Chapter 1,333: Among all the ways to reach the pinnacle, these people are the worst.
On this day, Yu Jingcheng remembered the fear of being dominated by giants decades ago.
The impact of the "Godly Shattering Fist" set off a storm in everyone's mind. The three-headed and six-armed monster on the horizon was bathed in the divine light, just like that time, trying to smash the Guizhe Holy Mountain with one punch.
"Buzz!"
The stone slabs along the long streets in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Yujing City were crushed by the powerful force, but underneath, the long-buried Heavenly Secret Formation patterns lit up.
The Kyoto formation was triggered first.
It tried to imprison the giant inside and isolate it from the Guizhe Holy Mountain.
However, the three-headed and six-armed monster punched in the air, carrying a devastating force of death that even shattered the avenue.
The Kyoto formation only blocked ten breaths of time...
"Peng!"
If the sky explodes, the fireworks will burst into pieces.
The lights of these shattered Kyoto formations criss-crossed in mid-air, forming lines of spider web-like energy that tried to bind and pull back the monster's fist.
In the roaring sound, all the threads were easily torn off!
The monster's punch seems extremely slow, but it's just because of the distance.
In fact, its power is steadily pushing towards Guizhe Holy Mountain.
The guardians on the holy mountain all raised their heads, and without exception, they felt that the world was gradually being filled by a fist, and there was nothing else in sight.
"What's this……"
This thing came so unexpectedly!
Not long ago, a grand event was held in the Holy Mountain. The wind was beautiful and the sky was clear and clear.
In the blink of an eye, someone came to the holy mountain?
For people who have lived on the holy mountain for a long time, isn't this more unbelievable than the sky falling?
"run--"
This extremely impactful and disastrous fist temporarily caused some people to forget their duties of guarding the mountain, and it was a subconscious move to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
But when they came back to their senses, they stopped and poured their own strength into trying to activate the formation.
But staring at the fist with fear, everyone felt like they were waiting to die!
The holy mountain formation instantly lit up.
But the giant moved, as if he had expected it. Three heads stuck out, five arms were stuck, and he suddenly opened a gap in space before the formation closed.
His destructive fist penetrated through the huge gap.
"Have a rest, rest, rest, rest..."
At the critical moment, nine arrows linked up and chased the clouds!
The evil sin bow fired nine arrows in a row, this is so rare!
The last time a similar situation happened, I heard that a black dragon ran out from the Eastern Region, and the Taoist Palace Master used the "Nine Arrow Nailing Divine Formation" to severely damage it.
This time, everyone looked up and saw the nine sinful bows missing, nailing the giant's three heads and five arms in an instant.
"It's done?"
Some people were surprised, looking at the giant being nailed back and feeling like they saw hope.
But the remaining sinful bow only touched the giant's fist and exploded into pieces.
"Totally unpinnable!"
"Even Master Cangsheng's sinful bow can't block this punch?"
The goal of the Divine Shattering Fist is too clear.
——Crush all the creatures in the Holy Temple of the Holy Land and the Guizhe Holy Mountain encountered during the journey as much as possible!
However, the arrow of love for the people was broken, but the remaining eight arrows were extraordinary.
It controlled the monster's body for a moment, and then, the nine illusory but towering laurel trees rose up from the outer ring of Yujing City.
"Nine Sacrifice Gui!"
Nine osmanthus trees in different states rise from the sky, intertwining in strength.
In an instant, the entire Jade City seemed to be supported by the crown of the ancestral tree, glowing with new life.
"Ouch——"
The dragon's roar echoed throughout the city.
At the right time, the golden dragons of luck gathered on the holy mountain, opened their giant mouths to swallow the three-headed and six-armed monster, and swallowed it whole except for one arm.
"laugh……"
After all, the God-like Shattering Fist failed to truly fall on the Guizhe Holy Mountain.
After all, that mountain is the center of the continent, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and countless saints leaning on it.
The arm and punch that lost the power supply of the main body were like rootless duckweed, shattered under the sweep of the heavenly pattern light of the Holy Mountain Formation.
