Although the Soul-Eating Heart Sutra is good, it cannot provide Chen Shuo with the capital to leapfrog or even cross-level challenges like a hero skill. However, as a not weak skill, the Soul-Eating Heart Sutra has a huge disadvantage in dealing with people whose cultivation is inferior to his own. The difference between the opponent and the result is crushing and shocking.
Just like this, he could subdue hundreds of people with one punch.
"Do you want to continue?" Chen Shuo looked at the young man in front of him and said calmly.
Chu Lingyun looked at Chen Shuo, looking at the mess around him, and gritted his teeth, "Uncle Chen is really powerful, but I'm not willing to give in. I have one last move, please give me some advice."
Chen Shuo noticed that Chu Lingyun's name for him had changed from the previous reluctance. Apparently, his strength shocked him and he was no longer as arrogant as before.
"Come on, let me see how far your strongest move can go,"
Chen Shuo smiled slightly and made a slight circle with his hand. The force like the Yangtze River surged out, but turned into a gentle force, pushing the hundreds of disciples around him back a hundred meters away to avoid accidental injury.
The shocking effect of this move, in the eyes of these disciples who are generally not very high in cultivation, is just like when Chen Shuo saw Ming Kong slapping Zongheng on the Gobi desert and dividing the martial arts field, the shock in his heart was indescribable.
Chu Lingyun took a deep breath and pointed the feather fan in his hand at the empty point, as if pointing the country.
"....My clothes are wetted by the apricot blossom rain, and my face is not cold by the willow wind..."
"...Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing everything silently..."
"...Spring City is full of flying flowers, cold food, east wind, and willow trees..."
"All dharmas are mysterious and occupy their own borders. I alone reach the sky from a thousand winds."
Line after line of poetry came out of Chu Lingyun's mouth, and each line turned into mysterious fluctuations and merged into the air, causing the wind in the air to produce invisible changes.
"Yin Feng Jue, Feng Yu Feng Yan, I didn't expect Master Nephew Lingyun to have such an astonishing understanding of Yu Feng Poetry." Qin Meng listened to the poems one after another, his face was shocked, and he sighed to himself.
And as the last line of the poem ended, countless winds suddenly swirled around Chu Lingyun.
These winds are either rapid or slow, hard or soft, straight or curved... Thousands of different winds gather together to form a small hurricane, which envelopes Chu Lingyun, but I don't know whether it is Chu Lingyun or not. Lingyun turned into a hurricane, and the hurricane swallowed Chu Lingyun.
"Uncle Chen, this move is the first secret of the Wind Yin Technique that I have practiced. Wind words and wind words summon the heaven and earth to merge into one, turn into a hurricane, and crush everything."
Chu Lingyun's voice came from the small hurricane, "If you practice this skill to a great extent, you can instantly merge all the winds of heaven and earth into one, turning it into a terrifying hurricane vortex that reaches the sky and devours the earth. My cultivation is not enough, so now I can only gather Master Chen can handle the seventy-three kinds of strange winds,"
After saying that, the hurricane roared towards Chen Shuo. Wherever it passed, it plowed a ravine several meters deep in the mud and stone ground, and its momentum was fierce.
Chen Shuo narrowed his eyes. He could feel that the power of this move actually surpassed that of the first month, more than half a month, and even tended to reach the full moon.
"However, it is already the limit to surpass the level. Is it still at the level of the half-moon peak?"
Looking at the menacing hurricane, Chen Shuo couldn't help but admire that it was indeed a large sect that had been passed down for thousands of years. It was small and big. Only a disciple at the Chuyue level could possess such a mysterious secret skill. Although this disciple His identity is extraordinary, but he can also see the background of Zhui Feng Sect.
"It's just that although the secret skills are good, they are still not enough in the face of the absolute gap."
A punch blasted out, shaking the world.
This punch has no sound, light or shadow effect. It is just a simple punch. However, this punch contains the skill of shattering and killing. With an increase of 810 times and Chen Shuo's own strength, it is powerful enough to threaten The strong one in the sun.
He hit the hurricane with one punch. Without any suspense, the hurricane shattered into gusts of strong wind and flew around. If all the disciples had not been sent away by Chen Shuo, if they were too close, they would all be injured by the strong wind. of danger.
When the strong wind dissipated, everyone saw Chen Shuo standing in the wind, holding a person in his arms and falling into a coma. It was Chu Lingyun.
"Ling Yun,"
Qin Meng felt the wind at his feet and came to Chen Shuo, looking worriedly at Chu Lingyun in his arms.
Chen Shuo put Chu Lingyun in Qin Meng's hands, "Guimen's martial arts are indeed mysterious, but it seems that he unleashed his potential before unleashing this move. Now he is overdrawn and has fallen into a coma. But don't worry, I have prepared for him After he has been treated, take him back to recuperate for a few days and he will be back to his original state."
Qin Meng looked at Chu Lingyun in his arms and found that the latter did not have the usual pale complexion and cold limbs after overdraft. He knew that he had indeed been treated as Chen Shuo said.
"Thank you, Brother Chen. Senior nephew Ling Yun is the son of the great elder. If something happens, it's hard to explain."
After Qin Meng finished speaking, he called two disciples to help Chu Lingyun go back, and then looked at Chen Shuo, "Brother Chen, do you want to continue going up?"
