From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

The collision of qi, the evolution of ideas, the more you play chess with Mr. Puppet, the more you can feel the depth of the opponent. In terms of chess skills, he is not weaker than the three, and in terms of martial arts and even the principles of nature, he is even more profound.

"Today's martial arts are all based on our understanding. If you can't transcend martial arts, you can't transcend us."

Mr. Puppet suddenly said: "Yu wants to be compatible with all kinds of exercises, not because he is greedy for more, but because he wants to be compatible with their comprehension and make martial arts his own. Now, Yu is almost successful."

The Buddha's light, Dao Qi, treacherous and changeable, all dissipated when the words fell, and the sunspots on the chessboard were criss-crossed, and the chess pieces from all sides joined together...

"Demon!" Emperor Xuan whispered.

He saw a word "magic" on the chessboard.

This is what the devil wants.

Martial Dao was founded by four people. They created various realms with their lifelong learning. If you want to understand each realm to the extreme, you have to start with what the four pioneers learned.

Simultaneous cultivation of Buddhism, Taoism, and demons is not for inclusiveness, but to replace theirs with your own, and create your own major realms.

Mr. Puppet is about to succeed now, and Shen Yi and King An are still within the framework, so they can't find Mr. Puppet's bottom line.

Although Chen Tianyuan is a Qi refiner, his realm of Qi refiner is also inferior to the other party.

This trial actually ended with the three being crushed.

'It's really amazing, but..."

Emperor Xuan made another move, and an inexplicable aura began to emerge on the chessboard.

Perhaps purely in terms of chess skills, the three are expected to win, but in terms of cultivation comprehension, none of the three can beat the other.

But the three still have a chance of winning.

In other words, Shen Yi still has a chance of winning.

This fall, the aura attached to it is mysterious and mysterious, it is extracted from the Sha of Xuanjun that Shen Yi has not fully understood until now, even he himself does not understand it.

After falling, Mr. Puppet, who had been falling non-stop, suddenly stopped, and did not respond immediately.

Sensing the energy, he seemed to hesitate, and after hesitating for a few breaths, he just landed.

A gust of qi flowed out from the chess piece, and collided with the mysterious and mysterious qi, immediately yin and yang opened up, turned into Tai Chi, and dissolved the Xuanjun Qi.

"Oh?"

Emperor Xuan's eyes lit up, as if he had realized something.

He made a move again, and a dark color appeared on the chessboard.

Mr. Puppet pointed at the Buddha's light, and responded with one son, breaking through the darkness with light.

Time passed slowly during the game between the two sides, until dusk, when the chessboard was full and there was nowhere to place a piece.

At this time, the placement of the chess pieces was completely out of order, and many of the chess pieces that could be captured were still placed on the board, but the well-arranged chess pieces seemed to prove that this chess game should be like this.

"Today, Yu opened his eyes."

Mr. Puppet stood up and said without saying much, "Farewell."

He bowed his hands in a rare polite manner, turned around and left with the ghost king.

"No delivery."

Emperor Xuan sat on the chair, motionless, but slowly spit out two words.

After Mr. Puppet and the Ghost King left, jet-black blood suddenly flowed out from Emperor Xuan's seven orifices, drawing black marks on his face.

Daxuan's Ninth Five-Year Supreme is like a fierce ghost at this moment, with an indescribably ferocious and strange appearance on his face.

But he was laughing.

Laughing silently.

"I gradually understood everything." Shen Yi said in an extremely flat tone with infinite surprise.

The game with Mr. Puppet made Shen Yi bring out the meaning of the secret scriptures that he could not understand, or could not understand with his own understanding.

Mr. Puppet's response with his own practice experience is equivalent to solving those doubts for Shen Yi, and opening the way for Shen Yi with his background as a pioneer.

A kind of great joy was brewing in his heart, and Shen Yi said slowly: "I understand."

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In the cloud crane chariot.

Mr. Puppet, who just came back, paused and slowly closed his eyes.

Two black and red bloodstains slipped out from under the eyelids, extremely stern.

