Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty
Chapter 459 Spirit Fist (Update 1)
"Junior Brother Song!" Lu Chaoyang was shocked.
He didn't care about Zou Shijie, turned around and rushed to Song Lin, holding him.
Song Lin's body was surging with violent power, and Lu Chaoyang felt his palms were numb.
Just touching his body, there was such a strong force.
Lu Chaoyang felt bitter.
Junior Brother Song didn't have such a strong cultivation, and he couldn't do it to this extent at ordinary times. He couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "He is possessed by the devil!"
The other three had surrounded Zou Shijie and suppressed Zou Shijie's restlessness.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zou Shijie began to twitch, as if he had epilepsy. There was a violent power surging in his body, and the three couldn't suppress it.
"This is also possessed by the devil!"
"Brother Lu, what should we do?"
"Quick, abolish their martial arts!"
"This..."
"Quick!" Lu Chaoyang gritted his teeth and said: "If you lose your martial arts, you can practice again, it's better than losing your life!"
"Alas" everyone sighed.
They thought about it and felt that this was the truth. If you lose your martial arts, you can just practice again, but if you lose your life, you can't get it back.
Thinking of this, the three of them were about to take action.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
The two of them spurted out a stream of blood at the same time, and their bodies suddenly collapsed as if their bones were pulled out and turned into a pool of mud.
The violent power in their bodies disappeared, and their bodies instantly became as cold as ice.
At the same time, the blood spurted out condensed into ice in the air, and it crackled when it fell to the ground, breaking into red crystals on the ground.
Everyone was shocked.
This is the worst case.
Their Huangquan Valley mental method is violent, extremely cold, and they can open a restaurant as chefs, and they can also get more of the smell of fireworks.
The smell of fireworks can calm the dryness and coldness of the state of mind, thereby calming the backlash of Huangquan Valley's mental method.
The situation of these two people is the most typical case of being possessed by the devil.
Most Huangquan Valley disciples who are possessed by the devil are like this, with the backlash of the mental method, and their bodies instantly fall into the ice cellar.
"Trouble!"
The four of them pressed their backs to pass the qi, and took out the elixir at the same time, wanting to save their lives.
But seeing this abnormal situation, they were actually desperate.
This is probably beyond salvation.
The Eighteen Layers of Prison-Suppressing Heavenly Heart Method, suppressing it layer by layer, the lower it goes, the more difficult it is, and the stronger the backlash force is.
Once it encounters backlash, it is almost beyond salvation.
But it is rare for a grandmaster to be backlashed, which can only be attributed to the regeneration of the inner demon, thus causing a riot.
Why regenerate the inner demon, or because of stubbornness and paranoia, and getting stuck in a dead end, the situation of both of them is the same.
"Brother Lu..."
"Take the elixir." Lu Chaoyang said in a deep voice.
Knowing that it is powerless to save the situation, you can't just watch it like this, you still have to do your best to treat it.
One is a grandmaster and the other is a promising genius, but they both went astray at the same time, which is simply an anomaly.
When he thought of this, he looked up at the sky and always felt that there was an invisible giant hand stirring everything.
"It's useless. The elixir can't be taken anymore."
"... Forget it."
"Let them go quietly, don't bother."
They have given up.
In this moment, Song Lin and Zou Shijie have lost their breath. The disease came like a mountain, and so did the backlash of their eighteen layers of prison.
Once they are possessed by the devil, the backlash is strong enough to shake the world and destroy their vitality in the blink of an eye.
"Alas!"
The four people's faces were gloomy and depressed.
Lu Chaoyang's face was uncertain.
He asked himself a question: If they were not put under house arrest and stopped, would they still be possessed by the devil?
The answer is no.
They must be possessed by the devil because of the frustration and depression, which led to the birth of the devil in their hearts. If they were not so frustrated, they would not be possessed by the devil.
But if they are not put under house arrest, will they be allowed to do whatever they want?
They will definitely not live long. How could Fakong let them go?
So this is a dead end.
"Brother Lu..." a round-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Don't think too much. We are all like this, but we still can't stop it. We can only say that it is their fate."
"Alas!"
"It is their fate, it is their fate!"
Everyone sighed.
With so many people watching, they couldn't stop it. I originally thought that with me there, the two of them would not have the opportunity to sit down and practice.
But I never thought that they would start to enter the state of concentration and practice while standing. It was simply inexplicable and unexpected.
The King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, and he will never let you die until five o'clock.
"Brother Lu!"
"Brother Lu!"
"Oh," Lu Chaoyang woke up, looked at the bodies of the two people heavily, and sighed: "Bury them properly."
"Brother Lu, think more positively." The round-faced middle-aged man advised: "Don't be as negative as Brother Song."
"Yeah." Lu Chaoyang nodded.
He looked up at the sky.
Suddenly, he felt a little more in awe of fate.
Not all fates can be changed. Some lives and deaths are indeed difficult to change.
Lu Chaoyang said in a deep voice: "How is Junior Brother Lu?"
"He's fine." The round-faced middle-aged man smiled and said: "He has calmed down now and no longer messes around."
"I hope so." Lu Chaoyang felt heavy-hearted.
The death of Junior Brother Song and Junior Brother Lu would be a big loss for Huangquan Valley.
Fakong was practicing boxing in the yard.
His fist was covered with a faint golden light, which was an inch away from the skin, as if he was wearing a golden boxing glove.
Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared in a flash.
