Chapter 734 Gossip sets the world, good and bad luck
The imagined attack did not hit the child's body. When he recovered, he suddenly found that the monk who had just chased behind him had disappeared.
The child slowly raised his head and suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was a young monk who was not much older than him.
The boy was stunned and forgot to get up from the ground.
He lay down on the ground, tilted his head, opened his mouth, and stared at the young monk who suddenly fell from the sky.
He felt that the young monk was about the same age as him, at most he was only eleven or twelve years old.
Even looking up from the boy's perspective, the young monk's chin was a little baby fat.
But the young monk looked like a mature young man, his feet were steadily stomping, and his hands were slowly playing a weird set of boxing techniques, so he could not see any lethality at all.
If it is normal, a boy will definitely laugh at the young monk practicing such fists and feet. He is definitely making fun of the other party for pretending to be garlic.
But at the moment, the boy couldn't laugh at all.
Because, he suddenly realized that the red-eyed monk who was chasing him relentlessly behind him was gone.
The young monk had a serious face and was always meticulously hitting his slow fists and feet.
And around the little monk and the boy, a blurred white mist continued to spread out.
But where did the red-eyed monk who was chasing him just now go?
Just when the boy was suspicious, he suddenly saw another red-eyed monk jumping out from the street next to him.
The red-eyed monk turned his head and saw the little monk and the boy.
The fierce light flashed in the blood-red eyes, and they rushed towards the two of them.
The little boy hugged the little monk's ankle in frightened, and his whole body fell on the little monk's legs in a standard pendant posture.
The young monk was not affected at all. Seeing that the fierce red-eyed monk's palm was about to attack him. The young monk was too high and his left arm slowly drew a semicircle with his right hand.
While the long palm wind was swinging out, a rich white mist radiated out of the palm at the same time.
The white mist that should have been illusory, like the real snow-white silk, lightly blocked the attack technique of the red-eyed monk.
In the boy's stunned, the little monk drew a semicircle with his left hand and slowly waved his right hand, and another rich white mist sprinkled out...
The red-eyed monk who rushed over felt that he was blocked by an invisible Qi wall in front of him, and his whole body was involuntarily pushed to the side.
In the boy's sight, the red-eyed monk was blocked by the "fog wall" released by the young monk, and was pushed to nowhere.
The little boy stared at the front of him with steady horse stance, serious expression, and a little baby fat on his chin. Suddenly, a deep admiration arises from his heart...
At this moment, in the streets and alleys of Juyan Castle, there were monks like young monks who fell from the sky, steadily stole their horses and waved their calm and graceful strange boxing skills in their hands.
From their hands, there was a soft white mist dissipating, intercepting and blocking the crazy monks who wanted to attack people...
On the heads of these monks shrouded in white mist, above the Ye Zhou in the air in Juyan Castle.
Yan Yan closed his eyes and looked inward, releasing all his attention into his spiritual consciousness.
In her spiritual consciousness, among the vast white mist, the disciples of the White Mist Palace were following her to practice the same set of boxing techniques.
At everyone's feet, there is a Tai Chi diagram composed of black and white Yin and Yang Pisces, which rotates slowly.
In the real world, over Juyan Castle, the clouds also vaguely formed a huge Tai Chi Pisces picture, which slowly rotated over the entire Juyan Castle...
Easy to have Tai Chi,
It is the birth of two qualities,
Two qualities give birth to four symbols,
The four symbols produce the eight trigrams,
The Eight Trigrams determine good and bad luck,
Good and bad luck bring great cause...
Yan Yan is rumored to be with the disciples of Baiwu Palace at this moment, which is Tai Chi.
With the combination of hardness and softness of Tai Chi, Yan Yan combined with the first method of Jiu-jitsu in Baiwu Palace to form the hybrid formation in this way that can overcome hardness of softness - Tai Chi Cloud-Strict Formation.
Although Tai Chi, although it seems simple on the surface, contains all the materials, it is the natural way of governing the heavenly world.
At this moment, demons and evil spirits are rampant in the city, and ordinary people are trapped in it. If they attack hard, they will hurt innocent people. If they lose one thousand enemies, they will harm themselves for eight hundred. Yan Yan will not do it!
She thought of using Tai Chi Extreme Soft Art, combined with the Cloud Clustering Formation, separate the monks controlled by the demons from ordinary people and deal with them. This way, it can avoid hurting the innocent and solve the current major sleepiness.
Bureau.
However, when Yan Yan circulated the pure spiritual qi in his body and led the disciples of the Heshang Sect in Baiwu Palace to practice Tai Chi in order, there was a slight opportunity between heaven and earth that the mortal body could not detect and was quietly connected.
Canghua in the Xumi realm slowly raised his eyes.
He sensed an extremely familiar admiration.
It was a power that came from the farther ancient world, so ancient that even the gods were almost forgotten.
The power of the holy.
He raised his head and looked at somewhere in the distant void. A rare trace of confusion appeared in his eyes as thick as ink purple.
Canghua was sure that what the opportunity released was definitely not the power of gods, but the power of holy.
It was something he had followed day and night, extremely familiar with, and came from the great power of eternal history.
But……
How is this possible?
Only Xi Shen is the one who becomes a saint in this world.
What Canghua didn't know was that on the earth where Yan Yan once lived, the Book of Changes was regarded as a treasure of the country and the essence of the first sages and philosophical thoughts throughout the ages. It is a classic masterpiece that all Chinese studies enthusiasts could hardly avoid.
According to legend, the Book of Changes was created by Fuxi, one of the ancient father gods.
Fuxi sensed the world and the ethics of the four seasons, deduced by the natural way, derived the Eight Trigrams, and rehearsed the number of days for later human races, and also became the foundation of all subsequent numerical techniques.
At the beginning of Tai Chi, it evolved from Fuxi's "Yi" scriptures.
The Dark Dao, the six digits are formed, the universe changes, and each has the right life.
At this moment, Yan Yan was focusing on the world of spiritual consciousness and guiding his disciples to calm the chaos.
Agui stood on Ye Zhou without leaving a step.
Yan Yan could only look inward at this moment, but had no time to defend himself. He needed to protect Yan Yan to prevent any monks from coming up to disturb him.
This is related to the lives of the disciples of the Baiwu Palace below, and there is no mistake.
At this moment, in a small courtyard in the city, the eighth aunt sat in the center of the formation, her face pale, and her trembling hands kept twisting out one after another.
However, when those seals were first cast out, they had not yet entered the formation to play their role, and were instantly dispersed by a wisp of clear air.
The eighth aunt's hand was shaking more and more violently, and the seal she made became lighter and lighter. She only drew half of the last seal, opened her mouth, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted forward.
The whole person fell to the ground at the same time.
Miao Jingchen, who was standing next to the formation, asked in surprise: "Can you still support it?"
Then, he urged with red eyes: "The monks outside are not bound by what they are. We need more people to break through the siege. Baby, you must hold on. Our great cause has been accomplished, and we are only one step away. We must not lose all our efforts.
ah!"
At this moment, a monk suddenly came down from the sword in the air.
The monk came to Miao Jingchen, saluted respectfully, and looked happy: "Reply to the second master, the Miao family has successfully entered the Qi Mansion, and what his subordinates have seen with their own eyes."