Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Looking at the fist that broke through the air, like a dragon, like a fairy, like a god, and like the sun patrolling the sky.

At this moment, Wu Xingyun's face was pale, and he seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force. He could not use any of his true energy or secret techniques.

Endless memories from nearly a hundred years ago flashed by.

Facing this death crisis, Wu Xingyun actually developed a strange sense of relief. The red mark between his eyebrows blossomed and turned into a lotus, and then he closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, this was beyond Wu Xingyun's expectations.

When that powerful and domineering fist force approached him, Wu Xingyun only felt like a gentle breeze blowing past him, bringing with it a sense of comfort that went straight into his soul, making him unable to help but let out a soft moan.

A century of mood is broken in one day.

At this moment, Wu Xingyun felt that he had reached the peak of sexual pleasure.

All the grudges, regrets for sneak attacks, and melodramatic love stories seem insignificant at this moment.

Wuyazi is just a talented but unemotional man who is not even liked by dogs.

Li Qiu Shui is nothing more than a dissolute woman with an extreme personality and a jealous heart. She is not worth getting angry at all.

Li Canghai, um...junior sister is not bad, very smooth.

Wu Xingyun was immersed in endless illusions, and even she herself was unaware that when her century-old state of mind was broken, the shackles and fetters on her body were also completely opened.

This is both a bad thing and a good thing.

If one's state of mind is broken, one may go astray, suffer from demonic possession, suffer a sharp drop in cultivation, and lose the entire state of mind.

But at the same time, after breaking the shackles of the state of mind, if one can sublime it to the utmost, it will allow Wu Xingyun to reach another level from then on, and even the road to becoming a Martial Saint will be opened.

At the same time, Yang Zhao was also confused by Wu Xingyun's sudden change.

Just now, Yang Zhao had an epiphany during the battle, and all his skills merged into a fighting will.

It is like the realm of martial arts, from mastering it, it suddenly soars to the realm of returning to nature and entering the Tao.

So in that state, Yang Zhao directly delivered a powerful punch that was comparable to a punch from a Martial Saint.

But this punch was too fierce, and it easily tore through Wu Xingyun's strongest attack and blew it up on the spot.

At the critical moment, Yang Zhao used his own martial arts to disperse the tremendous power in the fist.

The fist passed through Wu Xingyun's body without hurting him at all.

However, just after this punch, Wu Xingyun looked at Yang Zhao coquettishly, and then closed her eyes. She floated over like a beautiful snake and wrapped around Yang Zhao.

The vast plain is vast.

Or maybe, this Wu Xingyun is actually a masochist.

Well, actually it was Wu Xingyun who was trapped in some kind of illusion and perception.

Faced with this situation, Yang Zhao didn't know what to do for a moment.

After a while, Yang Zhao felt Wu Xingyun's long legs rubbing against him, and kept asking him to drink sugar water, and his face suddenly felt hot.

This happened in broad daylight, with everyone watching the sky. It was so shameful.

Then, Yang Zhao waved his hand, and his true energy rolled up thousands of floating clouds, forming one shielding phenomenon after another, tightly wrapping the place where the two were.

Yang Zhao was not at all attracted by Wu Xingyun's long legs.

Nor is he lingering on the other's slender waist.

It’s not for hiding and secretly drinking sugar water.

Yang Zhao just felt that the other party was in the state of illusion sublimation, which was a great opportunity, and it was a pity that it was destroyed out of thin air.

No problem, that's it.

Chapter 161 If you have the guts, don’t hold your waist when you talk

There are actually many ways to break through, transform, and sublimate.

Some people like to go into seclusion, relying on perseverance like water dripping through a stone, to break through their own bottlenecks and thus achieve breakthroughs.

Some people are blessed with good fortune. Just by jumping off a cliff or getting injured, they will be given opportunities to transform themselves.

Some people are extremely gifted and can maintain their fighting spirit and elevate themselves in all kinds of battles and adversities.

As for Wu Xingyun, amidst the great terror of life and death, he saw the truest side of his heart, which was also the side that was most hidden.

When this truest self conflicts with the attitude, personality, and thinking that we develop in our daily lives, we will encounter inner demons.

To be able to overcome the inner demons is the most essential form of sublimation.

Yang Zhao had no intention of killing Wu Xingyun directly or destroying Wu Xingyun's opportunity.

As the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect, Wu Xingyun is a natural ally of Yang Zhao.

Therefore, Yang Zhao chose to remain motionless, letting the other party fiddle with it on their own, neither taking the initiative nor refusing, while at the same time being a responsible approach.

The mist is floating, blocking all prying eyes.

Yang Zhao and Wu Xingyun floated in the sky for two days.

If Yang Zhao did not have the support of various BUG-level secret techniques such as the Pure Yang Immaculate Taoist Body, the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, and the Origin of Qi Body, even a Martial Saint might not be able to maintain flight for two days.

On the third day, a great sun rose in the far east, with brilliant light that broke through all the clouds and mist.

After being wrapped in infinite true energy and struggling for two whole days, Wu Xingyun finally woke up from the endless illusions of his inner demons.

Floating under a white cloud, Wu Xingyun blinked his eyelashes lightly and stretched his body, looking very lazy.

But soon afterwards, a scream that pierced the sky came from the clouds.

After a moment.

Wu Xingyun was dressed neatly, his face flushed with anger and murderous intent. He looked at Yang Zhao and shouted, "You are not Junior Sister, who are you?"

Yang Zhao was confused, and then he said in shock: "What little junior sister? No way, are you a lesbian?"

Wu Xingyun's face suddenly turned red as blood, and he hit Yang Zhao directly on the chest.

boom!

