Chapter 101: A Pilgrimage Punch

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All of them had an unbelievable look on their faces, they were enough to kill a Quenning Yuan First Realm thousands of times, and they didn't even touch the corners of their clothes, and they completely disappeared into nothing?

What kind of terrifying power is this!?

They looked at Kumen as if they were looking at a monster, with deep fear.

A breath of time passes.

Kumen withdrew his right hand, the expression on his face was neither sad nor joyful, but his voice suddenly sounded, with an incomparably grand will, deafening, as if he was trying a prisoner who had committed a great crime.

"I have a race, I claim to be eternal, my way, do whatever you want, and if all beings recognize me as a god, then I am a god!"

"One day, knowing that a small clan will invade our people in the coming day, my enemies should slaughter them!"

"My people are still maturing, only I personally come here, on this way, I understand one step, one punch, footwork has been successful, this boxing, has not been used, today, I will use your small life, to sacrifice this punch, in order to set an example!"

The voice of the bitter gate became louder and louder, and finally, like the god of thunder standing above the nine heavens, he let out a wrath, thunder erupted, and the thunderous resounding resounded in one heaven and earth!

Then, he saw that the power of faith around Kumen began to gather into his right fist, and in the air, the thoughts of countless small beings who didn't know anything also seemed to be attracted, and quickly entered his fist.

There were terrifying energy fluctuations on the fist, and the air was trembling constantly, as if it couldn't stand such a momentum, and a terrifying aura of destruction came from it, but it seemed brilliant and grand, like the Jinluan Palace's hundreds of dynasties and martial arts, ten thousand years of imperial dynasties, never declining, with no regrets, and tenacious willpower.

Snort!

Before the attack could be dispatched, the surroundings were like being sawed with a saw, snorting and bursting, turning into powder.

A white divine light gradually emerged from the fist, like a mist and a phantom, faintly, and even a beautiful song could be heard echoing in it, like a song, poignant, ethereal, extremely beautiful.

"My punch method, so far I have only realized one punch, called pilgrimage!" In a thunderous roar, Kumen's right fist struck out an ordinary straight punch, this punch looked extremely clumsy, like a punch that even a child who has not yet reached an age can swing at will.

However, when the bitter door has been waving its fist out, the heaven and the earth suddenly quiet, a kind of will mixed by all living beings suddenly appeared here, covering the entire heaven and earth, this will, unruly, paranoid and stubborn, one punch out, a hundred ghosts are not frightened, no regrets, indomitable!

Boom Boom!

The air was exploding, the ground was flying, and countless corpses were swept into the sky, and when they fell, they didn't know where they were.

In the midst of this, the people of the Yin family seemed to feel the countless thoughts in it: in this world, there is a kind of people who believe in the gods, claim to be the people of the gods, and regard faith as something a hundred times more important than life. Whoever violates their faith, they will be exterminated by the most brutal means. And among them, there is such a group of people. They spend their lives just to be able to get close to the gods, and for this, even if they give a lifetime of time or even life, they will never regret it.

Such people are called pilgrims.

When they see a direction, they go all the way forward, without pausing in between, eating dry food when they are hungry, drinking some water when they are thirsty, never turning around, never turning around, never changing direction, praying like a god all the time.

All the way forward, even if they came to the precipice, their faces did not change, knowing that they would die, they still stepped on the past! Even if the front was covered with iron thorns, they only relied on their flesh and blood, not covering or blocking, and passed straight to the past, until the skin and flesh bloomed and blood splashed everywhere! Even if there were turbulent waves and a great river with an undercurrent surging in front of them! Even if there were fierce beasts, fierce tigers, and the call of death in front of them, they still recklessly and moved forward one step at a time!

The moment they moved forward, they knew that they would rather die on the way forward than live on the way back!

Before they left, they had already made up their minds:

"I'm going, I don't see my master, I don't return!"

Suddenly, in the midst of that punch, countless thoughts seemed to be excited, and they shouted in unison!

"No return!"

"No return!"

"No return!"

