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In the dilapidated temple, the remaining candles flickered, and the dim flame became increasingly weak under the attack of wind and rain. It could be extinguished at any time, adding a bit of desolation and silence to this space that had just experienced a bloody battle.

The disciples of the three sects looked panicked and staggered, supporting each other's injured companions and hurriedly retreating from the mountain gate. They looked disheveled in the dim light, and their figures gradually blended into the night.

The sound of horse hooves rang out on the bluestone road, crisp and rapid.

Yi Huawei stood at the temple gate, his eyes closely following the long line of torches that was moving further and further away.

The firelight flickered, illuminating his stern face. When the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away until it disappeared at the end of the rainy night, he suddenly raised his hand, pressed his lower abdomen, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I want to relieve myself."

As he spoke, he slightly turned his body, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun's gaze slowly moved down from Yi Huawei's face to the blue fingertips. He paused for a moment, a hint of barely perceptible worry flashed across his eyes, and then he sighed softly:
"Don't go far."

"Second Brother, I'm going too."

Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi wanted to follow without thinking. But just as he took a step, Ning Zhongze stopped him.

Ning Zhongze shook his head slightly and said softly, "Let your second senior brother be quiet for a while."

He looked at Yue Buqun, as if he knew what Yi Huawei wanted to do.

...The Songshan Sect is so aggressive, it’s time to teach them a lesson!

Senior Brother is kindhearted, but he is also too pedantic, which makes those people think that Huashan Sect is easy to bully, and they come to find trouble again and again. Fortunately, Wei'er is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. Although he has a heart of a bodhisattva, he is also not lacking in thunderbolt methods. In the future, the glory of Huashan... will fall on Wei'er.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhongze couldn't help but look at Linghu Chong who was packing his bag. Chong'er was very intelligent, but unfortunately he had a fractious personality. He still needed to be trained so that he could stand on his own in the future.

After all, there are too few disciples in Huashan Sect, and Wei'er is the only one who can support the sect.

But this was obviously not the time to educate Linghu Chong. Ning Zhongze sighed and helped the disciples to clean up.

………………

In Luoyan Gorge, the night is as dark as ink. Only the cold moon hanging high in the sky sheds its clear light, adding a bit of eeriness to this steep valley.

Tang Ying was lying on the horse's back, his body swaying and blood gushing out of his mouth, which looked shocking in the moonlight. The seven sword wounds on his right arm were hideous and horrible, and purple-black pus and blood were oozing out continuously.

"That kid must have learned some magic from the devil!"

Tang Ying'e gritted his teeth, his voice full of reluctance and anger.

"Yue Buqun..."

Lu Bai had just opened his mouth when he suddenly pulled the reins, causing the horse's hooves to dig two deep marks on the ground.

At the corner of the mountain path, there stood a masked man. The moonlight poured down, casting a layer of cold light on the man's green shirt, making him look like a ghost.

Lu Bai's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stared at the masked man, his hands unconsciously tightened the reins, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart: "Who is this? Why are you playing tricks here?!"

"I am Lu Lianrong from Hengshan. These people are masters from the Songshan and Taishan sects... Please don't make the mistake!"

All of his group was seriously injured, and the masked man dared to stop so many of them alone, so he was obviously not a good person. Lu Lianrong stepped forward and cupped his hands, half warning and half threatening, trying to scare the masked man away.

"Jiejiejie~~"

A sound like a night owl sounded, causing goosebumps in everyone's skin. Then the hoarse voice of the masked man came out:
"I'm looking for you!"

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Ding Mian shouted angrily and shook his wrist. Three death nails shot towards the masked man like three black lightning bolts.

However, something strange happened. The hidden weapon was hovering in the air three feet in front of the masked man, as if it was restrained by an invisible force.

"Leave your lives behind! No one can escape!"

Yi Huawei's eyes suddenly glowed purple, and the Qi in his body exploded. With him as the center, a powerful airflow raged. Yi Huawei rushed into the crowd, his palms flying. In just a short time, more than 30 people were seriously injured and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Because they deliberately avoided Feng Buping and his men, only the leaders were still standing in the field.

What frightened them was that they could not even touch the corner of the masked man's clothes even with all their strength, and all those who were knocked to the ground by the masked man did not make a sound, but squirmed on the ground, their faces were pale, their eyes were dull, and they seemed unable to speak. Their limbs drooped limply, and it looked like all the bones in their bodies were broken, leaving only a skin bag.

"This is... the Star Absorbing Technique???! You are the leader of the Demon Cult, can I do this?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and Lu Lianrong cried out in fear. At this moment, the masked man raised his hand and the rapier in his hand flew out of his hand uncontrollably, and the whole person was pulled over by the powerful cyclone.

"Let me go, save me!!!"

Lu Lianrong struggled desperately, his hands waving in the air, trying to grab something to steady himself, but his body still moved uncontrollably towards the masked man.

"Let's start with you!"

