Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

At the same time.

Throughout the entire Futu River, warriors from all places were still immersed in the shock of the previous time.

"Ling Yun's strength is so strong that even the Five Tribulations Heavenly Man of Fuyao Holy Land is not his opponent."

"It seems that the disciples of Fuyao Holy Land are not invincible. We can't defeat them, but it's just that our strength is not strong enough, but if it's Ling Yun, a monster, we can also suppress them."

The disciples of Futu Holy Land were very excited and felt proud of it.

"I suddenly remembered that when Shangguan Yi was assassinated, everyone thought that Shangguan Yi was not killed by Ling Yun, and that Ling Yun didn't have that strength. Do you think Shangguan Yi was really killed by Ling Yun?"

A disciple said.

"Shut up, this matter is already in the past, don't mention it again."

The other disciples immediately glared at him.

In today's Futu Holy Land, Ling Yun is equivalent to a hero, admired by countless disciples of Futu Holy Land, and most disciples can't bear to hear Ling Yun being offended.

The disciples of the Buddha Holy Land were excited, while the disciples of the Fuyao Holy Land were awed.

There was such a demon in the Buddha Holy Land. It seemed that they should not be too reckless in the future.

Just as everyone was discussing, the crowd at the bottom of the Buddha River stopped discussing without warning.

"What's going on?"

The people who were riding the flying boat and staying on it were surprised to see this.

When they looked down, they saw that Yuan Lang and Yuan Zhuer, who had left before, had returned.

But this time, behind Yuan Lang and others, there was a black-haired young man.

"Who is that person?"

"It's so scary. I just looked at this person from a distance and felt a sense of breath suppression."

The disciples of the Buddha Holy Land were terrified.

The disciples of the Fuyao Holy Land were surprised.

"Brother Yu is here."

"The real master of the true teachings of my Fuyao Holy Land has arrived."

Immediately, the disciples of the Fuyao Holy Land bowed and saluted: "Greetings to Brother Yu."

Yu Wenbin, this is a six-tribulation celestial being.

Not only that, as a true disciple, his combat power is far superior to Yuan Lang even at the same level.

Just like Liu Zixi, who has the same cultivation as Yuan Lang, but is a true disciple.

It can be seen that in Fuyao Holy Land, there is a huge gap between true disciples and non-true disciples.

"Where is Ling Yun?"

Yu Wenbin took the flying boat to the fourth bend and said coldly.

"Senior Brother Yu, this person has gone to the seventh bend."

A disciple of Fuyao Holy Land reported.

Yu Wenbin smiled: "He hurt my disciples of Fuyao Holy Land, how can he practice so peacefully?"

It seems that Yuan Zhuer's words are exaggerated.

But this Ling Yun is really not ordinary.

The other party's action clearly ignores them, the true disciples of Fuyao Holy Land.

"Go to the seventh bend."

Immediately, Yu Wenbin drove the flying boat and flew to the sixth bend.

At this sixth bend, only the door of a training room is closed at this moment.

So Yu Wenbin knew where Ling Yun was without even looking for him.

With Yu Wenbin's status, he naturally wouldn't bang on the door like Yuan Zhuer did.

For him, it was easy to force Ling Yun out, and there was no need to be so rough.

The door of this training room was indeed very defensive.

Even if he tried, he couldn't break it.

However, being unable to break it didn't mean that it couldn't affect Ling Yun.

Since sound fluctuations could be transmitted to the training room, then spiritual fluctuations could probably be transmitted as well.

He stood there, with cold light flashing between his eyes.

In an instant, Yu Wenbin's spiritual consciousness surged towards the training room where Ling Yun was like a tide.

Other people around him were all awed.

They could all sense Yu Wenbin's terrifying spiritual fluctuations.

The true disciple of the Fuyao Holy Land, his spiritual consciousness was probably no less powerful than that of the great elder of the Fuyao Holy Land.

The people around them were all under such great oppression. It is conceivable that Ling Yun, who was mainly targeted by Yu Wenbin, would be hit hard.

In the training room, Ling Yun was practicing.

The energy of the Futu River in the seventh bend was even more powerful.

In less than half an hour, his spiritual power had increased by 15 million Dao, and the total amount reached 600 million Dao.

But after the spiritual power reached 600 million Dao, his spiritual power could no longer be improved and was stuck at a bottleneck.

Once this bottleneck was broken, Ling Yun could be promoted to Martial Emperor.

Ling Yun knew that if he wanted to break through this bottleneck, he would probably need a huge opportunity.

Futu River was undoubtedly this opportunity for him.

As long as he could subdue Futu Blood, it would be easy to break through Martial Emperor.

Of course, the temporary inability to improve spiritual power did not mean that Ling Yun could no longer improve his strength.

He could use this energy to temper his body and improve his spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, a powerful spiritual consciousness fluctuation suddenly swept in from outside the training room.

This spiritual fluctuation, weakened by the door of the training room, no longer had the ability to hurt him, but it undoubtedly caused him interference.

Ling Yun opened his eyes.

The deepest part of his pupils revealed an extreme chill.

The most taboo thing for a cultivator is to be disturbed during cultivation.

Fortunately, he has a strong mind and is not afraid of such interference.

If it were another person with a weak will, he would probably go crazy on the spot.

Even if Ling Yun was not disturbed, it does not mean that he can forgive the person who released the spiritual consciousness.

Obviously, the person who released the spiritual consciousness outside could not be unaware of how bad this act was, and the other party came with malicious intent.

The other party clearly wanted to make him lose his mind and interfere with his martial arts practice.

For Ling Yun, those who hinder his martial arts are his mortal enemies.

Squeak!

Ling Yun stood up and pushed the door open.

As soon as he went out, Ling Yun's eyes fell on Yu Wenbin.

He didn't know who Yu Wenbin was.

But among the warriors outside, only Yu Wenbin's strength could release such a powerful spiritual consciousness.

"Ling Yun."

Yu Wenbin also looked at Ling Yun, "I don't want to waste time. You hurt my people from Fuyao Holy Land, just cut off one of your arms first, and then we can discuss other things."

Ling Yun didn't plan to waste time with Yu Wenbin.

A cold light burst out from his pupils.

He decided to attack Yu Wenbin directly.

Boom!

The air exploded.

Ling Yun said he would attack, and he really did it directly.

He stomped his feet on the ground, and then he rushed towards Yu Wenbin like a meteorite, with the momentum of a landslide.

"Looking for death."

Yu Wenbin was furious.

This Ling Yun, after seeing him, not only did not plead guilty and beg for mercy, but also dared to take the initiative to attack him. He deserved death.

An extremely strong killing intent also emerged from his heart.

He decided that today, no matter what, he must kill this Ling Yun.

Although doing so would lead to a series of consequences, at least the Holy Lord Mu Jiuchen of the Futu Holy Land would not let it go, but he did not believe that Mu Jiuchen would really offend the Fuyao Holy Land for a dead person.

Immediately, Yu Wenbin did not dodge and punched out.