In the main hall of the Futian Palace, a tall and thin man sat quietly on a futon, looking down at the entrance of the cave in a meditative position.

"Fate has sent you here, and fate will kill you here. Yamada said when he saw a quiet mouth.

Wang Yong walked slowly to the main hall with a thick smile on his face: "You are also the director of the main hall of the shrine, how can you be the same as the god stick of the rivers and lakes? ”

"What did you say?" Yamada suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, a chilling momentum emanated from him, like a billowing wolf smoke rising up and burning into the sky.

"That's right, this is a bit of a director of the shrine main hall!" Wang Yong slapped his palms twice and said.

Judging from the essence displayed by Yamada Miichi alone, Yamada Miichi's physical strength has at least reached the peak realm of transforming strength.

Simply relying on the method of religion to transport qi and blood, and cultivating to the peak of strength, this is actually an incredible thing. If it wasn't Yoshio Funakoshi who fought with Wang Yong at the beginning, but Miichi Yamada, I'm afraid Wang Yong would have died in the ring a long time ago.

It's just that at this time and at that time, Wang Yong at that time and Wang Yong now are not the same thing.

"Yinglang, come here! You are the favorite son of the Great Imperial God, come to my side and I will guarantee your safety. Yamada saw that he waved at Yinglang in the air.

Then I saw Yinglang walking towards Yamada Miichi in a daze, Yinglang's father hurriedly reached out and wanted to hold his son, who knew that he couldn't pull it at all. It seems that Yinglang has a thousand strengths, and no one can stop him from walking towards the arms of Yamada Miichi.

"Carving insect skills!" Wang Yong pinched his right hand, forming a fetal-shaped fist print.

The sound of two heartbeats sounded in Yinglang's ears, and the next second, Yinglang's heart resonated, and it also rang twice violently. Then Yinglang instantly came to his senses and looked blankly at where he was.

Wondering how I got here?

"Master?"

"Do you remember the fetal seal I taught you? Pinch out this fist intent, and some soul-confusing techniques will be ineffective against you. The Tibetan realm of the womb is to say that the Buddha nature is hidden in everyone's heart, just like the child hides the mother's womb. Contemplating this fist seal naturally stimulates the latent Buddha nature and is not afraid of temptation. Wang Yong said.

Yinglang nodded, and immediately recalled the fetal Tibetan seal, contemplating the philosophy of fist intent in it.

However, Yinglang is currently able to do this, but it's okay to visualize. If you forcibly cultivate the Fetal Tibetan Seal, you will have a situation of going crazy because your own qi and blood are not strong enough.

Seeing that Wang Yong had broken his bewitching technique in just a few words, Yamada couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The bewitching techniques he performed were not those hypnotic techniques on the street, but were performed with the help of the thousands of years of wish power accumulated in the Putian Mangong. The main hall and stalactite cave of the Putian Palace actually contain a large number of spiritual remnants of believers and previous priests, and the power of these remnants gathered together is extremely powerful, and even he will be caught off guard by being attacked, who knows that Wang Yong will break it at once.

"Childe, those stalactites are weird. The special topography combined with the stone creates a force field that allows it to absorb and preserve the remnants of the spirit. That guy just used the remnants of this temple. The sword slave glanced at the stalactite cave and said.

Wang Yong actually saw that he had exchanged feng shui knowledge with Zhudian when he was in Tai O before. There are many strange topography in nature, and these terrains will produce different effects. For example, the human body is actually a feng shui bureau, which locks the life and spirit from being lost. When the old age and body are decrepit, the feng shui bureau begins to collapse, and the spirit of life cannot be locked, and gradually moves towards death step by step.

"Obviously this is the purpose of luring me here, he wants to use the power of the spiritual blessings of the Putian Palace against me. It's a pity that 10,000 ordinary people together are not worth one Gundam. There are indeed a lot of divine thoughts accumulated in this shrine, but they are all the same as you, and they are useless. It's a bit naïve to use these against me!" Wang Yong looked around and said lightly.

Wang Yong is a person who has just experienced the world of remnants of a master like Bai Mi'er, and even that kind of remnant world has not been able to trap Wang Yong in the end, what can these chaotic remnants of uneven levels do?

Yamada didn't know this, he just heard Wang Yong's insult to him.

Yamada's body trembled slightly when he saw that he was angry, and his eyes burst out with a thick murderous intent: "Wang Yong! Your words have already deeply provoked me! Originally, I wanted to capture you alive and give you a chance to make jade, but now it's gone!"

"What is jade?" Wang Yong frowned.

Yamada didn't answer, but let out a long howl, and his voice was extremely poignant. This sound caused a gust of wind to blow through the rattle hanging at the entrance of the main hall.

Jingle and rattle make an oozing sound, like a prelude to the appearance of female ghosts in Oriental horror movies, which makes people can't help but feel creepy.

In an instant, the entire Putian Mangong Palace darkened, the sky was dim, there were no stars and no moon, and a large cloud of mist quietly fell to the ground, blurring the shape of Yamada Mi.

Although Yinglang was pinching the fetal seal at this time, he still couldn't help but have a look of horror.

Because this scene is so similar to the legendary Shura Hell, that Yinglang's mood is almost shaken.

Yinglang is like this, and Yinglang's father is even more unbearable.

Yinglang's father stared ahead in horror, as if he had seen the ghost of the second child who had just died, trembling, and was about to collapse.

