Martial arts long journey

Chapter 755
However, in just a split second, Zhou Yan successfully condensed the different species of Martial Dao Golden Core, which caused the aura emanating from his body to increase by more than several times.

Seeing such a scene, this made the color on Liu Yun's face even more livid.

Feeling bad about being the old Taoist Liuyun who plotted to become Zhou Yan's stepping stone, it is naturally impossible for him to sit back and watch Zhou Yan, a thief of the evil way, continue to grow.

Therefore, Liuyun Laodao didn't have the slightest hesitation or hesitation in his heart at all. The volume of yin and yang and Tai Chi diagram cut out under the long sword in his hand became more solid and profound in no time.

Looking at the volume of Yin-Yang Liangyi Taiji diagram above his head that seemed to be suppressed like overwhelming, an awe-inspiring look flashed across Zhou Yan's eyes.

Although Zhou Yan has now successfully condensed the different kinds of martial arts golden elixir, no matter what quality the martial arts elixir is condensed, it will eventually require a process of matching the martial arts elixir with itself.

Therefore, after just breaking through the realm of Martial Dao Golden Core, all warriors must first rest for a period of time, and it is best to stabilize the newly condensed Martial Dao Golden Core.

If you are good at martial arts during this period, it will inevitably affect your own martial arts foundation, and completely cut off your future martial arts practice is very likely to exist.

But right now, Zhou Yan couldn't give up his resistance and wait for his death when facing Liu Yun's old Taoist sword's scroll of Yin-Yang Liangyi and Tai Chi Diagram that was close at hand, right?

Therefore, even if the foundation of his own martial arts will be damaged in the future, Zhou Yan has no choice but to prepare to fight back vigorously.

However, this was just the worst plan. The reason why Zhou Yan dared to sharpen his own martial arts in this battle between righteousness and evil was that he naturally had something else to rely on.

You must know that Ling Chongxiao, who is the strongest in martial arts, is just a few miles away. Zhou Yan believes that it is impossible for Ling Chongxiao to sit back and watch his martial arts foundation be damaged.

With Ling Chongxiao's profound and terrifying martial arts cultivation, Liuyun's old-fashioned sword style is not worth mentioning in front of him.

However, when Zhou Yan was preparing his own counterattack while waiting for Ling Chongxiao to make a move, a voice full of unwillingness resounded through the entire Futu Mountain.

The sudden sound of that voice made all the members of the righteous and demon realms who were fighting in a melee stunned.

Even the volume of Yin-Yang Liangyi Taiji Diagram that Liuyun Laodao slashed down with his sword couldn't help hovering in mid-air.

If it is based on common sense, Liuyun Laodao and other martial arts giants in the realm of Jindan Tianren have not experienced a lot of tempering, how can the voice of ordinary people affect people like him?
But the owner of that voice just now is extraordinary, the most important thing is that the meaning contained in that voice is too appalling.

"Disciples belonging to the Zhuanlun King Kong Temple, all withdraw from Mount Futu!"

That resentful voice came from the mouth of Mo Luo, the head of the Conquering Demon Hall of the Zhuanlun King Kong Temple, who is almost equivalent to the leader of the righteous path this time.

And when the words fell from Mo Luo's mouth, he led the group of people from the Chakra King Kong Temple with a gloomy expression and retreated towards the foot of the Buddha Mountain.

As for the high priest of the Moon Worship Sect and You Lianfeng and other powerhouses, they did not stop Mo Luo and the surviving disciples of the Chuanlun King Kong Temple, but allowed them to evacuate out of Futu Mountain safely.

It turned out that when the righteous and the evil were fighting fiercely on the top of Futu Mountain, the shocking battle on the Nether Cliff of Kunlun Shenshan had also come to an end.

The power of the strongest martial artist is simply terrifying, and the entire land boundary of more than ten miles around Nether Cliff has been reduced to a mess.

If it weren't for the fact that Nether Cliff was the base camp of the Nether Demon Sect in the past, and was blessed with various formations and restrictions by the Nether Demon Sect, I am afraid that even Nether Cliff would have disappeared completely.

At this moment, the three of them, Si Mingshuo, the leader of the Moon Worship Sect, Taihao Daoist of Zhengyangzong, and Mo Ang of the Zhuanlun King Kong Temple, were in three different directions on the top of Nether Cliff.

Daoist Taihao of Zhengyang Sect was lying on the east side of Nether Cliff, panting slowly, and eight of the nine rounds of scorching sun that had been spinning around his body had been completely extinguished.

Only the blazing sun that survived did not regain its previous power at all, only a little flame flickered there, as if it would be completely extinguished when the wind blows.

Relatively speaking, the condition of the monk Moang in the Zhuanlun King Kong Temple is slightly better. He seems to have no injuries on the surface, but the injuries on the inside of his body are definitely not small.

Even the golden glow of the Buddha's light around his body was extremely dim, and he couldn't see it at all if he didn't look carefully.

Right now, the monk Moang was sitting cross-legged on the west side of the Nether Cliff, closing his eyes and concentrating on adjusting his breathing for the heavy injuries suffered inside his body.

On the edge of his pale mouth, a black and red blood stain oozes out from time to time.

Only the turntable of Si Mingshuo, the leader of worshiping the moon, did not seem to have changed much. He stood quietly at the southernmost tip of Nether Cliff, his moon-white robe fluttering in the wind.

Si Mingshuo's white clothes on his chest were dotted with bright red snowflakes, and it was unknown whether they belonged to him, or who belonged to Taihao Daoist and Mo Ang.

However, Si Mingshuo only seemed to be safe and sound on the surface. In fact, his energy at this moment was becoming more and more sluggish, as if he would completely fall down in the next instant.

But even so, Si Mingshuo's thin figure still brought an extremely huge deterrent force to Master Taihao and Divine Monk Moang.

Because a long time ago, Si Mingshuo already looked like he could be defeated at any time, but in the end he forcefully dragged Master Taihao and Divine Monk Moang to the current situation where both sides were hurting each other. .

It was precisely because of this that Master Taihao and Divine Monk Moang could no longer see Si Mingshuo's cultivation strength clearly. No one knew whether Si Mingshuo had really reached his limit.

It is not certain that even if the fierce fighting continues for a few days and nights, Si Mingshuo may still be in the current state where he seems to be knocked down by the wind.

The cold wind gently brushed over the Nether Cliff, causing the Nether Flame Lotus burning in the north direction to tremble slightly, and the cyan flame was reflected on the faces of the three of them.

For a moment, none of the three people on Nether Cliff spoke aloud, and fell into a strange silence.

(End of this chapter)