Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 742
"who are you?"

Liang Wenyao looked up at Mo Chen. After careful deduction of the previous sword strike, he found that it hit the weak point of Fuhu Fist, and it could indeed disintegrate it from the inside.

If this person is from Xingyun's lineage, it's fine, but if it's against someone from Xingyun's lineage, it would be too scary.

His coercion spread and locked Mo Chen, if he was not a friend, he had to keep him.

Mo Chen stared at Liang Wenyao, and sighed: "There is no perfect martial art in the world, any martial art will have flaws, when you were asked to practice Fuhu Fist, it was not just for you to simplify, but for you to be unified. The Tao is one, divided into three, the simplest trick, but the root of all martial arts evolution, the closest to the existence of Tao."

Liang Wenyao's whole body trembled suddenly, as if his whole body was being hit by an electric current, he only felt his head start buzzing and a little short-circuited.

"Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, the fist will be immortal. I can teach you this move. I naturally know the flaws. I didn't explain it at the beginning. I just wanted you to comprehend the true meaning of simplifying the complexity and practice the immortal fist. For this, you still have What is lacking." Mo Chen murmured.

Liang Wenyao's talent is indeed limited, he was able to get to this point, it all depends on his determination to go forward, and his uncompromising will, this is what Mo Chen likes, and he also thinks that he is the most suitable person to practice the simplest fist, Therefore, let it simplify the complexity and specialize in Fuhu Boxing.

Liang Wenyao stared blankly at Mo Chen. Apart from his appearance, his tone and momentum were exactly the same as Mo Xingyun back then, especially his views on Fuhu Fist were the same as before. My heart trembled crazily, with cold sweat on my forehead, and tremblingly said: "You, you are really... Master, Master!"

Mo Chen said indifferently: "Beidou Jiuzhaifeng, where the sky and water are in the same color, for whom to punch, the Tao will last for thousands of years."

"Boom!"

Liang Wenyao only felt that his spiritual consciousness fluctuated wildly, and his spiritual consciousness was instantly lost, and he could no longer think about other things. The scene in front of him began to change, and the thin figure began to overlap with a certain figure in his heart.

Thoughts, gradually drifting away, back to the past...

The Big Dipper Jiuzhaigou, the sky and the water are the same color, after Liang Wenyao and Mo Xingyun fought, they completely worshiped him and became apprentices to him.

"Master, please pass on my fist!" Liang Wenyao knelt heavily on his knees with a sincere expression.

The figure of Mo Xingyun stood there indifferently, and said: "Your talent is limited, but you can make it this far, and you can win the title of emperor. It all depends on your determination to go forward, but you are greedy for many martial arts skills, and you don't have a great vehicle. Tell me, Why do you practice?"

"Why?"

Liang Wenyao's face was a little dazed, and then his eyes were determined, and he said: "Because strength can make me safe, I have been helpless since I was a child, and I have been bullied. I know that only strength can make others respect me, and only strength can make me respect me." I'm safe."

"Master, pass on my fist intention, and I would like to follow forever." Liang Wenyao looked deeply at Mo Xingyun, the waterfall flew straight down, reflecting his figure, showing firmness.

Mo Xingyun showed a faint smile, and said: "You have no talent, but you have a tenacious heart, you are indomitable, you have a firm heart, and you have the most difficult thing for a warrior to have. This is incomparable to others, but I need you to answer me. , practicing martial arts, who are you punching for?"

"Punch for whom?"

Liang Wenyao's eyes were firm, and he said: "For the sake of everyone in the world to respect me, I will use my fists in exchange for everyone's respect!"

"You are wrong." Mo Xingyun murmured.

"Wrong?" Liang Wenyao was a little surprised, and said, "Master please advise."

With his hands on his back, Mo Xingyun stared at the waterfall that plunged thousands of miles, and said: "For warriors of my generation, the direction of the heart is where the Tao is. For whom to punch, the Tao has existed for thousands of years."

"Taoism for thousands of years?" Liang Wenyao chewed Mo Xingyun's words lightly.

Mo Xingyun raised his eyes, looked at the endless sky, and said: "The body and name are all ruined, and the Tao is eternal. This road has existed for thousands of years. Since we have embarked on this road, we should walk towards the end of the martial arts. For whom? Fist, for this way of heaven, for the end of this way!"

Liang Wenyao was shocked all over. At this moment, he finally had a sense of enlightenment, and found the direction of his cultivation, as if walking in the dark, suddenly a bright light appeared, guiding the direction of the future.

"For whom to punch, the Tao will last for thousands of years!"

The pupils in Liang Wenxuan's eyes were extremely resolute, and he said resolutely: "Master, I want to take this path."

"There are many ways to perform, and the complexity is simplified. Your martial arts are too complicated, but none of them are proficient. My boxing intention may not be suitable for you. From today on, you should concentrate on practicing Fuhu Fist." Mo Xingyun threw After saying this, he flew down the Jiuzhai Tianshui Waterfall and disappeared into the ten thousand zhang stream.

And Liang Wenyao stood up slowly, on the same color of sky and water, he continued to practice the martial artist's basic boxing technique, Fuhu boxing, over and over again, day and night.

"There are thousands of Taoism performances, simplifying the complex, and for whom to punch, the Tao has been going on for thousands of years."

Liang Wenyao's thoughts gradually returned to the present, and he kept chanting the words lingering in his ears. He raised his head and looked at Mo Chen's indifferent smile. For some reason, it perfectly overlapped with the figure in his heart.

His whole body trembled, his pupils constricted, as if the electric current passed through his body, his consciousness flowed instantly, and thousands of thoughts drifted away, but it was in an instant, but it seemed that thousands of years had passed.

