I want to embrace the moon for nine days

"Ow!!"

Among the vast mountains, a burly red-haired man wearing animal skins and holding a black iron club suddenly broke through the void and crashed into a mountain.

The thousand-foot-high mountain top was shattered by this impact, dust rolled up, and countless rocks and plants fell down.

The vast jungle around was startled by the air waves, like a dark green sea, with strong winds and huge waves.

The red-haired man trembled his feet in the air, spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice was hoarse, but he did not dare to hesitate or delay for a moment, and shouted with all his might.

"The wind and clouds are boundless, spanning the nine heavens, destroying the Tiangang, Taiyin Yuanwang!!"

A bright white moon appeared in the sky, but there was no clear beam of light projected down.

However, the area within a hundred miles was filled with a mysterious and manic aura because of the appearance of this moon. It seemed that the energy of the heavenly forces had been twisted into thin threads and spread throughout the void, ready to explode at any moment.

The red-haired man's black iron rod is the trigger that detonates all the Tiangang airflow.

As soon as the stick was swung out, the space within a hundred miles was shaken three times in a row.

Everything within this range was shattered and stirred by the gray-white violent Tiangang airflow, like a boiling soup pot.

After the third shock, all the violent matter slanted and shot out towards the western sky.

The smoke column with an alarmingly large diameter suddenly seemed nothing compared to the huge hand that appeared in the western sky.

The surface of the brass-colored palm was covered with blue-black patterns, as if a rotten chopstick had been broken.

With just one slap, he destroyed the red-haired man's special move and blasted into the dusty land without any hindrance.

The whole boiling area sank.

All kinds of smoke and dust that were just rushing towards the sky were pressed back to the ground by the pressure brought by this palm.

The strong wind became even more terrifying, but there was not a trace of smoke or dust, only extreme cleanliness.

Circle after circle of "pure" airflow is spreading.

That was actually because the force of this event was so thorough that it shattered all the matter it affected into indistinguishable objects billions of times finer than dust.

So it seems that the scene is cleaner, and the earth has just been made flatter and more monotonous in the process.

Buzz! The giant palm suddenly disappeared, leaving only a big pit.

The Lord of Weizhong Hall, one of the eight main halls of Buzhou Palace, appeared in the western sky with his right hand slightly extended forward.

His thick sleeves were barely moved by the wind, and his right hand was brass in color, with dark blue patterns on it, exactly the same as the giant palm just now.

The palm strike just now was huge in scale, but it was mainly used to suppress the void, and it couldn't kill anyone.

At least, the red ape cannot be killed in its current state.

At the bottom of the pit, the red-haired man's body was covered with chapped skin, and his eyebrows, beard and hair fell off layer by layer and grew back again as fast as turning the pages of a book.

In the process of shedding and renewal, his hair and eyebrows have become as bright as moonlight, and the blood color of the wounds all over his body appears purer.

The white one is colder, the red one is more mournful.

He did not choose to use the third drop of the Taiyin Star Ape's blood to activate the Ultra Escape Technique again, but directly swallowed the third drop of blood.

This force was too much for him to bear, but it also allowed him to survive the palm strike just now.

His hair was white and his blood was red, but his eyes turned into a dark yellow color. His pupils shrank into a small dot, and the entire pupil was golden.

He flashed and rushed towards the Lord of Weizhong Palace.

But before he had flown halfway, his body suddenly shook, a loud bang came from his chest, and he fell back to the ground.

boom! ! !
The splattered blood sprayed out about a thousand feet and spread out like a fan on the ground behind him.

The Lord of Weizhong Palace had already exploded his chest with a palm strike. The power of this palm strike was far more concentrated than before, knocking out all the Star Ape blood and essence that had not yet been fully released from his body.

"Why, why, how did I offend Buzhou Palace?"

The red ape's iron rod supported his body, and he felt that his head was much heavier than his body. The light of his will seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ash, and his eyes were turbid and unwilling.

