Bastu and Zhang Sanfeng met a long time ago...it was Bastu's second life.

At that time, Wang Chongyang was just a fledgling boy, and the martial arts world of that era was called the "Dugu Era." The guy who claimed to be Dugu Qiufeng was able to fight with his three-foot green blade, and there was no one who could compete with him at the same time.

Counting five fingers, there is no one in the world who can rival him.

He was like a shooting star in the night sky, dazzling and short-lived, and soon disappeared from the night. Some said he was dead, others said he was living in seclusion.

Bastu is one of the few people who knows the truth. That year, Dugu Qiubai met the equally stunning Taoist master Huang Shang for a decisive battle in the Sword Demon Valley. Huang Shang created the "Nine Yin Manual" and later

He single-handedly drove the Ming Cult to the Western Regions.

Two mythical masters miraculously lived in the same era, and an earth-shattering decisive battle began in the Sword Demon Valley. The two exchanged blows in just an instant, and the result was already decided.

Bastu initially thought that the living Huang Shang had won, but it was only after he lived his third life that he realized that Huang Shang had lost.

The sword demon Dugu is not dead. He broke through this world with his sword and has gone to other places. What is left in the world is just a body.

During the Dugu era, Bastu did not dare to make any mistakes. After peeping at this shocking battle, he silently returned to Tibet and continued to practice.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred years had passed, and his body in the second life was already dying. At this time, he heard that Huang Shang was dead. Bastu was very happy, and finally defeated another peerless master! He decided to leave seclusion.

After finding the body of a reincarnated soul boy and practicing the Supreme Yoga Tantra, Bastu lived out his third life. As time passed, Bastu's spiritual power reached an unparalleled level.

Bastu III once again entered the Central Plains. This time he met Zhang Sanfeng, who had just mastered Tai Chi. At that time, the martial arts of the Western Regions and the martial arts of the Central Plains were involved in a fierce battle. The martial arts of the Western Regions, headed by King Xiaoyao, launched a massive attack on the Central Plains.

Under the leadership of the Shaolin sect, the Central Plains resisted the odds and was about to overthrow. Zhang Sanfeng stood up and teamed up with Yi Daxia, the successor of the famous sword villa at the time, to defeat the Xiaoyao King. The Xiaoyao King at that time was not as powerful as Basitu.

Down.

Bastu felt that his third life was still very young, so there was no need to confront others head-on, so he could continue to live in peace! So he returned to Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and practiced for nearly fifty years.

Damn it, this time his "endurance" formula failed. Zhang Sanfeng was still alive than him, and the older he got, the stronger he became, and the younger he lived, the younger he became. Bastu couldn't help it, and was founded when Zhang Sanfeng was eighty years old.

During the Wu-Tang Clan, they would disguise themselves and go up the mountain to compete.

Zhang Sanfeng fought with him three times, and Bastu was defeated miserably. He could only return to the Tantric Sect angrily. Until later, Emperor Yuan came to invite him to come out...

As long as Zhang Sanfeng was alive, Bastu did not dare to act rashly. Until a few years ago, Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain for a walk after his 100th birthday, and then plunged into the Kunlun Mountains and disappeared without a trace.

Bastu would not doubt that he was dying of old age. He was already close to being an "immortal". The only possibility was to seek retreat in an immortal mountain and a blessed place to break through the final boundary. When his martial arts reached this level, he had to leave this world.

Bastu had been testing for the past two years to make sure that Zhang Sanfeng had really left, and then he dared to invade the Central Plains martial arts forest.

But Bastu never expected that all this was an illusion deliberately created by Zhang Sanfeng.

The purple-gold little man in front of me is Zhang Sanfeng’s Yang God!

The highest state of martial arts, the symbol of the unity of nature and man - Yang Shen.

"Wang Chongyang, who pioneered the innate skill back then and could be called a monster, failed to cultivate Yang Shen. I didn't expect you, Zhang Sanfeng, to take this step."

The voice of the little purple-gold man seemed very childish, but his tone was old-fashioned: "If Patriarch Chongyang hadn't been trapped by love, he should have cultivated into Yang Shen. I don't have any other advantages, except that I have a longer life."

"Yes, you old man should have died a long time ago." Xueying said viciously, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

The Zijin villain spoke as if he were just talking, without any sense of facing an enemy in battle. It seemed that Bastu was really his long-lost old friend. But as Zhang Sanfeng said, those who had fought with him were either dead or had disappeared.