After experiencing Chu Lingyun's challenge, Chen Shuo lost interest, "Forget it, Brother Qin, let's get to the resting place quickly. I'm a little tired."
Qin Meng nodded, but he didn't see any movement. There was a clear cry in the sky, and then he saw a huge raptor swooping down from the sky, its wings spread out three feet away, and it felt like it was blocking the sky and the sun.
It jumped down from the sky and landed in front of Qin Meng. It had its wings folded, but it was about the size of a small elephant. It looked like a tiger and an eagle, and was extremely powerful.
Qin Meng jumped on the back of the raptor. This ferocious beast was also humane. It stretched out one of its wings and put it on the ground as a ladder, inviting Chen Shuo to come up.
Chen Shuo didn't show any pretense, and walked straight up the back of the raptor. He found that the place was not small, and it was not crowded even with three or five people standing there.
"This is my partner. I call it Qingmeng. It is a golden-winged eagle." Qin Meng smiled, "In our Zhuifeng Sect, when everyone breaks through to the Moonlight level, they will go to the ninetieth floor. , looking for a spiritual beast partner like Qingmeng and growing together with it,"
Qin Meng patted Qingmeng's head and said, "Man, let's go."
Qing Meng roared loudly, spread his wings, and flew into the sky.
True Soul World, the City of Miracles, a hundred miles away.
The sand and dust surged, and a huge team moved forward slowly.
This is an alien army, made up of dozens of races. As far as the eye can see, it is so dense that you can't see the end of it.
On top of the clouds, several figures stood, looking at the army below. They were silent, not knowing what they were thinking.
"The alien race has finally started to take action. Do you have any ideas?" Finally, someone spoke. If Chen Shuo were here, he would definitely exclaim, because the person who just spoke is the Lord of Starlight and the powerful world leader of the human race. , Emperor Ming.
Looking around, we can see that several other people around Emperor Ming also have great backgrounds.
Wearing a sky-blue robe, decorated with changing clouds, is the Lord of the Sky, Wu Yun.
Wearing a golden dragon robe and a majestic look, it is the Lord of the Dragon God, Jing Qing.
There is another person, wearing a brown robe, with patterns like splash-ink landscape paintings on the robe, outlining mountains, rivers, lifelike. At a glance, it seems as if this person has endless mountains, rivers and rivers draped on his body.
The Lord of mountains and rivers, Duanmu Fengwu.
The last person, in pure white robes, not stained with any dust, wearing a golden mask, and eyes as deep as a bottomless whirlpool, is the head of the eight world masters of the human race, the most mysterious, the master of destiny, Le Zhengyang.
"Do you have any other ideas? The alien race has been ready to move for more than a day or two. If you ask me, we have been accumulating strength for such a long time. It's time to explode. Just give him a hard fight." Wu Yun looked at the small feet under his feet. The army of ants moving from their nests has murderous intent in their eyes.
"Don't be impulsive. Although our human race is keeping a low profile and has a certain ability to protect itself, I can feel that there are also several powerful forces lurking on the alien side. If there is a real fight, who will win and who will lose will still matter. You know it," Le Zhengyang said in a calm tone, his eyes naturally looking into the distance.
"Moreover, now, it's not yet time for the decisive battle. Since a year ago, I have noticed that the general trend between the two clans has begun to change wonderfully, as if..." Le Zhengyang's eyes showed doubts. , "It's like throwing a stone into the rotating water. Although the stone is small, it subtly affects the flow of the water."
"Le Zheng, you can see through the past and the future, and predict good and bad luck. So, will this change be a disaster or a blessing for our human race?"
"I don't know," Le Zhengyang shook his head, "My divination can only see the vague direction. I can vaguely see the general trend, but I can't see the details. This stone, although small, can make the world this pool. The water is muddy, and my divination of the future is becoming increasingly blurry,"
After Le Zhengyang finished speaking, he sighed, and the top of the clouds fell into silence again. After a long time, Wu Yun let out a low cry, which alarmed several people.
"Here they come,"
Boo hoo hoo hoo.
Four figures came through the clouds and came to Le Zhengyang and the others.
The four figures, two from the Feather Clan, one from the Half-Dragon Clan, and one from the one-eyed alien race, are none other than the Spirit Eye Clan.
The two Yu tribesmen were Feng Ling and Feng Huang. The fierce winds raging above the nine heavens suddenly became docile when they were there, as if they were keeping pets. And the half-dragon tribe was surprisingly Ao Duan, who was beaten away by Emperor Ming that day.
As for the Lingtong clan, with soft lines between the eyebrows and one eye, bulging breasts, and obvious female features, she turned out to be a female realm master.
"Fenghuang, Feng Ling, Ao Duan, Ye Mingyue, do you foreigners want to start a war? Have you forgotten the agreement between our two tribes?" Seeing the appearance of the four alien world leaders, Emperor Ming took a step forward and shouted angrily , the stars on the clothes trembled wildly.
Emperor Feng looked at Emperor Ming, and when his enemy saw him, Feng Wai was jealous and snorted coldly, "Emperor Ming, you don't have to ask us, this agreement has been maintained for thousands of years, and now it's time to change it," and then looked at Le Zhengyang , "I didn't expect you, Le Zhengyang, to come too, but even you people can't resist my three thousand tribal army pressing down on the border,"