"Did you know that there are three different consciousnesses in Emperor Xuan's body?" Mr. Puppet asked suddenly.

"This······"

The ghost king lowered his head and said: "I have heard that it was King An who took away Emperor Xuan."

"It's not just King An, there is another person who likes the first son Luo Tianyuan, and there is another person..."

The black and red bloodstains became wider and wider, as if those eyes were waterfalls, but Mr. Puppet said in a non-stop manner: "There is another person who stole Yu's knowledge, and Yu made him perfect."

"He... find out his identity!"

There was a hint of urgency in the flat voice, Mr. Puppet's figure swayed, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

He staggered a few steps, sat down cross-legged, and crossed his hands in front of his dantian, forming a seal like a lotus flower.

"In this world, there are exercises beyond my understanding. Even martial arts were created by us, but there are exercises that we cannot understand..."

"Interesting, really interesting, hahahaha..."

Amid the almost frenzied laughter, layers of clear qi and layers of turbid qi rose and sank behind Mr. Puppet, and extremely chaotic qi surged between clear and turbid.

'one two three four······"

Counting carefully, the ghost king counted out nine levels of clear qi and nine levels of turbid qi. "

Each person has his own way, and each person has his own dharma. If the appearance of the Dharma of Kutian Venerable is 32 signs, then the appearance of the demon king is the nine heavens and ten places.

3Chapter 17

On July [-]th, the bright moon is in the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, the Cangjiang River reflected sparkling light and shadows. Ships looked across the water and looked at the distant scene together.

The time for the decisive battle between the two great masters has come, and the originally blocked hundred miles has also been relaxed, becoming fifty miles.All spectators can watch the scenery of Tianmen Waterfall from fifty miles away.

"Damn it, what a fart it is to look at fifty miles away. Monk, no matter how good my eyesight is, I can only see two villains fifty miles away."

On the big boat closest to the front, a monk dressed in moon white and a cassock with gold patterns on a white background murmured, then looked around furtively, and was about to step out of the boat without a trace.

He wanted to leave the ship secretly.

"Master, Master has told you that you can't leave the boat."

A big head popped out suddenly, staring at a pair of tiger eyes, looking at the monk, speaking in a tiger voice.

"Shut up, you listen to him or to me."

Monk Kongkong said unhappily: "Batian, you can take care of yourself. You are now the disciple of my future successor, Linglong Tiesha. To put it bluntly, you are the emperor's grandson of my temple. Why are you talking to a wild monk? Do what you say."

"Because you can't beat Shizu, Master," Big Tiger said without hesitation, "Master, you said that big fists are the last word, and Master's principles are stronger than yours, and harder than you. And Shizu is one of the three sects. His status is also higher than yours, not a wild monk."

These words are justified and justified, and the emptiness is speechless.

"Well said."

Dressed in a black monk's robe, the solemn-looking monk came out of the cabin and said, "But Wutian, you don't need to stop your master. If he leaves the ship, your grandson may become the grandson of the emperor."

Adding a wife to the emperor's grandson means passing the prince directly and letting the grandchildren inherit, the implication is...

"Monk, am I going to die?" Monk Kong Kong stared.

"Fifty miles away, you are protected by a teacher. You are safe. Within fifty miles, you don't know whether you are alive or dead," Lu Zong sneered. The aftermath. Unless the two of them don't move at Tianmen Waterfall, within fifty miles is the most dangerous area."

No one will dislike the ability to move positions, even at the level of a grand master.If the Grand Master wanted to go, fifty miles would be there in an instant, but it would not be far away.

With the strength of Mo Wentian and Xiao Baoyue, it was intentional to limit the battle to fifty miles.

"Tsk, you are Tianyuan, you have the final say."

Kong Kong curled his lips, and suddenly looked into the distance, "However, I heard that Headmaster Xiao came here from Qingzhou and encountered no less than ten waves of ambushes. When he arrived ten days ago, he was even bloody. This battle is really serious. Is it on schedule?"

