The two masters fighting in the field were a young man and a monk. As their bodies flew, the wind from their fists shook, and the big stones on the ground exploded one after another. The violent fists and palms alternated, and the strong Yang energy burst out in all directions. Ghosts and Gods could not invade, and evil spirits fled.
"Is this the fight between Wu Sheng?"
At this time, Hong Yi quietly escaped from the black fog. He watched the fight between the young man and the monk, and then "watched" them soar into the sky like smoke. He was also secretly shocked. The real Wu Sheng was really powerful.
It was not that Wu Sheng did not have a spirit soul. On the contrary, their spirits were very strong, and their willpower was even stronger than that of Ghost Immortals. It was just that in the process of gradually practicing martial arts, all of the spirit was integrated with the blood in the body, turning Yin into Yang.
This was just like Hong Yi's practice of Essence Qi, which was to transform the Qi and blood in the body into a pure Yin spirit.
As for the cultivation of martial arts, it was to completely transform the pure Yin Divine Soul into Blood Spirit.
This kind of practice sacrificed the superb Taoist magic arts and the ability of dismemberment and reincarnation. Instead, it was replaced by a strong body and momentum.
If Hong Yi integrated all of his spirit into his body and transformed the Yin energy of his spirit into the power of blood, how strong his body would be!
Hong Yi's cultivation had improved greatly, and he had already seen through some things. He knew that in fact, after practicing martial arts, after opening all kinds of acupoints and entering the Realm of Human Immortals, the final Vacuum-shattering Technique was almost equivalent to a person achieving Yang Spirit with his own body.
Although the Vacuum-shattering Technique was different from the Realm of Yang Spirit, in essence, both were pure Yang bodies. As for combat capability, Hong Yi had not practiced to that point, and he had never seen a martial arts master who could Vacuum-shattering Technique fight with a Yang Spirit master, so he did not know who was stronger and who was weaker.
However, judging from the momentum of the fight between the two Wu Sheng masters, it was indeed shocking.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Wu Sheng was nothing special. He just punched and kicked, and his strength was strong and suffocating.
But in the eyes of ghost immortals and daoists, they would truly feel the terror of Wu Sheng.
Even with Hong Yi's powerful spirit, he still felt that the center of the fight between the two Wu Sheng's was not much weaker than the thunderbolts in the Jade Annulus of the Immortal Capital.
It wasn't impossible for him to get close, but it would definitely be very difficult.
"This youth must be the Marquis Champion."
Hong Yi's body did not move. He had already retracted the Grand Sun Flame and condensed his spirit into a ball. He tried his best not to let the chilly wind leak out as he observed the battle in the field.
The youth was wearing a luxurious robe sprinkled with purple gold. He had a purple gold crown on his head like Hong Xuanji's, and a bright yellow belt around his waist. It was a royal item, obviously bestowed by the Emperor. Otherwise, even if it was worn by a duke or marquis, it would be against the rules and would be impeached. It would be a crime of great disrespect.
His body was also very well-proportioned, slightly taller than Hong Yi. But overall, there was not much difference. His features were clear, as if they were carved by a meticulous brush. His lips were tightly shut, the bridge of his nose was slightly high, and his forehead was square and round at the same time. His temples were full, and there was a faint golden color of blood circling around his temples. It was obvious that his qi and blood had been cultivated to the extreme and had begun to boil, causing the two temples to have a hint of the "sun"!
The temples, the temples, the true saints of martial arts, the transcendental human immortals, when cultivated to the extreme, the temples would give people the feeling of a real blazing sun.
"Good fellow! Not to mention his martial arts, this Champion Marquis youth's appearance alone is already a person of great fortune and wealth. His fortune is unimaginably deep. No wonder he was conferred the title of marquis at such a young age. "
Looking at the monk who was fighting with the Champion Marquis, he did not shave his hair. There was a layer of black hair growing on his head, but it was faintly scarred. It could be seen clearly that he was a real monk.
This monk had a ruddy complexion, big hands and feet, a tall and sturdy figure, and big ears. He seemed to be in his forties or fifties. He wore a black gold kasaya, and when he attacked, he was like lightning. The wind from his fists was fierce, like the roars of dragons and tigers. His energy seemed to be endless.
As these two great experts fought, Hong Yi could not clearly see the subtle changes when he looked at their martial techniques again. He could only see their movements separating and combining, and every time their muscles collided, it was like a lightning strike from the heavens. The air was shaken violently, and waves of air surged.