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It is rare to meet an old friend, even if he is hostile, he feels cherished: "You are not dead yet, how can I die..."

A joke from Bastu: Zhang Sanfeng is a little older than the Yuan Dynasty, but he speaks in such an old-fashioned way.

"What is so special about you, my disciple, that you deserve such a huge investment?" Bastu asked curiously.

The Tai Chi seal that just appeared was the source of Zhang Sanfeng's spiritual consciousness. He had hidden the source of his spiritual consciousness in Song Qingshu's sea of ​​consciousness. When Bastu tried to completely dissolve Song Qingshu's consciousness, he triggered the Tai Chi seal and destroyed Zhang Sanfeng's Yang Shen.

Summoned over.

When Yang Shen thinks, even thousands of miles is only one step away.

The Zijin villain put his hands behind his hands and said, "You won't understand. What I saw in him is exactly the same as the one from back then."

Bastu was shocked, "It's impossible..."

The Zijin villain pointed to the cyan sword light hanging high above his head, temporarily blocked by Tai Chi Tu, "You should be familiar with his swordsmanship, Bastu."

When martial arts practice has reached their level, there are no absolute friends or foes anymore. They are both life and death enemies and their only friends.

Zhang Sanfeng had already noticed Bastu's existence before, but did not cut him off out of empathy. Sometimes killing an enemy is also killing his only friend.

But before he leaves this world, he must ensure that Bastu will not harm future generations.

"Basitu, you have lived long enough, come with me now." The Zijin villain said.

What Zhang Sanfeng said about leaving, for him, meant shattering the void and going to another world. But for Bastu, it meant destroying both body and soul.

"No!" Bastu said ferociously, "As long as I live out my fourth life, I will definitely be able to break through the profound barrier of martial arts."

The Zijin villain shook his head, "Basitu, don't you understand yet? The founder of the Supreme Tantra was unable to reach the realm of gods and humans, so he relied on this technique to achieve immortality. But here

There is no trace of his stay in the world. In other words, those who practice the Supreme Tantra will never be successful."

After the union of heaven and man, the Yang God has penetrated the essence of the world. All the traces left by the predecessors who left the broken void can be seen by them.

When Zhang Sanfeng suppressed the Yang Shen in his body, he was just a confused ordinary person. No matter how powerful the Supreme Grand Master or even the heavenly beings were, they were still mortal bodies, and the truly powerful one was the Yang Shen.

The Yang Shen breaks away from the shackles of the body and becomes the most terrifying existence in the world.

"Zhang Sanfeng, why do you decide my fate?" Bastu dragged his long bloody shadow and said unwillingly, "Give me a chance, I am only one step away from heaven."

The Zijin villain didn't answer. After a while, the blood shadow looked up to the sky and roared, and said sadly: "In that case, let me really see the methods of heaven and man!"

Bastu knew that he had no chance of winning against Yang Shen Dacheng's Zhang Sanfeng, but he was even more unwilling to be directly wiped out of consciousness by Zhang Sanfeng and returned to dust.

The blood shadow vibrated, and the bloody shadow of the dragon elephant appeared behind him. Surrounded by the dragon elephant, a bloody Buddha statue slowly appeared. The blood shadow became more and more blurred, and the shadows of the Buddha statue and the dragon elephant above his head became increasingly blurry.

Solid.

Bastu did not hesitate to waste his spiritual energy to unleash his strongest attack, superimposing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and the taboo method of Supreme Yoga Tantra. The Buddha statue slowly made a bloody palm print.

The purple-gold villain flew in the chaotic air, slowly pushing out a Tai Chi seal with his hands. It seemed like a simple move, but the power contained in it was like a mountain.

The bloody palm prints collided with the Tai Chi diagram, and the bloody palm prints collapsed layer by layer like falling powder. Bastu roared unwillingly, urging his blood shadow to continuously flow towards that palm.

He is consuming his spiritual essence to fight Zhang Sanfeng. Even if he wins, his martial arts level will plummet, and he may even lose his memory and reason and become an idiot.

The spiritual origin is the most important thing for a warrior. In the later stage, what a warrior relies on is the spiritual origin in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Finally, Bastu's bloody palm print completely collapsed, and the Tai Chi diagram's power continued unabated, hitting Bastu's blood shadow directly.

