The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 271: The Dead Man Reveals the Law and Destroys the Family
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The sound of the Qingyue sword was like a dragon's roar, and a strong wind swept by. A cloud eagle with iron wings was seen flying across the sky. Yu Jiaolong jumped off his back, and the serrated sword swung down from high above, slashing down with the force of thunder.

"Uncle, save me, my little sister is really crazy!"

Wan Zhaohua screamed miserably on the top of the mountain, but the two people halfway up the mountain turned a deaf ear to him. Old Man Mo asked in a serious tone, "If Wan Zhaohua is innocent."

Wan Zhenhai said in a deep voice: "Then I will bring Zhaoning girl back to the capital to await her fate, and the throne of the King of Yue will be inherited by a talented person selected from other branches!"

After hearing this, Old Man Mo's heart skipped a beat. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment. So he simply stopped thinking about it and looked towards the top of the mountain.

Yu Jiaolong suddenly attacked with all her strength, and with the momentum of swooping down from a high position, her aura reached its peak.

Wan Zhaohua was hit by the knife without any resistance.

Boom——

As large amounts of true energy rolled and surged, the mountains shook violently, mud, sand, rocks, flowers, plants and trees surged into the sky, and smoke and dust filled the air.

"Is it so easy to succeed?"

Looking at the top of the mountain shrouded in smoke, Old Man Mo's eyes froze, while Wan Zhenhai's expression remained calm, as if Wan Zhaohua's death could not cause any ripples in his heart at all.

Old Man Mo was just about to go up the mountain to check, but suddenly he sensed a strange aura and his face changed.

"Is this the magic of the Heavenly Mystery Sorcerer?!"

In the smoke and dust, Yu Jiaolong's face darkened.

Although her attack was successful, she did not show any joy. The moment she hit Wan Zhaohua, she noticed something strange.

call--

The serrated sword was swung, and the smoke and dust that blocked the view was swept away in an instant.

On the plain in the eastern suburbs, the Wujiantang man and Wang Zhengde were also stunned. They stopped immediately and looked towards the top of the mountain.

Not only the two of them, but also Old Man Mo on the mountainside and the enlightened masters and divine masters in the crowd watching at the foot of the mountain were all filled with astonishment, with turbulent waves in their hearts.

"Magic, is he really the devil of the Forgetful Way?!"

Everyone saw the devastated mountaintop with straw flying all over the sky, but Wan Zhaohua was standing on the altar of the ceremony unharmed.

"A scapegoat?!"

Yu Jiaolong's face was solemn. She looked at Wan Zhaohua, whose expression was indifferent and eyes were cold, and who looked like a completely different person from the one who had just been frightened and screaming, and said in a deep voice.

"My impression of my second brother is that he can't use the Taoist technique of using a straw man as a substitute for death. When did you become like this?"

As they were talking, Old Man Mo and Wan Zhenhai also floated to the top of the mountain, looking coldly at Wan Zhaohua, who was completely different from before.

Their goal was indeed achieved. Looking at Wan Zhaohua now, there was not a trace of human emotion in his eyes. No one would believe that he was not the devil of the Forgetful Way.

Wan Zhaohua's technique of using a straw man as a substitute for death just now is the best proof!

In this era, martial arts are flourishing, and the art of feng shui and numerology is only used as an auxiliary. Such techniques are far from being able to compete with martial arts.

It’s not that the magic is not powerful enough, but it’s too difficult to learn.

Compared to martial arts, there are strict restrictions on the use of magic.

The poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts, and the law is amended to destroy the family, these are not just talk.

Perhaps only one person out of a hundred thousand people can achieve something in the art of magic, and the magic they know is mostly the kind of perception such as measurement and spying.

Instead of imagining yourself like in the novels about cultivating immortals, killing enemies with fireballs, ice bombs, and flying swords at will, you might as well go to bed early.

If a magician practices for sixty years and can master two or three spells, he is considered to have extraordinary talent.

And you can't use it whenever you want.

There are too many strict restrictions, such as astrology, weather, feng shui, terrain, rules and regulations, ritual altars and instruments, etc.

Practicing superior techniques is much more difficult than practicing Yangshen-level martial arts.

It's not like martial arts, where you have to train hard in the hottest days of winter and the coldest days of summer. As long as your aptitude is not so bad that there is no hope for it, and there is enough resource supply, you can often achieve a breakthrough in 20 to 30 years.

Moreover, general magic techniques don't play much of a role in fighting and can only play a supporting role.

It cannot improve the foundation, is difficult to practice, and is far less promising than martial arts practiced for the same amount of time. Therefore, magic has always been regarded as a side path with far less promising prospects than martial arts.

However, there are a few top-notch and superior techniques that are exceptions. Although they are difficult to practice and require a great price to use, once they are mastered, they can produce miraculous effects.

Just like Wan Zhaohua's technique of using a straw man as a substitute for death just now, if he had not been immersed in this art for hundreds of years, it would have been impossible for him to perform it successfully in a hurry.

