Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 118 Killing You, Just One Punch! (two in one)

In the continuous rumble of the mountain cliff collapse.

Chen Kuang's laughing voice was still clearly audible due to the influence of the unfolding of "Dao Yu".

If the many practitioners who came to watch before were just curious about Chen Kuang's ending, or to put it harshly, they were actually curious about how this guy who dared to fight against Wu Sheng would die.

But at this moment, everyone was shocked in their hearts, showing a little moved expression.

This guy, having seen the terrifying power of a martial saint splitting two gorges with one punch, faced with such an astonishing aura... he can still chant poems with a smile? !
Just looking at this scene from a distance, they lost their courage in an instant.

If they were allowed to stand in front of Mu Zhao now, they would all be forced to kneel down due to coercion...

Not to mention being its enemy!

Chen Kuang's smile immediately made them feel shocked, and even vaguely ashamed.

Even though Chen Kuang's cultivation was not as good as theirs, but at this moment, they seemed to see the shadows of those arrogances they had seen and heard in the past!
In contrast, the appearance of the great monster Kunpeng was equally shocking.

But because many people have heard about Chen Kuang's deeds of sacrificing the "Lake Dragon King" with his head before, there is a feeling of sudden enlightenment at this moment.

It turns out that this "Lake Dragon King" is actually Kunpeng!

They were stunned inwardly. At first, everyone thought that Chen Kuang was just a pawn in Huo Hengxuan's hands, but now he is becoming more and more mysterious, more and more incomprehensible...

Among these cultivators, the one with the best view is an old man with a jade flute hanging from his waist.

The old man was dressed in a purple robe with dark patterns, and a forehead inlaid with jade was tied on his head. If it weren't for his long snow-white hair and fine lines at the corners of his eyes that showed his age, he would have dressed like a noble son.

However, even though the old man was quite old, his appearance and temperament were still good, and he must have been unrestrained and unrestrained when he was young.

The purple-robed old man was sitting on top of Shifeng, rubbing the jade flute at his waist, hesitant:

"If he can survive, he will become a great weapon in the future, plus he and brother Mengquan are very close..."

He muttered to himself: "But if I offend Wu Sheng because of this, I am afraid that Tianyin Pavilion will have to pay a big price, and the gains outweigh the losses."

The jade flute in the old man's hand exuded a faint brilliance, and the mood of following the master flickered, making it difficult to calm down.

Suddenly, he frowned again: "Pass on to 'Daoyu'? Isn't this nonsense?!"

"No matter how powerful Chen Kuang is, his physical body is only at the level of ascending a tower. The 'Daoyu' is not just a simple domain independent of the rules of heaven and earth."

"If you want to control the 'Daoyu', you must first bear the changes in the rules."

"If the cultivation base is not strong enough, it will only be swallowed and crushed by the 'Dao Domain' in the end!"

The rules of this world have long been fixed, and people living in it are like fish in water.

Fish in the deep sea have already adapted to the high pressure and dark environment. Once they are salvaged and put into shallow water, they will die immediately, and vice versa.

And people, or practitioners, are the same.

"Daoyu" represents an area where the rules have been changed. In this area, people are like deep-sea fish entering shallow water.

There is almost only one way... and that is death.

Even if Chen Kuang was not killed by Wu Sheng, he would be killed by "Dao Yu".

Finally, the old man in purple robe sighed, and the hand on the jade flute was still loosened...

……

On the other side, for the two people in Liberty Mountain, the focus is somewhat different.

Lin Eryou turned his head to look at the grand scene of Kunpeng piercing the clouds in the distance, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't help standing up:
"This poem...!"

Zhang Zhizhou was still holding a white piece in his hand, which was also hanging in the air at this moment, with a surprised and strange expression on his face.

Lin Eryou turned around and saw the expression on his senior brother's face, so he knew that he had sensed correctly.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and still said with some uncertainty: "Brother, Chen Kuang's poem should seem to be... a flash of talent, right?"

Zhang Zhizhou was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"hiss--"

Lin Eryou grinned and took a deep breath, losing any image at all.

But it wasn't his fault at all.

He believed that even if Master came here in person today, he would be taken aback when he saw this scene...

There is no other reason, only because the method of cultivation in Freedom Mountain is very special, what is cultivated is knowledge, or in other words, "talent".

Just as Xuan Shen Tao respects "morality", Free Mountain respects "knowledge".

The deeper the knowledge, the more recognized by the world. In this way, you can cultivate a ray of "talent" to obtain and display various magical abilities.

But the premise is that "enlightenment" needs to be carried out first, and then a "sea of ​​learning" can be allocated outside the sea of ​​knowledge to preserve talents.

This is a completely independent system, just like Yinxiu and Jianxiu, each has its own unique set of skills. Except for the disciples of Freedom Mountain, it is impossible to have such a thing as "talent".

Otherwise, among mortals, there are many people who can directly rely on their own talents to obtain the Tao.

However, at this moment, a phenomenon beyond cognition actually appeared in front of my eyes.

Chen Kuang, this practitioner is not a disciple of Freedom Mountain.

The poems he chanted actually triggered the appearance of a trace of talent!

