The ten realms of practice, the first three realms gather energy, condense energy, and open to seclusion, are called the realm of ordinary people. The consecration, transformation of elixir, holy fetus, and divine spirit in the middle is called the realm of extraordinary things. The final integration, passing through tribulation, ascending to heaven is called the realm of supernatural powers.

In other words, the most powerful Tongyou Warrior is at best just a mortal who has reached its peak. At most, he can "crazy" like Bing Hu, and burst out with twice the combat power.

When you reach the four middle realms, you will be free from the limitations of the human body and are called extraordinary. Its power is hard for ordinary people to see their necks and backs, like shrinking into inches of ground, and thunder in their palms...

The last great monk in the supernatural power realm can be said to be completely different from human beings. His supernatural powers are vast, similar to the legendary gods. He flies to the sky and hides from the earth, calls the wind and rain... except that he cannot live forever.

The long road of cultivation is the most difficult to break through. The two biggest gaps are to step into consecration from Tonggu Realm, and step into the integration from the Exit Realm. That means, from a mortal to a superman, from a superman to a divine person!

The true qi in the body of the Conscious Immortal Master almost liquefied into mercury, and his every move could burst out with a hundred times stronger than a mortal, which was particularly obvious in warriors.

The magic power they cultivated is not like the magicians used by monks to step on the tide, spells, talismans, etc., but they either strengthen, bless the body, or fight.

For example, in terms of body combat power, Zhou Hai is not as good as Bing Hu. But after being blessed by mana, it is far beyond that. In particular, his mana can not only penetrate and attack the opponent, but also merge with the qi to generate a protective aura on the surface of the body. It seems that he is wearing a talisman armor, not afraid of physical attacks at all.

There is no immortal master south of Baisha, and Xin Tianyou underestimated it.

Although the force he punched can reach thousands of pounds, it is like beating a drum after being dispersed by the opponent's aura, and it will not cause much damage. Unless the power is strong to a certain extent and the speed is fast to a certain extent, it will directly penetrate the drum surface.

Zhou Hai flew backwards in the air, and before he could breathe, he pounced on him again.

He knew very well that human abnormalities like the boy in black were too dangerous. If he could not take them for himself like Bing Hu, he had to kill them.

This not only includes personal hatred, but also comes from vigilance against natural enemies. If they attack sneakily, or change to an environment that imprisons magic power and lacks the vitality of heaven and earth, they can slaughter the immortal master like a chicken.

Xin Tianyou was like a compressed spring. When the external force it was subjected to loosen, he pulled out the wooden board with his feet. Unfortunately, he moved forward half a step and was hit by Zhou Hai's heavy punch. As a last resort, he still blocked his right fist with his left arm and barely defended.

This time the blow was even harder and heavier.

Click...

Xin Tianyou was beaten back as if he was knocked into the air by a hammer, and his feet were deeply trapped in half a foot of the plateau.

The other party was too fast, and within such a short distance, it was almost the same as shrinking the ground. Once he got the lead, he would not let him move and relieve his strength at all.

The oscillation generated by the huge force penetrates the physical protection field, skin, muscles, and compresses the internal organs to tighten and shatter; the blood flow is chaotic, running around everywhere...

In the lower dantian three parts below the navel, a gray "turbid air" condensed, which was a small green sword. It was a very domineering force planted by the messenger, which saved his life. When it was alarmed, it often means that the body was about to end and his life was facing a serious threat.

If you release this sword energy immediately, you will definitely kill Zhou Hai.

After that, what should I do if I encounter a elixir, a holy fetus, a trance monk...?

As soon as I went down the mountain, I just met an immortal master who was consecrated the third level and used it in a hurry. In the future, I may be laughed at by my master.

These instantaneous judgments and subtle thoughts flashed through Xin Tianyou's mind. It was too late to form a clear mind and find a tactic to get out of trouble...

Zhou Hai's lion roared and tiger roared, his magic power climbed to the peak and rushed to the air. His whole body shone with light, like a god.

The third strike!

Demon blocks kill demons, Buddha blocks kill Buddhas.

Heavy attack of Shengran Mo Yu, the huge force overwhelms the sea...

The boy's eyes turned black and he heard the giggling sound of his bones. The tendons, nerve endings, capillaries, and internal organs were all on the edge of breaking and shattering...

urgent!

urgent!

The green and faint little sword began to automatically wander into the meridians, anxious and as fast as lightning.

Xin Tianyou gritted his teeth, but still did not release it.

Under heavy pressure, explosive forces burst out from blood, skin, muscles, fat, and internal organs, starting from each nerve axon, starting from each cell, and starting from the burning protein, forming a vast army.

It was like a secluded old soldiers living in seclusion in the countryside, either with broken arms and legs, or with deaf eyes. When the rivers and mountains were broken, they silently raised rusty swords and guns, and rushed to the beacon fire with white heads.

In a daze, the passage of time was pulled for a very long time in an instant.

All the noise disappeared, and the world was silent.

Xin Tianyou saw that the birds in the air hovered, and they didn't even flap their wings, like a silhouette of a window flower. Zhou Hai's stone sculpture was right in front of him, his eyes were bulging and he stood in the air tilted. His belt was floating straight, and his right fist was hitting his right arm...

He didn't need to think too much, and his left fist blasted out like a thunderous thunder.

...

In the square, no one saw clearly the reversal of the situation in a moment, and only witnessed the incredible results.

It's like rivers flowing backwards, sunrises in the west...
Chapter completed!