At this moment, Mu Yi is equivalent to falling into a desperate situation, and he will firmly grasp any life-saving straw.

Since he began to practice that set of nameless boxing techniques, Mu Yi didn't know the origin of this set of boxing techniques, and he didn't even have a name, at the beginning he also asked Lao Dao, but he was perfunctory by Lao Dao, but when he thought about it at this moment, he seemed to remember that Lao Dao had said something to himself.

He said that this set of boxing techniques should not have a name, he didn't understand it at the time, and then gradually forgot it, if it wasn't for the situation he has fallen into now, I'm afraid he wouldn't have remembered this sentence either.

What does it mean that there should never be a name? If it's just a simple, ordinary foundation building boxing method, wouldn't it be okay to just take a name casually? You must know that the old Tao was in its heyday, but it condensed the existence of the Dao species, but it was later left to Mu Yi.

And would such a strong man say such meaningless words? Should there be a name, or should there be no name?

Just thinking of it, Mu Yi got up directly, although after a year of torture, even his cultivation has regressed, but his strong physique is not much of a problem, even if he has just vented, he is still full of strength.

Although he hadn't practiced for a long time, this nameless boxing technique had long been deeply rooted in his bones, like instinct, and he could never forget it.

And at this moment, Mu Yi is the most primitive, what the old Taoist taught him at the beginning, not the nameless boxing method that later became himself, and there were some more changes.

The first time, nothing changed, but Mu Yi did not give up, but over and over again, and it seemed that there would never end.

The madness came again, and the nameless boxing technique seemed to have no hope at all, but Mu Yi still did not give up, while resisting this madness with that terrifying will, he continued to practice boxing, and at this moment he already had a faint intuition in his heart.

If he wants to get out alive, maybe this set of punches is the only hope, so in order to survive, he will not give up.

Time passed, Mu Yi's face became hideous again, his eyes were full of endless madness, but in that madness, there was still a trace of persistence, that is, the insistence on the nameless boxing method, if even this nameless boxing method didn't work, then let him be completely destroyed in this boxing method.

The instinct of the body allows Mu Yi to be full of madness at the moment, even if he is already delirious, it is still not interrupted, but there are some things, even if he is instinctive, he can't resist it, such as madness.

And after all, he was lost again, and once again chose to vent.

"Failed again?"

Lying on the stone platform, after gradually sobering up, Mu Yi couldn't help but talk to himself.

"No, it seems that this time it has lasted a little longer," Then, Mu Yi dragged his tired body to get up, and as long as it was verified that there was an effect, it would be enough for him, and even regardless of his body, he got up directly and started boxing again.

For Mu Yi, this is no longer masochism, but a contest, a contest between life and death, a contest between oneself and oneself, and in this contest, only the will is the most important, at this time, Mu Yi is waiting, waiting for the day when the will transforms.

As a result, he no longer thinks about it, it's nothing more than death, if he is no longer afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of?

At this moment, Mu Yi seemed to be able to break through life and death, there was no longer a trace of distractions in his mind, only wholeheartedly punching, his eyes, his body, gradually emitted a trace of brilliance, which belonged to the brilliance of the will.

This brilliance seems insignificant at first, but as time goes by, it continues to grow stronger, which is Muyi's belief.

Failure, failure, or failure.

In the blink of an eye, two full years had passed since Mu Yi came here, which was far beyond his previous limit, and he didn't even think about it at first.

As for cultivation, as he expected, he had retreated to the first turn of perfection, and even kept retreating, but Mu Yi didn't care at all, at this moment, his whole person, like a sun, was constantly illuminating this space, even if he didn't open the Destruction Method, he had already seen everything here, and that light was the brilliance of his will.

And Mu Yi looks extremely thin, just like skin and bones, the nameless boxing technique is still constantly being displayed by him, it looks like an ordinary person practicing boxing, without the slightest cleverness, but if you look carefully, you will be slowly moved, because every punch of his is the ultimate embodiment of his will, and even with a trace of indelible charm in it, it seems to be eternal.

"It's been two years."

The outside world is still the top of the temple, the Holy Venerable said in an inexplicable tone, but compared with a year ago, there was a hint of hope in his eyes at this moment, although he could not know the situation there, but he knew very well whether Mu Yi was still alive.

And at this moment, Mu Yi is alive, so it is enough.

That place is actually a Jedi, a place where there is no turning back, and for countless years, too many people have been buried, and no one has ever come out of it.

Among these people, it is extremely rare or even rare to be able to persist in it for a year, and only three of them can last for a year and a half, two years, which have never been, and Mu Yi is the first.

"Maybe he can really get out of there." Even with the state of mind of the Holy Venerable, this will slowly make waves.

"One year to go." The middle-aged man still said indifferently, but when he turned around, the indifference in his eyes seemed to melt a little, and he felt a little more relieved.

"Yes, there's still one year, and it's the most important year." The Holy Venerable nodded suddenly, "As long as he can come out, it will be a gamble on the foundation accumulated by the human race for countless years, and I will also let him take that step." ”

"You've decided?" The middle-aged man looked at the Venerable in surprise.

"Isn't that exactly what you want?" The Venerable smiled slightly.

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.

And at this moment, Mu Yi knew everything that was happening in the outside world, in fact, when the brilliance of his will was enough to illuminate this space, he vaguely understood that the madness could no longer stop him, and he won with his own strength.

It's just that at this moment, there is a metamorphosis taking place in his sea of consciousness, an inexplicable thing, slowly gestation, just intuition, Mu Yi is detailed, once that thing is completely conceived, it will be earth-shattering.

Although Mu Yi's body is still constantly punching, his consciousness has entered a state similar to Nirvana rebirth, it can be said that what is boxing at the moment is just an unconscious exorcism.

(Chapter 2 arrives!) ）