In the wilderness, the sun was shining brightly. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth sat motionlessly on a rock under the shade of a tree. In front of him, a long needle danced up and down.
This long needle danced up and down at an extremely fast speed. It actually pulled out a red line in the air. It was like a line formed by dancing sparks, or like a goddess weaving a blood-red net.
Peng peng peng peng peng!!!!
As the red line danced, it pierced through wood and stone, leaving behind a series of needle holes. There was no hard material that could stop it from penetrating. It could simply be said to be indestructible! Everything that blocked it was destroyed!
Suddenly, the red line that filled the air retracted and turned back into a blood-patterned steel needle. It floated quietly in the air, twisted twice, and turned back into a red line. In a flash, it fell into the hands of Hong Yi who was sitting on the rock.
As soon as the needle fell into his hands, Hong Yi's soul returned to its original position. He opened his eyes and looked at the steel needle in his hands. In his heart, there was a feeling of flesh and blood connection with this blood-patterned steel needle.
That's right, it was the feeling of flesh and blood connection. In other words, even if someone else poured their soul into this needle, it would be difficult to move it. This was because a trace of Hong Yi's thoughts had vaguely established a connection with the needle. It was like a part of his body and could not be separated.
"Luckily, that Taoist's soul was destroyed. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to move this needle."
When the soul was destroyed, the thoughts also dispersed. This needle naturally became an object without an owner.
"When the soul reaches the realm of moving objects, the power is indeed greatly increased! Ordinary martial artists are not a match for it at all! Now that I'm moving this blood-patterned needle, even if five or six martial artists wearing iron armor are in front of me, I feel that I can easily assassinate them! "
The needle was lighter than a sword. With the current strength of Hong Yi's soul, it was even faster than a sword! After all, a sword weighed a few kilograms, while a needle was only a few coins. The difference was a hundred times and could not be compared at all.
Hong Yi felt that not only Martial Masters, but even normal Xiantian Masters would be killed by him if they were caught off guard, unless they were true Martial Cultivators who had merged their spirit and body and were extremely sensitive.
A peak Xiantian Martial Master who was truly one with the spirit and body was extremely sensitive. Not to mention using one's soul to assassinate, just a thought of killing would be sensed by the other party, and they would pounce over at lightning speed. Before one could even activate their flying sword, they would die under the fist.
"However, there's a drawback to this realm of controlling objects. That is, the body can't move at all, and there's no defense at all. However, it was said that after cultivating to the level of Ghost Immortal, one's soul would have the ability to split into several parts and attach them to the sword to fight against the enemy. At that time, with just a thought, the sword would be able to be activated, and the body would still have the ability to move. This is the true dao technique! "
Hong Yi had once heard from Hakuziyue that after cultivating to the level of Ghost Immortal, one's soul would have the ability to split. It wasn't like now, where one would lose the ability to move and be completely at the mercy of others.
"Alright, I'll stop cultivating here for today."
Standing up, Hong Yi kept the Blood Vein Steel Needle and mounted the horse, galloping away.
He had finally broken through. Although there was still a long way to go, Hong Yi finally had his own trump card. Basically, no matter how big the world was, he could protect himself and travel as he pleased.
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The Lightning Chasing Horse was extremely fast. In a short while, it had galloped thirty to forty miles and returned to the rented Taoist temple at the foot of Mount Jade Dragon.
As soon as he entered the courtyard of the Taoist temple, he smelled a thick medicinal fragrance. Mu The Younger squatted under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, using a small red clay stove to boil a pot of medicine. The sun was blazing high in the sky, but the courtyard was lush with trees. There was a small pond at the side, and a deep ancient well. There was a cool, dark green water, and a gentle breeze blew against his face. It was very cool, and not hot at all.
Mount Jade Dragon was originally a holy place with excellent Fengshui, and the mountain was said to have seventy-two springs and thirty-six deep ponds. One could see how cool the water vapor was.
The reason why Hong Yi was willing to spend money to live here was partly because of the good Fengshui.