The Tianshan Six Yang Palm was extremely ferocious and domineering, but unfortunately it was unable to defeat Yang Zhao's Pure Yang Immaculate Dao Body, which had already reached the intermediate level.

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, and the true energy in his body rose.

Although the opponent did not use his full strength in the previous palm attack, it was still aimed at his life.

Bah, what a scumbag, a scumbag who doesn’t recognize you once she puts on her pants.

At this time, Wu Xingyun, who had hit Yang Zhao with a palm, was also stunned on the spot.

The familiar touch made Wu Xingyun quickly recall his experiences in the past two days, both in his inner demonic realm and in the reality of his awakening.

This great treasure that I have preserved for nearly a hundred years is gone just like that?

Junior sister, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry for you.

As Wu Xingyun thought about it, tears began to fall from his eyes. He felt as if all the bones had been pulled out of him and he was about to collapse to the ground.

Such a big beauty came towards him, and Yang Zhao caught her easily.

A familiar yet unfamiliar masculine scent arrives.

Wu Xingyun suddenly shuddered as if she had received an electric shock. Her face showed an extremely resentful look. She said, “You damned little thief, I will chop you into pieces.”

Although he spoke fiercely, Wu Xingyun didn't know why he was unwilling to take action from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Zhao rolled his eyes speechlessly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll cut you into pieces, but you'd better think carefully first. You were the first to start. I will cooperate with you throughout the whole process."

"Humph, if I wasn't afraid that you would die in the Heart Demon Tribulation, do you think I would want an old woman like you?"

Wu Xingyun glanced at his loose white hair and felt sad.

But soon, Wu Xingyun looked at his own skin as smooth as jade, his long legs and slim waist, and then he lowered his head to see the magnificent toes.

How is she worse than a little girl?

The skills that I practiced were learned from the Changchun Gong, which can bring eternal youth.

His body functions were locked at the age of eighteen at an early age. Even if his powers were exhausted and he died tragically on the spot, he would have died at the age of eighteen.

Phew, that's not important.

Wu Xingyun cursed in his heart that he was shameless, and then glared at Yang Zhao fiercely again.

However, this time, the previous resentment and ferocity were gone. Instead, there was a hint of fierce and cuteness in the endless coldness and arrogance.

Yang Zhao was so moved that he couldn't help but reach out his hand.

Sure enough, it was just as I thought, very smooth and tender.

Snapped!

Wu Xingyun slapped away Yang Zhao's dirty hand that was pinching her face, and his expression became more ferocious.

Yang Zhao looked at him with disdain and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? You don't remember, do you want me to help you recall? Just yesterday, you were so flirtatious and invited me to drink sugar water."

The memory of that shameful scene flashed through Wu Xingyun’s mind.

Wu Xingyun immediately lost his temper and shouted, “You bastard, don’t tell me!”

Seeing Wu Xingyun getting angry and embarrassed, Yang Zhao quickly stopped while he was ahead.

After slowly putting on his clothes, Yang Zhao said, "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. What should we do next? Rong'er, Yuyan, Yanfei, and everyone in your Lingjiu Palace are waiting outside."

Wu Xingyun's eyes widened and he said, "Asshole, you actually have so many women?"

Yang Zhao was stunned, then said: "What a strange thing. It's normal for a man as outstanding as me to have several wives."

In this day and age, there is nothing wrong with what Yang Zhao said.

Wu Xingyun was so angry that he was stunned. He said, "You bastard, aren't you afraid of working yourself to death?"

Yang Zhao sneered, "Haha, who is tired, you or me? If you have the guts, don't hold your waist when you talk."

hiss!

Wu Xingyun was stimulated by Yang Zhao's words and instinctively withdrew his hand, but he felt a soreness and emptiness in his waist, and his legs were shaking.

I'm so angry. How can this bastard be so strong?

Junior sister, I’m sorry for you.

Wu Xingyun's cultivation level has improved once again, and he has already surpassed the realm of heaven and man, but he is still unable to enter the realm of martial saint.

But even so, Wu Xingyun felt that he couldn't bear it anymore and was in a very bad state.

Forget it, I’ve failed this time.

Wu Xingyun was in a state of confusion and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long while, Wu Xingyun glared at Yang Zhao, took out a token, and said, "Lingjiu Palace will be merged into Xiaoyao Sect. If you use this to speak, everyone in Lingjiu Palace will obey you."

Yang Zhao took the token and asked out of instinct: "What about you?"

Wu Xingyun felt a sweet sensation in his heart for some reason, but then his expression straightened up and he said, "What do you care about me? I'm going to go into seclusion and stabilize my realm!"

After saying this, Wu Xingyun used the teleportation technique and hid deep inside the Lingjiu Palace.

Until this moment, the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed.

Chapter 162: Martial Arts on the Stone Carvings of Lingjiu Palace

After nearly a month, under Yang Zhao's reorganization, Tianshan Lingjiu Palace was smoothly integrated into the Xiaoyao Sect.

There is a shared heritage between the two.

Yang Zhao has a personal token given by Wu Xingyun.

In addition, the current Xiaoyao Sect has dwindled in numbers, with only Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu, a total of about ten people.

Once Lingjiu Palace is integrated into Xiaoyao Sect, there will be even fewer barriers between them.

After figuring out the general direction of subject integration.

Yang Zhao quickly handed over all matters to the hands of Wang Yuyan, Huang Rong and Yan Fei, and asked the three of them to work together to manage the entire Xiaoyao Sect.

As for Yang Zhao, he forced his way into Wu Xingyun's secret retreat room and after staying there for three days, he went to the back hall of Lingjiu Palace alone.