The heavens: pushing across all realms

"There is a mill over there, Mr. Feng, let's go there and take shelter from the rain?" A'Zhu shouted quickly.

Feng Ji nodded slightly and rode on.

Wang Yuyan sat in his arms, the rain wet her clothes and clung to her tender skin, highlighting her curvy figure.

She was trembling slightly and feeling cold.

Feng Ji glanced at her and asked, "Is it cold?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head quickly and leaned forward as much as possible, for fear of coming into contact with Feng Ji.

Feng Ji smiled faintly, and the body-protecting aura surged and opened up, like a circular air shield, covering the two of them.

The wind and rain were swaying, but when they fell, they were blocked by the strong energy.

Wang Yuyan, who was sitting in front, was secretly shocked.

"Gang Qi protects the body. This person's internal strength is so strong that no one in this world can match it. Even my cousin, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh. She just felt that it was too difficult for her cousin to become the emperor. Even if he wanted to be the best in martial arts, it was extremely difficult.

For a moment, her heart was filled with melancholy, and unconsciously, she moved slightly closer to Feng Ji.

She felt as if there was a stove behind her, very warm, subconsciously making her want to get closer.

Feng Ji's energy and blood were so huge that they were emitting astonishing heat all the time, so she naturally felt warm.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she was curled up in Feng Ji's arms.

"ah--"

She suddenly exclaimed, her pretty face turned red instantly, and she hurriedly struggled to sit up.

However, there was a breeze of sadness in her body, and she had no strength to move, so she fell lazily into Feng Ji's arms.

The beauty was in his arms. Although Feng Ji was not a pervert, he was not the fake Liu Xiahui either. He wrapped his big hands around the beauty's waist and held it softly, making her delicate body soft.

"Well~ no... don't..."

Wang Yuyan's face turned red, and she hurriedly pushed Feng Ji's big hand away, almost begging for mercy.

Feng Ji looked at her and saw that she was full of pleading, and immediately smiled: "You came here yourself."

Wang Yuyan blushed and explained eagerly: "I...I was covered in poisonous smoke and weak. I didn't mean to lie in your...your arms."

Feng Ji smiled and immediately let go of his hand: "Intentionally or not, you are already lying in my arms."

Wang Yuyan was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears. She just felt that she was sorry for her cousin.

Feng Ji teased her for a while, and when he saw the mill was in front of him, he immediately got off his horse.

He picked up the three girls one by one and took them to the mill.

Among the three girls, A'Zhu and A Bi had a strange fragrance on their bodies. Feng Ji glanced at the tops of their heads from the corner of his eyes. It represented the luck of the Gandharvas, dancing and exuding a strange fragrance.

Feng Ji went to see Wang Yuyan again. This woman also had an intoxicating fragrance, but it was the fragrance of a girl's virginity, not the sandalwood scent of A'Zhu and A Bi.

The three girls were all wet and had beautiful figures, each with their own advantages.

Wang Yuyan is the youngest, but the tallest. Although she has never practiced martial arts, she still has a curvy front and back. Although she is young, she has the charm of her mother.

It can only be said that Li Qingluo has a good foundation, and Wang Yuyan is a typical thin-waisted but fruitful type.

Abi and A'Zhu are different. A'Zhu is slightly older and already has a hint of maturity. Abi is a typical Jiangnan girl, made up of jasper.

The three girls were all beautiful, each with their own merits. Feng Ji carried the three of them into the house one after another.

At this time, I heard a humming sound coming from behind the haystack.

The three women suddenly looked weird and embarrassed.

Feng Ji immediately coughed: "Ahem, cough, is anyone here?"

A sound of exclamation suddenly came from among the haystacks.

But I saw a young farmer man and woman sitting up from the haystack. Their hair was messy, their clothes were disheveled, and their faces were full of embarrassment.

The three girls blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly lowered their heads and turned around, not daring to look at this scene.

Feng Ji smiled and didn't take it seriously, and said: "You two, we were passing through this place and it suddenly rained heavily. Can we take shelter from the rain for a while?"

As he spoke, Feng Ji stretched out his hand and threw out a silver ingot.

The young man subconsciously took the silver ingot, put it in his hands, and suddenly felt happy.

He looked at his wife, who also nodded happily.

"You can do whatever you want," the young man said quickly.

