It was only now that Yang Yu understood why Zhang Xuanba said that being able to follow the path is the greatest luck of warriors.

You don’t have to plant trees, you can also enjoy the cool air. This is the fundamental reason why later generations of warriors surpass their predecessors.

But he has been through the past twenty years, and has been involved in both Buddhist and Taoist schools, and has many famous magical skills in ancient and modern times. He has enough foundation. Even if he has no way out, he will not have much trouble in his heart.

"call!"

A breath of turbid air was exhaled and was blown away by the strong wind in the sky. Yang Yu's eyes were closed and he felt his own changes.

From the deeper membrane, the blood, meridians, organs, bone marrow, and even more subtle parts, the shadow of the stone monkey looms.

The Martial Saint's last kick is actually divided into different parts, namely burning his life, visiting the door, and dissolving his body.

However, unlike the four steps of the Martial Saint, this three-step subdivision is inevitable in one step. Without the fire of life, there is no way to visit, let alone melt the body.

All the great masters who want to be promoted to the Martial Saint must have various preparations in front of this gate.

The most important thing is to "transform the body and reflect the object".

Transformation is the fundamental step of the Martial Saint's transformation, and even touching the spiritual qi later.

The importance of this step is self-evident. No matter how conceited the warrior is, he will make preparations from multiple parties, weigh himself and make choices.

Naturally, Yu Yang is no exception.

However, he was very lucky. Before he broke through, he had met the martial saint-level strong men such as Bodhidharma, the sloppy Taoist, the Zhenyan Taoist, Zhang Xuanba, Lin Taoist, Wang Muzhi and other martial saint-level strong men.

His merits have long been sufficient.

Based on the gains from several major martial saints, he finally decided on the "Seven-Organ Stone Monkey" as the "reflector" of the body. It is actually that this stone monkey born in heaven is too perfect.

If we say that Zhang Xuanba, who has exhausted all the knowledge of ancient and modern times, and has successfully transformed himself into a strong and powerful way of shook the world, has reached the limit of human power.

Then this stone monkey will obtain the creation of heaven and earth, and will be extremely harmonious and perfect. If it is not missing two orifices, it will be completely unchanged.

Yang Yu speculated that what Jiang Wuyang said about "innate and feet" must be related to the Martial Saint's "transformation".

"Innate and foot..."

Sensing himself and the seven-orbital stone monkey, Yang Yu said to himself.

"But I don't know how far I can reach with my body that is so strong that I can hold the sky and the earth with the seven-orches stone man..."

"It's a pity that the 'cultivation power' obtained from the Wanzai Qingstone is too weak, far from enough to allow the stone monkey to give birth to the other two orifices..."

"It's the hundred poisonous golden silkworm Gu..."

Huh ~

The eagle flapped its wings and flew. With the blessing of the Martial Saint-level True Aggression, it was extremely fast and fast. It was hundreds of feet away from the sky. People on the earth could hear the buzzing sound of the exploding air.

Someone looked far away and saw a ray of golden light breaking through the sea of ​​clouds and roaring away, leaving only deep marks in the sky.

...

...

Dayan Mountain is quite famous, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a mountain at the junction of the three paths, but there are few minerals and herbs, and there are very few villages that make a living by it.

However, many forces including Hanging Mountain, Lanke Temple, and the imperial court all have many eyes and ears lying outside the mountain all year round.

I am sorry for my mother who is born and reborn in the world!

This news was like a shocking moment, instantly overcame major events such as "Yunzhou Victory", "Silang Civil strife", "Fan Ruyi's Death", and ignited the entire world in one fell swoop.

And the big red invitations were also sent to sects, whether large or small, through the hands of the merciful scholars all over the world.

when!

when!

when!

On the top of the mountain, the bells were ringing rapidly, and many Taoist people in seclusion had to temporarily leave the seclusion and gather towards the hall.

"Master!"