His eyes shone brightly, and he looked up to the sky and screamed, "I understand, there are thousands of Taoism, and the simplest boxing intention is the existence closest to Tao. It turns out that the master taught me the true meaning of boxing intention a hundred years ago." , I’m just too stupid to comprehend it!”

"Boom!"

The moment he roared, the sky and the earth suddenly turbulent, and a stream of pure and regular power crazily condensed, frantically gathering towards his body, and the aura of his whole body was also climbing crazily, and soon reached the peak of the Eighth Layer of Emperor Zun, But that aura has not stopped, and it is still trying to climb up, as if it wants to break through the last rule realm of this world.

"Subduing the Dragon!"

Liang Wenyao stretched out his right hand, and a ray of light came together.

"Fuhu!"

The left hand opened in accordance with the trend, and another ray of light quickly condensed. The two rays of light are very simple, not majestic and vast, but they contain the purest power of rules.

"This is the simplest Fuhu Fist, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, the fist will be immortal!"

He looked at the sky, his fists were condensed into one, and he went against the current fiercely, as if he wanted to smash the starry sky, break through this space, break through the shackles of the emperor, and want to aspire to the top of the avenue.

The void is collapsing, Yuehua is avoiding, as if he can see the ultimate of the universe, the limit of the world.

Liang Wenyao has practiced Fuhu Fist for a hundred years, and the artistic conception of this punch is by no means worse than anyone else's. Even if he is a titled emperor and the head of a superpower, in the comprehension of boxing, no one can match him. For Fuhu Fist, Mo Chen might not Unattainable.

"Boom... bang!"

The emperor's aura criss-crossed and surged continuously in his body, and finally a soft sound came. Liang Wenyao completed a sharp change at this moment, entered the realm of the emperor's ninth level, and came to the last checkpoint before the end of the martial arts.

This trick of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger finally had the effect that Mo Chen expected. With one punch, the complexity was reduced to simplicity, and the cohesion of the Tao moved the world.

Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, the fist will be immortal!
Mo Chen showed a look of relief, he didn't expect Liang Wenyao to comprehend the meaning of boxing, and at the same time step into the realm of the Ninth Layer Emperor, this is a surprise.

Liang Wenyao came back from the surprise of comprehension, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked deeply at Mo Chen, "You, are you really a master?"

Although he felt that all this was so unbelievable and unacceptable, but emotionally, he had already begun to waver and began to believe.

Mo Chen nodded slightly, and said: "Do you still remember the boxing technique that defeated you back then, the heaven and the earth are one!"

A black fist light emerged in Mo Chen's palm. He has the comprehension of the fist, but he has not fallen into the realm enough to condense the emperor's aura. There is no ninth-level rule, so he can only condense a fist shadow, not a fist mark!
"Instant eternity!"

His palm changed, and another fist shadow emerged. Although it was not solidified, the vast fist still rushed towards his face.

"All ages are empty!"

Mo Chen condensed three fist shadows in one breath, and then used Zijin, Fusheng, Mingwang and Fengyun Fist Palms, the seven great fist seals of the previous life, the four major fist seals were solid, and the three fist seals were illusory, but the artistic conception displayed , Ordinary people simply cannot do it.

"Seven punches, this is Master's seven punches!"

Feeling the seven kinds of fist intentions, a long-lost feeling emerged from the bottom of Liang Wenyao's heart. His eyes were blurred, and tears fell like rain. He no longer had any doubts. He knelt down in the air while crying, and bowed deeply, "Master , It’s really you, it’s really you, haha, that’s great, Master is not dead, Master is not dead.”

A choked sound came out of Liang Wenyao's mouth. While weeping bitterly, he burst into tears and laughed again. Tears of joy kept falling, and he felt that the moonlight had become much more beautiful, and his heart was full of clarity.

Although he didn't know what happened to Master and why he became what he is now, but none of that is important anymore. The important thing is that Master is not dead and Master is back. He believes that sooner or later, his master will rule the world, and the lineage of Xingyun will surely be revived!

This kind of joy is truly indescribable, even stronger than when he broke through the ninth level of Emperor Zun. At this moment, he even feels incoherent and doesn't know how to express it.

Taking a deep breath, he said with great joy: "I knew that no one in the world can kill Master, so what about the Shocking Monument, it can't trap Master."

Mo Chen shook his head, and said in a concentrated voice: "Don't make me a myth. I am a human being, not a god. Even a god will fall. The higher you stand, the more you should realize your own insignificance. You must always remember Don’t worry, I’m not the strongest, so I have to go all out in the face of anyone and anything.”

This world is by no means as simple as it appears on the surface. Even if it returns to the peak of the previous life, in Mo Chen's view, it is nothing more than an ant.

"I would like to obey Master's instruction!" Liang Wenyao said happily.

It's just that at this moment, he doesn't have the heart to listen to Mo Chen's teachings, that kind of joy has already filled everything, and he has no ability to think about other things.

"Someone is coming, let's go first!"

Mo Chen still wanted to say something, but looked up into the distance, countless fluctuations were converging towards this side, so he left this place without hesitation.

Previously, Liang Wenyao understood the meaning of the fist and broke through the realm. The coercion of that punch was the power of the emperor's ninth level.

Sure enough, not long after Mo Chen and the others left, many strong men landed here, and many strong men hid and did not show up. They all looked at the still fluctuating void in surprise, with complex expressions.

However, they searched for a while, but did not find the slightest clue. They turned around and left when someone broke through here.

(End of this chapter)