Feng Ji nodded, looked at the wet appearance of the three women, and asked: "Sister, do you have clothes here for the three of them to change into?"

The peasant girl shook her head and said, "I only have one pair of clothes, I'm afraid it won't be enough for three people."

Abi and A'Zhu spoke quickly.

"We don't need it. We know some martial arts. Let's let Miss Wang put it on first."

"That's right, girl, there is an attic above. Go and change your clothes. Don't freeze."

Wang Yuyan nodded and wanted to get up, but couldn't move. She had to look at the peasant girl and said, "Sister, can you help me up and help me change my clothes."

The peasant girl couldn't help but look at the tall Feng Ji and asked, "Won't your man help you?"

Wang Yuyan's face suddenly turned red and she quickly explained: "He is not...my...my husband."

When he said the last three words, his face turned red and he felt like bleeding, feeling shy and embarrassed.

Feng Ji chuckled and said, "Girl, take her up."

The farm girl smiled awkwardly, helped Wang Yuyan up, and walked upstairs.

Feng Ji looked at the two girls, A'Zhu and A Bi, and said, "I promised to save you just now. You agreed to do me a favor."

A'Zhu and A Bi looked at each other with a little fear in their eyes.

He secretly thought that the two of them were not very powerful in martial arts, so what could they do to help him?

Isn't he attracted by our beauty?

Thinking of this, the two women felt depressed and scared, but they had no choice.

Although they are the maids of the Murong family, their attitudes are naturally different from those of ordinary maids.

"Feng... Young Master Feng, you... you have great martial arts skills and are famous in the world. You won't... you won't use force on our sisters, right?" A'Zhu said tremblingly.

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Where did you think you were going?"

"I need to lend you two my luck, so don't think too much about it."

The two girls were greatly surprised and could not understand.

"Luck?"

"What it is?"

Feng Ji smiled and said: "You two don't understand, don't worry, I won't touch you, but what I'm going to do next may affect your mind and mood. If I offend you in any way, I'll apologize in advance." .”

The two girls couldn't understand, but they couldn't help but feel relieved when they heard that he couldn't move them.

Immediately, they nodded in agreement, sat down, and waited for the toxicity of the 'Sad Breeze' to pass.

On Feng Ji's side, he looked at the Gandharva Dharma and Luck above the two of them, and took a deep breath.

He immediately activated his internal energy, his internal organs vibrated together, his internal energy roared and flowed, and his ten fingers suddenly lifted up!

Puff puff--

The Six Meridians Divine Sword shoots out!

The air waves vibrated, and the invisible and colorless sword energy shot out. Feng Ji's spiritual consciousness was attached to it, and it struck the Gandharva Dharma's luck with a crash!

Boom!

A'Zhu and A Bi felt their heads vibrate suddenly, and an indescribable strange feeling made them palpitate.

"ah--"

The two women screamed instantly. Feng Ji's sword energy obviously did not hurt them, but it made the two women seem to have been greatly hurt!

Feng Ji stared at the Gandharva in the sky.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword just now penetrated the Dharma of the two Gandharvas, and suddenly a large amount of fragrance filled the air.

Faintly, the sweet sound of silk and bamboo came again!

Gandharva, one of the eight tribes, is also called the God of Fragrance and the God of Music!

At this time, Feng Ji kept firing out the Six Meridian Divine Sword with his fingers, and there was a constant roar in the air.

The two Gandharva dharma images continued to explode into pieces, and a large number of broken meteorological fragments poured in all directions.

In Feng Ji's mind, he received the remaining image fragments of luck.

On the endless Buddhist halls, many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats sit.

The Buddhas looked up to the sky, only to see the swastika seal sealing the sky in the sky. Countless runes were scattered all over the sky. The spiritual energy suddenly converged and poured into a mountain bit by bit.

A Buddha said: "The spiritual energy has been sealed. From now on, the eight tribes will select and identify people of great wisdom and wisdom to enter my Buddhist practice."

"Venerable Bodhidharma, your Kongxiang Temple is responsible for this matter."

"Follow the law."

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Among the fragments, the gods of incense and music, represented by Gandharvas, have found all kinds of people of great wisdom and wisdom over countless years, and led them to experience various tests of love, desire, and sin in the world.

Some people die and their paths disappear, and some people achieve great enlightenment and can finally enter the realm of formlessness and practice in the Kongxiang Temple.

