The middle-aged man didn't care about slashing at Huang Cong with a palm, as a martial artist intermediate level, whether it was in strength or speed, it was beyond the reach of ordinary people, so this palm hit his chest accurately.

Huang Cong flew out upside down and hit the beam behind him that was still burning, and suddenly the entire roof was torn apart, which showed the power of this palm.

"Hmph, after all, he's just a reckless man. ”

The middle-aged man sneered a few times, looked at the entire village that had been almost razed to the ground, and turned around to leave, at this time, a cough sounded, the middle-aged man stopped his steps, and looked back with a trace of doubt, Huang Cong had already gotten up from the fire, and his burnt skin looked even more terrifying against the background of bright red blood.

"You really surprised me, you are a rare talent, you can still take my punch, I will spare you, as long as you submit to me, how about it?" the middle-aged man smiled thoughtfully.

Huang Cong didn't have any expression, just coughed up the choked blood in his throat, the demonic qi had filled his whole body, he was delirious and didn't know the pain at all, he only had killing in his heart, and rushed towards the middle-aged man with his fists, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, and increased the strength in his hand to meet it.

Although Huang Cong has the strength in his hand, what he lacks is speed, all of them flew out upside down again at the moment of another fight, and the fist just crossed the corner of the middle-aged man's clothes, this time it was obviously more severe than before, and his shirt was shattered by the fist.

The middle-aged man did not leave immediately, but quietly looked at Huang Cong's fallen body in place, as if he was looking forward to the young man's standing up again.

Sure enough, Huang Cong got up from the ground again, the middle-aged man originally wanted to see a trace of fear on his face, but he was wrong, Huang Cong not only did not be timid, but wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, and laughed, that kind of laughter was like a demon rising from hell, which made the middle-aged man's body tremble.

"Why do I feel this way?" the middle-aged man wondered, "It seems that if the second son is not removed, it will be a knot in my heart on the path of cultivation in the future," and took the initiative to meet it.

Huang Cong didn't have any moves, seeing the middle-aged man rushing over and smashing his fist, the middle-aged man already had the heart to kill, and the fist was wrapped in a layer of earthy yellow shroud, only when he reached the unique sign of a martial artist, the air was swept by the fist wind.

This punch had already smashed on his chest, and a smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, in his opinion, even if the young man in front of him was strong in his ability to resist the fight, it was impossible to resist his internal strength, not to mention that he was about to break through the realm of martial arts great perfection, which was not something that an ordinary person could bear.

The sound of bones breaking, and all the rags on Huang Cong's body were shaken away, but the scene did not fly upside down as the middle-aged man imagined, and he saw that Huang Cong was slamming his fist on the middle-aged man's chest while bearing the blow.

The middle-aged man was shocked by this punch and stumbled a few times, but the shock in his heart was even greater, he was a martial artist level, but the person in front of him could shake him, "You must strangle this person, otherwise you will have this demon in the future," the middle-aged man steadied his pace and rushed towards Huang Cong, who was kneeling on one foot.

The next battle made the middle-aged man depressed, and the person in front of him would rather take a blow from himself than fight back, although he couldn't really seriously injure himself, but he was embarrassed, he was a martial artist level. He knew that Huang Cong was tortured by a black bear day and night in Qiankun Cave, and the more he fought, the more excited he became, because every time the middle-aged man punched, Huang Cong's ** was squeezed out of a trace of Yuan Force, which was the power that had not been completely dissolved and was stored in the deepest part of the flesh and blood.

After a few moments, the middle-aged man became more and more frightened, and the earthy yellow cover wrapped in his fist gradually dimmed, and said secretly: "If you continue to look like this, sooner or later you will have to exhaust the vitality in your body and die, it seems that you can only fight." ”

Suddenly, the clothes all over his body were shattered, and his whole body was covered by a layer of earthy yellow shroud, if someone who understood here would definitely see that the middle-aged man was forcibly using a martial art that he had not reached the realm, and he would definitely be counterattacked afterwards, and he would not be able to recover for a period of time.

I saw that the middle-aged man shouted, and rushed over, his fist as if it was wrapped in a thick layer of rock, and this punch smashed on the person's body, and no one would doubt its weight.

Huang Cong saw a huge stone fist smashing towards him, not only did he not retreat, but became even more excited, the demonic qi in his body that was originally suppressed by the old man guarding the tomb was no longer overflowing at this moment, but flowing all over his body, and his hair was automatically raised without wind, and he mobilized the Yuan Li mixed with the immortal qi and demonic qi in his body to his arm, and headed towards the stone fist.

The huge collision caused the ground below to collapse by three points, and the buildings that were still burning and crumbling next to them all collapsed at this moment, and both of them were shocked and flew out after the dust fell.

After a long time, the middle-aged man covered his chest and got up, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, he looked at Huang Cong who fell to the ground in the distance, sneered a few times and climbed on the frightened horse on the side and left.

