Chapter 175
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Shen Zhenyi's eyes turned cold.
He retreated and easily dodged the fierce attack.
"Netherworld Ghost Claw, how many people did you kill to learn this martial art?"
The more people killed, the stronger the killing intent, and the stronger the Netherworld Ghost Claw. This kind of martial art could only reach its peak by killing people.
"I have already said that I will not let go of anyone who learns martial arts."
Ming Jiuqi sneered and said arrogantly.
However, he did not kill all the people from the Twelve Sword Towers. He was just saying that.
Shen Zhenyi smiled calmly.
"Although you are exaggerating, you are cruel and merciless. You are not a kind person. You have harmed countless people with the power of your eyes. Today, I will not kill you. Instead, I will take your eyes. "
Ming Jiuqi said it as if the other party's eyes were already in his pocket.
"Shameless boasting!"
Ming Jiuqi was enraged.
He was very senior. No one dared to talk to him like that.
"My eyeballs are right here. I want to see what kind of ability you have to hurt me!"
Ming Jiuqi roared and attacked again. His right hand turned into a blue ghost claw and swelled several times. It swept towards Shen Zhenyi with a strong wind.
The ultimate change of the Netherworld Ghost Claw, Nirvana Underworld!
Even the Emperor was slightly moved.
"These old guys cannot be underestimated. It is obviously a flawed martial art. He has cultivated for hundreds of years and combined it with the power of his eyes to push the Netherworld Ghost Claw to such a level!"
Princess Yan frowned and said, "Is this move very powerful?"
On the surface, Ming Jiuqi's attack seemed to have slowed down a lot and its power did not seem to have increased. Princess Yan could not tell what was so special about this move.
Chanyu exclaimed, "You have not reached the peak of the Perfected Person Martial Path. It is difficult for you to understand the changes of the mind."
"He is now very close to the One with the Mind of the Ninth Level of the Perfected Person Realm. Although this paper window will never be broken, this move, Nirvana Underworld, is already showing some signs of it."
Only by comprehending the mind martial arts would one be able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth and truly reach the ninth level of the Enlightened Human Realm.
In the current World of Eight Cultivators, aside from the Eight Cultivators of Spiritual Transformation of the royal family, the other sects and clans didn't have any martial arts that truly targeted one's mind. If one wanted to break through to the Ninth Layer of the Enlightened Being Realm, one could only rely on one's own spirit and perception.
In fact, Chanyu Jing looked down on the Green Eye Clan the most. They were addicted to the flawed power of the bloodline and did not want to improve. It was the hardest for them to have a chance to break through. Therefore, the Emperor never took it to heart.
— — -but now that even an old geezer like Ming Jiu Qi was able to comprehend to such a level, these old sects really couldn't be underestimated.
The Emperor fell into deep thought.
Princess Yan was a little anxious. She asked again, "Then can Shen Zhenyi withstand it?"
The Emperor's gaze was a little strange. He glanced at Princess Yan and muttered, "Without the spirit of martial arts, it is ultimately empty. Shen Zhenyi's swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, but it is impossible for him to break this kind of martial art that is close to the top of this world. "
"Under the Yellow Springs of Nirvana, death is certain."
The Emperor's voice was cold.
Princess Yan's heart skipped a beat. Her body trembled slightly. She pursed her lips tightly.
— — But she didn't say a word.
She didn't dare to speak either.
Is this young man in snow-white clothes going to die just like that?
Actually, from a logical point of view, it was natural for this kind of ant from the bottom to be annihilated in the flood of martial arts. Going against the tide and standing out — — That was a miracle among miracles.
She didn't even dare to close her eyes.
Even if she couldn't bear it, she could only watch as Shen Zhenyi died.
— — This was the quality that the Emperor's successor must have.
But Shen Zhenyi didn't have the resolve to die.
He came to this world without the preparation to die.
He was born to create miracles.
Shen Zhenyi didn't even bat an eyelid at the Yellow Springs of Nirvana. He didn't take it seriously at all.
The Yin energy wreaked havoc. The ghostly claw was like a dragon. In his eyes, it was ridiculous and laughable.
His sword was as swift as the tip of a blade.
A flash of lightning changed the color of heaven and earth.
Psst!
The giant Nether Ghost Claw, like a balloon, was punctured by this flash of lightning, letting out the sound of air leaking.
The flesh and blood of the ghostly claw seemed to be drained in an instant, shriveling and shriveling.
Resentment flowed out, black fog curled around.
Ming Jiu Qi's hundreds of years of hard work was broken. He screamed in pain, anger and fear.
— — Then, he saw the bright tip of the sword.
This was the last thing he saw in his life.
Psst!
Psst!
Two soft sounds.
Shen Zhenyi's sword tip cut through the membrane of Ming Jiu Qi's eyeball. It was just a light touch, it didn't even cut through this fragile membrane. But in that instant, the meridians and True Qi that supported the Blue Eye were all cut off by his sword!
This time, Ming Jiu Qi was truly heartbroken.
The Nether Ghost Claw was broken, but that wasn't his Natal Skill. Even though it was heavily damaged, he could still slowly cultivate it back.
But this sword cut off all his hope.
The power of the Blue Eye was connected to his entire body.
After the sword, there were no more aftershocks!
Ming Jiu Qi could only see darkness in front of him. His eyes were in severe pain, and he couldn't see anything.
Shen Zhenyi said that his eyeballs were destroyed, and his eyes were destroyed.
He could no longer use the power of the Blue Eye.
— — For the people of the Blue Eye Sect, he was practically half a cripple.
"What!?"
The emperor finally couldn't sit on his dragon throne and suddenly stood up.
Ming Jiu Qi had comprehended the power of the mind and was close to the ninth stage of the Perfected Person Realm.
— — Unless Shen Zhenyi was at the ninth stage of the Perfected Person Realm, how could he injure his eyeballs so easily with one sword strike?
But … how could there be such a young ninth stage Perfected Person Realm?
How could there be such a fast cultivation speed?
The emperor tightly gripped the armrest, his palms sweaty. For the first time, he felt that the situation in the World of Eight Cultivators was beyond his control.
Princess Yan looked at him worriedly.
She felt a heavy shadow and killing intent — — the emperor's killing intent was already on full display, which made her feel even more scared.
It was also the first time she saw her father like this.
— — Perhaps, Shen Zhenyi dying under the Nether Ghost Claw would have been a happier ending?
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