"The martial techniques of these two people are a level higher than that of Wu Housekeeper!"
Hong Yi looked at it and understood in his heart.
"Enduring Monk, I've already captured all your disciples and put them into the Gourd of Good Fortune. You're the only one left to resist. What's the use? Now that the destruction of the Wugui Sect is a foregone conclusion, why are you still so stubborn? Hand over the Cosmos Sack and follow me back to the Da Qian. With your identity as Wu Sheng, I can guarantee that you and your disciples will be fine. I can even ask the emperor to grant you a temple. As long as you wholeheartedly pray to Buddha and don't plot to restore the Daizen Temple, you can live in peace. You can even become an eminent monk and preach the essence of Buddhism. If you continue to resist stubbornly like this, there will be no result. "
Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, Hong Yi suddenly heard the voice of the Champion Marquis.
The voice of the Champion Marquis was very clear. Each word was as smooth as jade, like pearls. It reminded Hong Yi of the sound of reading in the Hanlin Academy.
However, after hearing it, there was an irresistible sense of command in his words. It was as if his words were an order, a military order. Anyone who heard his words had to obey. In their subconscious minds, their first reaction was to obey his words.
Simple words actually had such magical power.
Hong Yi knew that this person's words were like mountains, and no one had ever resisted. After a long time, this kind of momentum was naturally cultivated.
"Haha, haha! Haha! I, Enduring Monk, escaped from the destruction of the Daizen Temple and hid in the wilderness for 20 years. I didn't expect to be caught up by you dogs. I swear I won't stop until I destroy the Da Qian! Haven't you heard of the saying that it's better to die in glory than to live in dishonor? Today, you have the advantage in numbers, so you can take my life! But if you want to kill me! You'll have to leave some of your lives behind! "
The Enduring Monk laughed loudly. His voice was desolate, indignant, and heroic. It was as if he was a heroic figure that had reached the end of the road. When Hong Yi heard this, he sighed in his heart.
"Enduring Monk, do you think the Witchcraft Sect is kind enough to take you in? The Witchcraft Sect is just using your Cosmos Sack to plot something big. I don't think it's worth it for you to ask a tiger for its skin. You've seen this group of Witchcraft Sect. They kill living creatures and practice evil techniques. This is not what humans should do. They are demons who have completely lost their humanity. The Daizen Temple is also an upright Buddhist temple. As a highly virtuous monk, you have completely lost your compassion by associating with this group of demons. How can you have the face to advance to the peak of martial arts, the Human Immortal Realm? "
The Champion Marquis' reading voice sounded again. It was still unhurried, but it naturally had a kind of oppressive force that disintegrated the other's fighting spirit.
"Hahahaha! Even if you're full of nonsense, how can you shake my heart? The Daizen Temple is too compassionate. That's why we refused to kill you when your army came to kill us. You and I have cultivated Wu Sheng, and our spirits are unshakable. Do you want to use such words to shake my heart? To defeat me? Young man, don't quarrel with words. Use your martial arts and your Taoism to kill me! Don't make me despise you! "
The Enduring Monk laughed again. Suddenly, he pushed out his palm, and his strength was like that of a giant dragon and elephant.
"Dragon and Elephant Seal!"
Hong Yi saw that the Enduring Monk was using the Dragon and Elephant Seal. As the fist intent changed, the giant dragon and elephant were vivid and powerful in people's eyes.
The Enduring Monk's physical strength exploded. His black gold kasaya bulged, and his whole body grew by half. He really looked like a guardian deity in Buddhism.
"Enduring Monk, if you don't use the fist technique that appears in the Tathagata Sutra, how can you be my opponent?"
As the Marquis Champion spoke, he casually waved his hands like a torrential downpour, sprinkling the surrounding wastelands. He immediately received the fierce and violent punch of the ninja monk. Then he sprang up with one leg and kicked out.
"I wonder what the origin of the Champion Marquis's martial arts is?" Hong Yi watched the Champion Marquis move. The Champion Marquis's fist intent was not revealed, and it seemed that he did not use his full strength. However, he could feel that the Champion Marquis's martial arts intent was extremely profound, covering the wilderness and operating creation. There was a feeling that the sun, moon, stars, and the Boundless Universe were under his control.