This was indeed the case. There was already a large, transparent hole in his body, which was indeed not as heavy as his head. His spiritual light had been sealed by the remaining force of that palm strike and could not leave his body.

Red Ape Bloodshed: "We have no grudges or hatred..."

The Lord of Weizhong Palace had no desire to answer him at all. He continued to attack with the same rhythm and slammed down with another palm strike.

The earth was not destroyed again, only the figure of the red ape was completely wiped out by his palm, leaving no trace of its body.

The Lord of Weizhong Hall observed intently, thinking to himself: As the ancestor predicted, after Yundie's kindness was released, unless someone used a unique secret method to collect it and return it, it would only dissolve into the world with the death of the host and cease to exist...

Suddenly, the look of the Weizhong Palace Master changed.

He found that although the red ape's body was gone, its soul had also been scattered.

However, the shadow of the burly man was still imprinted on the ground!
Yundie's good thoughts, which were about to dissolve just now, actually showed signs of reuniting.

"Who is playing tricks?!"

The Lord of Weizhong Palace reached out his hand, ready to destroy the shadow as well.

Unexpectedly, the shadow suddenly tilted, tilted and elongated, like a flying sword, rising from the ground and shooting into the void.

When the Lord of Weizhong Palace grabbed, his aura covered everything and penetrated the origin of the void.

The shadow of the flying sword made a huge arc, flew past the Wei Zhong Palace Master at a considerable distance behind him, and then flew in front of him.

This strange trajectory exudes a flawless artistic conception.

The bright moon in the sky seemed to favor such an arc-shaped empty space, and the immortal aura of the moon suddenly filled this area.

The Lord of Weizhong Palace was trapped in the middle of this round light of the moon. By the time he struggled and shattered the light, the shadow of the flying sword had completely escaped from his control and was in the hands of someone a thousand miles away.

The man looked like a young man, but his temples were slightly gray. He was wearing a green robe, had a weathered and cold temperament, and carried a long sword on his back.

The shadow of the flying sword came to his side, shrank rapidly, hovered above his left palm, and turned into a human form again.

Then, a thin shadow filled up and the appearance of the red-haired man reappeared, but he was only three inches tall and still suspended in his palm.

"Su Hanshan, it's you again?"

The expression of the Lord of Weizhong Palace tensed, and then he realized something, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Your original self's aura is still all in that world. It has not been transferred to you this time. You are now just a group of telekinetic marks acting as a thinking center. Is this clone qualified to stop me?!"

Su Hanshan glanced at him and snorted coldly: "Sure enough, everyone wants to muddy the waters."

The manpower and material resources mobilized by Tiandu Patriarch were enough to hold back the subordinates of Buzhou Palace.

If the Dragon Court and the demon clan also take action seriously, there should be no strong people of this level in the Buzhou Palace, and they should not be able to run to the Southern Shenyi Continent to kill people.

I am afraid that in today's world, in the vast void, there are still people in the Dragon Court and the Demon Clan who are not only not contributing, but are also holding Tiandu back.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

The layout of Buzhou Palace in the Divine Sea and the Three Realms of Stars is too profound, and the Seventh Generation Ancestor must notify the Dragon Emperor and the Holy Emperor.

Anyway, no matter how many little tricks the Dragon Emperor and the Saint Emperor have, they can't really want to see the three star realms merge smoothly and let Patriarch Buzhou take complete control.

Everyone is trying to muddy the waters, but the Seventh Generation Patriarch himself is also an expert at muddying the waters.

Let's see who makes more trouble in the end.

Su Hanshan didn't have the time to kill anyone right now. After picking up the red ape, he immediately went to the next place. His figure flashed to the side and was about to disappear.

Seeing his expression, the leader of Weizhong Palace felt that he did not take him seriously at all, and flew into a rage: "Take my palm!"

