Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

Chapter 170 Extra Story: The Devil's Story

To the south of Yinshan Mountain and to the north of Taihang, there is a city.

This city is located in an oasis, which is surrounded by a vast desert, and it is the only place where you can see a lot of vitality in a thousand miles.

For people living in cities, there is actually only one person living in their place, and the others are all lice, lice attached to that person.

In the center of this oasis, the core of the city is the palace, and the majestic buildings are connected into a forest. In the center of these buildings is the most magnificent and towering Tianmo Palace. There is a piece of sand in the middle, full of bones, if the wind is stronger, it will be very exposed.

There will always be a person standing not far away, with his hands behind his back, a tall and straight figure, and a head of white hair is extremely pure.

He silently stared ahead, looking at the end of the sky.

The weather above this city is clear and the sky is as clear as blue, but at the end of the sky, there is a gray haze, and a storm is sweeping.

He stared silently, gradually lost in thought, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, his eyes looked at a corpse swept out by the wind in the sand.

On the skeletal finger was a bright silver ring that shone in the hot sun.

...

In northern Xinjiang, where the snow is falling heavily, everything is boundless white as far as the eye can see.

The small town on the edge of northern Xinjiang is sparsely populated, fifty or sixty families, seven or eight of them are gathered in one place today, but perhaps the town’s previous life was too boring, such a small matter also aroused people’s great interest to watch .

"It's so pitiful that such a young child has no parents." A person pointed and said.

Another person interjected: "Poor? This little thing has no parents and no mother. It's just an animal in the mountains and forests, no different from those pigs and dogs."

"Look at him, he looks so dirty. Hey, look, Lao Zhang is going to beat him!" The voices of the people in the market were full of excitement.

The man whose vegetables had been stolen was wide-eyed, ignoring the fact that the orphan was so thin, he cursed and punched him, kicked him a few times, then pulled him back and beat him again. Several women covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look directly at him. The exception is more of the joy of watching a play.

The child was muddy all over, his hair was messed up in a mess, and his face was buried tightly between his legs.

He only had a thin layer of tattered clothes on his body, which barely covered his body, let alone protected him from the cold. His limbs were thin, as if they would break with a little force, but they were so tough that they endured silently when they were beaten.

The sky gradually darkened, the night was so thick that the stars and the moon could not be seen, but the snow all over the street reflected the light.

After people had had enough fun with him, they slowly dispersed. The man spat heavily on him, felt puzzled, and kicked him before angrily leaving.

It began to snow slowly in the dark night, and the unique huge snowflakes in northern Xinjiang floated down gently, and occasionally the north wind blew by.

He curled up in a corner, his trembling body gradually became silent, nestled there like a pile of dung, ruining the romance of this snowy scene.

It was getting darker and darker, and everything was still, as if everything was dead.

I don't know when, the new snow that just fell on the ground made a slight cracking sound, and someone came with an umbrella to divide the snow.

A pair of snow fox boots stepped on the fresh snow softly, and the pace was light and unhurried. The man's gaze stopped at the black place.

This man was unshaven, dressed in a black robe, with a sword behind his back, dressed in a typical Jianghu style, seeing this child who looked like a beast but not a human, he stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse.

"Alive?"

The child's body was abnormally cold, but still alive. In the vast snow, he was still alive with no clothes on. Should it be said that his life should not die, or was it because of his destiny?

When the child was touched by the man, he flinched involuntarily, but the warmth and warmth of the man's generous palm made him unable to help getting closer, making a subtle whining sound.

The man was moved with compassion, and regardless of the dirt on the child's body, he hugged him with one hand and held an umbrella for him with the other.

...

In the distant sky, a round of golden-red fireball hangs high, with brilliant power, scorching the endless desert on the land below it.

Thousands of miles of wild sand in the desert, revealing endless desolation, as far as the eye can see, yellow sand is everywhere, hot gravel, like the essence condensed by the fire, evaporates every trace of water vapor in the ground under the feet, and takes away most of the vitality here .

