Chapter 216: 【Dragon Elephant Prajna】
Chapter 216 [Dragon Elephant Prajna]
"Crack noise."
The soft whisper was like the cold wind swept across the extreme north, and the boy who lowered his eyes slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of ruthless horror pupils.
It seems to be connected to the unfathomable sea of the universe, the endless stream of stars flickering in the pupils, just meeting the eyes, Desong Mizhuo's soul trembled uncontrollably, faintly about to be pulled away from the body, inhaling that. In eternal darkness.
"Nanmo·Sanmandova Zheluo·Han!"
The hands are bound inside, and the two index fingers are placed vertically together. Desong Mizhuo presses the nail of the ring finger with the two thumbs, condensing the immovable root imprint—the duco imprint.
With the secret spell and the secret seal, Desson Yataku cut off the entanglement of his eyes with great will, and closed his eyes tremblingly.
Until now, he seemed to penetrate the appearance of Lord Wu An and spy on the terrifying soul under the skin.
That is an incomprehensible monster that even the gods cannot look at!
What the heck is that?
Is he really the creature that should exist in this world?
And just as his mind was shaking, the white-clothed youth in the wind in Yushu lowered his head and stared at his hands, his slender five fingers slowly clenching fists.
"So it is, so it is..."
In the faint muttering, a mysterious gilded halo bloomed from the depths of his flesh and blood, condensing into an indestructible pure gold pattern about a foot around his body, lingering and spinning like a satellite.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the Golden Throne Hall was shocked.
"He's actually using actual combat to sharpen his exercises?!"
"This is really...don't treat your opponent as a person..."
"What arrogant confidence is required to do such a thing..."
Amidst the rustling discussions, the barbarian envoys headed by Sangbo Zanqi looked dazed, faintly seeming to feel that this scene was familiar.
Immediately afterwards, everyone looked at Lu Zhuo with a distorted expression.
Last time, he seemed to use you as a whetstone to break through the bottleneck, but this time, he dared to repeat the old tricks on Desong Mizhuo?
How dare he be so contemptuous? !
That is a peerless genius whose actual combat power is firmly in the top ten of the [Conferred God List], and has entered the posture of [Tongshen]!
There are two concepts for a mid-level person like you!
In a trance, a terrified enlightenment flashed in my mind.
Could it be... he's really playing?
This decisive battle about the fate of the empire is just a game in his eyes?
On the battlefield, watching the changes on the attribute panel, Zhao Yinshun showed a satisfied smile.
【King Kong Immortal Ability】: LV.30 (Proficient) → LV.31 (Xiaocheng)
【Body】+31
【Qi】+19
【Fine】+22
【Shouyuan】+10
"The shards of King Kong's Indestructible Magical Ability [Crest of Truth] are solidified, and the Specialty [King Kong Body] is obtained."
【Body of King Kong】(Myth · S rank)
Passive:
Condensed the indestructible body of King Kong, and the acquired attribute [Physical] law efficiency increased by 10%
Permanently reduce all damage equal to the [Physical] attribute value.
initiative:
Vajra body protector, the damage received is reduced by 50%, and the damage reduction can be superimposed with its own strength to shock the enemy.
Continue to use the body to perceive the power of the enemy, [High-Dimensional Vision] analyzes and decomposes, and the mystery of [King Kong Indestructible Magical Powers] is bit by bit stripped and engraved into the depths of Zhao Yinshun's sea of consciousness.
Finally, under the constant stimulation, the Myth Mysterious Art, which had fallen into a bottleneck, completed an incomparably mysterious transformation.
"Alas...Unfortunately, I still have a practice technique that I lacked in refining, I wanted you to live a little longer..."
Gently moving his five fingers, the ferocious white tiger phantom was looming behind Zhao Yinshun, but due to the lack of some key insight, it could not be completely condensed and formed.
raised his eyes, the [multiple selves] in the sea of consciousness dissipated in an instant, the divinity converged and unified, and the dark divine light like nuclear fusion slowly bloomed in the depths of the pupils, brewing a devastating black light of tyranny.
Tokatsu Yataku, who lowered his eyes, felt the shadow of death shrouded him, and tried his best to free himself from the indescribable fear.
"Mosa binds the evil emperor Piyao... He Mo Sanmando binds Riluo..."
The chanting of , which is like a mosquito, constricts the flesh little by little, strengthens the mind, the trembling burly body slowly calms down, and finally accumulates enough courage to look directly at the enemy.
But when Dematsu Mizhuo raised his head, what he saw was a pair of pure black pupils that were alluring.
There is no trace of humanity, the vast and ruthless eyes are as deep and indifferent as the universe, looking at it is like looking directly at a hopeless future.
All things will eventually perish...
"But, since you are looking for death...then I will fulfill you."
