Tang Hui bid farewell to Ye Jitian, the head of the Ye family. Ye Jitian tried every means to persuade him to stay, but Tang Hui still made up his mind to leave. He purchased enough food, water, clothes, etc. in Jingzhou. Finally, Tang Hui, Tang Yan, and Ye Yingxiu got on the bus and headed to Yaowang Valley.
carriage.
The reason why he chose a carriage instead of riding a sword was because Tang Hui was mentally exhausted and could not use his spiritual power, so he naturally could not ride a sword.
Of course, Tang Hui is qualified to be the coach driver. You can't let two girls be the coach drivers. Although Tang Hui has never driven a carriage before, after some guidance from the old steward in blue robe, Tang Hui managed to master some skills and understood a little bit.
One or two.
The carriage was driving slowly on the post road. Tang Hui was not in a hurry. He needed to recover a certain amount of spiritual power before arriving at Yaowang Valley. Otherwise, even if he arrived at Yaowang Valley, he would not be able to use the slightest bit of spiritual power, let alone steal and wash.
The Marrow Pill is probably inaccessible even through the mountain gate of Yaoshen Sect.
The carriage was not luxurious, it was the most ordinary kind. This was something Tang Hui deliberately requested.
Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.
He didn't want to be the target of bandits and robbers. Although he was not afraid of it just because he was a half-immortal, he didn't want to cause so many unnecessary troubles.
A ravine tearing thousands of feet blocked the road.
Tang Hui touched his nose angrily. This was the mark left by the immortal clone who stepped out of the Heavenly Gate and "cut the waves" a week ago. As for the two Heavenly Pillars, they had long since disappeared, and the body of the old man in sheepskin fur had also been buried.
The stubborn donkey carried away the place, leaving only the messy and fragmented Shiliting Pavilion.
Fortunately, the width is not thick, only the width of a human finger, but the depth cannot be measured visually. Tang Hui estimates that it is at least ten feet deep. It can be seen that the immortal clone is so majestic and powerful, and he is dozens of miles away.
The six Dantian spiritual powers were fully activated to be able to withstand the attack. If Tang Hui had been closer, Tang Hui estimated that he would be cut in half instantly with just this move.
Tang Huile stopped the reins and jumped out of the carriage. He did not rush to leave Shiliting. Instead, he stretched out his hand and touched the soil next to the gap a finger wide. He recalled in his mind the trick of "breaking the waves with one finger" that was fused with Song Zhiming's memory.
The move, and the other free hand imitated the move of the immortal clone Song Zhiming when the two of them were fighting.
Only its appearance is similar, not its charm.
Tang Hui shook his head. He was not a genius who could learn tricks at a glance. He could learn tricks from ordinary people and sell them on the fly, and draw inferences from one example. However, when Tang Hui copied the tricks of immortals, he felt overwhelmed and couldn't figure out the point.
"What's wrong? Master?"
Seeing that the carriage stopped and did not move for a long time, Tang Yan opened the curtain, stuck her head out, and asked Tang Hui: "Is there something wrong?"
"It's okay, you're overthinking, why are there so many traps?"
Tang Hui smiled cheerfully, jumped on the carriage again, picked up the reins, and drove the bay-red horse forward, repeating the process of the immortal clone's "Always Breaking the Canglan" over and over in his mind.
Tang Yan then retracted her head and did not look at the busty Ye Yingxiu sitting opposite. She snorted softly from her nose and continued to try to find the sense of breath. Although she had failed hundreds of times, Tang Yan was never one to give up easily.
people.
If it doesn't work a hundred times, then do it a thousand times.
If it doesn't work a thousand times, then ten thousand times.
If it doesn't work ten thousand times, then try it a million times.
There will always be a time when you can find the mysterious so-called sense of energy and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Knowing that Tang Yan didn't like her very much, Ye Yingxiu didn't deliberately find a topic to talk about. Instead, she held the book "Qi-Entraining Technique" and read it word by word, trying her luck to see if she could draw Qi into her body.
Walk, walk, walk.
Along the way, he met a lot of caravans and knights and knights walking alone in the rivers and lakes. Tang Hui looked like he had no interest. He just kept replaying the slow process of the immortal clone's "Keep breaking the waves" in his mind, comparing it over and over again.
Slowly and carefully every time.