Lin Eryou couldn't believe it, didn't this just happen out of nothing?
Or, this Chen Kuang is actually the illegitimate son of the old man... Ahem, well, this is unlikely, but the disciples who secretly recruited outside can't escape.

Zhang Zhizhou was not so surprised, he seemed to have remembered something, and said in a deep voice:
"It's possible... Master once said to me before that talent is not cultivated, but a 'Tao' developed by a great man named 'Confucian' in the ancient realm."

"After his death, the 'Domain' and the will merged into the heaven and the earth, and turned into one of the rules. Only in this way, we disciples of future generations can have 'talent'."

"Otherwise, wouldn't all this 'talent' come out of thin air?"

Lin Eryou froze for a moment, this was the first time he heard such a statement.

Participate...

This is the realm above the sage, which does not exist in this world.

After the "Battle of Shoutian" in the ancient times, the path declined and fell into chaos and disputes. Practitioners actually declined more and more.

After that, almost no one can get a glimpse of "Shen Liao".

The only practitioner who was once regarded as the closest to the Shenliao realm was the sword master who had already sat on Xushi Mountain.

It's a pity that the last one didn't realize the Dao of Canliao before he died.

"The will melts into the heaven and the earth..."

Lin Eryou murmured and repeated, and soon figured it out:

"Eldest brother, what you mean is that if this 'Confucian' senior can be recognized in the dark, he can also gain 'talent'?"

Zhang Zhizhou nodded, with a serious face: "Exactly."

Lin Eryou breathed a sigh of relief, feeling complicated and didn't know what it was like.

In the past, he felt that Chen Kuang was really powerful, but because he hadn't touched his own unique field, at most he admired and envied him.

But the meaning of this sentence now, that is to say, Chen Kuang's poem is outrageously powerful...it has reached a level that can be recognized by the world!

Lin Eryou, as a contemporary disciple of Freedom Mountain and a leader among the younger generation, suddenly felt a little unbalanced.

A little itchy teeth...

But then again, this poem is indeed so good that it is obvious that Lin Eryou admires it from the bottom of his heart.

Born out of sex, full of arrogance!
"If the wind breaks down, it can still shake the dark water..."

Lin Eryou looked at the diving Kunpeng with a complex expression, and said, "Hope is really just a temporary embarrassment, preventing you from riding the wind."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Zhizhou suddenly dropped the white piece that had paused for a long time: "Eryou, it's your turn."

Lin Eryou hesitated for a moment, sat back, swept the chessboard, and his face suddenly became uneasy.

Zhang Zhizhou's chess skills are astonishing. He played chess with Zhang Zhizhou when he was young, but he never won a few times.

At the beginning of this round, he was restless, and he was already at a disadvantage.

But earlier, his Heizi had regained part of his advantage, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue and turn the tables in one fell swoop.

But when Zhang Zhizhou's white piece fell, he realized that the previous advantage was all due to Zhang Zhizhou's game.

At this moment, Bai Zi, who had been silent all this time, showed his ferocious murderous intent.

Lin Eryou focused his attention and picked up a sunspot.

Take a deep breath and slowly fall down.

……

Chen Kuang recited two lines of poems, "Crazy about Poetry" was immediately aroused passively!
The soaring arrogance in this verse suddenly turned into turbulent winds and clouds, supporting the huge body of the Kunpeng, no longer as if it was about to fall straight down like before.

Chen Kuang could feel that the body under his body was not actually the body of the senior brother, but the entire "Dao Domain" that had been transformed.

On the back of the Kunpeng, Chen Kuang could see that there was no flesh and blood in the huge fish body under the scales, but an endless sea!

Under the sea, there are clouds floating, like a dream or a fantasy.

And vaguely, you can still see a small boat floating between the sea and the clouds, and the fishing fire on it is swaying, becoming the only warm color in it.

This is the complete form of the "Dao Domain" of death.

All the illusions that Chen Kuang saw when he performed the question of death before were just a drop in the ocean.

The moment Kunpeng dived, Chen Kuang felt a huge pressure pouring down on him.

He had a premonition that if he rushed down like this and collided with Mu Zhao with the power of "Dao Yu", he would definitely die first.

However, he is also sure that he will "transfer" all the damage he has suffered to Mu Zhao, and all the passives that are instantly activated are enough to hurt Wu Sheng!
Perhaps, it's not just an injury!

But after the passive stimulation of "talking about poetry madness", the artistic conception in the poems turned into two forces in an instant.

The first one is naturally the indomitable spirit of "the big roc rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] li".

Under the blessing of this artistic conception, the power of the "Daoyu" of asking death has become more and more solid, almost at the same level as it can exert itself.

The second level is similar to the effect of returning light, when the life is about to be exhausted, it can burst out several times more powerful power.

For Chen Kuang, this could not save his life, but it was enough for him to leave an unforgettable memory for Wu Sheng.

Between lightning bolts.

Kunpeng fell like a cloud, and Chen Kuang finally caught sight of the figure.

Seeing the entirety of the figure——

That is not Wu Sheng's body.

Chen Kuang couldn't help but constrict his pupils.