Yuyuan's haunted babble seemed to come from the warp. Just as Dematsu Yataku, who was as majestic as a mountain, was stunned, a boy dressed in white beat the snow and grabbed the volley beside him.
"[White Emperor]."
锵
In the center of the attribute panel, the destructive power of the six-pointed star pattern, compressed to the extreme, burst into bloom!
【Innate Divine Body】Fully released!
Saint Stance: Divine Might!
Boom!
Running through cause and effect, time and space, and endless dimensions, a vast and ruthless coercion swept across the heavens and the earth, making the chests of hundreds of ministers and ministers in the Golden Palace clenched fiercely, and their faces distorted and changed dramatically.
In the next second, the divine sword was unsheathed, and the power of destroying the sky and the earth was condensed and condensed, turning into a black light as thin as a hair and flashing away.
The destructive black light runs through time and space, and everyone feels that the world has lost its light, and only the cruel and ruthless sword of destruction is deeply imprinted in their sea of consciousness.
"Do not!"
Subconsciously, he wanted to rescue him, but before Sangbozanchi raised his hand, an irresistible solemn force swept down.
In an instant, the sky and the earth froze, time and space froze, and the dignified and mythical Buddha was like a bug enclosed in amber. He couldn't even turn his eyes, he could only watch the sword of destruction pass over the neck of his disciple.
Quietly, a pure white figure appeared not far behind Dematsu Mizhuo, his toes touching the ground softly, without stirring up any dust.
Standing with their backs more than ten meters away, Zhao Yinshun lightly pulled the sword flower, put the sword back into the sheath, and slowly turned to look at the huge enemy standing still.
Endless dark golden clouds rose into the sky, obscuring every inch of sight like a tsunami.
But under the [Higher Dimensional Vision] of divine resonance, something that was invisible in the past was clearly projected in the depths of the soul.
That is a complete [Emblem of Truth]!
【Destroyed Fate】!
gave up all sporadic attributes without hesitation, and the boy in white decided to reach out and capture it at the conceptual level of mystery and mystery.
"Maharaja! (great wrath
Almost at the moment when Zhao Yinshun captured the coat of arms of truth, a violent flame that burned everything came across time and space, trying to take back the precious coat of arms.
But the authority of [Fate Deprivation] exceeded his imagination, and a part of his existence irresistibly disappeared into the unobservable darkness, completely disconnected.
"Roar!!"
Ignoring the enemy who was incompetent and furious across the river of time, Zhao Yinshun lowered his eyebrows and nodded, quietly comprehending the torrent of knowledge.
"Snatch the special existence fragment and obtain the exclusive mythological exercise."
Without writing, it can only be empowered by the master, at least [force], [body], [qi] three-dimensional tactile awakening. Temple] Inheritance Secret Method - [Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong]!
But with the cooperation of [Destroyed Destiny] and [Innate Divine Body], the powerful Seal of Truth was completely integrated into the flesh and turned into a line of text on the attribute panel.
[Dragon Elephant Prajna]: LV.1 (Beginner)
The empty pupils slowly condensed, and the warmth of humanity reappeared in the bottom of his eyes, Zhao Yinshun's mouth slightly raised a smile.
Thanks to Desong Mizhuo for the exercises!
The destructive black light adhered to Desong Mizhuo's throat and turned into a black line around his neck. The annihilating divinity and the scorching divine power continuously poured into the void collided, annihilated each other, and transpired into palpitating black particles.
After a long time, seeing the tiny black light being wiped out little by little, a gloomy old monk suddenly appeared on the battlefield, with a palm print on Desong Mizhuo's forehead.
"Nanwu·Sanmando·Xiri La·Xuan·Han!"
The divine power of the same root and the same source is poured into the body, and instantly suppresses the sword of destruction that wanders around in the meridians.
Soon, the sky was returning as if it were reversed, but the gap stripped by [Destiny Deprived] could not be filled, leaving a huge void.
When Desong Mizhuo's body was completely wiped out, the old man Hu Seng snorted coldly, grabbed him and disappeared in place.
If it wasn't for his beloved disciple who could survive this calamity on his own, he had no doubt that the [Emperor] would forcefully press his head and let him watch his disciple fall into ruin step by step!
Before leaving, Sangpo Zanqi took a deep look at the majestic palace and became more determined!
Is this the end that offends your majesty?
You can't scare me!
It is impossible for the three western states to accept your endless exploitation!
【Ganga Temple】will surely regain its power!
But when all the dust settled and the independent time and space returned to reality, Zhao Yinshun stood alone in the square, and pieces of goose feather-like snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, setting off the devastated battlefield with a kind of poignant beauty of independence. atmosphere.
"Moshang is like a jade, the son is unparalleled in the world."
"Wu'an Jun was born, it is really a great blessing for the country!"
"Cough cough, the sacrifice to the sky and the martial arts are completed, and the Ministry of Rites is also invited to read the sacrificial text."