But everyone can see it clearly.
The energy in that fist took less than half a quarter of an hour to be digested by the Holy Mountain Formation.
"call……"
At this point, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
People often swagger through the city of Yujing, but scenes like this, where they are stepping on the giant city and punching the holy mountain, have only happened twice in the past few decades.
Last time, he was the only reckless man among the ten. After being offended, he smuggled across the Holy Mountain single-handedly and almost climbed up the ladder to heaven. After being discovered, the saints forced him to flee in embarrassment and had to hide in the city of the Death Pagoda.
The God who prolongs life is also.
"This punch seems a bit familiar..."
Some old people felt the aura fluctuations in Yujing City, as if they were recalling something, but they were not entirely sure.
"But he's still locked up, right?"
"I heard that Master Cangsheng is watching him all the time. How could he come out?"
"Could it be that this time, he is his descendant?"
"After so many years, it is indeed possible that he has cultivated a little reckless man..."
Changle Street, inside the tea shop.
Xi's face turned pale, and he silently came to the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
He was holding the tea cup, but in the end he didn't drink it, but just poured it on the ground.
"God also!"
At this point, Xi Neng was able to determine who the bald man who had just brought a sense of oppression to him was.
Others may admit their mistakes, but it is impossible for him, the leader of the foreign ministry, to admit his mistakes.
It is God!
Then God really came out from the cross street corner?
Otherwise, in the whole world, except for him who is brainless, not even the Eight Masters would have the guts to charge into the Holy Mountain alone, right?
"But with his true form, how could he be easily swallowed up by the Golden Dragon of Luck?"
"It looks like a semi-saint incarnation. No, there is no fluctuation of holy power, but it looks very much like..."
Xi thought for a long time, but could not find a suitable adjective to describe the way of existence of Shen Cai.
Finally, a "virtual image" popped into his mind, but he quickly shook his head and dismissed it.
What a joke!
Looking at the completely shattered Changle Street and the corpses of his friends around him, Xi remained silent for a long time.
He recalled a conversation he had with his teacher when he was learning swordsmanship:
"Teacher, under the same level, who can be said to have the strongest combat power on the mainland?"
"There is no strongest."
"and you?"
"I'm not as knowledgeable as the Bazun."
"Impossible! But I take it seriously. If you say so, then the Eight Masters are the strongest?"
"He can't be said to be the 'best'."
"Ah? Who else could it be? Mr. Yutu? Although I have never seen him..."
"No, ten generations above and below are not as good as ten thrones."
"Then the strongest one is from the Tenth Sword Master, but not the Ancient Sword Cultivator?"
"No, no one can bear the title of 'the most powerful', but if I insist on saying so, there are three of them."
"who?"
"Lingcao, Kenpachi, and the God of War."
Xi was extremely surprised when he got this answer.
He still remembered that the teacher paused and then added, "Under the same level, all restrictions are lifted."
These three people are all restricted, each for their own reasons, Xi knows this.
He asked again: "At the same level, and the restrictions are lifted, who is the strongest among these three?"
I vaguely remember that the teacher thought for a long time and said faintly: "Regardless of all other conditions, whoever strikes first will be the strongest."
"Why?"
"Because the three of them have the ability to kill the other two instantly."
Xi didn't even expect that there could be three such geniuses. After thinking hard, he discovered a characteristic and asked:
"There is another question. Why doesn't the Holy Temple have good relations with these three people? They all seem to be neutral or on the opposite side?"
At that time, the teacher just laughed and said something that still makes Xi Yi feel alarmed:
"You think the Holy Temple doesn't want it? They can't do it, they just can't afford it."
"There is no absolute fairness in the world. The fairness in today's era is only fairness based on the majority of people, and will inevitably sacrifice the interests of a small number of people."
"This is the model of the Holy Temple today. Real geniuses will inevitably be forced to stand opposite them, such as the three people mentioned just now."
"Look, there will be prosperity in the short term, but there will be no peace in the long term. When the sleeping lion opens its eyes, there will be strife."
