Starting from Xiaoao Jianghu to push martial arts horizontally

Chapter 991
"There is no golden glow and sunshine for your use here!"

Seeing that Wuke Piao fell down, Murong Xian sneered.

He had seen the information Wu Ke performed in the first battle of the Tomb Sect, and knew that the Tathagata God Palm he used could borrow the energy of the golden glow and the brilliance of the sun to increase his combat power tenfold and a hundredfold.

But here is underground, the sun can't shine here, without the blessing of external force, the so-called Tathagata Palm is just like that.

"You only know superficially about Tathagata God's Palm, and using the power of heaven and earth is only the outer side of Tathagata God's Palm."

With a cold expression on his face, the more he practiced Lihuo Xuanbing Kung Fu and Tathagata Divine Palm, the more he understood the profoundness and profoundness of that set of martial arts.

It is naturally better to have external force blessing, but without external force, it is still not weak, and even stronger and unsolvable in some aspects.

"Night fire blazes a prairie!"

No longer talking nonsense, Murongxian made the first move, slashing out a pitch-black sea of ​​flames with his sword, and his mighty skill forcefully enveloped the area with a radius of hundreds of feet.

At the same time, it devoured the internal energy of those Wangchuan dead men, further strengthening the fire of darkness.

Now that he is dead, let's use the waste to become one with this king!

"It really was you who killed those martial artists by the Lake of Forgotten River!"

After discovering the anomalies in the bodies of the deceased Wangchuan, Wu Ke finally understood the various anomalies revealed in the first battle of the Tomb Sect.

At that time, I was wondering who was ambushing and killing those masters of the rivers and lakes, and I also thought about Murong Xian, but I couldn't think of the other party's motives for doing so.

Now I understand that the other party has learned such an evil evil skill, and can devour other people's skill for his own use.

And to be able to possess such a vast and terrifying skill, I don't know how many people have been devoured.

He has really gone crazy!
"You were also the one who released the news that the Tomb Raiders obtained the inheritance of the Immortal Qin Dynasty? This time the Allied Forces from the Western Regions invaded was also planned by you?"

For a while, I couldn't think of a lot, and I was even more resentful.

If he had known this earlier, after the Tomb King City incident, he should have gone to the Tomb King City with the Ghost Messenger Blade to kill him.

"Murong Xian, today I will clean up the Murong Clan's house on behalf of my father!"

With the roar of nothing, the vision of the Buddha manifested outside the body also manifested the angry eyes of the Vajra, and the Lihuo Xuanbing Kungfu in the body evolved the golden Buddha fire, which set off the Buddha's teachings like a wrathful king.

But these words stimulated Murong Xian, and he retorted angrily.

"This king is not wrong! Although the barbarians and the armies of the Western Regions were attracted by this king, it is much better to attract them now than the real chaos in the Central Plains. It is much better for them to take advantage of it after their vitality is seriously injured. This king is saving the world. Save the people!"

Murongxian never thought that he was at fault, from the very beginning when he was forced by the old emperor to guard and dig the tomb, to murder his father and usurp the throne, to take charge of the Tomb King City and plan a rebellion, everything was for the Tomb King City, for the Murong family.

If it wasn't for him, the Tomb King City would have been destroyed by the old emperor's excuses long ago. He is a meritorious official of the Murong family, not a sinner!
"Stubbornly obsessed, turn black and white, watch the palm!"

"Golden Buddha Lamp!"

Seeing Murong Xian's confession, he couldn't be more angry, he waved his palm and slapped it, and the wrathful Ming King Dharma Xiang also waved his palm and slapped it, the huge Buddha palm pointed directly at Murong Xian.

"Damn you all!"

"Underworld Fire Killing Buddha!"

Seeing that the only surviving younger brother didn't understand his good intentions, Murong Xian was also even more angry, and stabbed the Buddha's palm with his sword.

Since all of you are so short-sighted that you can't understand me, then all of you are going to die!
The golden flaming Buddha's palm collided with the pitch-black Underworld Fire Sword, stirring up a raging fire.