Wind and dust whizzed up, flew up and rolled, wrapped in countless grains of sand and gravel, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The scorching and dazzling sun is like a boulder being thrown, and it slowly draws to the horizon, from east to west, bringing out an invisible arc. It was originally full of golden red, but in the end, only red, red people's hearts are left trembling. The setting sun is like blood, as if it has exhausted the light and heat of the day, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun with a few stars.

The wind is getting stronger, the heat just goes, and the cold comes again.

The desolate desert was once again stained with mottled bright red.

"Run!"

"We are no match for him at all!"

"He is a demon!"

Everyone fled in all directions, and some tried to fight back, but the attack fell on the white-haired man, but it had no effect. Even if some attacks worked and caused him damage, they healed in an instant.

Whoosh!

The white-haired man's eyes flickered coldly, using his hands as knives, he continuously cut out substantial air blades, and one of the sharp blades hit the helmet of a fleeing man.

Snapped!

The sharp blade suddenly softened like kelp, knocking off the armor on top of his head, revealing a teary-eyed face inside.

Seeing her sad face, the white-haired man's indifferent eyes flickered slightly,

A loud bang that shook people's hearts and tightened up broke out in the air.

The frenzied air flow immediately swept in all directions like a hurricane, whistling and sweeping past.

In mid-air, the moment the jet-black thunder exploded, it looked like a fully inflated sea urchin. It stabbed outwards and extended countless dense black spikes. The spikes swung down and pierced her body violently, tearing her apart. .

"Heaven and earth cage!"

The white-haired man let out a low cry, and suddenly, the sandy ground with a radius of several miles burst, and a large amount of black and red aura shot out from it, converging into the sky, like a sea bowl turned upside down on the ground, covering the area.

Ordinary people and martial arts masters in this area were all imprisoned inside, kneeling down in horror and begging loudly.

The next moment, black snake-like spears shot out from the inner wall of the cage, stabbing down from the sky like raindrops, indiscriminately attacking, turning the entire earth into purgatory——

Countless people were shot through in an instant, and fell powerless in a pool of blood.

All the congenital masters who used their true energy to protect their bodies and fought hard to resist were all shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect that the devil's methods were crueler than they imagined. Even the innocent people involved were not spared!

Is this the devil? !

"How can there be an immortal person in the world? Huh?!"

The white-haired man's indifferent eyes scanned the martial arts masters struggling to attack the black hood, and his perception locked on their figures.

Everyone has already tried to attack the mid-air cage, but this thing is tougher than they imagined. Whether it is a sharp sword or condensed true energy, they all bounce back, even if there is a master who condenses true energy to break a hole with all his strength , but also instantly restored to its original state.

No one noticed that the corpses under their feet had become empty shells.

Some people tried to get into the ground and escape, but only to find that the depths of the ground were also covered by black air, forming a complete sphere, and there was nowhere to escape!

"My lord! Please spare me! I didn't do anything, please..."

A man with blood and tears crawled up to the white-haired man and begged for mercy. He sadly looked up at the white-haired, indifferent face without any fluctuations, his eyes filled with despair.

"Oh?" The white-haired man didn't kill him immediately, "give me a reason not to kill you."

"I, I am... ah!"

Puff!

"But I don't want to hear it."

The sound of flesh and blood being pierced was so beautiful that the white-haired man who had been expressionless couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"It doesn't matter..."

He silently recited a sentence, and his figure continued to move forward, with every step someone died.

"You are still not human!!"

"Evil ghost!"

"We fought this monster!"

Ignoring others' begging for mercy or cursing, the white-haired man continued to kill.

"people?"

"people?"

The white-haired man murmured in a low voice as if obsessed, and punched the ground, completely burying the master who had escaped into the sand, and with another blow, blasted the one who was sneaking up from behind to scum.

After killing them, the white-haired man looked up at the survivors and rushed over again.

In a quarter of an hour.