But after mastering it, even if you take a thundering blow from Yu Jiaolong, you will remain unharmed!
"He can actually use the straw man death-substitution technique. Even those true Taoists cannot master the death-substitution technique without decades of hard work!"

For a moment, Xiao Qianfeng in the crowd screamed in surprise, and the young man next to him looked towards the top of the mountain with eyes as fast as lightning, and his gaze quickly locked on the altar of the ceremony.

"That was the altar he had set up long ago to connect the Feng Shui and earth energy in order to perform the ritual. Although the art of death substitution is powerful, the cost is also huge. It requires the help of a Yang Shen realm expert who has sacrificed his own root energy to make a magic tool to perform it.

What is so special about Wan Zhaohua that makes Wang Qing Dao willing to spend so much money to train and support him? ! "

Yu Jiaolong and Old Man Mo were also shocked when they looked at Wan Zhaohua. They originally thought that Wan Zhaohua had only practiced the martial arts of the Way of Forgetting Love, but they never expected that he had such profound attainments in magic.

Wan Zhaohua faced the gazes of countless people, his expression still indifferent, as if he was not the one surrounded by enemies.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!

Zhaohua, I never thought that you were so talented in the unorthodox ways. It is because I, as your teacher, have wasted your talent!"

At this time, Wang Zhengde left the Wujiantang man behind and went up to the top of the mountain. Although he looked at Wan Zhaohua with words of praise, the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of white mist appeared everywhere in the mountains and fields.

From the bottom of the mountain to the top, the fog changes from thin to thick, visibility becomes lower and lower, and it completely obscures everything on the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the thousands of soldiers who had been blown to and fro just now also reacted after seeing the situation on the top of the mountain.

The black-armored general was about to lead a group of soldiers up the mountain.

But when he walked up the mountain steps and saw the area shrouded in white fog, his face suddenly changed.

"stop!"

The black-armored general quickly gave an order to the soldiers to stop. He could directly feel the strangeness of the white fog.

The white fog actually blocked and weakened his spiritual perception and his connection with heaven and earth!
It was as if a membrane had formed between him and the surrounding heaven and earth energy. The power of heaven and earth that he could normally mobilize easily seemed to be solidified and could not be mobilized at all.

When fighting in the white fog, you can only rely on your own strength!
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the top of the mountain.

"No one in the palace is allowed to go up the mountain without my order!"

Hearing Wan Zhenhai's voice, the black-armored general gritted his teeth and led his soldiers down the mountain again. They guarded the entrance at the foot of the mountain and looked towards the top of the mountain obscured by white fog, feeling worried.

"What on earth happened to the Second Prince? Why did he become like this?!"

The top of the mountain is shrouded in white mist.

Wan Zhaohua glanced around, his eyes sweeping over Yu Jiaolong, Old Man Mo, Wan Zhenhai and Wang Zhengde one by one.

Finally, his gaze rested on Wang Zhengde, and his expression actually regained a bit of humanity.

"Teacher, you should be happy that your student has achieved the Great Dao. You have helped me so many times. Why don't you help me one last time and sacrifice your life to help my student achieve the Great Dao?"

"Since your elder brother got into trouble, I spied on the entire process of your breakthrough of God's Will. I thought you just had some small secrets, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I also helped you cover it up to prevent others from thinking of anything unusual."

Wang Zhengde's face turned sad when he heard this, and his already old face became even more desolate.

"I never thought that I was the one who helped the tyrant. You evil creature, even if I have to sacrifice my life today, I will clean up the mess for Jiangnan Academy!!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhengde's whole body was filled with true energy. The vast and mighty righteous energy rushed up into the sky and gathered on his palms again, and he leaped towards Wan Zhaohua with the force of thunder.

Upon seeing this, Yu Jiaolong also picked up a knife and was about to kill them together, but was stopped by Old Man Mo.

"Senior Mo?"

This made her face turn pale, but Old Man Mo didn't reply.

He just watched solemnly as Wang Zhengde rushed towards Wan Zhaohua, but he had no intention of taking any action.

Wang Zhengde's palms, which were packed with unparalleled power, were getting closer and closer to Wan Zhaohua. There was only murderous intent in his eyes, and he vowed to kill the evil disciple in front of him!
But the next moment, Wang Zhengde's face changed drastically, and he saw Wan Zhaohua not dodging or evading, but also meeting his palms with both hands.

With a bang, he actually withstood Wang Zhengde's attack without any sign of reluctance on his face.

With his body in Yin Shen realm, he easily withstood the angry attack of Yang Shen Grandmaster!
"you"

Wang Zhengde was shocked, but only said one word.

puff-

He looked down at his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, and saw a hand passing through his chest like lightning, pinching his pounding heart.

In an instant, Wang Zhengde was in his last moments. He turned his head with difficulty to look at the attacker behind him with an expression of disbelief.

"Wanzhen.Hai."

Looking at Wan Zhenhai's indifferent expression, the last glimmer of light in Wang Zhengde's eyes was completely extinguished.

Old man Mo, who watched the whole process, did not show any change in expression, as if he had expected it, while Yu Jiaolong shouted in shock.

"Uncle Emperor, you?!"

(End of this chapter)