Tang Hui was constantly thinking about it. In addition, Tang Hui had the memory of Song Zhiming before he broke through the tribulation and ascended. Tang Hui really figured out two or three points. He couldn't tear a line of thousands of feet. Tang Hui was confident and regained his mental strength.
It shouldn't be a big problem if you can use your spiritual power to tear apart the post road for two to three hundred feet.
As for the "Immortal Caressing the Top", "The Universe in the Sleeve" and "Shaking Kunlun" performed by the Immortal's clone subsequently, Tang Huizhen was confused and couldn't figure it out at all.
I can only think about "keep cutting off the waves" over and over again, hoping to understand it a little more.
After the carriage drove for about three hours.
"Boom, boom."
At this time, there was suddenly a faint sound of thunder. Tang Hui's first reaction was that there were people around him going through the tribulation. When he looked up, there were no tribulation clouds, only white lightning as thick as an arm struck down from the sky.
"Thunder in the Palm."
Tang Hui pursed his lips. White thunder is the most common type of thunder. This kind of palm thunder is a low-level thunder method. Monks in the Qi refining stage rely on thunder talismans, or monks in the foundation building stage cast palm thunder. This type of thunder is
.
Palm thunder is still a relatively effective signature technique for frightening ordinary monsters and ghosts, but when dealing with a great demon in transformation like Tang Hui who has survived two catastrophes, it can basically be ignored. Tang Hui does not intend to join in the fun, but
The bay-red horse was frightened in some way and fell to the ground.
Even if the bay-red horse gallops wildly, with Tang Hui's half-immortal body's majestic energy, as long as the reins are tightened, the bay-red horse can't even move half a step, so the bay-red horse can only lie down and scream, succumbing to the power of God.
In the car, Tang Yan and Ye Yingxiu popped their heads out of the car window at the same time, forgetting about the white lightning in the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The thunder became louder and louder. With Tang Hui's ears, he could actually hear the sounds of fighting and talking among the dense thunder and lightning, and he couldn't help but frown.
Hundreds of miles away.
A dozen monks in black robes gathered in a circle, each holding a blood-red skull in their hands, and red smoke spewed out from each blood-red skull. These dozen monks were teasing the man with obscene words.
Surrounded by three female monks in goose-yellow robes in the center.
Judging from the attire on his body, he should belong to the remnants of the Huangquan Ghost Sect and the inner disciples of the Holy Water Palace.
The Huangquan Ghost Sect once belonged to one of the ten major sects. Because its cultivation methods were too evil, it often used yin to replenish yang and suck out people's souls. Then the other nine sects jointly attacked them and attacked them. As a result, the Huangquan Ghost Sect's orthodoxy was overthrown.
After being destroyed, the Beast Control Sect ascended to the tenth place in the sect.
Most of these three inner disciples of Shengshui Palace were out training for sect tasks, and they met a handful of remnants of the Huangquan Ghost Sect. Following the attitude of dying under the peony flowers and being a ghost, the remnants of the Huangquan Ghost Sect
They jointly used some kind of formation to surround the three inner disciples of the Holy Water Palace, intending to carry out the evil deeds.
Among the three Holy Water Palace disciples, the one on the right held up a ten-foot-wide aqua blue glass cover to resist the invasion of the red mist sprayed by the blood-red skull; the one in the middle continued to carve palm thunder in the palm of his hand, attracting white thunder from the sky.
It fell from the sky and struck the diffuse red mist, intending to open a way; the man on the left made a flying sword fly back and forth in the red mist, as if he could not find the target, lost his way, and had been contaminated by the red mist.
There is a lot of red, which is in danger.
The reason why Tang Hui frowned was because the female monk from Shengshui Palace who wielded the flying sword had a relationship with him. She was the female monk named "Yao Yao" who attacked Tang Yan in Weishanfang City.
To help or not to help?
Tang Hui was in a dilemma.
Tang Hui and Shengshui Palace had no grudges in the recent past and no grudges in the future; the evil cultivator from the Underworld Ghost Sect in Baima City basically had no grudge against him. He had to thank that evil cultivator for giving him the opportunity to devour him.
A lot of artifact fragments were found.
At this time, the Holy Water Palace female cultivator who was supporting the aqua blue glass cover quickly threw a medium-grade spiritual stone into her mouth to replenish her spiritual power. She was sweating profusely and frowned, as if her spiritual power was weak and she could no longer support it.
Already.
