Shen Xiaoyao, as a lamp god, is not in the three categories of ancient martial artists, cultivators, and supernatural beings in the second world. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But before Shen Xiaoyao obtained the Dao technique of Yin and Yang Life and Death Needle, all his methods were actually subordinate to Gu Wu, even if he was an ancient martial artist, it was not an exaggeration.

The three levels of the ancient martial artist, the acquired, the innate and the martial saint are a process of turning force into qi and qi into gang.

The acquired realm is the realm of "force", and it is more intuitive to say that when Shen Xiaoyao is in this realm, every palm he slaps must hit the enemy's body in order to cause damage.

Therefore, although his Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Palm Wind was fierce and fierce, at that time, it could only blow people crookedly and fly, and when it really hit people's bodies, it was actually like the wind blowing, not to mention causing damage, even if the pain was not very strong.

And after entering the congenital, turning strength into qi and hurting people in the air, for example, at Zhang Xuehan's birthday party at that time, Zhu Sanye slapped Shen Xiaoyao in the air, and even a transparent palm print was faintly visible.

Shen Xiaoyao in the innate realm, and then used the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, the effect was completely different from that in the acquired realm, so he was able to use one as a hundred when facing the wolves before.

And now, after Shen Xiaoyao became crazy, his strength has reached the level of a martial saint, and he can turn his qi into gang!

The sword has a sword gang, the fist has a fist, and the palm naturally has a palm gang.

Gang Qi turned virtual into reality, and where it passed, it was like being swept by a giant palm.

Under this palm, the black and oppressed wolves were forced out of a passage, and none of the hundreds of wolf corpses were intact, and the broken organs and stumps were everywhere.

The power of a palm, terrifying!

When the Mu clan saw that Shen Xiaoyao had killed hundreds of hungry wolves with one palm, their morale was greatly boosted.

But where is the dawn of eternal night so easy to come?

The wolves were not afraid of death, and the passage that Shen Xiaoyao blasted through with one palm was tightly maintained for less than three seconds, and it was filled by the hungry wolves coming from the left and right and behind.

Not only that, the huge casualties of the wolves seemed to arouse the anger of the wolf king, and he let out a long howl, and immediately responded to the wolves in all directions.

Listening to these wolf howls, Shen Xiaoyao's face became more and more ugly.

"This wolf king seems to be mobilizing a larger number of wolves to come!"

He originally thought that although the number of wolves was large, it was only a few thousand at most, and the strength of his madness was so strong that even he himself did not expect it.

Although ten minutes is not a long time, if he tries his best to kill these thousands of wolves, it should be barely enough.

But he never expected that the number of wolves far exceeded his imagination, and under the call of the wolf king, there was a steady stream of hungry wolves to join the wolf pack.

In this case, he can protect the Mu clan within ten minutes, but once he enters the weak period after ten minutes, he will be like these Mu clansmen, let this wolf pack slaughter, and finally die from the wolf's mouth.

Shen Xiaoyao, who was in a state of madness, used the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and the palms turned into golden dragons, blasting into the wolves in all directions, and each golden dragon would turn dozens of hungry wolves into a blood mist.

The wolves were stopped by Shen Xiaoyao, and as soon as they got within 30 meters of the Mu clan, they would be bombarded and killed by Zhanggang.

The wolves were stopped thirty meters away from the group, unable to move even a half-step.

And Shen Xiaoyao was also in a struggle in his heart.

Time was ticking, ten minutes were going to pass quickly, and he had to make a choice in ten minutes—

Do you want to go, or do you want to stay?

Walking, at most, will not be able to pass the test, and there will be no danger to life.

And if he stays, he is destined to be buried for the Mu clan.

With his current strength, if he is bent on leaving, there is no difficulty.

But if he wants to let go of the people who take him as his spiritual support, and let go of Mu Daihan, who is attached to and worships him, he asks himself if he is not so ruthless.

"The big husband walks in the world, does something and does nothing, born with my life, the meaning of it is not to survive!" In the interval of waving his palm, Shen Xiaoyao wiped a handful of blood from his face, glanced back at the Mu clan, and met Mu Daihan's bright eyes, and made a decision in an instant, "You regard me as the big leader, Daihan, you regard me as the sky, today, I will go crazy for you!" ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and his palms flew up, and a golden dragon flew out from between his hands and rushed into the wolves.

Even if he knew that all this was an illusion, whether it was the Mu clan or Mu Daihan, it might not exist at all.

Even if he knew that if he died here, he might really die in reality.

But he still didn't hesitate.

He doesn't care whether it's true or not, he only knows that these people are affectionate, righteous, flesh and blood.

He doesn't care about life or death, he only asks about his heart.

This is Shen Xiaoyao!

At this moment, amid the roar of the battle and the screams of the wolves, a faint whistle sounded.

The sound of this flute is light and melodious, and it conveys the breath of hope.

The people of the Mu clan were a little intoxicated by the sound of this flute, and their gloomy and gloomy hearts seemed to have been sown with a seed, which pulled out its tender green teeth, and grew and spread tenaciously......

The originally gloomy clansmen raised their heads one after another.

"It's a little princess!"

"The little princess is encouraging us with the sound of the flute!"

"Cheer up, there is hope in life! What are wolves? Who says we are going to die? ”

"That's right! There is still hope! Look at the big chief! As long as he's there, we can overcome everything! Wolves, they'll retreat! The dark jungle will also go out! ”

"Muhammad is immortal!" In the crowd, I don't know who roared.

Suddenly, everyone raised their fists and torches and shouted.

"Muhammad is immortal!"

"Muhammad is immortal!"

"Muhammad is immortal! Muhammad is immortal! Muhammad is immortal! ”

Hope infected everyone, and their voices grew louder and louder, even drowning out the wolf howls one after another.

Shen Xiaoyao also looked up at the sky and muttered, "Sure enough, God bless the Mu clan, is the Mu clan immortal?" ”

His bloodstained face was full of smiles, and the corners of his lips were raised high, drawing a confident arc.

"It's time for it to end!"

Shen Xiaoyao's self-confidence comes from Mu Daihan's flute.

There is the sound of flutes, and naturally there are flutes.

And as long as there is a flute, Shen Xiaoyao can cast a soul dementor sound!

Wolves are beasts, they don't have any minds, Shen Xiaoyao wants to control them, absolutely effortlessly!

"Daihan, give me the flute!" Shen Xiaoyao said as he continued to wave his palm to block the wolves.

The melodious flute stopped abruptly, and Mu Daihan walked in front of Shen Xiaoyao in line with the crowd and handed the flute over.

"Brother......

"Daihan, believe me, Mu Shi is immortal!" Shen Xiaoyao took the piccolo in Mu Daihan's hand and gently stroked her slightly pale little face.

In the gap between Shen Xiaoyao and Mu Daihan talking, the wolves that had lost their hindrance rushed up frantically.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters......

Shen Xiaoyao was not in a hurry, and slowly put the piccolo to his lips.