The devil descended from the sky, and his fists suppressed the mountains and rivers

Chapter 156: God's Descends into the Mortal World, and the Crowd Is Hard to See

Somewhere on a square.

Ding Huiyuan was jumping up and down to avoid the attack from Adufan, a saintly master from the Posha Kingdom.

Bang bang bang! !

Although this man's name is "Silent Sky", he does not look indifferent when he starts to fight. He is extremely strong, his hair is standing upside down, his eyes are as angry as copper bells, and his attacks create terrifying waves of air in the air, full of murderous aura.

Moreover, the influence of its true meaning is also extremely strong. When a palm is struck out, a silent true meaning targets the human body's magnetic field and affects the operation of human life functions.

Life lies in movement. If everything is quiet, everything will naturally come to an end.

This is a method that can target the magnetic field of life.

What Aduvan practices is "Silent Yoga", which has two branches. One is to cultivate the mind, which is the way of asceticism. It tempers the body through various means, and makes the body and mind return to silence in the pain, merge into the void, and naturally be immune to all kinds of things.

The other branch is to cultivate oneself, strengthen the body, conquer demons, comprehend the miraculous power of the body from silence to the moment of life beating, transform it into an explosion of one's own strength and true meaning, thereby killing all external enemies and allowing one's own mind to return to silence.

In simple terms, these two major branches can be summarized as.

Cultivating the mind: I am quiet myself.

Self-cultivation: I will leave you in silence.

Therefore, when Adufan took action, his temperament was extremely strong.

He had launched dozens of rounds of attacks on Ding Huiyuan. Although this man looked panic-stricken and almost fled away, neither his boxing skills nor his true intentions caused any substantial damage to Ding Huiyuan. This made him feel like he was hitting cotton with all his strength, which was quite frustrating.

"You want to fight or not? If you don't want to fight, then admit defeat. How long are you going to hide? Are all Donghua warriors like rats crossing the street?!"

Adufan shouted loudly.

The crowd watching didn't understand the mystery, and felt a little embarrassed when they heard this.

What on earth is this guy doing? Can he at least fight him head-on? Even if he's just dodging tactically, can he do it in a more beautiful and graceful way? Why does he look like a monkey?

What everyone didn't know was that Ding Huiyuan had been just delaying time. Just now, he had already locked onto the location of Diwei's breath.

"You are such a hot-tempered person, you don't live up to your reputation, you are not quiet at all."

Ding Huiyuan looked at the opponent in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you are quiet, I will be quiet too!"

Adufan sneered and attacked more fiercely.

"You are a child who cannot be taught. Forget it. I have achieved my goal. I will not continue to play with you. Before I leave, I will help you feel the true silence."

Ding Huiyuan dodged, shook his head and sighed.

next moment.

Before Adufan could continue speaking, Ding Huiyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and there seemed to be a divine light flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a light flashed behind his head, and a colorful halo appeared, which made his temperament look like that of an immortal or Buddha.

At the same time, a golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and a golden "卍" character appeared.

In an instant, his aura was completely different from before.

hum! !

The sound of chanting scriptures came out from his body, and Adufan actually felt that the surrounding environment became a little unreal.

At this moment, Ding Huiyuan in front of him made a seal with his hands, and the "卍" character between his eyebrows reversed.

"I can't see."

His words were like thunder, like destiny. Adufan's body shook violently, and the light in his eyes quickly disappeared, leaving only a vast white world.

"The ears cannot hear."

"The nose cannot smell."

"The tongue cannot taste."

"The body cannot be touched."

Every word that came out of Ding Huiyuan's mouth was like an irresistible command.

All the sounds of the surrounding nature and the various discussions over a hundred meters away disappeared; the senses of smell and taste were also taken away, and in the end, even the touch of the skin completely disappeared.

It was an extremely strange feeling. Adufan suddenly swung his fists, exerting his true intention and mobilizing his own life magnetic field to break through this state, but it was of no avail.

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and body.

He was a master who had attained sainthood, but at this moment, his five senses were deprived so easily.

But something even more horrifying happened.

He could clearly no longer see or hear anything, but at this moment, a voice still entered his mind.

This voice was so loud and clear that it became the "only" in his consciousness.

"The mind enters Nirvana!"

Clear words resounded in his consciousness.

The next moment, his violently fluctuating sea of ​​consciousness returned to silence.

outside world.

Pfft! !

Adufan, who was extremely ferocious and explosive just a moment ago, suddenly became limp and fell straight to the ground at Ding Huiyuan's feet, losing consciousness.

"Experience the true silence for a while. I'll be leaving first."

Ding Huiyuan reached into his leather pants and took out a cigarette. He lit the cigarette butt by pinching it with his fingers, took a puff and exhaled smoke.

There is a halo behind the head and a swastika between the eyebrows. Afterwards, he spoke in a breath that was better than that of a god.

Soon he restrained his own magnetic field, the golden "卍" character between his eyebrows disappeared, the halo behind his head shrank, and he turned and walked out of the square.

He's going to find that really interesting opponent.

The scene was completely silent. Be it Adufan's followers, the warriors watching the fight on site, or the enthusiasts and ordinary citizens watching from afar, all had dazed expressions on their faces.

Adufan, he was so brave the moment before, how come he just fell down like that the next moment?
Ding Huiyuan didn't even have any physical contact with him!!
What kind of terrifying magical power is this?
You must know that his opponent is not an ordinary person, but a powerful saint master, the best of the younger generation in Posha Country!
When everyone looked in the direction where Ding Huiyuan had left again, he was no longer there.