Murongxian's Minghuo skill is vast and boundless, far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

If nothing else, there are one hundred and eight relics of the ancestors to bless and evolve the Buddha's will, and the power of the Buddha's palm is also not weak.

Even because of the anger in his heart, it is more in line with the palm concept of the golden-top Buddha lamp, so that the power of the palm method has increased dramatically.

Although the skill is far inferior to Murong Xian's vastness, but the quality is far superior, the golden Buddha fire gradually overwhelmed the pitch-black underworld fire.

"Break this king!"

Seeing that his own fire was suppressed, Murong Xian became even more angry and resentful. The anger and resentment triggered a strong explosion of the fire's power, and even guided the deep resentment hidden in the fire.

A martial artist's internal strength is amazing. It is not only connected with the body's essence, but also fits with the spirit and mind, and is also affected by the state of mind.

When Murong Xian used the Minghuo Divine Art to devour other people's skills, he would naturally also devour part of their spiritual thoughts, which is the remnants of those people.

And the resentment that those people must be filled with when they are killed and devoured, the characteristics of such extreme negative emotions can be imagined.

These resentments and resentments are guided by the power of the underworld fire to attack the helpless wrathful King of the Ming Dynasty, eroding it, revealing a series of black shadows, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Haha...it turns out that the Minghuo Divine Art has such mysteries!"

Discovering the existence of these resentments, Murong Xian laughed wildly, his face became more ferocious.

But what he didn't know was that the hypnotic demon seed that Tian Hao had secretly planted for him in Yunxuan Tower also erupted with the last trace of power. With the influence of those resentments and resentments, he guided Murong Xian's demonic nature.

With the emergence of the demonic nature, the Minghuo power of the Minghuo Divine Art is further transformed into a demonic fire, giving people a vicious and vicious feeling of palpitations, as if facing an unrivaled demon.

At this moment, it can no longer be called a divine skill, it should be called a dark fire magic skill!

And with the metamorphosis of the magic skills, those Cannian figures gradually became clear with the help of Murong Xian's magic blessing.

Especially those strong men who originally comprehended the will of martial arts showed their original appearance and image, but it was much more ferocious, like a ghost in hell.

Spiritual thoughts can be manifested in the sea of ​​consciousness, and naturally they can also be manifested externally.

For example, the second brother Guan who manifested himself and the red rabbit horse only with the intent of the sword, and Comrade Zhang who manifested his figure with the intent of a sword.

It's just that it's very difficult to achieve this, but at this moment those people are based on resentment and martial will, and are attracted by dark fire and demon nature, and forcibly manifest their figures.

"The demons destroy the Buddha!"

The smile became more ferocious, Murong Xian swung his sword again, and all the phantoms carried the power of Minghuo to attack the wrathful King Faxiang.

However, what Murong Xian didn't know was that with the transformation of the dark fire magic art, traces of even darker magic fire appeared in the pitch-black flames. It was an extreme darkness, as if it could swallow all the light, and it was extremely dark. Hard to notice.

"Appeared!"

Mu Xueli, who had been paying attention to Murong Xian all the time, looked serious, but there was more pity in her bright eyes.

She already knew about that bastard's arrangement for Murong Xian from her younger sister, and even her younger sister Mu Xuerou had her eye on Murong Xian, to be precise, it was the underworld fire that he cultivated.

She didn't believe it at first, but now that the Minghuo Divine Art has turned into the Minghuo Demonic Art, and it has transformed into the kind of magic fire just like what her sister said, so she has to believe it.

Sure enough, Murong Xian had already become that bastard's chess piece, and even the Minghuo Divine Art he obtained was deliberately arranged by him.

From the beginning to the end, it was just a pitiful pawn!

But it really deserves it, that kind of insane thing should be polished by even more hateful people.

"Sister Xueli has long expected such a change in Murong Xian's kung fu?"

Qiu Yuqin asked curiously, feeling that this little sister seemed to know something.

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(Mu Xueli: Xiao Xianzi, you have to work hard to grow up, the last step of this lady's peerless magic sword depends on you!)

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