Xi came back to his senses and felt that it might be the time when the "sleeping lion opens its eyes" mentioned by the teacher.
God also...
At the gate of hell, God is called God...
No wonder the Dao Palace Master said "no" three times in a row, making him absolutely unable to resist the bald man.
If you dare to draw your sword at that moment, you will really die, right?
Xi pressed the combat communicator on his ear and contacted Dao Qiongcang, the leader of Operation Tian Group, who had the right to make a direct complaint.
"Master of the Dao Palace, God just asked me to tell you..."
"I heard it all. You should withdraw your team first and keep your men away from Changle Street. Send additional people to find out the first-hand information about the city of Futu. Don't miss any details."
Well?
If you look at it this way, God hasn’t come out yet?
He was still locked up there, and the person who just punched the Holy Mountain was just...a semi-holy incarnation?
Xi was stunned for a moment and quickly responded, "Okay."
He thought again about the operation on Changle Street. It would be too silly to cancel the operation because of Shen Yi's punch. After all, the guy didn't really come out. He asked again:
"Is this really the case on Changle Street?"
"Um."
Xi suddenly felt the sword strike the cotton.
The Taoist Palace Master’s “hmm” caused him to have a myocardial infarction.
Xi hesitated for a while, unable to suppress his curiosity:
"Palace Master, can I ask..."
"You'd better not be curious."
"..." Xi choked again, but the more he pressed, the more he rebounded, and he still spoke out, "Palace Master, I still want to know, was what the semi-saint incarnation could do just now? Has God already reached that level?
threshold?”
"You really want to know?"
"Um."
"Then ask questions one by one."
"Uh, God is also the Holy Emperor?"
"no."
"Then he is half-saint..."
"no."
"Then...ah? He's not a half-saint? Then he was the incarnation of a half-saint just now..."
"That's a virtual image."
Xi touched his ears and froze, as if he were petrified in the tea shop.
He vaguely understood why the Taoist Hall Master said just now, "You'd better not be curious."
"Any more questions?"
"Yes...no, no, no more..."
"You are so curious, let me tell you a little more!" came the communicator with a teasing tone.
"Wha, what?"
"Shen also cultivates ancient martial arts, while the virtual image has the ability of a spiritual refiner."
"What, what do you mean?"
"Let me give you an example that you are familiar with. The Eight Masters used alchemy to destroy the formation in Yujing City."
Snapped!
The tea cup suddenly fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Xi felt that the voice directly transmitted from the combat communicator was suddenly so far away from him, so far away...
"Work hard, young man."
"You have a chance."
With a single sound, the communicator ended.
The Taoist Palace Master's laughter disappeared, leaving only the young man, messy in the evil wind of the tea shop.
…
"Aunt Xiang, I want to learn ancient martial arts! I really want to!"
In Yougui Pavilion, the light from the skylight fell on the sickly pale face of the second true form, making his eyes sparkle and bright.
When the main body enters the apricot world, the second true body will quickly change clothes, from the human form to the form of the sick young master Xu Gusheng.
Aunt Xiang just turned around and came back.
"Snapped."
The second real body snapped her fingers and said, "Aunt Xiang, this is my sincerity. Although it is only a little bit, I just want to express my sincerity."
The sudden light on his face disappeared.
Aunt Xiang raised her eyes and found that the hole on her head was healing, and the osmanthus tree was regenerating on its own. This was clearly something that a wood-attributed spirit refiner could do.
After thinking about it, the footprints from Shen Yi disappeared in the corridor that separated the private room opposite, and the doors of the two rooms repaired themselves.
The spiritual formation in the room that was smashed by the God of Illusions was also repaired immediately, and the sound insulation layer was automatically opened, and the quality was still improved.
Even the collapsed walls on the first floor of Yougui Pavilion and the damaged pavilion protection formation were restored to their original state.
The wooden engineer and spiritual array architect on the first floor suddenly froze on the spot, scratching their heads and looking at each other:
"what happened?"
Have you forgotten that this guy is still a celestial magician, but he is also a wood spiritual alchemist? Aunt Xiang was surprised to see this change and sat down first.