General Headquarters.

After seeing the result of the duel between Adufan and Ding Huiyuan, everyone showed a look of relief.

Yi Beidou defeated Yoli, Zhou Qingchen was seriously injured but defeated Ulysses, and now Ding Huiyuan defeated Adufan. Almost all the saintly masters from various countries who came to Donghua this time have been defeated by Donghua warriors, and this crisis has been resolved by 50%.

The reason why only five levels were resolved was because there was still a most difficult opponent that had not yet appeared.

"In this case, we just need to defeat Diwei Punk from Star Country, and the matter will be almost over."

An old master who had attained sainthood said so.

"That's not the case. It's not the time to be optimistic. Not to mention that according to the intelligence, the 'Sky' of Star Country has a strength that exceeds the other two and is extremely difficult to deal with."

"And now, it's only the younger generations of various countries who are taking action. The old guys in some secret organizations are probably still watching covetously in secret. Once Di Wei is defeated, it will probably be these people who will take action. That will be a fight of life and death, and it will be a truly dangerous time."

"Maybe a real 'Ancient One' will appear."

Wei Cheng's expression remained stern, without any relaxation.

"Report to everyone! I just received a message from Ding Huiyuan. He has discovered the location of Diwei Punk from Star Country and is heading to where he is."

A staff member reported.

"what?!"

Everyone was slightly taken aback when they heard the words.

"Quick! Retrieve the surveillance along the way!"

Wei Cheng said in a deep voice.

Diwei Punk, the strongest among the three saints of sea, land and air, is a man full of mystery. No one knows what kind of strength he really has.

Now, we can finally get a glimpse of what’s going on.

Magic City, Jinling Street.

This old street is a must-see spot in Shanghai. Many buildings in the old Shanghai style are preserved in the street. It is a gathering place for street photography. Occasionally, you can see certain areas being blocked off where film crews are shooting.

Ding Huiyuan appeared at the street corner, walking forward while smoking.

He had disheveled hair, a full beard, and was wearing a leather jacket and leather pants. He was tall and had the temperament of a saint who stood out among a flock of chickens. Combined with his melancholy style, he was extremely attractive to young girls.

The last decadent man who was this handsome was named Brother Xiaosha.

As soon as he walked into the pedestrian street, he attracted the attention of many street photographers with cameras, who took pictures of him.

"Huh? Why is the picture so blurry? Is the lens broken?"

"Yours is blurry too? Mine is blurry too. Is it because of exposure?"

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However, several photographers found that the photos they took were blurry and had inexplicable interference from colorful light spots, which was very strange.

They slightly adjusted the camera parameters and took another shot.

The result is still blurry.

A photographer had a sudden idea and instead of taking a picture of Ding Huiyuan, he took a picture of a beautiful woman in tight pants walking by on the side of the road.

As a result, this time the picture was very clear.

"Hey, it seems that the problem is not with the camera, but with that person."

The cameraman whispered, goose bumps all over his body, chills running down his spine, and he said it in a creepy voice.

"What's wrong with people? Can you take pictures of ghosts in broad daylight?"

The fat guy next to him sneered.

The photographer wanted to retort.

Just then, they saw two girls who were dressed fashionably and looked carefully dressed up for street photography walked up to the decadent man, invited him to take a photo, and surrounded him.

The man did not refuse. He took the girl's phone and held it high to take a selfie of the three of them. The two girls came over and looked at the screen, seemingly praising his excellent photography skills.

"Look, they can take photos, right? Maybe our location is not good, we should find another good location."

The fat man patted his butt, stood up and walked to the other side.

The photographer opened his mouth, feeling a little bit unbelievable. He took another photo of the crowd on the other side, wanting to verify it again.

As a result, this time, the photos he took were even more weird.

The colors of the surrounding pedestrians and buildings have turned into strange oil colors like film negatives. In the entire picture, only the light and color of a figure appear normal.

However, that normal figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, all white, like a white ghost, which stood out very clearly in the photo.

"Damn it, it's really a ghost!!"

The photographer felt like his scalp was about to explode. He was 100% sure that when he looked up just now, there was no one standing where the figure was! !

What the hell did I capture?!
Is it really possible to see a ghost in broad daylight?!

He immediately wanted to get up and leave, but his legs felt weak, his heart beat faster, and he couldn't even stand up.

"Uncle, leave me your contact information. Do you want to hang out later?"

One of the two girls who invited Ding Huiyuan to take a photo with her, hugged his arm tightly, looked at his decadent yet handsome face, and her eyes were filled with peach blossoms.

It's her type.

You never know how proactive a girl can be.

"Let's talk about this later. I have a friend coming over. If you don't leave, you might have some unpleasant experiences later."

Ding Huiyuan smiled, shook his arm slightly, then pulled his hand away and looked forward.

"Deewee Punk?"

He spoke.

The two girls looked in the direction he was looking in confusion, and found that there was no one in front of him.

Is this uncle mentally ill?
The two girls looked at each other with strange expressions.

But in Ding Huiyuan's eyes, there was indeed a person standing in front of him.

He is tall, with blond hair, a face as handsome as a god, and a condescending look, looking down on everything with cold and arrogant attitude.

He was clearly standing among the crowd, but no one noticed his presence. He was like a god who had descended to the mortal world, and as long as he did not agree, mortals would not be able to see his true form.

Although they were in the same area, he and the people around him seemed to be in different spaces.

(End of this chapter)