Renting here was twice as expensive as renting in the city.
Shen Tiezhu was at the other end of the courtyard, focused on practicing his martial arts. He steadily executed the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength, every move of his muscles moving, making slight cracks and trembling sounds like a drawn bow. His entire body contained an astonishing explosive power.
As for Murong Yan, she was casually lying on an exquisite bamboo bed. Her back was wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze. Her face was a little pale, but she was in good spirits. There were a few books on the stool beside the bamboo bed. It was obvious that she was bored and reading to kill time.
However, she was now listening to the sound of Shen Tiezhu practicing martial arts from the other end of the courtyard with a thoughtful expression on her face.
Shen Tianyang, on the other hand, had moved a small folding stool and was sitting next to Murong Yan. He was smoking his pipe, but his mind was completely focused on this woman. It could be seen that as long as Murong Yan made the slightest move, he would immediately jump up and smash her with his huge iron pipe without hesitation.
Now that this experienced man was on guard, he took care of the injured Murong Yan and was fine for the time being.
"Hmm? Hong Yi, you're really not simple. " As Murong Yan listened, she saw Hong Yi walk in with his horse. She raised her eyebrows and a cold smile appeared on her face. "That servant of yours seems to be practicing the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength from the Daizen Temple, right? This fist technique has been lost for almost twenty years. Even the Da Qian Dynasty did not obtain it. Otherwise, it would have been popularized in the army. You actually know it? "
As soon as Hong Yi got off the horse, he heard Murong Yan's question and was shocked. "You can tell what kind of martial arts it is just from the sound?"
Shen Tiezhu was practicing martial arts at the other end of the courtyard, separated by a house. After hearing it clearly, Murong Yan could actually guess the origin of the martial arts!
"Of course. The martial arts of my Xuantian Hall is the holy land of martial arts. How could I not be familiar with the martial arts of the Daizen Temple?" Murong Yan sneered again. "But let's not talk about this first. When are you going to let me go? I've already answered all the questions that you want to ask. As for the questions that I shouldn't answer, even if you kill me, I won't say anything. Don't think that you can imprison me for a long time. Let me tell you, in another ten to fifteen days, my injuries will be healed. The four of you together may not be a match for me! "
"Oh? The four of us are not a match for you? Then why did you still let me capture you? " Hong Yi tied the horse to the side of the well, then washed his hands and sat down on the stone stool next to the well. He felt the coolness of the water and leisurely said.
"That's because I'm worried about my body getting hurt … Hmph!" Murong Yan's eyes flashed. "Don't think that after taking my Jindan, talisman, and flying sword, I don't have any other tricks up my sleeve. Don't forget, my Yin Spirit is very strong and can manifest itself. Can you control me? Fine, I'll let you see a little of my tricks, lest you really think that you can play with me as you please! "
As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Yan's body suddenly stopped moving.
Mu The Younger frowned. She only felt an invisible dark thought attacking her, so she instinctively stood up and reached for the fine steel sword next to her.
Unexpectedly, before her hand could grab the hilt, Qiang! With a sound, the sword had been unsheathed. It flew up to a height of ten feet in the air, hovered, and stabbed down. The Sword Qi was deep, like a white rainbow piercing through the sun, shooting at Hong Yi.
Just as the sword was shooting down in the air, suddenly, a red line flew up from Hong Yi's side and instantly met the flying fine steel sword. Clang! Clang! Clang! In a few breaths, there were dozens of collisions.
Bang! The long sword was completely intercepted by the needle, and it was pierced with thousands of holes. The sword momentum was also completely broken. Suddenly, the sword was broken in the middle!
After breaking the long sword, the Blood Striped Needle flashed and arrived at Murong Yan's face on the bamboo bed between her eyebrows.
"Ah!"
Murong Yan let out a scream. The broken long sword fell to the ground, and her Divine Soul also returned to her body. Looking at the Blood Striped Needle between her eyebrows, her face showed a shocked and stunned expression.
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