Golden light covered the entire world. It was as if the crescent moon in the sky had descended to the mortal world.
The expression on the Blood Corpse Patriarch's face was very strange. There seemed to be a trace of surprise and disdain.
"It's very interesting. It's indeed different from ordinary martial arts." He smiled and shook his head. "But that's all."
Clang!
A withered finger pressed against the crescent moon. The incomparably huge golden moon instantly stopped. It was as if he had fished out the moon from the water. It was very easy.
He bent his finger and flicked it gently, flicking away the dust.
The golden moon began to shatter and then dissipate.
"This is a void!" he said indifferently. He was calm and was not in a hurry at all.
There was not even a trace of surprise on Yang Xuan's face.
He was not surprised at all.
If the Blood Corpse Patriarch could not even withstand his simplest Great Golden Moon Slash, then he would be disappointed.
"What about this?" Yang Xuan said, accompanied by countless starlight.
The stars were brighter than snow, and day and night alternated.
Countless golden starlight descended from the sky and rushed toward the Blood Corpse Patriarch.
Gold element, starlight flashed.
However, the Blood Corpse Patriarch shook his head and waved his sleeves.
"What's the difference between this and the moon just now?" He seemed to be a little disappointed. "It's nothing more than the difference between a black tiger steals the heart and a monkey steals the peach. What's the difference?"
The starlight retreated and returned to the void. The night retreated and the day arrived again.
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and flicked out a lotus flower.
The red lotus flower was not fast. It slowly floated toward the Blood Corpse Patriarch as if it was deliberately letting him see it clearly.
Immediately after, an ice flower followed behind the red lotus.
Heat waves surged, and the cold air was oppressive.
The two completely different scenes strangely intertwined at this moment. The sky was also divided into two halves. Half was red, half was white, half was flames, and the other half was ice and snow.
"It's just a child holding a big machete." In the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth, the Blood Corpse Patriarch's voice sounded. "It's just that your machete is sharper."
The red lotus and the ice crystal dissipated, revealing the Blood Corpse Patriarch's somewhat disappointed face.
"I have long since heard that the Immortal Sect's Bai Qi's martial skills are unique and different from ordinary martial skills. However, now that I have seen it, I am somewhat disappointed." He shook his head and said, "The power you used might be slightly higher than a martial artist's level, but it's like a child brandishing a knife. Although the knife is sharp, the child doesn't know anything. He only knows how to hack and slash randomly. Normal people might be intimidated, but in front of a true martial artist, it's nothing."
He clapped his hands as if he was patting away the dust. There was an unconcealable disappointment between his brows.
Yang Xuan did not attack again. He fell into silence.
Only he knew that Blood Corpse Patriarch's words had hit the nail on the head.
All of his methods of using spiritual energy were, in fact, discovered by himself. It was very likely that they were very different from real cultivation techniques.
"I've told you so much because I want to see your martial arts. However, I'm a little disappointed. These martial arts techniques are naturally successful in the virtual realm. However, they're just a joke in the real realm. If you're only at this level, you're nothing compared to the First Saint."
Every word was extremely ear-piercing, but Yang Xuan did not refute. He remained silent.
The Blood Corpse Patriarch sighed and said, "I heard that you have a Life and Death Calamity Finger Technique. It's the skill that made you famous. Why don't you take it out … Yes, this is it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xuan's finger was already in front of him. On the tip of his finger, the power of life and death formed a subtle balance.
Yang Xuan pointed his finger over, but the Blood Corpse Patriarch did not even move. He just watched as Yang Xuan's finger landed on his chest.
In the next moment, his face began to change.
When the power of life and death began to wreak havoc in his body, the Blood Corpse Patriarch finally frowned.
"The Path of Time?" There was a trace of shock on his face, but it only lasted for a second before disappearing.
"So it's fake. It's just poison." He shook his head. His face had returned to normal, and the power of life and death in his body disappeared. "This move is indeed very ingenious, but it's still a virtual …"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"This is …?" He lowered his head and looked at the pool of black liquid under his feet in surprise and bewilderment. "What a dense death aura. Where did you get such a dense death aura?"
The Blood Corpse Patriarch seemed to be a little surprised.
Yang Xuan suddenly sighed and withdrew the Underworld Water.
This was because the Underworld Water, which had always been successful, had also lost its effect this time.
"There's a trace of the real thing, but this power doesn't belong to you. You're just borrowing it. No wonder, no wonder!" The Blood Corpse Patriarch's face was full of pity.
After sighing for a while, he looked at Yang Xuan with some disappointment and said, "Your Highness, to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. You don't understand what's fake and what's real."
"What's fake?" Yang Xuan suddenly asked.
The Blood Corpse Patriarch did not mind and replied, "Fake is fake, illusion, and emptiness."
As he spoke, he gently waved his arm, and a force was released, cutting a goshawk flying not far away into two halves.
"Your Highness, you said that I killed the goshawk just now. Is it fake or real?" the Blood Corpse Patriarch asked.
Yang Xuan looked at the blood and feathers that were still floating in the sky. He thought for a moment and said, "It's real!"
The Blood Corpse Patriarch smiled and shook his head. "Your Highness, you're wrong. I used my power to compress the air, and the air killed the goshawk. This is fake, not real."
Yang Xuan seemed to have forgotten that the person standing in front of him was the person who wanted to kill him. He asked in confusion, "Why?"
The Blood Corpse Patriarch smiled and said, "Your Highness, please take a look again."
After saying that, he casually stretched out his hand and grabbed.
Crack.
Blood splattered all over the sky, and a huge pain assaulted Yang Xuan's entire body.
Blood Corpse Ancestor's claw had already left five bloody wounds on Yang Xuan's body.
"What kind of power did I use to hurt Your Highness?" the Blood Corpse Patriarch asked with a smile.
"I don't know!" Yang Xuan completely ignored the bleeding wounds on his body and said.
"Real power!" The Blood Corpse Patriarch said indifferently, "I was able to hurt Your Highness because at that moment, my Dao was the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao wants five wounds on your body, so there must be five wounds on your body. "
Boom!
My Dao is the Heavenly Dao, and my heart is the Heavenly Dao!
At this moment, Yang Xuan finally remembered this sentence.
If the heavens want you to be injured, how can you not be injured?
If the heavens want you to die, how can you not die?
"Aren't you invincible like this?" Yang Xuan asked. At the same time, wood spiritual energy surged crazily and began to heal his injuries.
"How is that possible?" The Blood Corpse Patriarch smiled and stared at Yang Xuan's wounds. "When you also reach the point where your heart is the heart of the heavens, it will take me a lot of effort to kill you. If you can surpass the Heavenly Dao, then I would have already scrammed as far away as possible. "
"Surpass the Heavenly Dao?" Yang Xuan grasped the key word in his words.
"That's a realm that people yearn for." The Blood Corpse Patriarch's eyes revealed a trace of yearning.
"Alright, Your Highness, it's time. Let's go." A moment later, the yearning in the Blood Corpse Patriarch's eyes disappeared and was replaced by coldness.
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