With Xiao Baoyue's realm, he has long been able to keep the cold and heat from being invaded, and the dust is not stained, and he should be able to keep his whole body clean forever.There is a bloody smell on the body, either there is no time to get rid of it, or there is an injury on the body.

Either way, it's not good.

"This battle is imperative and will not be postponed."

Lu Zong said in a firm tone, "Xiao Baoyue will never miss this battle."

As soon as the words were finished, the sky wind picked up, and the shadow of a flying bird appeared in the bright and clear full moon. A Taoist arrived on a green luan, stepped on the moon, and arrived first with a vast breath.

"Xiao Baoyue is here."

Among the surrounding ships, someone shouted.

Xiao Baoyue's appearance was like a greeting, and immediately afterward, he saw Qi being pulled, a sharp sword light cut Yin and Yang, and a light boat was as straight as a sword, cutting through the river and coming.

"Sword God" Mo Wentian arrived in a light boat, and came quickly on the choppy river. The light boat cut through the waves, leaving a long-lasting sword mark on the surface of the river that went deep into the bottom of the river.

Two silhouettes headed towards Tianmen Waterfall from both sides. Under the moonlight, Yin and Yang energy collided with the torrent of sword power in the air, and countless mottled scenes were reflected on the water of Tianmen Waterfall.

"cracking--"

Qingluan skimmed over a rock above the waterfall, leaving behind Xiao Baoyue's figure.

Afterwards, the light boat broke through the air, soared into the air like a flying sword, and fell straight up the waterfall, remaining motionless in the turbulent water.

"Tonight, I won't hold back."

Mo Wentian stood on the light boat with his hands behind his back, and said calmly.

"Pindao will not hold back either," Xiao Baoyue said with a light smile, "Although a plan has been made, it is also a fact that Pindao looks down on Your Excellency."

"I don't need anyone to look up to me." Mo Wentian said.

For him, nothing is more important than a sword, and Xiao Baoyue's plan is also less important than a fight.

If Xiao Baoyue intends to save spare energy for subsequent changes, then Mo Wentian will definitely not hesitate to kill Xiao Baoyue by force to let him know the fate of holding back.

The two clarified their own thoughts, their eyes met each other, and their eyes met in the air. The sword and spirit rose up, and the world changed instantly.

"It's changed."

Kong Kong looked at the gradually changing sky, dumbfounded, "It's dawn."

A dark red color appeared in the eastern sky, like the rising sun, the red light dyed the sky and clouds red, illuminating the night sky.

"It's blood."

Lu Zong stared at the sky, "It's Xiao Baoyue's blood. His blood is so strong that he can't even restrain his body. He rushed up to the sky and turned into a divine light, illuminating the eastern sky. Everyone underestimated him." Xiao Baoyue, I didn't expect his qi and blood to be so strong."

When it comes to body training, Buddhas and demons are undoubtedly better at it. Although there are many excellent body training martial arts in the Taoist sect, they are inferior to Qigong methods.

Xuantian Zhenwu Dao has always been famous in the world for refining qi and yin and yang, and there are very few people who are known for refining their body, such as Xiao Baoyue, whose blood qi soars into the sky and turns into a divine light. no one.

"With such strong qi and blood, Xiao Baoyue should be uninjured." Lu Zong judged.

Hearing his words, some people around who bet on Xiao Baoyue to win heaved a sigh of relief.

But immediately afterwards, the western sky also lit up with white light, and under the rustling of flying snow all over the sky, the endless chill cut off the bloody light that was about to illuminate the entire sky, which made them raise their hearts again.

The sword whirls in the sky, and countless snowfalls gather together, turning into a snow-colored sun, which slowly falls from the sky and lands on the Tianmen Waterfall. In an instant, the waterfall is frozen and covered with frost.

Sword energy, blood energy, and two air mechanisms each occupy half of the sky, and as the eyes of the two intersect, they collide fiercely.

"here we go,"

Emperor Xuan stepped out of the boat, "Then, we should also prepare."

"Prepare... to hunt down the incarnation of the Demon Lord."

"Annex the magic path."