiar breath.

That was,

"My Shenxing?!"

Zhengzhengzhengzheng~~~

The huge sound waves still echoed, and the Taoists who were shaken away heard the extremely dense sound of metal clashing before they landed.

On the huge square, two figures came and went, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, like ghosts.

"Who is so bold?!"

In the Xuankong Temple, figures rose and fell. Before they arrived, the sword light had already exploded. Lin Er shook his clothes and stood up, holding the sword.

The man and the sword became one, like a long rainbow piercing the sun. In just a moment, they had already killed their way out of the Taoist temple. With a glance, he saw two Lu Qingtings fighting for life and death.

"Huh?!"

Lin Er frowned and was about to ask when he heard Lu Qingting's long roar from the field:

"That old woman has magical powers, don't get close to the 'mirror'..."

"Magic power..."

Amid the whistling wind, Yang Yu walked on the leaves. His perception was so sharp that in an instant, he had already captured the magical aura that emerged almost in no particular order outside the temple.

And the sound of Lu Qingting's long roar.

That mirror is...

But before he could take a closer look and analyze it, a hideous old face appeared in front of him:

"Zhang Lazi, do you still recognize me..."

Boom!

Without thinking, Yang Yu clenched his five fingers together and threw a punch. The powerful force that could not be resisted by Pei Mo was instantly released.

"Get out!"

Clang!

It seemed that there was a sound of metal clashing and rolling, accompanied by a sharp and mournful cry:

"You are not Zhang..."

Boom!

The punches rose and fell, and the air waves were like tides.

Once he made a move, Yang Yu would not hesitate at all. The yin and yang millstone in his dantian shook violently, and the surging true energy had already surged to his whole body.

Although Yang Yu took into account the Xuankong Temple and restrained the sharpness of the Tyrant Fist, this punch also contained the surging power of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants.

Bang!

The punch fell like a mountain.

It was like a bronze mirror was overturned by a punch, and a large piece of flowing light flew in front of his eyes. In the void where there was clearly nothing else, a figure actually fell out from the broken flowing light.

The white hair danced wildly, and an extremely shocked and angry expression flashed across the old woman's pale and blue face, but she didn't even have time to roar.

The fist had already fallen heavily again.

There was no change at all, just an ordinary punch, but in the eyes of the old woman in white and the Taoists inside and outside the Xuankong Temple, it was as heavy as the earth and as vast as the sky.

There was no change, but it seemed to cover the changes of the Zhoutian, pushing straight forward, but blocking all the space in front and behind to avoid.

No retreat, no dodge!

"Ah!"

Finally, a scream sounded in the explosion.

In the surging air flow, the old woman fell down like a straw, and the huge force smashed the newly repaired square with just one blow.

Dust filled the sky, and earth and rocks flew.

"You are not..."

Before the shrill roar of shock and anger could be heard, Yang Yu had already come from the sky to the ground, carrying the great power of ten dragons and ten elephants, and stepped on her screams!

"Hmm?!"

When Yang Yu stepped on the ground, his eyelids trembled suddenly. Amid the thunderous roar, he heard a small explosion.

It was like a bulging pig bladder was crushed by a step, making a "pop" sound.

What?

Yang Yu looked down.

Under his feet, the white-haired old woman was like a pancake, sticking to the ground tightly, with only a piece of skin left!

And in her lower abdomen, in the gap broken by the huge force, a baby less than one foot tall and covered in blood suddenly came out!

Holding his feet, pulling the umbilical cord desperately, screaming anxiously.

"?!"

Yang Yu really didn't expect this scene, and subconsciously raised his feet.

The blood-stained baby screamed and jumped out, and in a flash, he actually ran a hundred feet away, screaming in panic:

"Mom, save me!"

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