Yi Huawei held Lu Lianrong's forehead with his left hand, and a soft inner force flowed into his body through the Shaoshang acupoint. Lu Lianrong felt his strength rapidly draining away, his cheeks visibly shrank, and his originally black hair fell out in clumps. He made a "ho ho" sound from his throat, his eyes widened, filled with fear of death and resentment towards Yi Huawei.

"Let go!!"

Seeing this, Feng Buping thrust his sword forward without hesitation, his sword was as fast as lightning, with an unstoppable momentum. However, when the sword tip touched Yi Huawei's blue shirt, it broke into pieces.

"This...?? How is it possible??"

Feng Buping looked at the sword in disbelief, with only the hilt left in his hand. His face was full of astonishment, his hands were trembling slightly, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Yi Huawei pressed his right palm lightly, and Zixia's true energy mixed with Beiming's operation method formed an invisible suction force like a whirlpool, covering Feng Buping.

"Everyone, come together!" Taishan Sect's Chi Baicheng shouted and slashed with his sword. He used up all his strength and the sword was fierce. However, when the blade approached the barrier, it suddenly cut into his shoulder blade in the opposite direction. Chi Baicheng screamed and fell backwards. His face was full of pain and shock. He didn't understand why his attack would backfire on him.

"Devil!"

Ding Mian was furious, his palms were red like branding irons, and the Great Songyang Hand was pushed to the extreme. With rolling heat waves, his palms slapped towards Yi Huawei. The air seemed to be ignited by the hot palm power, making a "sizzling" sound.

Yi Huawei did not dodge or give way, his Tanzhong acupoint sunken like an abyss. Ding Mian's powerful palm force hit him, but it disappeared without a trace like a drop in the ocean.

"Star Absorbing Technique..."

Ding Mian was horrified to find that his internal energy was pouring out uncontrollably. Dozens of air pockets were swollen under his skin, as if countless worms were crawling inside his body. His face was filled with fear and despair, and his body was shaky.

Upon seeing this, Lu Bai immediately shot the folding fan in his hand towards Yi Huawei's back. However, the folding fan strangely turned in the air, and the twelve fan ribs inserted into the major acupuncture points on his body.

"Ah~~"

Lu Bai screamed and fell to his knees. His face was full of pain and astonishment. He looked at the purple mist rising from Yi Huawei's head, which was a sign of absorbing forty years of power. His heart was suddenly filled with despair. He knew that they might not be able to leave Luoyan Gorge alive today.

The mountain breeze swept through the treetops, making a rustling sound and blowing up pine needles all over the ground.

Yi Huawei sat cross-legged on a three-meter-high green rock, his posture steady, as if he had merged with the mountains and rivers. His eyes swept calmly below, where forty mummies lay in a mess beside the mountain stream, looking particularly eerie and terrifying under the cold moonlight.

The moonlight struggled to penetrate the mist and sprinkled on the back of his hand with bulging veins. Under the skin, there seemed to be countless tiny objects slowly wriggling, exuding a strange aura.

"To the north of the end of the world lies the Dark Sea, whose waters beat for three thousand miles. It has no strength to bear a large boat, and it carries a large wing with the wind. Hundreds of rivers flow into the river, and the great valleys are not filled...

With feet on Kun and hands holding Yuan, the sea of ​​Qi surges and absorbs hundreds of rivers. The Laogong hides thunder and fire in the sandalwood, and Shaoshang leads Qi into the Cloud Gate. The furnace in Tanzhong refines real gold, and the Sanjiao transforms Qi into the Purple Court. The planets of the sun and the moon shine brightly, and the empty room gives birth to white and returns to the innate..."

"Let's start with the Songshan School."

Silently reciting the formula of the Beiming Divine Art that he had deduced from himself, Yi Huawei held on to his primordial spirit and pointed his finger at the Qihai acupoint.

As the fingertips touched the acupuncture point, a red halo immediately rose from the Danzhong area.

The Songyang Qi that Ding Mian had cultivated for forty years burst out like ignited gunpowder. This Qi followed the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming and rushed directly to Baihui.

Yi Huawei only felt a roar like a huge bell in his ears, which made his head buzz and his temples on both sides began to throb, as if there were two violently beating hearts. Then, two lines of burning blood flowed from his nostrils, which looked shocking in the moonlight.

"What a domineering force!"

Yi Huawei gritted his teeth and quickly formed a seal, and the purple cloud true energy gushed out from deep inside his body. The purple cloud true energy instantly turned into nine swimming dragons, tightly entangling the runaway red stream.

The Qi sea was also stimulated by this sudden impact, causing huge waves. The waves, with endless devouring power, drew the red true Qi into the vortex of Dantian.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the rock surface "cracked" and cracked into spider-web-like patterns, densely covering the entire Qingyan. At the same time, the fallen leaves within three feet of his body, without any fire source, spontaneously ignited, making crackling sounds. Under the light of the fire, Yi Huawei's face looked particularly grim.

