In the second half of the night, Wang Yue was cut off by an image that accidentally broke into his mind, stopped cultivating, and fell asleep directly.

In the dream, many pictures flashed by, and Wang Yue hazy and hazy remembered not really, but he clearly remembered the last picture before waking up.

On the edge of a cliff, Ning Chuhan fell down with a safe face, looked at his face, and smiled:

"I don't regret ......"

Subsequently, Wang Yue's consciousness returned to reality, and he quietly opened his eyes in the darkness and light.

At this moment, a round of sunrise on the horizon happened to leap out of the horizon with all its might, sprinkling thousands of rays of light.

"The dreams I've had lately have been getting weirder and weirder. ”

Wang Yue shook his head, immediately got up from the bed, and in the blink of an eye, he left everything he had dreamed of last night behind.

Legend has it that some great powers can indeed foresee the future, and there is a kind of magical power called fate in Buddhism, as long as the cultivation is achieved, you can naturally comprehend, insight into the cause and effect of fate, and look at everything in the past and future.

But of course, Wang Yue was 108,000 miles away from this realm. No matter how you look at it, everything last night should be a dream, and it can only be a dream.

Squeak!――

Wang Yue gently pushed open the door, and the fresh air of the early morning came to his face, and it was another good day.

However, seeing the scene in the courtyard, Wang Yue was not calm again.

"Beauty, come and give the uncle a ......"

Outside the south house, Hong Zhan, who was drunk, was lying in the flower bed unconsciously, hugging a laurel tree and kissing him.

"Hmph, he also said that he would cultivate diligently and be promoted to an inner disciple as soon as possible. Just your virtue, wait for the next life!"

On the side, Xia Zhizhou was reluctantly bending down, snorting coldly in his mouth, pulling one of Hong Zhan's trouser legs, and dragging Hong Zhan to the south room like a dead pig.

Ning Chuhan from the North House got up early in the morning as always, and now he has returned from morning exercise and is washing in the courtyard. Seeing Wang Yue's gaze, Ning Chuhan immediately looked away without a trace, quite a bit of a thief's heart.

"The bloody aura on Ning Chuhan's body has become thicker......"

Wang Yue shook his head lightly, feeling that although the bloody aura on Ning Chuhan's body had faded into obscurity, and even if he hadn't had Buddha power, he would definitely not be able to detect it, but this dilution was actually condensation and sublimation, which meant that Ning Chuhan had sunk deeper in the evil path.

Correspondingly, the aura on Ning Chuhan's body became even more powerful than last night, and it was already similar to Wang Yue.

At this point, Wang Yue could be sure beyond any doubt that Ning Chuhan must have cultivated some evil method!

"Forget it, everyone has his own way, let him go!"

For a moment, Wang Yue wanted to step forward desperately, tear up everything that stood between the two of them, and negotiate with Ning Chuhan, no matter what, he had to persuade him to give up the cultivation of this evil method.

But in the end, Wang Yue shook his head lightly and gave up.

Could it be that Ning Chuhan didn't know that after cultivating the evil law, he would harm others and himself, and he would not be able to see the light of day for the rest of his life, like a rat crossing the street, and he would be in fear all day long?

Obviously, Ning Chuhan was clear. In other words, he actually knew better than Wang Yue, so even if he was stuck in a bottleneck for half a year, he still did not give in, and he continued to practice swordsmanship.

Maybe if it goes on like this, it won't take long for Ning Chuhan to break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly and usher in a breakthrough by leaps and bounds.

But unfortunately, Ning Chuhan did not choose this path, and finally chose to give in.

Is it the stimulation of the blood feud of his parents, the divorce of his fiancée Xiao Yicao, or the temptation of a powerful force in the ten-day attack......

In the end, Wang Yue didn't know what made Ning Chuhan succumb, but Wang Yue could understand Ning Chuhan's mood. If the two were reversed, Wang Yue might fall into darkness faster than Ning Chuhan.

"Jiren has his own natural appearance, I hope you can come to the bitter end!"

Life has taught Wang Yue another vivid lesson.

The cultivation realm is cruel, and the scene of the law of the jungle is happening anytime and anywhere, if you want to do whatever you want and not be forced into a desperate situation, you must master absolutely powerful power!

Wang Yue shook his head slightly, and without looking back, he walked out of the quadruple courtyard and walked towards the martial arts tomb in the back mountain.

"In today's battle, maybe I can smash that fist puppet and see the true ......meaning of martial arts contained in the puppet," Wang Yue muttered to himself.

After the ten-day attack, Wang Yue's strength jumped two levels in a row, from the peak of the initial sixfold martial arts stage to the middle stage of the martial arts sevenfold stage, not only initially awakened the power of the bloodline, but also improved his own strength qualitatively.

According to Wang Yue's plan, he was going to defeat the fist puppet in these few days, and then start practicing the Eighteen Arhat Fist.

During the cultivation period, Wang Yue can come to the Martial Arts Tomb from time to time to defeat other boxing puppets from weak to strong, and use the martial arts true intent contained in these puppets to sharpen his own boxing skills, so that he can reach the Yuantong realm in the shortest possible time.

"Half a month has not arrived, and the scenery here is still as beautiful as ever. ”

Even though it is a cold winter at this time, and the world is closed by heavy snow, the mountains and rivers in the martial arts tomb are still beautiful, the green willows are still around, and from time to time you can see lively and naughty small animals flashing by the side, which is completely unrelated to the tomb words in the martial arts tomb.