Pointing to the sky and stepping on the earth, the Wuji Sect, the Emperor Xuan cast armor and called himself the God of Wilderness.

Among the two major secret techniques of Buzhou Palace, "The Wuji Gate of Pointing to the Sky and Stepping on the Earth" is even ranked before the Emperor Xuan and the God of Wilderness.

After all, the Emperor Xuanhuang God is still too difficult to refine, and the real masters of the Buzhou Palace basically have to refine their own Wuji Gate, which is four bronze Taotie.

Every time it attacks, Taotie gallops in a circle, and its influence on space is far greater than that of a warrior of the same level under normal circumstances.

At that time, the Lord of Wei Zhong Palace was not in the Middle-earth yet, but he relied on the Wuji Sect's "Pointing to the Sky and Stepping on the Earth" to extend the Great Wilderness Bronze Hand directly to the northern border of the Middle-earth and had a fierce battle with the great general Shenwei at that time.

After the last battle at the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the Lord of Weizhong Palace completely lost hope of recasting a statue of the Xuan Emperor.

However, he also focused his mind and concentrated on integrating the demon-conquering martial arts and the secret method of the stars into the Wuji Gate.

Now when he made this move, four bronze Taotie formed a circle in front of his palm. In the circle there were countless stars, forming a swirling star vortex.

At first glance, it seems as if there are countless demons imprisoned in the dark and subtle space between the stars.

Seeing Su Hanshan was about to leave, he couldn't help but turn his head to take another look.

But it's just one more look.

His footsteps did not stop at all, he just put his right palm backwards, and the long sword behind him flickered, like a piece of bright light from the sun and the moon, which he pulled out from the box of heaven and earth.

It was like thousands of years flashed by, leaving only a flash of lightning that swept away from the eyes of all living beings, unpredictable.

"The jade is moving and the gold is flying, the two stars are busy, the flowers are blooming and the autumn frost comes. It is useless to boast that the ancestors have lived for a thousand years, but they are just a flash of lightning in the clouds."

The true teachings of the Tao of the ancestor of the sword immortal... "The Song of the Great Dao Pointing to Tiandu", the connecting chapter between Sun Refining and Moon Refining!
The Lord of Weizhong Palace did not see clearly whether it was a sword or something else that hit him, but he already felt his palm power being cut. He could not help but roar, and his figure twisted and flashed in the sky.

It was not until he was thousands of miles away that he stumbled and crushed half of the mountain, then he raised his hand tremblingly.

There were no scars on his palms, but they were covered with wrinkles.

The gray hair suddenly fell from his temples and floated on his palms, making him look horrified.

This sword cut through his life essence and directly carved a sword mark on the aura of his will, as if adding a new scale to his life and shortening his lifespan.

Thanks to the fact that the strong people in the Abyss Realm have always been restricted by the world and have to resist the pressure of lifespan all the time, they are more resistant in this regard.

If an eighth-level strong man from the outside world was hit by this sword, his long life would probably end on the spot.

The mind of the Wei Zhong Palace Master could not bear the feeling of his lifespan being clearly known and being forced to shrink. It was as if all his cultivation and the realm he had built up were being pressed lower and lower under the pressure of this sword mark.

He roared, exerted all his strength, opened the Wuji Gate, and went to find the First Hall Master to help him.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.

"If you encounter someone superior to you on this journey, they will most likely not have the time to fight you and will only inflict some unique injuries on you, either to let you lead the way or to use you to disrupt the First Hall Master."

"Then, you should enter deep meditation!"

The Lord of Weizhong Hall didn't remember when he had heard these words, but he immediately understood that this was the plan of the ancestor, buried deep in his heart, and he would only hear it when necessary. The human world in the Abyss Realm was about to usher in an unprecedented huge change. At this time, entering a deep state of meditation was equivalent to handing over all of one's fate to others, and he could no longer interfere regardless of victory or defeat.