"Xu Gusheng, I know you are in a hurry, but..."
"No! This matter is just urgent! God also looks down on me. He has shown too little just now, and it is just a virtual image. I can't learn much."
In the Xingjie, Xu Xiaoshou frowned and put away the body plate at his feet.
The three disks of body, soul and mind are the three basic disks, and he has figured them out a long time ago.
But through the virtual image, even if he entered the state of unity between heaven and man, it was difficult to see the changes in the power contained in the acupoints when Shen Cai Shen Yi performed the technique just now.
There are still traces of the eight gates to follow, and we can get a first glimpse of their path.
Qisu couldn't understand it at all, and felt like he was being shut out.
As for the Six Paths... this is just like a miracle. It can borrow so much power inexplicably. Xu Xiaoshou felt like the world was crazy when he looked at it!
Gu Wu actually has such a magical technique. With his own passive skills, if he opens the violent giant and then opens the eight gates, seven places, six paths...
Damn it!
If you don't see a mere illusion, you can hit the holy mountain with one punch.
If he succeeds in his studies, he can single-handedly defeat the Semi-Saint and Holy Emperor, slap Lao Sang out of the Dead Sea, and let him roll back to the Spiritual Palace to take refuge, right?
Is this "the gate of hell is closed, and God is called God"?
Xu Xiaoshou now understood what "gods call gods" meant - it was really just a wrong name, not a wrong nickname!
"Before taking action in the Secret Realm of Four Symbols, I need to see a ghost. That will help me a lot." The second true form said seriously.
"That's easy to say." Aunt Xiang was busy pouring tea, absent-mindedly, "Ghost Face has already met with me and said that he would come to your door in person in the near future to apologize to you Xu Gusheng."
oh?
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
Is that rough guy still capable of such worldliness?
That’s great, the Ghosts and Gods gang are getting cuter and cuter the more you look at them!
"God also looks down on me too much. I can master the eight gates and seven constellations in a month at most. Then I can go to him."
The second real body was happy and sat down as he spoke.
When there is only one master, people will have that weird mental mysophobia and feel that becoming a master is a very grand thing.
But when there are multiple masters...this kind of serious disease can be cured without treatment.
The master is the backer, so naturally the more the better!
Alchemy master, swordsmanship master, ancient martial arts master...there's nothing wrong with that!
There is no perfect person in this world. If there is a master who has many teachings, it will not be a problem to just worship him.
The problem is no.
Then it won’t be a problem if you have more masters to worship!
"Aunt Xiang, you said I..."
The second real body was excited when thinking about it, but was reminded by the main body in Xingjie. He quickly calmed down his joy, looked at Aunt Xiang and said seriously:
"Aunt Xiang, do you have any troubles? Tell me and maybe I can help you solve it."
Aunt Xiang pushed the tea cup away, looking really sad.
She didn't want to say it at first, but when she saw that the person sitting in front of her was actually Xu Xiaoshou, she thought that this man had some magical powers, so she recounted her bitter experience:
"Auntie is indeed a little worried."
"If you say that God does this, how would you respond?"
"If he sends more people to cross street corners, or directly targets the Ghosts and Gods Gang, or even me, Yougui Pavilion..."
The second real body immediately laughed: "Don't worry, Aunt Xiang, you may have had more contact with the Taoist Palace Master than I have, but your understanding of him is definitely not as deep as mine."
"Oh?" Aunt Xiang raised her eyes, with a sarcastic look on her lips, "You little brat, you have only seen a seasoned slut on Void Island. How dare you speak nonsense in front of Auntie?"
After all, she, Xiang Yaoyao, is also one of the ten, and she personally participated in that battle back then.
The parties involved and outsiders have completely different feelings.
Not to mention that Xu Xiaoshou is a young person among young people, and his understanding of Tao Qiongang is only one-sided.
The second true form is also smiling.
What he laughed at was that Aunt Xiang was in trouble if she cared about her.
Although this woman is smart, she is obviously not strong enough to be regarded as an opponent by Dao Qiongcang, so she must have never had a head-on confrontation with Dao Qiongcang.