He was smiling and was about to report to Fakong when he saw Fakong's fist coming at him.
His hair stood up and his body moved faster than his thoughts. He appeared at the other end of the yard in a flash.
He looked at Fakong's fist in surprise.
Fakong smiled and said, "Let's have a fight to see how powerful it is."
"Abbot, forget it." Lin Feiyang waved his hand hurriedly: "My intuition tells me not to take your punch."
"I won't use any force." Fakong said.
Lin Feiyang still refused.
Fakong said, "Don't worry, you won't die. Let's try the power. I just figured it out."
He had been constantly trying to figure out the Blood Spirit Sword for a while, and finally understood its mystery, and then moved its essence to his body.
He spent a huge amount of brain power to simulate the effect of the Blood Spirit Sword in his body, and achieved this effect by adjusting the route of exercise bit by bit.
To achieve this effect, he burned three months of his lifespan and adjusted it bit by bit in the Wheel of Time Tower.
He really worked hard.
The power has not been tested yet.
Lin Feiyang decided to follow his instincts and said hurriedly, "Look for Faning, Faning is thick-skinned."
"You are tough too." Fakong laughed.
Although Faning seems to be tough, Lin Feiyang is also tough.
Faning possesses the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, and Lin Feiyang's Yuying Sutra is equally mysterious, which can turn reality into illusion, virtualize damage, and also virtualize the body.
He appeared behind Lin Feiyang in a flash and punched out.
Lin Feiyang flashed again and disappeared.
The next moment he appeared at the door of the main house, Fakong was already standing on the steps waiting, and his fist was close.
He could only take it hard.
"Bang!" He seemed to be hit by a high-speed train, crossing the yard from the main house and hitting the south wall.
Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong helplessly with a painful expression on his face.
Fakong laughed and said, "How is it?"
Lin Feiyang raised his arm, his fist was already bloody and fleshy, and you could see the white bones.
Fakong was secretly surprised, and instantly cast several rejuvenation spells on Lin Feiyang.
Lin Feiyang was surprised: "Abbot, what kind of strange boxing is this? Why is it so weird?"
If it weren't for the mysterious Yuying Sutra, which could transform the force by using the force, his fist would have been broken.
It seemed that Fakong had hit him when he flew out just now, but in fact, Fakong was gentle and didn't use any force on his fist.
It was Lin Feiyang who used the force of his fist to transform the force in the air, and used high speed to dissolve the force, but it ended up dissolving nothing.
Fakong didn't use any force on his fist.
With just a light touch, his fist felt like it was stabbed by dozens of swords, and it was miserable.
Fakong said: "Blood Spirit Fist."
According to the boxing derived from the Blood Spirit Sword, it was simply called the Blood Spirit Fist.
"Weird, very weird." Lin Feiyang shook his head and looked at Fakong's fist, which looked normal.
Why did it seem to have turned into a sword?
Fakong smiled and said, "Very interesting,...what do you want to say?"
Lin Feiyang took a look at his fist, which had healed quickly. At this moment, it was numb and itchy, and was scabbing and healing.
He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Abbot. The two guys in Huangquan Valley have gone crazy and died."
"After all, they couldn't escape." Fakong nodded lightly.
He knew that without his careful reminder, the two of them would not be able to escape.
Because from the future, after he had reminded them, Lu Chaoyang would take three people to guard in front of Song Lin and Zou Shijie.
To prevent them from sitting down to practice and prevent them from going crazy.
But in the end, they still couldn't stop them.
Lu Chaoyang knew the temper of the two, so he didn't tell them about this disaster in advance. Otherwise, the more he told them, the more they would not believe it and had to try it.
So, no matter whether Lu Chaoyang said it or not, the two of them would practice at that time and go crazy and die.
The mental method of Huangquan Valley is indeed very dangerous.
This is how magic works are. Innate chronic diseases cannot be completely changed even if they have been passed down for a long time.
"Hey, they died well!" Lin Feiyang was delighted.
Fakong nodded.
These two people must die.
If they don't die, I will be unlucky and will face the pursuit of Prince Chun's Mansion.
Although I am very strong now, and if I fight at home, I may not be afraid of being assassinated by the masters of Prince Chun's Mansion.
But there is still Vajra Temple.
Prince Chun's Mansion can't deal with me, I'm afraid they will attack Vajra Temple.
He was thoughtful and silent.
He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and his thoughts changed immediately.
He suddenly thought, should he go head-to-head with Prince Chun's Mansion?
He is no longer the same person as before, and Vajra Temple is no longer the same Vajra Temple as before. Is it going to be a tough battle?
Lin Feiyang saw him thinking, did not interrupt, and looked down at his fist.
The fist has scabs, and with a gentle touch, the scabs faded, revealing a white mark. The white marks after the scabs are peeled off are not so easy to fade.
He was a little troubled.
How can I get rid of it as soon as possible?
Although he is a man, it is not very elegant to have these white marks on the back of his hands.
Should I go to Mingyue Medicine House to get some ointment to apply to speed up the recovery?
The ointment of Mingyue Medicine House is excellent.
He originally didn't care about his appearance. No matter how ugly he was, he was himself. He made a living by his ability, not his appearance.
But now it is a little different.
He began to care about his appearance.
He finally decided to go to Mingyue Medicine House to buy some ointment, rub it well, and get rid of the white marks as soon as possible.
Fakong said: "You should be careful these two days, Miss Zhu."
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