long night walk

Chapter 617 The rule of immortality

"Master Haonong, it is a capital crime for these two people to trespass on Baiqiu Mountain, especially that woman in red, she is a disciple of Cangwu Palace, I implore you to kill these two people!" The stone demon kneeling on the ground suddenly Remonstrance Road.

However, Haonong is a smart man. Although he is not clear about Bai Lian and others, he seems to know that they can enter Baiqiu Mountain without touching the awakening of the demon general. The identities of these two people are naturally extremely extraordinary.

Although the two small Chengling Realm were easy to kill, he obviously didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Tonight, I won't care about the crime of trespassing on Baiqiu Mountain with the two of you, but these two are my slaves in battle. If the two of you intervene and insist on protecting them, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to Young Master Milu. .”

Hao Nong said very bluntly, but he was secretly trying to test the attitude of these two people.

Milu, the young master of the demon clan, has an extremely lofty status in the demon world.

Even if it is a magic general of prison law, the subordinate Mo He has to respect this name three points.

But when he observed the expression on Baili'an's face, he didn't seem to take Mi Lu too seriously.

Bai Li'an looked at Hao Nong intently, and said: "The curse of the seal curse is secreted by Yixuan, and it is enshrined by the emperor. It is dedicated to the true son, and it is carefully maintained."

While speaking, he slowly raised one hand, squeezed a mysterious fate formula, and said, "Haonong, I'm here for you."

Mencius Fei and Jiang Shaoyu frowned one after another, their expressions faintly uneasy.

Yin Baishuang glanced at him, but did not speak.

On the other hand, Hao Nong's gloomy eyes instantly calmed down.

He threw the hoe in his hand casually, his eyes were deep and indifferent, he looked at Bai Lian seriously for a long time, and then slowly said: "Are you the master of ancient secrets?"

"Yes."

Hao Nong glanced at the people behind him lightly, and said, "Take a step to talk."

Soon, Bai Lian followed Hao Nong to a mountain peak, but Yin Baishuang did not follow.

Taking advantage of the accumulated water between the bluestones of the mountain peak, Hao Nong took a handful of clear water and washed the sand between his palms, as if he was earnestly completing some kind of ritual.

He squatted on the ground, turned his back to Bai Lian and said, "I don't know what method you used to defeat Master Shu Ci, but what I can be sure of is that Lord Shu Ci in Qingye World doesn't want to kill you. Otherwise, you would not be able to stand in front of me now."

What he wanted to express was very simple, that is, at the King's Return Banquet and the Magic River Challenge, Shu Ci secretly released water.

Bai Li'an has also investigated this point, although he doesn't know what the intention of Shuci is.

But indeed, in the battle against Shu Ci that day, even though the vine demon from the Green Leaf World assisted him, this was not the only reason for him to defeat Shu Ci.

"But that doesn't change. I replaced Shu Ci as the new master of Yihe Ancient Secrets."

Hao Nong said: "I don't care how you became Yihe, but if you want me to be used by you, there is only one rule."

"what?"

Hao Nong got up slowly, his eyes were as bright as lightning: "Dissipate the spiritual power to protect the body, resist my punch with your body and survive, then I will become a member of your Anbu, and I will be at your disposal during your time as Yihe."

A martial artist in the Yuan Mansion Realm can sink the sea and shatter mountains with one punch. With one punch, hundreds of hills and thousands of demons will worship. It is a force that even the body of a demon can hardly bear, let alone dissipate the spiritual power of protecting the body.

His simple words are no different from killing people.

Bai Lian didn't think for too long: "Okay, you punch."

Hao Nong narrowed his eyes: "You know, looking at the entire demon world, the only one who dares to lose all his spiritual power and take a punch from me is Master Shuci."

Bai Lian said: "Now, there is a second person."

Hao Nong seemed to have heard some joke, and burst out laughing, but his eyes seemed to be looking at another clown who didn't want to die.

"Young and vigorous is not a bad thing, but whether you are a man or a devil, you should have self-knowledge, and don't waste your life for something you shouldn't ask for."

Bai Lian smiled and said, "I'll try."

"I don't know what it means!" Hao Nong laughed wildly on his face, but his eyes were full of coldness, and no smile reached his eyes.

In the strong wind, the cardigan and short jacket on his body made the sound of tearing and tearing, and the pieces were mottled and broken, and were blown up by the wind.

As he took a step forward, the entire mountain peak collapsed several feet towards the ground, and the pressure from all directions condensed on his fist.

Hao Nong clenched his fist with his left hand, and the whole fist turned into a cold color like green iron, and punched Bai Lian in front of him.

The moment the fist moved, it was like a torrential rain pouring down, and thunder cracked the air.

The punch that brought out such a world-changing momentum looks like everyone else, ordinary, without mysterious aura, and without exquisite secret techniques.