The female cultivator of the Holy Water Palace who was in the center used the palm thunder, and her palm thunder became slower and slower. The power of the white sky thunder became smaller and smaller, and the damage caused to the red mist became lighter and lighter.
As for the female cultivator named Yaoyao, the flying sword flew slower and slower in the red mist, gradually stagnated and trembled. Then Yaoyao lost the connection with her mind, and the flying sword fell to the ground without moving. Yaoyao suffered a backlash.
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
One of the evil cultivators from the Huangquan Ghost Sect laughed ferociously and said to the brothers on the left and right: "Work harder, these three little girls have lost their spiritual power. The brothers will have fun tonight."
"Haha, senior brother is right. These three little girls have tender skin and tender flesh. They can be used for the senior brothers to have fun with."
"It is said that all the disciples of Shengshui Palace are virgins. Senior brother, you have to be gentle, haha."
"Little beauty, I will let you taste the ### soon. Let's understand the avenue of dual cultivation together."
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Waves of obscene words were heard endlessly. The three female cultivators from the Holy Water Palace looked at each other and saw that the aqua blue glass cover was shrinking continuously. After a cup of tea, there would be no room for them to stand.
"Senior sister, just fight with them." Yaoyao had a fierce temper and said angrily while wiping the blood stains from the corner of her mouth.
The female monk from the Holy Water Palace in the center slowly shook her head and said: "They are so numerous that we can't fight them. Besides, they have already set up a formation and we can't rush out at all."
Yaoyao looked at the monks from the Huangquan Ghost Sect around her and said anxiously: "What should we do? We can't just sit back and wait for death!"
"Even if we commit suicide, it is estimated that they, the remnants of the Huangquan Ghost Sect, will not let go of our bodies. The only solution now is to blow up and open a way." The Shengshui Palace in the middle said with a heavy face: "Yao Yao, Xinlan
, I am the senior sister, leave it to me to choose the one to blow up the road, and you will act accordingly when the time comes."
"Senior sister." Yaoyao suddenly opened her eyes and shouted.
"Senior sister, you can't." The female monk in charge of the aqua glass dome opened her eyes and said, "Absolutely no, I have sent a flying pigeon message. As long as we persist in taking turns, we will definitely wait for the master's rescue.
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Flying pigeons to pass messages are not really pigeons with notes tied to their feet to convey messages, but rather folding a paper crane, punching out the magic formula, flying to the marked location, and notifying the other party.
"The Holy Water Palace is thousands of miles away from here. It will probably be the Year of the Monkey by the time those thousand paper cranes fly to the Holy Water Palace. Now without further ado, let me die as a martyr. We must not let them stain our bodies.
Otherwise, you will be expelled from the sect even if you return to Holy Water Palace."
Just when the female cultivator from the Holy Water Palace was about to step out of the place covered by the aqua blue glass cover, a hint of joy gradually appeared on her face, and she quickly said: "Here it comes, here it comes, the reinforcements are here.
"
…
Tang Hui said a few words to Tang Yan and Ye Yingxiu, telling them not to run around. He went to the nearby toilet and delayed for a short time. By the way, he seized the purple long sword of the demon sect witch Meng Wanwan, which was as sharp as clay.
Passed it to Tang Yan.
Tang Yan nodded and took the purple sword. She knew that the master was going to the place where the thunder was coming, so she didn't point it out, but just told the master to be careful.
Ye Yingxiu, on the other hand, had no reaction, as if she was obsessed with "Qi-Entraining Jue" and couldn't extricate herself.
If you can't move with a sword, even if you ride a fast horse that travels eight hundred miles a day, it will take about three hours to reach a place a hundred miles away. The situation is urgent, what should you do?
Tang Hui did not deliberately disturb Ye Yingxiu. He still remembered the strange footwork performed by the old man in sheepskin fur. He recalled it carefully in his mind, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This strange footwork was somewhat similar to the magic of shrinking the ground into an inch.
Immortals' spells cannot be fully learned, but for Tang Hui, as long as he sees them once, he can learn them in a decent way, even better than his masters.
Tang Hui's first step was only half of an ordinary step.
The second step Tang Hui took was exactly the same size as an ordinary step.
The third step Tang Hui took was already two steps away from an ordinary step.
…
By analogy, after a hundred steps, between the sky and the earth, Tang Hui was like a rushing thunder, instantly crashing into the red mist formation arranged by more than a dozen monks from the Huangquan Ghost Sect, breaking many towering trees along the way and he was confused.