The bloody wind blew gently, lingering around the man.

In a radius of ten miles, there was no one alive, and the mutilated corpses fell on the ground in a haphazard manner, dyeing the sand red, and even the blown sand was pink.

Behind him, there are ruins and dilapidated walls, leaving him alone, standing in this purgatory sea of ​​blood.

"people?"

With a sneer, he crushed the heart of the master who condensed his true essence.

"Why don't you let the gods do it, but be a human being?"

...

What are rivers and lakes?

Different people have different answers.

But in the desert where resources are scarce and there is no grass—the rivers and lakes are all about plundering and fighting.

"Hiss hiss!"

A khaki poisonous snake stared at a big scorpion, its head twisted, constantly testing the scorpion, ready to swallow it at any time.

"hiss!"

The snake's head struck out like a sharp arrow, biting one of the scorpion's pincers, and twisted the pincers. Just as he was about to swallow it, the scorpion's poisonous tail had already injected deadly venom into the snake's body.

The poison flowed through the whole body along the blood, and the body of the yellow snake, which was still swallowing the pliers, gradually stiffened, allowing the one-armed scorpion to use the pliers to cut its own flesh and blood.

"Creak creak!"

When the scorpion was enjoying the hard-won food, a big hand pinched it, no matter whether it was poisonous or not, the white-haired man actually threw it into his mouth and started chewing.

"Ling Yunhun, what have you been doing these days?! You killed the entire city!!"

A gust of rage was blown up, and the unshaven man stood behind the young man called "Ling Yunhun".

The man is the top expert in the north, "Mobei's first knife", Ling Fang.

The white-haired young man in front of him is the orphan he adopted from a small town. He raised him, taught him martial arts, and named him.

He was originally a pity for Ling Yunhun, so he brought him to his side. After learning that Ling Yunhun was a rare "Tianwu Body" in a thousand years, Ling Fang was ecstatic, and gave Ling Yun all his life's knowledge soul.

Ling Yunhun did not disappoint Ling Fang either. He was born at the age of fifteen and condensed his true energy at the age of twenty. Ling Fang had only seen this kind of cultivation speed in ancient books.

The new wind is like a knife, and the setting sun is like blood.

The past has become the past, and it will never return. Now, Ling Yunhun standing in front of Ling Fang has become a notorious big devil. A few days ago, he even slaughtered the entire city!

Along with Ling Yunhun's rare talent, there are also twisted thoughts unimaginable by ordinary people and the killing heart released with the talent.

The child he watched growing up from a young age eventually became a demon star who slaughtered all living beings.

"Lingyun soul!!"

Ling Fang made a move, sweeping away thousands of troops with a single blow and slashing out fifteen feet of sword energy. In an instant, the ubiquitous air within a hundred meters around him exploded crazily, and the power of heaven and earth within a radius of ten feet was compressed into the sword energy.

"I can't keep you!"

In the air and on the ground, large expanses of sand seemed to have lost their weight and floated up one after another.

Ling Yunhun's body remained motionless, with his back still facing Ling Fang. When the saber air pierced his face with pain, black air surged all over the sky, and Ling Yunhun's body turned into pure gold. The saber energy of the swords wears away each other, and finally this majestic sword energy is completely dissipated!

At the moment when Ling Yunhun was running his magic power.

Gradually and powerfully, the world-destroying demon energy radiates from the pubic region to two directions like a hundred rivers from the east to the sea, rises at the Yongquan point, combines with another stream of energy flowing down from the Niwan Palace above the head, and passes through the large and small meridians , and once again converged to the sea of ​​qi in the dantian.

In this way, moving Qi forward and backward at the same time makes the two streams of air merge and rotate, and when the whirling force reaches its peak, the knife Qi also follows and finally dissipates.

This kind of strength, this kind of control over internal power, is really shocking!

"Father, you are old."

This sentence seemed to be a merciless pity for the time, and a lament for the aging of relatives, but in Ling Yunhun's mouth, it became a notice of Ling Fang's death.