With just one punch, the entire space was shaken and broken.

That fist was as fast as electricity, and the strong wind it set off was comparable to the sharpest and most domineering magic weapon in the world, but the invisible wind of the fist carried extremely terrifying cutting power.

Some monsters in the mountains who were hiding in the darkness and watching the battle were swept away by the wind of the fist. Whether it was the scales on their bodies that were comparable to steel or the demon feathers that protected the body from wind and rain, they were all easily passed by the wind of the fist.

In the darkness, countless bursts of blood red testified to the domineering and arrogant nature of this person.

He killed the demons that Milu kept in captivity, so it's no wonder that the evil stone demons are afraid of him in every possible way.

Hao Nong's fist was extremely slow, and it came to Bai Li'an in an instant, hitting his chest.

The fist style that has not yet been received head-on can easily kill these monsters. How can Bai Lian, who has lost his spiritual power, resist this terrifying martial arts punch.

The sneer in Haonong's eyes dissipated until the moment his fist landed heavily on Bai Li'an's chest.

Regardless of whether the young man will die today, but at least he felt that Bai Lian was following the rules seriously, with no spiritual power left in his body, so he took his punch hard.

Not to mention whether this behavior is reckless, he, Hao Nong, likes people who keep promises.

The white air waves raised by the terrifying punch fanned around, covering most of the space.

Hao Nong had never practiced supernatural powers of vision. He couldn't observe the situation behind the air wave, but he could clearly hear the heavy explosions behind the boy, and the whole mountain collapsed.

Then there was the sound of sand and stones rolling down.

After a long time, the wind gradually calmed down.

Within the area bounded by his fists, monsters lay horizontally, and the bright red blood of the monsters flowed red on the entire mountain road.

And at the crimson top, there was a person standing still.

Hao Nong's pupils shrank suddenly, unbelievable.

The wild wind had stopped, only Bai Lian's long robe kept beating, as if being filled with a long wind, making a sound of hunting.

The light emitted by the clear and cold moon in the sky covered his body dismally, making his skin extremely pale.

In the moonlight, Hao Nong saw a pair of blood-red eyes, and a death flower blooming coquettishly from his fist.

For a moment, Hao Nong seemed to be captured by those bloody and unreasonably beautiful pupils, and after a long stalemate, he realized what happened just now.

The fist that landed on Bai Lian's chest trembled slightly, and Hao Nong withdrew his hand in shock and unwillingness.

The undulating clouds flicked heavily, and the wind filled the sleeves.

Bai Lian still stood upright in place, and the blood-red Bianhua flower slowly blooming on his chest slowly withered as Hao Nong retracted his fist.

When his body moved slightly, the coat on his body suddenly fell apart like burning white ashes, and countless fine bloody openings could be seen on the skin on his chest.

Seeing this scene, Hao Nong let out a long breath of foul air, feeling slightly relieved.

Although I don't know what kind of means this young man used to still stand in front of him, but without any spiritual power to protect his body, how could he be able to withstand a punch from Yuanfu Realm.

Hao Nong carefully inspected Bai Lian from head to toe for a long time, and said with solemn eyebrows: "My punch is enough to shatter your internal organs. If you spare your life, return to the demon city immediately and summon the demon master Yun Zhongji's diagnosis and treatment for you can still save your life."

Although he didn't recognize Bai Li'an's strength, Hao Nong didn't dislike him being able to have the courage to take a punch from him.

Bai Lian laughed and shook his head.

Although this punch is strong, in terms of body and soul, the corpse demon can be said to be the most powerful race among the six realms.

Although his viscera were all damaged, it was far from the point where his mouth was completely broken.

Hao Nong's complexion darkened, and he said coldly: "You don't know what's good!"

Bai Lian said surprisingly: "I'll take another punch from you."

Hao Nong took his attitude as a defiant provocation, his voice burst into thunder, and he shouted sharply: "You think I'm just playing tricks..."

Before he finished speaking, the pupils of his angry eyes shrank rapidly, and he watched in disbelief that the blood beads deep in the shattered wound on Bai Lian's chest seemed to be absorbed by the rice paper and returned to his body.

Then no more bleeding.

The bright red bloody mouth gradually faded away during the conversation between the two.

Bai Lian repeated again: "I'll take another punch from you."

Hao Nong finally became dignified. He confirmed that he had underestimated the young man in front of him, looked at him very seriously and said, "I only used [-]% of my strength just now."

Bai Lian secretly admired him.

Only [-]% of the strength can damage his internal organs. If the [-]% of the strength is dropped, it may be too much for people.

Before Bailian opened his mouth to speak, the sound of wind and thunder resounded between the broken fronts of the remnant mountain, and Hao Nong punched straight out.