"Could it be that this is the fist technique of the Path of Creation? However, the Champion Marquis's appearance is vaguely similar to the outline of Prince Yu. Could he really be the Emperor's illegitimate son? Is he a prince living among the common people? "
Although this was his guess, Hong Yi could not be sure, especially since he had not seen the Dao techniques of the Path of Creation, nor had he seen the martial arts of the Path of Creation. He knew nothing and naturally could not make a guess.
"It's obvious that these two people will not be able to determine the winner in a short time."
Hong Yi watched the fight between the Enduring Monk and the Champion Marquis. Their qi and blood were strong, and their punches and kicks were thrown back and forth as if they were flying. As the air exploded, there was not the slightest sluggishness in their movements. He knew that these two people's breaths were long, and they were not willing to use their full strength to fight. It was definitely not a matter of one move or one move to determine the winner.
At this time, there were many ghost immortals around, and the winner had not been decided. The two Wu Sheng experts naturally did not want to fight to the death, and they still had to guard against any sudden attacks.
Hong Yi divided his thoughts and saw that in the sky, there was another dark cloud and a ball of light fighting.
Obviously, these were also two ghost immortal experts.
In the dark cloud, a dark and thin Daoist priest vaguely appeared, and a command flag full of talismans fluttered around this Daoist priest.
This command flag was only the size of a palm, and it was triangular in shape. It was unknown what the flag was made of, but as it swayed, it emitted a few gusts of black wind, which wrapped around the body of the dark and thin Daoist priest and flew him into the air.
At the same time, beside this dark and thin Daoist priest, there were five corpse emperors with golden wings and golden flesh crowns flying up and down. They spat out a shining golden pill from their mouths, which looked a bit like the Golden Essence Pill of the Peacock King's Five Elements Sword Pill.
As these corpse emperors flew, they spat out this golden pill. Once it came into contact with the enemy's magic, it immediately exploded, turning into dozens of sharp golden Sword Qi, cutting in all directions. After the cutting, the corpse emperors inhaled, and the golden Sword Qi gathered into a ball of golden Vital Qi, which was sucked into their mouths. After a few breaths, they condensed into a pill again.
"Is that the sect master of the Wugui Dao, Yu Wutong? And his magic treasure, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Command Flag? That magic treasure is really powerful. It can actually carry him into the air. "
Hong Yi knew that this dark and thin Daoist priest was the sect master of the Wugui Dao, Yu Wutong, and the command flag that carried him into the air was the Ten Thousand Ghosts Command Flag.
This magic treasure was refined from the condensation of countless ghosts, and every seven days, it needed to be fed with a large amount of fresh blood. With the power of these ghosts, Yu Wutong could fly into the air without relying on the power of others, and roam the world.
As for the five corpse emperors, they were tyrannical existences that could fly into the sky and burrow into the ground. They also cultivated their own inner cores, which made them much more terrifying than a martial arts great grandmaster.
Right now, Yu Wutong was fighting with someone.
Yu Wutong's opponent was sitting on the ground, surrounded by a faint green aura. His spirit soared into the sky and turned into a ball of light, fighting fiercely with Yu Wutong.
This man was wearing a cloak with many bird feathers on it. His face was calm, but he had a hooked nose. His hands formed a seal, which was a Buddhist meditation gesture.
Needless to say, this was one of the eight great demon immortals, the Divine Eagle King, who had always been a loner and lived far away from the Great Desert.
Actually, Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha could not figure out why the Divine Eagle King would submit to the Champion Marquis and even control the Creation Gourd for him. This was the same as being a coachman.
To let a demon immortal be a coachman, Hong Yi could not imagine how there could be such a powerful person in the world, unless he was one of those ancient Saint Emperors.
However, Hong Yi only stopped observing the Divine Eagle King for a while.
He focused more of his attention on an object.
It was the sect master of the Wugui Dao, Yu Wutong, who seemed to be carrying a large bag on his back.
The bag was neither silk nor linen, and its color was very strange. It looked like leather, but it was not the skin of any animal. The more Hong Yi looked at it, the more he felt that the material of the bag was human skin!
This large bag was tied tightly by a rope that looked like a tendon, but it did not seem to be the tendon of an animal, but a human tendon.
A huge trace of pure Yang power faintly flowed out of the bag.
"This is the Cosmic Cloth Bag? It must be the Cosmic Cloth Bag! But how is this a cloth bag? It is clearly human skin! Even Wu Sheng's skin does not look like this. Could it be? Could it be the skin of a human immortal? "
After Hong Yi's heart trembled, it trembled again.
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