No strong person could tolerate this situation. The Lord of Weizhong Palace instinctively wanted to resist, but when that voice sounded in his heart, he could no longer resist.

He fell to the ground like a stone statue, penetrated the void of the earth, and fell into the mysterious sea.

Su Hanshan noticed his movements from a distance and frowned slightly, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

It is not an easy task to kill the Lord of Weizhong Palace with this clone. He really does not have the time and he does have some plans.

It is not surprising that Patriarch Buzhou could anticipate this, but the response he gave was obviously more conservative.

It can only make Su Hanshan's plan fail, but cannot stop Su Hanshan's movements. It is not as scary as in the Three Realms of Stars.

The Seventh Generation Patriarch was indeed good at muddying the waters. No matter how good Patriarch Buzhou was at calculating, he didn't have much energy left when three Hongdao entered the game.

Planning is up to oneself, but success depends on one's disciples!

When Su Hanshan was escaping, a layer of white light appeared around him, which sped up the flow of time inside him, allowing him to carefully question the red ape and explore the law of cause and effect in the red ape.

The mask organization that Akagi joined was immediately exposed.

"They are all reborn, speak well, and have unique skills. There are also senior colleagues who generously guide the younger generation..."

Xiahou, who was also following in the white light, remained absolutely calm, but his tone sounded a little strange.

"You, the reborn people of the Southern Divine Continent, have such good benefits. You are so good at finding new people, why didn't you find me too?"

The red ape narrowly escaped death, but was still a little dizzy: "I don't know. For finding new people, we have to look to Senior Arrow King..."

"Oh! Senior Arrow King is also being hunted down. He called on everyone to go to the Southern Wasteland Ancestral Temple!"

The King of Arrows, whose original name was Wang Changgong.

In that mask organization, he has always appeared as a senior.

Even the old witch Hehuan Taoist Master thought that he was an old fellow who was hiding his true abilities.

However, he is actually only about 40 years old this year, and his age may not even be a fraction of that of Taoist Master Hehuan.

Twenty years ago, he was just a hunter from a very inconspicuous small tribe called "Xuwang" in the mountains of the south.

By chance, they encountered a monster called viperfish, which was equivalent to the second-level heavenly ladder realm, and the entire hunting team was almost wiped out.

It was he who got into the pit viper's stomach and, with all his might, thrust a poison arrow into the inner wall of its stomach.

When the tribe's reinforcements rescued him from the corpse of the viper fish, most of his skin had been dissolved, and it was difficult to count how many bones were broken.

Even the most experienced old witch doctor felt that he would not survive that night, so they could only cover his entire body with pain-numbing mud, hoping that he would die more comfortably.

But that night, he saw a butterfly flying in from the window and landing on his chest.

He then obtained an invisible treasure called "Imperial Scripture", which deduced his future life in his mind.

Their chief did not give up the slightest hope of saving him, and took the tribe's savings and the viper's bones to Red Copper City, hoping to exchange them for a life-saving medicine. He actually succeeded in getting a "Leopard Transformation Bone Pill".

Wang Changgong endured the pain for seven days and seven nights under the effect of the medicine. He successfully digested the strange medicine, his wounds healed, his muscles and bones were stretched, and he even grew half a foot taller than before the injury.

The wizard who was willing to exchange the elixir with their chief, after hearing about this, came to him personally to accept him as his disciple, showing off his powerful martial arts and miraculous skills. Everything was so beautiful that it made people feel dizzy.

Wang Changgong was cautious and during the following three years of hard training, he figured out many little tricks, kept them secret, and even developed a tacit understanding with his fellow disciples.

Unfortunately, it was of no use. Three years later, the wizard drugged them all without them knowing. He picked out the disciples who practiced the most diligently and could endure the pain the most, like picking out piglets, and threw them into the cauldron to cook over a high fire, turning them into an ointment in the hope of prolonging their lives.

Wang Changgong was among the first batch of "ointment".