If anyone is here, they will definitely be surprised, because his body is slowly repairing, the "Ten Thousand Things" exercises in his body are running on their own, and the immortal qi and demonic qi are being combined in an orderly manner in every piece of flesh and blood, Huang Cong is lying on the ground like this, not dying, but falling into a wonderful state.

A line of big words keeps appearing in my mind, "death is life" is the first section of the "All Things Live" exercise.

When dawn came, the village had been turned to ashes by a fire, and the smell of burnt corpses was everywhere, Huang Cong woke up, the demonic energy in his body had faded, his mind was clear, he got up from the ground, his chest didn't hurt as much as before, but his heart hurt even more, looking at the village in front of him, it was still a lively and peaceful scene yesterday, it was because of his own actions, and everyone died.

Huang Cong wanted to yell very much, but his voice was hoarse, thinking back to the people who toasted with him one by one, tears blurred, although he was just a passerby, but that kind of family affection was full of his heart.

Maybe God has mercy, it rained heavily, Huang Cong dug a big pit under an old willow tree with his hands with tears, put everyone's corpses in it smoothly, covered it with soil, inserted a tombstone made of wooden blocks, bowed, and said secretly: "I will definitely avenge everyone, definitely, even if the other party is the king!"

The rain was still falling, as if it was washing away the sins here, this village was already at the foot of a big mountain, Huang Cong found a cave to breathe, because he was injured too badly, and all his internal organs had been displaced.

A month has passed, and Huang Cong's physical injuries are almost healed, but this makes him feel frightened, it stands to reason that such a serious injury cannot be repaired in such a short time, isn't it?

He ran the self-cultivation exercises of the first section of "All Things" in his body over and over again, and sure enough, this exercise was unusual, even if he didn't take the initiative to operate, he would slowly repair himself, and at this time, the big line of characters appeared in Huang Cong's mind again.

"Death is life" Huang Cong silently read this sentence in his mouth, this realization, a month has passed, and Huang Cong has been in a state of contemplation.

On this day, he woke up from his contemplation, staring blankly at the larvae on a grass vine outside the cave, trying to fade the shell on the body, trying to get out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the shell on his body, and the larva slowly became exhausted, Huang Cong looked at this scene until dusk, originally thought that this qiē would end like this, the larva moved again, this time, the shell mouth finally broke a little bigger, the larva drilled out, and in an instant, the larva turned into a butterfly and flew up。

Huang Cong suddenly realized something, immediately closed his eyes and pondered again, and realized in his heart: "There is no absolute life in this world, and there is no absolute death. ”

Another few days passed, Huang Cong suddenly opened his eyes, at this moment the momentum of his whole body was different, there was an indescribable peace, Huang Cong looked at himself inward, and found that if the Yuan Power absorbed in his body during these years was gone, it was not that it had disappeared, but that the storage space in his body was larger.

With a slight exertion in his hand, a faint layer of white light covered it, Huang Cong knew that in his current state, in his own Heavenly Dao, even the two guards guarding the door of the South Heavenly Gate were inferior, but here it could be called a martial artist level, because the middle-aged man before was such a characteristic.

"It's just that why is it that the Yuan Qi transformed by the immortal qi in his body can be regarded as a cultivator, why can't others see that he is an ordinary person here?" Huang Cong thought secretly, but he was immediately relieved, the immortal energy here is too ordinary, it can only be called aura, and in connection with the experience he has experienced here, he understands that the people here call the absorbed immortal qi the aura, and the mana transformed into the body is called the yuan power.

After all, the power in his body was all transformed by the golden pill of the Heavenly Monarch, so others couldn't see it, if he absorbed the aura of heaven and earth here for a long time, it wouldn't be the same. sighed that this is really a world of cultivating immortals, even the rare immortal qi of the Heavenly Dao before is everywhere in this world, no wonder people here will not be surprised, everyone takes cultivating immortals as their goal, and only the Ancient God Realm has such a lineup.

Thinking back to his own world, there are countless mortals, immortals are unattainable, and becoming an immortal in martial arts is completely a dream. Huang Cong smiled bitterly a few times, after this period of epiphany, he understood that the practice of "All Things" is indeed useful, and as his cultivation increases, the effect becomes more and more obvious, the more Huang Cong looks at it, the more he feels that the Bodhi Taoist gave him this exercise is not simple, but why would he give it to himself for no reason?

Ignoring these, he continued to study the exercises, and said secretly: "If this is a bloody battle with others in the future, it will consume others to death," Huang Cong laughed a few times thinking of this.

Suddenly, Huang Cong remembered something, and tried to turn the third page in his mind, sure enough, there was no resistance, it seemed that he had to understand the previous one to be eligible to turn to the next page, only to see a line of big characters on the third page appear in front of him - "extinguish"