Peerless little Shennong

Chapter 1009 The Powerful Nothingness Art
Chapter 1081

"I told you to release the martial spirit for me to see, but you must not listen, so hurry up and stop the ink!" Lu Xiaobei said disapprovingly.

"Extremely rampant!" Xiang Bei cursed, and then he stomped his feet to stabilize the horse and put his hands on his chest to writhe quickly. As his hands writhed, wisps of blue breath quickly appeared on his back.

These blue auras gradually gather together, slowly rise up, and soon condense into a curved thing.

Lu Xiaobei took a closer look, and laughed aloud: "Gourd, it's a gourd, and your spirit is a gourd!"

Lu Xiaobei leaned forward and backward with a smile, jokingly said: "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven melons on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, la la..."

"Sing! Sing hard, how happy you are singing, how miserable your death will be!" Xiang Bei was not distracted by Lu Xiaobei's ridicule.

The shape of the blue gourd became more and more realistic, and the blue breath became thicker and thicker.

It wasn't until the blue gourd was completely detached from behind Xiangbei that he put away his churning palm, and then held the blue gourd in his hand.

"Hahaha..." Lu Xiaobei laughed even harder.

Xiangbei in this way is too similar to the silver-horned king in Journey to the West.

"Hmph, are you done laughing? After you're done laughing, you'll just have to wait for death!" Xiang Bei said coldly with the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Could it be that you want to use this gourd to take me in?"

Lu Xiaobei has had enough of laughing, it's time to get down to business.

"What do you think?" Xiang Bei didn't respond directly to Lu Xiaobei, and shouted decisively: "Soul Containing Art, activate!"

Following the shout of the soul-absorbing technique, a black aura emerged from the mouth of the blue gourd, and this aura swept towards Lu Xiaobei with an almost domineering force.

"This force is so powerful!" Lu Xiaobei didn't dare to fight head-on, and quickly released the purple aura of nothingness to fight against this black aura.

However, this powerful black aura swept Lu Xiaobei up like a tornado.

"Hmph, I'll let you taste the power of the third layer of the soul-absorbing technique!" Xiang Bei shouted loudly, accelerating the release of force in his body.

The stronger the force, the stronger the adsorption force of the blue gourd.

"It seems that we have to use the Qiankun bag to fight against this blue gourd!"

Without further hesitation, Lu Xiaobei threw out the Qiankun bag.

The cosmos bag is an artifact that also toasts its absorbency.

Lu Xiaobei wants to use the artifact Qiankun Bag to compete with Xiangbei's blue gourd to see whose artifact is better.

As the Qiankun bag was thrown out, the mouth of the bag opened, and a stronger adsorption force came from it.

The black breath gradually became scarce, and the sweeping ability of the blue gourd declined.

"What the hell is this?" Xiang Bei was taken aback, he didn't expect that Lu Xiaobei also had a magic weapon that could suck things.

"Is it a martial soul?" Xiang Bei thought that the earth-colored cloth bag was also a martial soul.

"Wuhun, your grandma!"

Lu Xiaobei flew towards Xiang Bei, the embarrassment just now was vivid in his memory, Lu Xiaobei would not give Xiang Bei any more chances.

Purple air spread across Lu Xiaobei's body, and a strong sense of oppression quickly spread.

The two men brought to the north knelt down with a plop.

The sense of oppression in the realm of nothingness made them unable to bear it any longer. The oppression was too strong, and the two knelt down covering their buzzing ears.

After a while, blood flowed from their noses and mouths.

The purple aura of Wu Wujue is not an ordinary thing. People who can't bear it will feel uncomfortable from the inside of their bodies. This oppressive feeling will make them lose their fighting power and can only kneel down.

Xiangbei is still holding on, but the adsorption capacity of the universe bag is too strong, and the black breath released by his Wuhun blue gourd has been completely absorbed by the universe bag.

While consuming a lot of force, Xiang Bei's body also became uncomfortable.

However, as a martial artist who is about to enter the realm of soul refining, he still has some strength, and he is still gritting his teeth to hold on.

However, Lu Xiaobei's fist was approaching, and Xiang Bei had no choice but to discard the blue gourd and choose to face the enemy head-on.

But after Wuhun's power was absorbed by the Qiankun Bag, Xiangbei's strength was greatly reduced.

In the ensuing battle, Xiangbei didn't hold out for too long, and was punched to the ground by Lu Xiaobei in just 2 minutes.

The feeling of oppression created by Wu Wujue was still there, and Xiang Bei wanted to get up from the ground, but Lu Xiaobei aggravated the feeling of oppression.

Xiang Bei knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground and tried to stand up.

Gritting his teeth and persevering, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Lu Xiaobei didn't give Xiang Bei another chance, and knocked Xiang Bei to the ground with a pounce.

The blue gourd shattered in an instant, and the blue aura slowly returned. Xiang Bei temporarily saved his life, but his body was wrecked by Lu Xiaobei. The force in his body had been exhausted. At this time, Xiang Bei Even ordinary people in Bei can kill him with one blow.

"What sorcery are you practicing?" Xiang Bei asked while sitting on the ground.

"Why don't we exchange questions, you ask me a question, I ask you a question, how about it?" Lu Xiaobei put away the Qiankun bag and said to Xiang Bei with a smile.

"I, a high-level warrior who is about to enter the realm of soul refining, lost to you. I don't accept it! What kind of magic are you practicing?" Xiang Bei asked again.

"Yin Yang Shu!" Lu Xiaobei threw out three words calmly.

"Yin Yang Shu!" Hearing these three words, Xiang Bei's face was ashen, and he murmured, "I never thought that there would be someone who can inherit this strange art. I've lost a lot to Xiang Bei!"

"You also know Yin Yang Art?" Lu Xiaobei asked in surprise.

"Yin-Yang Art is an original secret art created by the Yin-Yang family. It is an important art that has been lost for many years. Practitioners need a very clean foundation. This art is very different from the cultivation of martial artists. It takes five to ten If you don't have a clean foundation and your bones are impure, even cultivation will have no effect. It seems that your foundation is very solid. As expected, you should enter the second level of Yin Yang art. " Xiang Bei said seriously.

"It seems that you really know the goods!" Lu Xiaobei nodded acquiescingly.

"Yin-yang art, hehe, it seems that my martial artist sect has met a strong enemy, and that shit Shushan sword sect can't get away with it!" Xiang Bei looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Xiangbei, I answered your question, now you should answer my question too!" Lu Xiaobei said while smoking a cigarette and squinting his eyes.

"go ahead!"

"Why did your Wu Zongmen abandon that Diaoyu Villa?" Lu Xiaobei asked the first question.

"That fishing village is not a place to wait for. The water quality and soil there were all eroded by a toxin. Our people discovered the secret after staying there for a few days. There is something underground there. If my guess is correct , it should be an evil thing!" Xiang Bei said frankly.

"Something underground?" Lu Xiaobei looked blank.

"That's right, there are too many underground things in this world, I advise you not to go to that fishing village, you can't go there!" Xiang Bei reminded kindly.

"You can tell that both the Martial Artist Sect and Shushan Sword Sect chose to take root in Baiyun Town. Why did they come here?" Lu Xiaobei asked the second question.

(End of this chapter)