This blood shadow is the spiritual origin of his three lives of hard training, and the Tai Chi seal suppresses Bastu.

The purple-gold villain holds a green light in his hand, which is the origin of the sword that burst out from Song Qingshu's body.

"Go! There's a wrongdoer and a debtor, and it won't stop until it kills you." The purple-gold villain let go of his hand, and the sword flashed and rushed towards Bastu like a missile.

The blood shadow screamed, was torn and chopped in the sword light, and finally perished in nothingness.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the messy sea of ​​consciousness around him and sighed.

"I'm afraid this kid will wake up and be an idiot again for a while."

After saying that, he, the purple and gold villain, raised his hand to help Song Qingshu repair the memory lens, but the contents were all empty.

He took the source of swordsmanship to the depths of chaos, planted the remaining breath of the source, and stretched out his palm to leave a Tai Chi mark.

"Boy, if we are destined to meet in the future, we can meet again. The biggest threat has been removed, and I can no longer stay in this world."

As the Zijin villain spoke, he opened a gap in the chaos and flew out of Song Qingshu's sea of ​​consciousness.

...

On the third day of the siege of Shaoshi Mountain, all the sects on the mountain failed to force their way down the mountain for the second time, and their morale was low.

Although they are highly skilled in martial arts, they are covered by fierce artillery fire near the foot of the mountain. The Grandmaster is also a human body, and there is no way he can withstand the fierce fire of artillery.

Everyone was slightly injured or looked disgraced and in a very embarrassed state.

On this day, Song Qingshu, who had been in a coma for three days, woke up.

Song Yuanqiao had just rushed to the Zen room to see him when he suddenly heard the disciples outside exclaiming. When he went out to look, he saw a brilliant purple aura hanging over Shaoshi Mountain.

As the saying goes, "Purple energy comes from the east, either a saint comes to the world, or a saint passes away."

The moment Song Yuanqiao saw this purple rainbow, he couldn't help but shed tears. For some reason, this purple energy gave him a strong intuition - the master was leaving!

Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu all came to the field. The six brothers looked at each other and saw sadness in each other's eyes.

"Master, he has left!"

They didn't know how high Zhang Sanfeng was. After all, Yu Lianzhou, the strongest, was only a master. But they all believed that Zhang Sanfeng had become an "immortal", and the familiar aura in this purple energy was undoubtedly their master.

Song Yuanqiao took the lead, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan and others all knelt down. Their faces were filled with tears as they faced the direction of Zi Qi, and at the same time they wailed: "Master, go slow..."

Everyone on Shaoshi Mountain looked up at the sky. The purple air rose from Shaoshi Mountain and penetrated into the sky from east to west.

Even the elite soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty who were besieging everyone at the foot of the mountain were attracted by this strange celestial phenomenon. At this moment, the purple energy fell in the camp of the Yuan people at the foot of the mountain.

The purple energy seen in the eyes of those Dayuan elite soldiers turned into a phantom.

I saw that man wearing a purple robe from heaven, holding a Zhenwu sword, and the Tai Chi diagram was evolving behind him. With a move of "Tai Chi Sword Dance", wherever he went he was either dead or injured.

The most bizarre battle in the last years of the Yuan Dynasty happened like this. Later, at the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, it was listed as the first of the top ten anecdotes.

In this incredible battle, the Yuan Ren elite camp that besieged Shaoshi Mountain was killed and wounded by a burst of purple energy. Of the more than a thousand people who looked at the purple clouds, eight hundred were killed instantly, and some were seriously injured and unconscious.

There were more than two hundred people. Such a strange thing happened right in front of them. The invisible enemy instantly killed a thousand Mongolian soldiers with sword energy.

"It is Changshengtian who is punishing us!"

When it cannot be explained, it can only be attributed to the power of ghosts and gods, but this is the power of ghosts and gods!

The Yuanren camp that besieged Shaoshi Mountain collapsed, and the camp of nearly 30,000 people fled.

A crisis in Shaoshi Mountain that could destroy the martial arts world in the Central Plains can be solved without attacking!

The purple energy in the sky broke through the clouds. Above the clouds that were invisible to the naked eye, a purple-gold villain raised his hand and made a Tai Chi seal. A hole opened in the blue sky, revealing pitch-black chaos.
Chapter completed!