The Yin family and the others all looked like ashes, with a look of despair on their faces, and muttered in their mouths: "The true meaning of martial arts...... What kind of person is he, how can only a person with extremely strong strength use the realm, how can it appear in him, a young man who only needs to forge his body?!"

The martial arts are sincere, and the virtual is solid.

It's too late to think about it.

Boom Boom Boom !!!

The terrifying energy scorched the sky, and the straight fist was swung out, but there was no real energy appeared, but the appearance of a higher level of will, but this roaring sound was like the eruption of thousands of floods, pouring down, volcanoes gushing, invisible and colorless, and the momentum was mighty, like thousands of troops trampling on iron hooves!

Swish.

A fist wind like a breeze swept by, like the most common breeze in ordinary times, only a few wisps of green silk could be blown, and there was no other use.

But this time, the breeze blew by.

All of them had their pupils shrunk sharply, and the protective shield formed by all the true qi around them had almost no reaction, and at the next moment, after the breeze blew, everyone was stiff and motionless, and their eyes were still full of horror, but the breath on their bodies was completely gone.

Seventeen human quenching realm powerhouses, all of them lost their breath.

Seventeen demon beasts, all of them lost their breath.

"Huh?" At this moment, Kumen found that among the seventeen demon beasts, there was still a faint aura alive, and it was not dead!

Kumen moved forward with interest, only to see that the other demon beasts had already lost their breath, only the three-eyed white tiger, whose breath was wilted to the weakest time, and the strange third eye, the brilliance flowed, but it seemed dull, and its current breath could also be seen.

When he saw Kumen coming, the three-eyed white tiger showed a look of uneasiness, and in his majestic huge body, there was a low moan and pleading voice, as if he was begging Kumen not to kill him, and the three eyes showed a flattering look.

"Haha, you white tiger, but also smart!" Kumen laughed twice, this three-eyed white tiger is a desolate species, in the great wilderness, it is a great opportunity to find one, especially the destruction of the third eye, which is extremely powerful, and this third eye has many other wonderful uses, which is extraordinary: "Then in this case, you will serve me as the master, and I will not kill you." ”

The three-eyed white tiger nodded hurriedly, and the three eyes showed a flattering look, but the aura around it was weak at this time, if it continued like this, I am afraid that even if it recovered, it would leave some sequelae, and it would be difficult to reach the strongest state.

Airplanes......

At this moment, the aura around his body suddenly dissipated, and the will of the origin quietly returned to the darkness.

The five-breath time has passed.

Kumen looked at the empty left arm, and sighed in his heart, how much you pay, how much you can return, a left arm, in exchange for the power of the five-breath origin will, is already very rare, if it is an ordinary person, even if you sacrifice all yourself, there will be no such good thing at all.

Airplanes.

Under the control of Kumen's thoughts, a second-order formation emerged from under the corpse of the Yin family, and the noble voice of Kumen sounded softly, not like the language of this world, and in a short time, all the corpses disappeared in the burning, and a stream of energy rushed directly into his body.

The terrifying injuries on his body gradually recovered, and he recovered to the same appearance as before, but his left arm was still empty, and he had not recovered at all, and his overall strength was even more ferociously enhanced.

There is a sense in the dark of the bitter gate, if he reaches the realm of the Quenching Yuan Realm, his overall strength will be doubled several times!

This time, the energy was swallowed for a long time, and it did not end, but the effect brought by it gradually weakened, and with a wave of his hand, the remaining energy brought by the sacrifice of a demon beast all entered the body of the three-eyed white tiger.

In its joyful roar, the power of the three-eyed white tiger gradually recovered, and its eyes gradually became brighter, and finally, after about eighty percent of it, that power disappeared completely.

The rest, I'm afraid it will take another three to five days to fully recover.

Rumble!

At this moment, Kumen suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, his eyes froze, in the sky, a majestic and vast aura was like a dark sea forged by the soul, and the terrible cry of the evil ghost was just a wisp of breath, which had already exceeded Yin Qiu I don't know how much!

"Quenching Yuan Realm Fifth Realm!?"

Kumen secretly complained in his heart, could it be that the sky wants to destroy him!?