Before Ling Fang's thoughts stabilized, he had already condensed his true energy and slapped the world with a shocking palm, this one must not be left behind!

boom!

Facing Ling Fang's all-out palm, Ling Yunhun only exerted force with the tip of one finger, and stopped the aggressive Ling Fang in mid-air with a distance of one foot.

tear!

The sound of ripping rags?

"Cough cough cough..."

Behind Ling Fang, the sand was punched out into a fan-shaped depression tens of feet away by the internal force penetrating through his body.

Ling Yunhun showed an obsessed look, and the warmth of his fingertips piercing through the flesh once again dispelled the extreme cold of his childhood. He couldn't refuse this feeling.

"hiss."

Ling Yunhun licked the hot blood splashed on his mouth, staring at his adoptive father who was passed through his chest with one hand.

Ling Fang looked pale, and asked weakly: "You...what do you want to do..."

Bark!

Ling Yunhun slowly withdrew his right hand, brought out several bloody arrows, and said firmly, "I just want to hold the world in my hands."

"I will kill whoever blocks my way!"

"Boy! Listen, the world is so big and boundless, and there are so many masters. You can't play with everyone in applause."

"It is impossible to step on everyone..."

When Ling Fang said this, he completely lost his vitality. There was a hollow in his chest, and he was powerless to recover.

"Hahahaha!" Ling Yunhun laughed with his back to Ling Fang who was still alive, "I know the world is big and there are countless masters, but they are all just my resources."

After killing Ling Fang, Ling Yunhun felt as if he had broken free from the cage, and felt an unprecedented joy and freedom, so he couldn't help laughing wildly.

Under the turbulent air waves, Ling Yunhun took a picture of Ling Fang's corpse, held it in his hand, and then flew across the air, disappearing into the distance.

...

This was the third year since the Heavenly Demon was defeated. The windows of the palace were open, and it was already the twelfth lunar month. Snow particles mercilessly entered with the wind. He stretched out his hand, and a trace of coolness slowly melted in the palm of his hand.

He possesses a body of natural martial arts, which is rumored to be the physique of an ancient God of War. How could he be defeated if he practiced rapidly?

Thinking of this, Ling Yunhun closed his eyes and still couldn't calm down the rage in his heart for a long time. In the past few years, this matter has become his inner demon, and he is only one step away from breaking the void.

The snow outside became heavier and heavier, Ling Yunhun tried to wipe the sword in his hand, his straight and slender figure looked abrupt in the somewhat dim room.

"God, people brought it." A person whispered outside the door.

Many masters were captured in the Heavenly Demon Palace for him to absorb power, these are the resources for his revenge.

Through the candlelight, the people in the dungeon appeared in a state of distress, and Ling Yunhun curled the corners of his lips indifferently.

"Sir, help me."

Over the years, he has intensified his efforts, and even captured a large number of white-skinned masters in the extreme north, not enough... Every night when he closes his eyes, he seems to be able to see that figure standing in front of him.

"The devil! The devil!"

The tall man who was locked up was yelling in a language that Ling Yunhun couldn't understand, but don't worry about it, it's just a mortal's distracting thoughts.

After a long time of killing and fighting, Ling Yunhun's blood became stronger and stronger. At this moment, he stared at the man who looked like a prey, and suddenly smiled.

He would not tell anyone how much he, who was tortured by nightmares every day, would want to kill those people with his own hands when he dreamed back at midnight.

"Hahaha!"

His blood became stronger in an instant, his altar gradually cleared up, and the people in the dungeon had already become mummies.

Under the lights of the dungeon, the slender shadow looked lonely, and his fingertips still had a touch of rich blood.

Snowflakes fell one by one on his hair, eyelashes, and ears, and he suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

When can I eat that person?

Ling Yunhun straightened his forehead, and a strand of hair moved in the wind.

He still has a long lifespan, and he is afraid... that he has no chance to defeat that person.

"Li Yun..."