Seeing all the disciples arrive, a black-faced Taoist beat Daoji and took the lead in asking:

"Young brother still has a furnace of great elixirs not yet completed. If you have nothing to do, you will retreat first..."

The black-faced Taoist, named "Xuandong", is quite experienced. He is the seven sons of the superior generation who are as famous as the Xuanwei Taoist, and is recognized as the world's great master of alchemy.

According to legend, he also used the furnace to open the Diyuan elixir of the imperial court in recent years.

"Junior brother, don't be impatient..."

Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly, and waved his hand, and the Taoist boy from outside the door came in anxiously and exposed the red invitation to everyone's eyes.

"Yu Baimei, please open it with your own eyes?"

When they glanced at the invitation, all the Taoists in the hall were upset. Of course, they were not unfamiliar with this name.

Yu Baimei is the second master to be promoted to the Martial Saint after the sloppy ancestor of the Hanging Mountain, but he has been dead for a hundred years.

"Who can't wait for me to come and have fun? The uncle of the fish master has already..."

Taoist Xuandong cursed, but after cursing for a while, he came to his senses because the Taoist gazes all over the hall looked at the side hall.

An old man with a pair of white eyebrows and a rotten smell appeared at the gate of the side palace at some point.

"Uncle Master?!"

Dao Ren Xuan was stunned and lost his voice.

"A person over a hundred years old is still so frizzy."

The old Taoist Baimei shook his head slightly, and waved his hand to spare before everyone could see him, and then picked up the invitation:

"Old Taoist, I have been practicing for all my life, but I will only live to three hundred. Why is this old witch still not dead?!"

In one sentence, his emotions changed a lot. At the end, Xuanwei Taoist's eyelids shook wildly, and he saw the "crack" sound of his master's uncle biting his only two left front teeth.

"Uncle Master, you are not dead?!"

At this time, the Master Xuan Dong exclaimed, and he wanted to pounce on him, but was slapped by the old Taoist.

"A group of unworthy descendants!"

He glanced at the incompetent descendants, and the old Taoist took a sword and left with his sleeves.

More than just a hanging mountain?

Xuanyimen, Dachan Temple, Lanke Temple, Wuliang Sect, Fulong Temple, Canghai City, Zhujian Villa...

There are several sects and forces in the world, and even some sects that have been closed for many years or have been declining for a long time, all have received invitations from Liansheng Sect.

For a moment, the wind and clouds were surging.

...

...

Huh ~

The setting sun is like blood, and wisps of smoke from cooking are rising in the wild.

Outside Anyang City at dusk, there were crowds of people, and thousands of refugees gathered here.

However, unexpectedly, so many people gathered, but there was almost no sound.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Under excessive hunger, people are very frivolous about everything except food..."

"Benevolence, righteousness, morality, emotion, self-esteem, shame, good, evil, likes and dislikes? That will not exist..."

"Even, they don't even say anything more."

What is needed to attract tens of thousands of refugees?

Only eighteen mouthfuls of rice with clear soup and poor water were needed.

Under the old tree next to the road, there was a recliner and a kind-hearted old lady holding a bowl of porridge, feeding the chubby porcelain doll in her arms with a smile, while talking.

“Come on, eat.”

It was a very flattering doll. It looked less than one year old, but it was pink and tender and round.

But at this moment, the little guy was struggling violently, resisting, and even trying to knock over the bowl of porridge and rice again and again:

"No, don't eat!"

"Naughty."

The white-haired old woman was not angry, and she smiled and persuaded her:

"Good kid, eat more, how can you grow up if you don't eat? If you don't grow up...How can grandma eat you in one bite?"

"ah!"

The little guy's face turned red and peed all over her in anger. While she was relaxing, he broke free and jumped down, and staggered to Qin Si's arms that were standing still not far away.

Her old hand held the yellowed bubble and swallowed it in one mouthful. She looked intoxicated and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be stretched out:

"It's really sweet..."
To be continued...