The experiences deduced from the Imperial Scriptures seemed like a dream. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying on the hospital bed in his own tribe.

But those three years of experience were so real, as if he had really experienced them all. The joys and sorrows, the hardships and pains were unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, after his mind had gone through such a painful torment, he was rewarded with the Imperial Scripture.

He could choose a skill or technique that he had acquired in the past three years from that deduction and infuse it into reality, or materialize a pill or tool that he had made himself.

With the help of the reward, his power increased greatly. After he caught his breath, the first thing he did was to grab the clan leader and stop him from going to the Red Copper City.

Not long after, Wang Changgong discovered that as long as he interfered with the situation of a group of people or a place in reality and changed the original trend, he would accumulate enough "luck".

The Imperial Scriptures can be triggered again to interpret his future life for him.

Although in every performance, he basically never survived more than five years, and experienced all kinds of strange and bizarre deaths and unexpectedly powerful enemies.

He left the tribe to become a disciple of a sword sect, but the strongest person in the sect turned out to be a sweeper. When the enemy came, they killed all the discipline elders and seriously injured a lot of disciples. The sweeper did not fight back, and only showed his identity as a master of the sect when the enemy got in front of him. Wang Changgong was among the seriously injured disciples and died soon after...

After leaving the tribe, he became a disciple in a Buddhist temple and encountered an old ghost from eight hundred years ago whose ghost had lingered and broke through the suppression, turning the entire temple into a dark trial. The kind-looking elders in the temple, each holding a copper bell, burning an iron tripod, holding a golden bowl, and carrying a Buddha statue, tested the disciples' martial arts. If there was any mistake, they would be pierced on the head with a golden hammer and roasted in an iron tripod.

Wang Changgong was a skilled martial artist, and he was very strict with himself. He passed all four levels and heard "You passed" four times. However, at the fifth level, he was hung on a plum blossom stake to be dried...

She did not leave the tribe, but transformed it into a sect. After the sect was destroyed, she practiced secret techniques to transform herself into a stunning woman in order to seek revenge. However, she was spotted by a city lord. That night, they had no choice but to learn the secret techniques of nourishing the body and die together...

The most puzzling time was when he was at his best and had killed all his previous enemies, but he died at the hands of some Starry Sky Daoist heir from Middle-earth.

That guy seemed to be a combination of two soul masters. Because of the conflict between souls, he was a complete madman.

Fortunately, Wang Changgong had not left the southern mountain area of ​​Nanshenyizhou at that time. The so-called Middle-earth was simply a place name that existed only in legends.

God knows how such a person would suddenly jump out and slap him to death.

The most outrageous time was when he had already cultivated to become a fifth-level spiritual master, with supernatural powers fully developed, and came out of seclusion laughing.

As a result, a broken straw sandal fell from the sky and hit his mouth, choking him to death on the spot.

After several more deductions, he realized that he had been targeted by the demons at that time and was actually cursed by the demons.

It’s okay. Although he died miserably in each deduction, he relied on the prophetic intelligence, the rewards from the imperial scriptures, and the life experience he had accumulated.

In reality, he was getting smoother and smoother, and was going further and further.

He even sensed the existence of some "reborn people" through the deduction of the imperial scriptures.

Using secret techniques, Wang Changgong created the Mask Organization through bluffing and deception, and built a framework for mutual exchange of resources.

Everyone's path will be smoother.

However, after Wang Changgong cultivated to the Secret Realm of the Void, he discovered that this world was even more dangerous for him.

In the preview of the Emperor's Scripture, Wang Changgong, who has reached this level, might attract the attention of unknown strong men if he makes any bold moves.

Sometimes, it seems that even the imperial scriptures cannot predict what choices those peerless powerful people will make.

Therefore, Wang Changgong's deduction was stuck.

During a rehearsal, he heard that the founder of Tiandu Immortal Mansion had passed away and there was chaos in the Middle Earth. Thinking that it was just a rehearsal anyway and he would not really die, he prepared to go and see the world.