At midnight, a fire cloud pattern slowly emerged on Yi Huawei's left arm. The fire cloud pattern was like a living thing, beating slightly on his skin and emitting a faint heat.

A feminine inner force followed, and Lu Lianrong's cloud and mist true energy, in Yi Huawei's perception, was like thousands of ice needles, quietly drilling into the eight extraordinary meridians from the hand Taiyin lung meridian. This cold power made Yi Huawei feel a bone-chilling cold in an instant.

Frost quickly formed on the tip of his brow, and his breath instantly turned into mist. Under the influence of this cold force, a thin layer of ice quickly condensed on the surface of the green rock under his seat. Yi Huawei only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a fishy sweetness surged up his throat, and then he coughed up blood foam with ice chips.

"The coldness has penetrated into the marrow..."

Yi Huawei did not hesitate to slap Tiantu acupoint with his backhand, and the purple qi was stimulated again. This time, the purple qi was like a rising sun, with endless warmth and power. In the Tanzhong area, the golden and purple qi intertwined fiercely, as if they were fighting a desperate battle. In the end, the purple qi relied on its strong toughness to melt all the thousands of ice needles into silver streams. The burst of this power suddenly boiled the stream water within a hundred feet, making a gurgling sound. Dozens of silver fish floated to the surface of the water with their bellies turned up in the sudden high temperature, glowing palely under the moonlight.

The powerful internal force of Yu Jizi of Taishan School finally burst out. Yu Jizi's pine-grained true qi, like a series of tough tree roots, penetrated into the bone marrow through the Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian.

Yi Huawei only felt his spine making a "crackling" sound as if it could break at any time. Blood oozed from all seven orifices, and he looked like a demon from hell.

The green rock beneath him collapsed under the impact of this powerful force.

"Practice for me!"

Yi Huawei roared loudly, his eyes widened, and his pupils instantly turned into a strange purple-gold color, emitting a captivating light.

The Qi Sea opened its huge mouth like a glutton that had awakened, tearing the green Qi into pieces. The explosion of this force caused the ground within a radius of ten feet to tremble violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred. The five hundred-year-old pines were also vulnerable to this powerful force and broke in half.

When the morning light first appeared, something strange happened.

The three streams of Qi twisted wildly in the Dantian, fighting each other and neither giving in. Yi Huawei felt blood mist suddenly gushing out of his pores, and the blood mist filled the air, forming a strange red color. The blood beads hung in the air and gradually condensed into a blood-colored Tai Chi. Yi Huawei knew that this was the critical moment, and he bit his tongue hard, and his blood and purple Qi were mixed into the Qi Sea regardless of everything. In an instant, the wind and thunder were strong, and the dark clouds above his head quickly spun into a funnel shape, as if to swallow the whole world.

"The North Sea is boundless, and the Purple Palace is open!"

Yi Huawei shouted loudly, and his voice echoed between heaven and earth.

With this loud shout, the blood-colored Tai Chi exploded. A three-foot golden light shot out from Yi Huawei's head, and the light shot straight into the sky, scaring away the birds flying all over the mountain. The birds circled in the air, making terrified cries, as if they were afraid of this powerful force.

The pores of Yi Huawei's body exuded dark mucus, which emitted a pungent smell that surrounded his body. Yi Huawei's skin actually had a jade-like luster, and under the morning light, it looked particularly sacred.

After a long time, Yi Huawei slowly stood up, tapped his toes lightly, and floated to the top of a tree ten feet high like a feather.

At this moment, Yi Huawei could hear the sound of ants' antennae colliding three miles away. The subtle sound sounded like clear drum beats to his ears. As far as the eye could see, the dew patterns on the wings of the sparrows could be seen. The dew was shining with colorful light under the sunlight, and every detail was clearly visible.

Yi Huawei tried to circulate his Qi, and the Qi that was thin as a thread before was now as vast as the sea. The twelve main meridians were as wide as a river, and the eight extraordinary meridians were as clear as a mirror. With a slight movement of his mind, the Beiming cyclone spontaneously protected his body, and the broken stones within three meters were suspended like a ring of stars. Under the influence of the cyclone, the broken stones slowly rotated around Yi Huawei, forming a strange and spectacular scene.

Suddenly feeling a heat in his throat, Yi Huawei waved his hand towards the mountain wall 50 meters away. He saw a purple-gold palm print imprinted on the rock surface, more than a foot deep, and the recoil force flowed back along the meridians. Yi Huawei not only did not feel uncomfortable, but it was like a sweet rain moistening his whole body, making him feel unprecedented comfort.

"This is the power of ten Jiazi..."

Yi Huawei whispered to himself, his voice full of emotion and amazement. He formed his fingers into a sword and slashed towards the stream. The water surface silently split into a seven-foot gully, and the weeping willow on the opposite bank was broken in half, the fracture smooth as a mirror.

(End of this chapter)