The figure is not very tall, just what a young man with a strong physique should look like, about six feet tall, or in other words, it is a young man with dark skin.

The young man was simple in appearance, wearing a light green turban on his head, bunts on his body, and even several patches on his clothes.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is naturally not the appearance of a martial artist!
This is simply another strange young man!
But what was frightening was that the young man's body seemed to be congested with blood, with terrifying blood-red muscles spouting and knotting, and blood vessels protruding one by one, wriggling and crawling all over his body like an earthworm.

And the moment he raised his head, strands of blood flowed out from the seven orifices on his face, and his eyes were completely congested with blood, very ferocious.

The skin on his body was already like a balloon, which was about to burst and explode, showing a translucent shape.

Chen Kuang was startled when he thought of what Shen Liangcai had reminded him, and then sank.

Wu Sheng's body is still in retreat, and there is no way to come out, but he chose to borrow someone else's body to control it with his own distraction, and let this body gain part of its strength.

But he didn't expect that this Martial Saint's fake body would be so strange.

Chen Kuang could even vaguely see the flashing pain and struggle in the young man's eyes...

He still retains his own consciousness, and it's not voluntary!

At least at this moment, this body and the consciousness occupying him at this moment have completely deviated from each other.

But it was only for a moment, that eyes became cold and condescending.

Chen Kuang looked familiar.

When Li Hongling looked at him at the beginning, it was this kind of look.

It seems that the master and apprentice are really passed down in one continuous line!
Chen Kuang also turned cold, and he took a deep breath.

Tushi descended to the sky, the seventh level!

The white lotus entrusts the birth, the two dragons bathe the Buddha, the moon wears cassocks...

Under Chen Kuang's body, a white lotus supported him, just like the lotus seat under the Buddha, with two dragons coiled around his arms, and a misty cassock fluttering over his body.

Looking from a distance, it seems that there is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao and an incarnated Buddha standing there.

But this Buddha came not to save sentient beings, but to kill karma!
In his mind, "Sword of Yizhong" was buzzing, and the high-hanging killing sword was excited, and the Dragon Gum, which was hugged in front of him, had already been pulled into a string by him.

The whole body's aura is surging, sending it to the "Daoyu" to maintain its operation.

Kunpeng chanted, siphoned rivers and seas of clouds, and slammed downwards!
It's like the sky is falling!
"Mu Zhao" spoke again at this moment, he raised his hand, and said his second sentence lightly:
"I've waited for so long, is this your best effort?"

"Mu Zhao" let out a breath slowly, and clenched his fist: "If you are just a practitioner at the tower-climbing level, then this has greatly exceeded my expectations."

"However, if you want to be my enemy, then...you will inevitably be disappointed."

"Today, you can't hurt me at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Kuang's pupils constricted, and he felt the "whim" alarm ringing, and the blood rushed to his brain instantly, bringing a trace of... instinctive fear!

"Mu Zhao" raised his fist, raised his head and faced Chen Kuang, his voice was like a bell, resounding through the heaven and earth, rolling like thunder.

"It only takes one punch to kill you!!!"

Immediately afterwards, "Mu Zhao" really only punched.

Punch out.

Heaven and earth change color.

In that pitch-black night, suddenly there were streaks of light that tore apart the night sky!
It was as if the entire sky had been shattered!

At the same time, the huge Kunpeng, with its cloud-like wings and body covering the sky and sun, all collapsed in an instant.

The sea water poured, and the clouds scattered.

"Daoyu" collapsed instantly.

Chen Kuang's figure passed through the clouds and fell straight from top to bottom, like an insignificant speck of dust.

"Mu Zhao" withdrew his gaze, lost interest, and said in a cold voice with disdain: "The incompetent man, who is full of tricks, actually killed my disciple. Now punish the evil cultivators, and make an example to others!"

These words were naturally addressed to those onlookers.

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

"Look again... who is the evil cultivator?"

A laughing voice suddenly sounded.

"Mu Zhao"'s pupils constricted, and he turned his head abruptly, only to see Chen Kuang who had fallen to the ground, patted the dust on his body, and stood up as if nothing had happened, seemingly unharmed.

"You?!" "Mu Zhao" finally couldn't maintain his composure, and a trace of incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Bah..."

A tiny voice suddenly came from "Mu Zhao" himself.

He looked down, but saw that there was a wound on his body. At some point... there was a wound.

His body has already been stretched to the limit, like a balloon full of air.

Just a prick with a needle.

"Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!"

Many wounds appeared on his body one after another, the almost transparent skin burst open, and purple-black blood sprayed out from the skin.

In an instant, it became like a shower...

All of these are injuries from Chen Kuang's body!

It's not serious, but... embarrassing enough.

The dignified Martial Saint, seeing such a scene, was stunned, and his face twisted instantly.

Chen Kuang stood up straight, and said in a cold voice, "Today, everyone, take a good look! Who is more like an evil cultivator!"

In an instant, because the surrounding clouds and mists had all dissipated, even the mountain peaks were flattened.

The appearance of the Shower Martial Saint clearly fell into the eyes of all onlookers...

(End of this chapter)