Who could have imagined that after approaching Tiandu, the entire world in front of him ceased to exist, and all the scenery turned into a blank. Then, an incredibly large number of possibilities spread out in front of him at the same time, almost splitting his mind apart.

He still didn't believe it, so in the next deduction, he thought about not getting close to Tiandu. It should be fine to just spy on the edge of Middle-earth and inquire about the news.

For this purpose, he deliberately changed direction. He was clearly crossing the sea from the south and heading towards Middle-earth, but he landed on the west coast of Middle-earth.

As a result, the moment he set foot in Middle-earth, something from the West also landed in Middle-earth.

This time, the Imperial Scripture did not show him any possibilities. In the rehearsal, he lost consciousness on the spot, and even in reality he was in a coma for half a day.

Later on, the Tiandu Patriarch in reality was still alive and well, and he went against the limits of heaven to teach the martial arts of subduing demons to people all over the world.

You call this the end of life?!
I don’t know whether he lives to death or not, but this old man is definitely not asleep yet!

This was an event that was not foreshadowed at all in the Imperial Scriptures.

From then on, the word "Middle Earth" was labeled as "hell" in Wang Changgong's mind, and he never involved it in any subsequent deductions.

However, the demonic calamity was always a huge trouble in each deduction. In order to unleash the maximum potential of the demon-conquering martial arts, Wang Changgong tried to explore deeper into the Nine-Layer Abyss Realm in the subsequent deductions.

Until one day, he went too deep and accidentally discovered that many great demons were actually bowing down to a dark mountain. It seemed that the surface of each mountain peak was as smooth as a mirror...

The Imperial Scripture directly terminated this deduction.

It also seemed as if to sever some connection, making the last scene that Wang Changgong saw during that deduction become extremely vague and he could not recall it clearly.

That was also the last time he predicted the future.

Since then, he has not yet accumulated enough luck to deduce again.

The main reason is that he doesn't dare to rashly get involved in some major events.

But at his current level, the amount of energy required for each deduction is already very huge. He doesn't dare to get involved in too big events, so he can only accumulate it slowly.

In recent months, what he was most busy doing was helping Taoist Master Hehuan to reorganize the sect.

The power of Hehuan Dao is not small, and its connections are extraordinary. If such a sect can completely complete its transformation, how great will the spiritual beasts and spiritual medicines produced in the future be in the devil's calamity? !

If he helps to complete this task, the potential changes in fate will definitely be enough for him to deduce.

But he never expected that the master of the first main hall of Buzhou Palace would suddenly come and kill him.

Fortunately, he had encountered enough inexplicable things in various deductions.

The First Palace Master's surprise attack utilized the world's most advanced assassination techniques.

At the end of the Qin Dynasty, all kinds of mechanical puppet armies had been scrapped. It was only by relying on a group of assassins that the Qin Dynasty maintained its final deterrent power, causing all factions in the Eight Desolations at that time to still feel insecure.

Five hundred years ago, the First Palace Master had a record of assassinating a powerful void master in a single breath.

But for Wang Changgong, even this level of assassination was no different from a fair and open punch.

The Arrow King has enough experience and will not die in a surprise attack!

He traveled more than 300,000 miles and was able to escape to the vicinity of the Southern Wilderness Ancestral Temple despite being surrounded and blocked.

"It's done! If I can just get there, I'll be safe."

When Wang Changgong predicted the future, he could not deduce any events related to the Hong Dao Master, except for this Nanhuang Ancestral Temple, which was said to enshrine the only Hong Dao Master in the south.

He had been here before during a simulation, but did not encounter anything unusual. Instead, he felt quite comfortable. At that time, he had some guesses in his mind.

The imperial envoys from Buzhou, Longting and Lingzhou are all involved. If you want to have a chance to survive today, you have to come here and try.

(End of this chapter)