There are thousands of roads in the Martial Arts Tomb, and in the depths of the road, several unconscious purple puppets wander back and forth aimlessly, and the bodies of the puppets emitting purple brilliance are faintly visible.

This is the outermost layer of the Martial Arts Tomb, and it stands to reason that it should be a place where cultivation disciples are concentrated, and there should be no puppets at all. Available here

The number of disciples is very small.

However, Wang Yue knew the reason.

Compared to Tiandaoyuan and Jin Daobori, the rewards in the martial arts tomb are the most shabby.

There are endless elixirs growing in the Heavenly Dao Abyss, and Jin Dao Hori is full of spirit stones, these are real physical rewards.

But the reward in the martial arts tomb is the true meaning of martial arts that is almost impossible for outer disciples to touch, and even if they come, it will be in vain.

Therefore, the number of disciples cultivating in the Martial Dao Tomb was naturally less than that of the other two cultivation holy places.

But of course, the limitations of this imbalance cannot be reflected in Wang Yue.

Because right now, Wang Yue had already touched the edge of the true intent of the martial arts, and he was only one foot away, so cultivating in the Martial Dao Tomb would instead gain more than cultivating in the Heavenly Dao Yuan and the Golden Dao Hori.

"I hope that fist puppet is still waiting for me in the same place......"

If the puppets in the Martial Arts Tomb are not defeated, they will only travel in a fixed range and will not go far. But if it is shattered, it will be different, and the martial arts puppet will be reborn in other locations of the martial arts tomb, which will be very troublesome to find.

Wang Yue walked forward according to the path in his memory, and fortunately, in a familiar place, he saw the fist puppet.

"Eat me!"

Wang Yue took a deep breath, and then without saying a word, he directly raised his right palm and pounced on it as if flying.

In this attacking palm, Wang fused the speed of the powerful Vajra claw and the shadowless foot, and his body fluttered like a butterfly, and in the blink of an eye, his right hand had been handed to the chest of the fist puppet, only a few fingers away from the puppet's spar body.

Hum!――

However, at this moment, the fist puppet moved, and with a flash of his right fist, he was already standing in front of his chest like a mountain, not only successfully protecting his chest, but also blocking all the changes of Wang Yue's punch.

The fist puppet was still as difficult to parry and difficult to deal with as Wang Yue remembered.

However, the next moment, a sneer quietly appeared at the corner of Wang Yue's mouth: "However, I am not the person I was yesterday!"

Suddenly, Wang Yue's body suddenly deviated, flashed behind the puppet at an incredible angle, and slapped the puppet's back with a heavy palm!

Although Wang Yue's cultivation has made great progress in the ten-day attack, the biggest gain during Wang Yue's period is not the realm of a thousand miles in a day, but the eighteen falls of a half-step step into the level of martial arts true intent!

That's right, that night, when he was in a duel with the man in black, Wang Yue finally succeeded in cultivating the eighteenth fall of the cloth to Yuantong, and felt the true meaning of martial arts contained in this exercise. This is the biggest reliance on Wang Yue's confidence to defeat the fist puppet!

Syllable!

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened to Wang Yue.

At the last moment, the fist puppet actually twisted its body, and it also flashed Wang Yue's palm at an incredible angle.

"You, you're cheating!"

Wang Yue immediately jumped out of the battle circle, his eyes widened angrily, and he stretched out a finger and pointed at the fist puppet hatefully.

Wang Yue could see clearly that the reason why the fist puppet was able to dodge his own palm just now was because with the help of the martial arts true intent of the body, he couldn't dodge it at all with the fist technique alone.

However, on the side, the puppet would only instinctively shake its head, and although the purple light in its eyes kept emitting all the time, it was still a dead thing.

"Come again!"

Wang Yue was angry, and calculated the gains and losses of the move a little, and then he dodged again and pounced on the fist puppet.

Rumble!

In the face of Wang Yue's attack, the puppet instinctively blasted in with a punch, sealing all of Wang Yue's variables as usual.

"There are thousands of avenues, can you seal them all?"

Wang Yue's body shape changed, and his palm technique also changed, and he still found a flaw in the fist puppet, and his eyes immediately flashed, and he slammed down with a palm mercilessly.

But immediately, the tricks of the fist puppet also changed, and when the punch came out, all the variables of Wang Yue were still sealed.

In this way, Wang Yue and the fist puppet saw the move and fought fiercely in one place.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yue had as many as 100 moves against the fist puppet, and there was a trend of more than 200 moves. You must know that more than ten days ago, Wang Yue could only support dozens of moves in the attack of the fist puppet.

Wang Yue's progress can no longer be described as a genius, this speed of progress can be called terrifying!

Syllable!

But the next moment, an extremely dull voice came. Around the one hundred and fiftieth move, Wang Yue was accidentally hit in the chest by the fist puppet, and immediately let out an extremely embarrassed scream, and flew out upside down.

"This fist puppet is really powerful......"

A hundred zhang away, Wang Yue quickly stood up as soon as he landed, with a smile on his face.

In fact, this punch seemed to be ferocious, but the power in it had already been dissolved by Wang Yue when he was in mid-air, so his body was fine when he landed.

"Come again!" Wang Yue let out an angry roar and pounced again.

Ten moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves......

This time, at about 200 moves, Wang Yue was defeated. However, after only a short rest, Wang Yue rushed forward again.

Third, fourth......

As time passed, Wang Yue's challenges became more and more numerous, the support time became longer and longer, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Wang Yue already had a faint sense in his heart that his breakthrough in the true intent of martial arts was only in front of him......

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