Over thousands of years, as time goes by, the spiritual energy becomes thinner and thinner, and the eight tribes appear less and less frequently.

"With the exhaustion of spiritual energy, it is no longer enough to give birth to more sages. This life should be the last one."

From a certain fragment, such a voice came.

Wow!

All the fragments dissipated, and Feng Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

But opposite them, A'Zhu and A Bi were unconscious and fell to the ground.

In the sky above the two people's heads, the luck of the Gandharva's Dharma disappeared.

Feng Ji was about to think when suddenly a sharp sound pierced the air.

"Woo——"

Feng Jigang's energy automatically circulates to protect the body!

Boom!

There was a muffled sound of explosion, and Feng Ji looked back, only to see a figure at the door being blown away by his body-protecting energy.

But the man's hands were not weak. He had already turned over and stood firm in mid-air. Although he staggered back a few steps on the ground, he still managed to hold on and did not fall to the ground.

But his palms were dripping with blood!

A pair of eyes stared at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji came back to his senses and noticed that the young farmer in the mill had fallen into a pool of blood.

Wang Yuyan was also unconscious upstairs.

There were many Xixia warriors who died tragically around.

Feng Ji took a look at the corpses of these Xixia warriors and found that most of them died from the shock of their own internal forces.

I think it was when I fell into the memory fragments of the 'Gandharva' that these people chased me and attacked me.

But he was killed by the reaction of his own body-protecting Qi.

The Xixia warrior outside should be the last one standing.

His eyes were cold and he glanced at the man.

When he looked at it, his eyes suddenly froze.

"Huh?"

Feng Ji was surprised. It turned out that above the head of the Western Xia warrior outside, there was also a statue of luck shrouding him!

This destiny statue is different from anything Feng Ji has ever seen.

This image has three sides and six arms, holding the sun and moon in its hands, standing on the sea with its two feet, and crossing Mount Sumeru.

Feng Ji's heart raced and he immediately remembered what this scene was.

"Eight Tribes, Asuras?"

Asura, literally translated as "not heaven", the results are like heaven but not heaven.

In addition, Asura is one of the Six Paths. They basically lived in the caves of Mount Sumeru and fought fiercely with the gods headed by Emperor Shakti.

Asura is the god of war. He has great power and ability, but he is violent, stubborn and jealous by nature. He was very suspicious and suspected that the Buddha was partial to the gods, so he often led his troops to fight against Shakti, but he was always defeated by the leader of the gods, Shakten.

Feng Ji looked at the Xixia warrior in front of him and recalled the original plot. He immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

"Murong Fu is like the sky but not the heaven. He wants to be an emperor, but never becomes an emperor throughout his life. In the end, he becomes like Murong Fu who plays the emperor's dream with his children?"

The person in front of him was none other than Murong Fu.

The results of his destiny and karma have also been revealed through the luck of Asura.

Throughout his life, Murong Fu was as famous as Qiao Feng. He repeatedly fought with the three Qiao Feng brothers, and ended in failure every time.

Isn't it in line with Asura's destiny to fight against the gods?

In the original plot, Murong Fu did track the mill.

Feng Ji laughed: "I didn't expect that in one day, I met three of the eight tribesmen."

"Your Excellency has such profound inner strength."

Murong Fu suppressed his voice, trying not to reveal his identity as much as possible, and shouted.

Feng Ji looked at him and said, "Hide your head and show your tail, and attack from behind. Is this the Murong family's motto?"

Murong Fu, who was wearing a Xixia warrior uniform, was suddenly startled, and the human skin mask on his face almost fell off.

He was panicking. He didn't know where he had slipped up, but Feng Ji recognized his identity!

But he refused to admit it at the moment and shouted directly: "What Murong family, I am the Xixia First Grade Hall, Li Yanzong!"

Feng Ji smiled lightly, walked out of the mill and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether you are Murong Fu or Li Yanzong, it's the same."

But he saw Feng Ji suddenly flash forward and quickly point his hand towards Murong Fu's chest.

The force of his fingers came through the air, the rain curtain tore, the rain splashed, and the roaring sound broke through the air.

The glare in Murong Fu's eyes rose sharply: "Well done!"

Then he flipped his wrist and slashed Feng Ji's fingers with the long knife in his hand.

He wanted to use this move to split Huashan, forcing Feng Ji to stop his hand, and followed it up with a move to grab chestnuts from the fire, which would cut Feng Ji's throat straight.