This time, he used [-]% of his strength without hesitation, and easily forced the invisible spiritual power between heaven and earth into a real state, tearing it into countless turbulent catkins in an instant.

The mortal body of the body is married to the Yuan Mansion, and the mansion hides the whole world.

Although it is difficult to store spiritual power in Wu Fu's body, the energy of heaven and earth hidden in the Yuan Mansion is, in a sense, essentially the same root as the aura between heaven and earth.

It is difficult for a martial artist to advance an inch, but once he crosses the threshold of heaven and man, this body is no longer an ordinary mortal body.

At the pinnacle of martial arts, you can also glimpse the sky.

Here, the fist that looked like a slash of gray iron collided with Bai Lian's chest, but the imagined picture of the boy's upper body being smashed into mud never appeared.

Bai Lian's body shook, and the mountain under his feet cracked suddenly, and the crack stretched all the way for hundreds of miles without stopping.

The familiar bright red dark flower blooms in twins.

Bai Lian still did not fall.

Hao Nong's expression became more and more dignified, he stared fixedly at the two underworld flowers, his brows were frowned, as if he couldn't understand what kind of existence they were.

Ming Hua did not contain any spiritual power, which meant that Bai Lian did not break the rules.

And Hao Nong also knows that even if they cultivate their bodies to a certain extent, while resisting damage, their bodies will undergo some extraordinary changes.

His fighting spirit gradually grew in his eyes, and he looked at Bai Lian with great interest and said, "I'm very curious now, after receiving three punches from me, can you still stand as steadily as you are now."

Bai Lian's pale skin exposed to the mountain wind has slowly revealed a strange blush at this moment, as if his body is silently bearing the terrible weight and injury.

But he smiled and said, "You can throw another punch, but after three punches, it's my turn to punch you."

Hao Nong was stunned, he looked into Bai Lian's eyes, and seemed to understand what his real intention was tonight.

In Wufu's practice world, there is a rule of iron and blood.

Formal duels between warriors are not like qi refining monks, where they compete in cultivation, spiritual power, Taoism, supernatural powers, and magical weapons.

Their way of fighting is very simple, but also very solemn.

That is, between two dueling warriors, each punches three times successively. After the three punches, whoever falls down will be defeated.

Martial arts fighters should avoid using martial arts to violate discipline, and never initiate a duel unless it is not necessary for a special moment.

They regard the duel as a very solemn and sacred thing. Once the winner is determined, the loser will offer his life's loyalty and life to the winner, and will never betray.

Such a duel is not something Gu Mi can bear.

Shuci used to hold the ancient secrets, and when he came to Baiqiu Mountain, he would receive a punch without death or injury. He swore to promise that he would be one of the dark departments of Yihe Shuci.

But this oath is time-limited. One day Shu Ci is the leader of the Demon Realm, and one day he is an Anbu under her command.

To this day, Shu Ci is no longer the leader of the Demon Realm, and he no longer needs to be bound by the oath.

However, Bai Lian was not discussing the ancient secret rules with him, but the rules set among warriors.

"On this continent, there are many people who remember the rules among warriors, but you are the first one who is willing to abide by the rules in the past thousand years." Hao Nong retracted his fist, and his vicissitudes of eyes stared at the name in front of him. The young man, inexplicably, felt a little unbearably moved in his heart.

People in the world are divided into three, six, or nine ranks. Among the schools of practice, Qi refiners have always looked down on martial arts, let alone abandoning their own strengths to meet the enemy's strength.

"So this challenge, will you accept it or not?" Bai Li'an said something simple and straightforward, and the few words hit Hao Nong's heart.

He laughed out loud, the indescribable joy and frivolity in the laughter, as if the gloom and coldness accumulated in the depths of his eyes for many years were swept away: "Yes, why not, if you really have the strength to surrender me, my body My heart is on your hands.”

Without saying any more nonsense, Hao Nong couldn't wait to punch again.

And this punch, he was extremely serious, so serious that people could clearly feel the deep respect in his fist.

When the punch was released, the martial artist's back-to-basics punch was no longer seen. Hao Nong's fist was filled with an aura of gold and stone. The moment the fist was lifted, the slightly damp night fog seemed to be ignited. There were countless fine and fragmented rays of light, like light shards of fallen stars swaying down from the sky.

The steep rocks were illuminated clearly, and the vision between the two became transparent.

Haonong's punching speed was extremely fast, and the Bana flower blooming on Bailian's chest obviously froze for a moment, before the fist landed, but his chest collapsed and sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been buckled upside down on the surface of the water a round bowl.

The sound of the sternum cracking and cracking sounded, and at the same time, Hao Nong punched him in the chest.

Several Bianhua flowers bloomed together, and the stamens were like tongues of flames from hell, wrapping Haonong's fist completely, and then withered in an instant.

Hao Nong opened his eyes wide in surprise.

(End of this chapter)