…
Recovered from the shocking emotions, there was a lot of people in the Golden Throne Hall, but except for the courtiers of the eldest princess, the smiles of the others were extremely reluctant, and the low-hanging eyes were linked to each other, and a strange divine light was faintly communicated.
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"Have you heard? The imperial martial arts [Wu'an Jun] defeated the Fuhu Arhat, and almost stabbed everyone's head with one sword!"
"Hahaha, how dare you challenge [Mr. Wu An]? Those barbarians in the west are really over their heads!"
"Then [Fuhu Arhat] is still quite powerful. At its peak, it once rushed into the top ten of the [Tianjiao Ranking], but it was defeated by Wu Anjun, and the Taoism was damaged. Now it is almost falling out of the top twenty."
"Alas... it's a pity that they didn't fight at Fengshentai, so it's a pity that such a wonderful game didn't have the chance to watch..."
"Hehe, you said it as if you were squeezed into the Conferred God Altar, and the surrounding area has long been wrapped around!"
…
Listening to the chatter of the diners around him, a tall and burly man chewed the fat and tender beef and drank the whole pot of spirits in one gulp.
The hot wine burns the throat, like a red-hot knife inserted into the stomach, dispelling the exhaustion and cold along the way.
Full of food and drink, the strong man with his face full of vicissitudes regained his energy and walked out of the restaurant. The biting cold wind blowing on his face made him tremble slightly.
"Damn, why is the weather getting more and more abnormal!"
Looking up at the vast snow, He Yubo frowned, remembering the hot summer days when he set off from Lanzhou.
Stepping on the deep snow, He Yubo groped along the map he had inquired, and finally found a low-key mansion on the edge of the Forbidden City.
"Boy, who are you looking for?"
Under the vermilion gate, an old man of Qing Dynasty, holding a smoking gun, asked with a smile from a distance.
"Uncle, I want to ask if Zhao Yinshun lives here?"
"Master Shun?!"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he took off his bong and tapped on the sole of his shoe.
"Did you have anything to do with him?"
Seeing the old man's reaction, He Yubo knew he had found the right place.
"I'm a teacher...friend from his hometown, and I want to give him something."
"What's your name?"
"He Yubo."
"Wait a minute, please."
The old man wandered into the mansion, and a few minutes later, a familiar and unfamiliar figure slowly entered He Yubo's sight.
"Congratulations! How did you come to the imperial capital?!"
The warm embrace awakened He Yubo from his daze. Looking at the handsome young man who was only half a head shorter than himself, his eyes were complicated and relieved.
"Go! Go inside and talk about it!"
Looking at He Yubo, who was full of stubble and dusty, Zhao Yinshun took his hand and walked to the house without a word.
"No! No, I still have something to do."
's footsteps took root, He Yubo nailed to the spot and smiled slightly.
"I haven't seen you for a few years, I almost don't recognize you anymore."
"Teaching you doesn't change much."
gently pulled twice, seeing He Yubo's firm attitude, Zhao Yinshun could only stand at the door and talk to him.
"The appearance has not changed, but the mentality has aged a lot."
"What's wrong?"
"In recent years, pirates in Lanzhou have been rampant, and Hon Hai City has been breached twice. Most of the city that used to be lively is now in ruins, and there is no population left. I... failed to protect my homeland!"
Hearing this news, Zhao Yinshun was silent for a long time, patted He Yubo, who was remorseful, and comforted softly.
"Teach, it's not your fault."
In the face of an army formation, it is difficult for normal warriors to resist. Even if you are a monster like yourself, you can only ride a thousand at most. If you encounter an army of ten thousand people, you still have to walk around.
"Hey... I tried my best to kill the enemy, but I have a clear conscience, but this time I spent half a year going to Beijing, thinking about the safety of my hometown."
Speaking of this, He Yubo took out a crystal clear jade slip and solemnly handed it to Zhao Yinshun.
"Since I heard the news that you are in the imperial capital, Master ordered me to send you this exercise..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yinshun raised his brows and showed a strange expression when his divine sense penetrated into the jade slip.
"Aragami Shattering Star Power..."
"That's right, this is our sect's unique magic. Only by cultivating the [Star Picker] to a certain level..."
Speaking of the unique secret method, He Yubo's eyes lit up, but he didn't notice Zhao Yinshun's expression of crying and laughing.
"Roar!"
An illusory tiger roar exploded in his soul. Looking at the looming white tiger phantom behind Zhao Yinshun, the expression on He Yubo's face slowly solidified.
What am I doing here?
Thanks to book friends [An old dream in Nancheng? ] reward.
I worked overtime until after ten o'clock today, and everyone was numb.
The key is to continue to work overtime if there is feedback tomorrow, I really want to swear...
Everyone, don't wait at night, just watch it in the morning.
By the way, ask for the counting ticket(T▽T)
(end of this chapter)