However, Feng Ji on the opposite side did not stop. Instead, he came forward with force of his fingers and pointed his flesh fingers at the blade!

Bang——!

There was a muffled sound and the blade in Murong Fu's hand exploded, and countless fragments shot out in all directions!

Murong Fu's pupils shrank instantly!

"Henglian?"

He couldn't believe it. How could there be such a powerful Heng Lian?

If you lose in one move, how can you find a chance to win again?

Feng Ji's finger strength continued unabated, and with a roar, he landed on the big point on Murong Fu's shoulder with a bang!

At the critical moment, Murong Fu suddenly lowered his body and avoided the acupuncture points.

But Feng Ji's finger force hit him firmly on the shoulder.

Murong Fu felt the opponent's finger force, as if it were an overwhelming force, hitting him with a surging force.

At that moment, he quickly took a deep breath and started running the family secret skill "The Stars Move" like crazy!

In an instant, Feng Ji's internal energy was pulled by him, and then Murong Fu pointed his backhand at Feng Ji's chest!

With this finger, Murong Fu used the powerful Vajra fingering method of the Shaolin School!

It's just that this finger power uses Feng Ji's internal power that has been transferred from time to time!

Bang!

Murong Fu's fingers hit Feng Ji's body, and Feng Ji's body-protecting aura circulated. This finger force could not break Feng Ji's body-protecting aura at all.

Feng Ji grinned and didn't take his hand back. The energy in his body was flowing and he used the "Great Shift of the Universe" technique.

Suddenly, this force returned to Feng Ji's hand, followed his fingertips, and hit Murong Fu again.

Murong Fu was immediately taken aback and shouted in horror: "How could you do this?"

But the next moment, Murong Fu realized that the force transferred by the other party was far inferior to what he transferred out.

"No, it's not a matter of time and space!"

Feng Ji also discovered this and couldn't help but feel surprised. He could detect that Murong Fu's sudden movement seemed to not only transfer part of his strength.

Feng Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of Murong Fu's head.

But he saw the image of Asura's destiny shining brightly, and a big hand on the image was grabbing at the top of his head following Murong Fu's movement of stars!

Feng Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately remembered something.

When Qiao Feng used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his internal strength was obviously not as good as his own, but he was able to use Emperor Shi's luck to achieve combat power that exceeded his real strength.

That scene at the beginning left a deep impression on him!

And now Murong Fu is actually in the same situation.

When he took action, this Asura luck was also helping him!

Feng Ji's expression darkened, and then he suddenly raised his other hand and pointed it towards the void!

Poof!

The Six Meridians Divine Sword shot out and instantly hit the Asura Qi Luck Dharma!

boom!

In an instant, Asura's luck exploded, and the arm exploded instantly.

When Murong Fu stood up, he vomited blood and retreated violently!

In the rain, he ran away quickly without looking back!

Feng Ji did not chase him, but frowned, feeling surprised in his heart.

"The time has passed...it doesn't seem to be simple!"

Feng Ji began to think deeply. He just felt that part of his luck had been transferred away!

Now he looked down at the puddle.

But he saw a golden dragon circling and roaring above his reflection in the puddle, and the dragon energy belonging to Duan Yu was still struggling and roaring.

In addition, at some point, a red silk thread appeared on the golden dragon's body, connecting it to the void from a distance!

"Causal line?"

Feng Ji's eyes narrowed and he was a little surprised.

"Where did it come from?"

Feng Ji was surprised and looked quickly to the other end of the causal line.

At the end of the void, there is a vague void, and I don’t know where it connects.

At that moment, he immediately used the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" internally, waved his hand fiercely at the causal line above his head!

puff--!

There was a muffled sound, the void shook, and the red causal thread suddenly exploded.

Feng Ji suddenly felt relieved and his soul became a little lighter.

It was as if something had been let go.

Feng Ji became thoughtful.

"The Murong family's [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] doesn't seem to be an ordinary skill."

"In this world, there are many magical and unique skills. They are not martial arts skills in the simple sense. They seem to be the degeneration of the Taoism of the Immortal Family."

"The Buddha blocked the spiritual energy in this world and stored it in Kongxiang Temple. The spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner. It seems that this time is the last time that the eight tribes select people to enter Kongxiang Temple to practice."

Feng Ji felt that he was getting closer to the truth.