Otherwise, she should also know the weakness of Dao Qiongcang...
"As I expected, after Shenyi's punch, not only will the Holy Temple not put more pressure on him in the city of Death Pagoda, but even here!"
The second real body pointed at his feet and said seriously, "Even the Yougui Pavilion, the Ghost and God Gang, and even the entire Changle Street forces that have anything to do with us, Dao Qiongcang will temporarily put it down."
"Why?" Aunt Xiang raised her eyebrows.
The second real body smiled, and even the body shuddered, and asked: "Aunt Xiang, do you know what smart people are most afraid of?"
"What are you most afraid of?"
"The most afraid of recklessness...cough cough!" The main body in Xingjie coughed, and the second real body also coughed quickly, "The most afraid of people like God!"
Who wants to fight such a reckless man?
Anyone with brains knows the consequences of recklessness, so they will, like the eight masters, plan to conquer the Void Island and kill the saint in the end. The process is tortuous, but the result is gratifying.
Brainless, doing things without considering the consequences!
If you offend someone, they will dare to get mad and rush to your base camp with all their strength, trading with you for more.
Who can afford to replace it?
In today's tense situation, Dao Qiongcang will definitely be frightened by the virtual image of Shen Yi.
Even if the virtual image is like this, if his real body wanders around the street corner, what if...
Smart people are most afraid of this "what if"!
What if a hair on Aunt Xiang's body was moved here, and the intersection was unable to trap the beast due to some special accident?
This powerful forward dares to step on the Holy Mountain with his front foot, and not only the Holy Slaves with his back foot, but all the dark forces in the five regions dare to get involved.
After all, judging from the combat power shown by Shen Cai just now...
He definitely has the ability to kill a saint with more than one dozen! And this is so outrageous that it is just an illusion!
Aunt Xiang is not a fool. She understands everything at once and no longer worries unfoundedly.
She looked over carefully and mentioned the business matter just now:
"Xu Gusheng, if you want to learn ancient martial arts, my aunt will not stop you, and Ghost Face will come to see you soon."
"Auntie also knows that you are very powerful... but even if it is as you said, you can complete the eight courses and seven courses in one month, and then turn around and look for Shenyi on the cross street corner."
"Auntie has only one piece of advice!"
She spoke so seriously that Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate, "Aunt Xiang, please speak."
"Absolutely, don't mess with Shen Yi! Don't even think about fooling him! Treat him sincerely like Ba Zunshu, and you will get more." Aunt Xiang said almost heartily.
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I will pay attention."
Aunt Xiang didn't know what terrible scene she thought of, her delicate body trembled, and she said: "Xu Gusheng, you have to know that what you just felt face to face was not even one ten thousandth of what Shen Yi felt, and what you finally saw
That punch was not even one thousandth of his."
One ten thousandth, one thousandth?
"Are Aunt Xiang kidding?" Xu Xiaoshou twitched.
"I'm not kidding." Aunt Xiang shook her head, "You've seen many semi-saints, right? You've seen Lian Yan Wu Se, the Divine Envoy of Heaven, and the Ten-person Council."
"right."
"It's not enough, far from enough! Xu Gusheng, you have to know why some of them are so talented, and some have lived for so long, but their reputations are far inferior to those of the Ten Masters of that generation."
"Shenyi, what's more hidden?"
"Yes, Auntie is the person who knows him best." Aunt Xiang hesitated for a moment, then said:
"With your current perspective, it's hard for me to describe to you what the pinnacle of combat power is."
"Imagination alone is not enough. People cannot transcend the limitations of their own vision and get more."
"You have to see those people with your own eyes to understand this truth - some people's lives can really bring despair to people."
"Who are they?" the second true form asked.
Aunt Xiang pursed her lips, her peach blossom eyes became more solemn, and she said in a deep voice:
"The young and frivolous Eight Masters, the gods outside the Pagoda City, the Quilehan with his legs crossed and his eyes closed..."
"And the Dao Palace Master who took off his shirt, but you can no longer find his trace..."