"Knock knock", at this time, two heartbeat sounds sounded, shattering the illusion of Yinglang's father.

Yinglang's father turned his head to look, but Wang Yong didn't know when he appeared beside him.

"Stand still. Yinglang, protect your father. ”

After Wang Yong finished speaking, the fetal Tibetan seal he was holding instantly bloomed, the five-fingered lotus opened, and the surging fist intent surged out, surging forward in the mist.

But it was the Tibetan seal that suddenly transformed into the seal of the Ming king.

Snort, snort, the fog was like encountering the wrath of the Ming King, making a tragic burning sound. The vague main hall of the Futenmangu Palace, which was concealed, gradually revealed a shadow.

But Miichi Yamada, who was sitting inside, disappeared.

"Hmph, if you honestly use your physical strength to fight me, you still have room to resist. But you have chosen flashy Shinto sorcery! This kind of spiritual attack is useless for a Dan Jin master!"

Wang Yong's last four words were said word by word, and every word said would sound a thunderous roar between heaven and earth.

After saying four words, the vision suddenly opened up, and the starlight fell back on the earth.

And Yamada saw that his sneaky figure seemed to be illuminated by a searchlight, and he suddenly froze in place.

At this time, he was only ten meters away from Wang Yong.

He was hunched over, like a hungry wolf who chose the opportunity to sneak attack, ready to attack Wang Yong.

"How is that possible?" said Yamada Michi, shocked.

He had used this move to kill many powerful martial arts masters, and none of those martial arts masters could see through his body under the spiritual barrier. In the end, he punched his head and died.

And today, with the blessing of the wish power of the Putian Palace, the power of the spiritual barrier is more than doubled.

But even so, it was still broken by Wang Yong effortlessly.

What the hell is going on? Is Wang Yong's strength so terrifying?

Wang Yong looked at Yamada Jianyi playfully and said, "Give you a chance to use your physical strength to take my punch in a dignified manner." ”

A flash of annoyance flashed in Yamada's eyes: "I'm not here to take your punch, I'm here to kill you!"

As he spoke, Yamada saw that he jumped up one by one, and in a breath, his figure had changed from a shriveled thin and tall man to a strong and powerful man.

There was a rumbling sound of qi and blood carrying through his body, as if a great river was flowing in his veins.

"That's a little interesting!" Wang Yong nodded and smiled.

Then gently step up and deliver a punch.

In the middle of the fist, it suddenly changed and became a captivity.

In the eyes of everyone, Wang Yong's identity has also changed, no longer Wang Yong, but has become a Sun Dasheng who pierced the sky and made trouble in the heavenly palace.

This captivity, just like the moment when Sun Dasheng's golden hoop stick smashed into the South Heavenly Gate, carried a raging anger and a momentum of contempt for everything. What Manchu Dynasty Immortal Class, what Heavenly Bodhisattva, what Jade Emperor, what Buddha Buddha, all lost color under this captivity.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one Sun Dasheng left.

"This kind of kung fu ......," Yamada saw with deep fear in his eyes.

He used to think that Wang Yong's so-called "take me a punch" was an insult to himself, but now he knows that Wang Yong is telling the truth.

He couldn't even take Wang Yong's punch.

"Run! If you don't run, you must explain here!" Yamada saw that his face changed drastically, and he suddenly changed his body and turned around and ran.

"Want to run?" Wang Yong's voice appeared behind Yamada Miichi.

Before Yamada could react, he felt an irresistible huge fist intent enveloping his whole body, and his mind was instantly frozen by this fist intent, and the movements, heartbeat, and breathing of the whole person slowed down.

By the time everything returned to normal, Yamada Miichi had already fallen into the hands of Wang Yong.

Wang Yong pinched Yamada Miichi's neck and asked lightly, "Now you can tell me what jade is, right?"

Yamada saw a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, he didn't understand, why he had been cultivating for so many years, and his qi and blood had been transported to the extreme, why he couldn't even catch Wang Yong's move.

Seeing the confusion in Yamada's eyes, Wang Yong laughed and said, "Your old problem with Shinto cultivation is just that, you have no physical strength and no way to fight. It's like a big man who is as strong as an ox, but he can't beat a child with a gun in his hand. In fact, Shinto cultivation is not a side door, in ancient times, there were countless masters in religious sects, and they all followed this path. But why can? Because they didn't neglect the way they played, such as the White Lotus Sect in Huaxia, the Yellow Turban Army, the Five Dou Rice Dao, and so on, all of them used battlefield killing to strengthen themselves. The same is true of you monks and soldiers in ancient times. It's a pity that when it comes to your generation, you have left a shell to carry qi and blood, forgetting that the actual combat of battlefield killing is also an indispensable means. ”

"I see!" Yamada saw a sudden enlightenment, only to fall into despair again.

What if you know this? He has basically become a dead man, and Wang Yong will never let him go.

"I answered you a question, and you should answer me a question. What is jade, is it related to this if you want to take Yinglang away, and is Zheng Rong in the hands of your shrine main hall?"

Wang Yong asked three questions in one breath, blinked at the end, and explained: "I used a pause sign in the middle, and a question mark was used at the end." So that's still a problem. ”

"......" Yamada Miichi wanted to smack Wang Yong's face.

Do you have any interest in playing these tricks on a dying man?