"Wow, what a disgusting feeling."

Even though the wine fighting monk is a virtuous person and will not easily speak rudely, but seeing Lan Wumeng's advanced performance art standing on the other side of the trend, he still can't help but feel that the wine he just drank in his stomach is constantly tumbling and about to vomit.

Lan Wumeng closed his eyes and recuperated, he felt an endless stream of father's kindness and filial piety from the fighting spirit on his body, and the filial son's fighting spirit and martial arts will were blessed to him like an empowerment, and his strength continued to explode, rising, and constantly exploding.

Heavenly Martial Killing Dao, Whale Killing Fist, Hell Sword, Hundred Reincarnation。。。。。。

The boundless, endless power has expanded from the original infinite outward to the continuous narrowing, returning to itself, covering Lan Wumeng's body with the Father's battle suit.

The power of a loving father is endlessly in Lan Wumeng's body, and it is endlessly changing.

"No, it's not the power I want, this power can't be left to me alone!"

At this moment, Lan Wumeng drank violently, and his mind broke through, evolving from an individual concept to a single thought that evolved together with all beings, transcending his personal will and being the only Taoist thought.

"May everyone in the world be like a magnetic father, and everyone can become a father of magnetic fields!"

Lan Wumeng's unbounded power shattered, becoming fragments containing magnetic field power, flying towards the heavens and all worlds, and the Loving Father Battle on his body changed again, turning into the Magnetic Father Battle Suit.

"Fighting Wine Monk, let you see what the power of the Magnetic Father is!" Lan Wumeng's eyes were full of domineering thoughts, and his gestures were filled with the destructive power of magnetic currents, and the heavens and the earth seemed to have knelt at his feet.

Lan Wumeng swung his fist like a god, and his heart was moving, but his fist had exceeded the constraints of time, and he had already swung it in front of the fighting monk long before his mind was set.

"me, a magnetic father's outer punch!"

Lan Wumeng's magnetic father power had now broken through to the ninety-nine heavens, surpassing the shackles of the so-called four dimensions, and every punch seemed to be able to shatter the star field and return the galaxy to chaos.

The wine fighting monk applied his palms together, and the yang flame of the holy body of the Great Sun of the Great Sun ignited itself, just like the possession of the Eastern Emperor, and carried out the Heavenly Punishment Holy Judgment towards the evil demon in front of him.

"You're a demonic alien fist, a gender-stereotyped, and ferocious alien fist, and you are also worthy of being called a loving father and benevolent fist?"

Lan Wumeng was unmoved, even if the real sun god came into the world, he couldn't shake the domineering thought in his heart at this moment, he went forward, there was no back, no beginning and no end, just to prove his own way.

"Magnetic Father's Outer Fist refers to the father who has the power of magnetic field, and what he has in his heart is already beyond the boundaries of human beings and beyond the comprehension of human beings!"

"Even if you abandon your wife and children, you are a double standard, you don't raise or teach, you don't save you when you die, and you will be beaten into ashes。。。。。。 But it's all love! ”

"You redneck, how can you understand the morality of Father Ci!"

"Fooling the people, you have fallen into the devil's way!" The wine fighting monk unleashed the nine-colored divine flame again, burning out the fist intent and fist strength that Lan Wumeng attacked.

In the past, there was a legend in the rivers and lakes that Jiuyang Divine Skill was practiced to the limit, if it could break through the boundaries and reach the legendary Ten Yang Realm, then the Sun True Fire would be divided into several colors, among which the Ten Yang Baiyan was the most domineering and invincible, claiming to be able to destroy the heavens and the earth.

As a meritorious worker, the cultivation of the Jiuyang Divine Skill has already reached the realm of no one before and no one after him, even if Zhang Wuji is here, I am afraid he has to be convinced.

Ordinary people practice to the ten yangs, and every time they go deeper, the color of the sun's true fire will change, and there will be no two colors at the same time, but the wine fighting monk is the nine-colored Yao Shi with one hand, which shows that he has already crossed the level of Bai Yan, and his skill has reached the limit beyond the limit.

"Fighting wine monk, you know iron!" Lan Wumeng's fist will never retreat, once the punch is out, there is no possibility of turning back, even in the face of the Nine Colored Divine Flame, there is no possibility of retreating, he wants to conquer everything with love!

"You are a lonely monk with no children, no daughters, no wives and no concubines, how can you understand the feelings between our father and son!"

"How can you, a dead monk, understand love!"

"You're going to lose today, just because I'm a magnetic father!"

The fighting monk doesn't understand love, in essence, he is just a product of Wang Chongyang's schizophrenia.

There are records, it is only said that the wine fighting monk is Wang Chongyang's friend, and Wang Chongyang has drunk wine, and after reading Wang Chongyang's Jiuyin Sutra, he created Jiuyang Divine Skill.

All of these things revolve and record around Wang Chongyang.

He is Wang Chongyang's yang, and he is also Wang Chongyang's brave and ruthless when he was young, symbolizing his invincible martial arts in the world, dominating the world, and suppressing all enemies.

The wine fighting monk is the fruit of Wang Chongyang's choice to focus on martial arts and give up nothing outside of martial arts.

did not accept the seven sons of Quanzhen as apprentices, nor did he meet Lin Chaoying, sitting alone in the Shaolin Temple, coexisting with the Buddha and friends with Wu.

The martial arts of the fighting monk are not flawed, but his people are incomplete.

It can even be said that the fighting monk is just the path chosen by Wang Chongyang in order to escape the life and death of relatives and friends, and he is just an evader after all.

How can a person who only knows how to escape exert the invincible martial arts that dominate the world?

The wine fighting monk was defeated, he was defeated in the hands of Lan Wumeng, and he was also defeated in the hands of Wang Chongyang.

This is a Tao that does not conform to Wang Chongyang's temperament, and after experiencing defeat after resistance, he has given up on himself, which is essentially Wang Chongyang's doomed path.

From the very beginning, the fighting monk was destined to be the failed Wang Chongyang.

At the moment when the Fighting Wine Monk dissipated, Lan Wumeng obtained the Fighting Wine Monk's lifelong martial arts exercises and concepts, and the energy of the Great Sanhe Master poured into the simulator to fill the previous debt.

"Jiuyang's divine skills are shocking to the world, and it is indeed worthy of its name." With the help of the martial arts wisdom of the Magnetic Father's suit, Lan Wumeng comprehended the Jiuyang Divine Skill passed on by the aggressive wine monk in less than a moment.

With a breath and a breath, the phantom of three gates appeared on Lan Wumeng's head, and then it shattered again, turning into three tiny flowers.

Among them, the flower of energy and the flower of divine power hooked, and a new big flower was born under the integration of internal and external affairs, and Lan Wumeng officially stepped into the great triad realm of this world.

"The big three are one, and Xiaoyou's cultivation speed is really comparable to that of a celestial!" Qingcheng Dayin looked at Lan Wumeng above and couldn't help but admire.

Although the Fighting Wine Monk is one of the three major incarnations of Qingcheng Dayin, he seems to have no mind at all about the fact that when the Fighting Wine Monk and Lan Wumeng were fighting fiercely just now, Lan Wumeng spoke wildly, as if it was not his own body.

"The Taoist is too famous, and he can create the Jiuyang Divine Skill and the Jiuyin True Scripture, these two shocking exercises, the Taoist is the real high-level celestial!" The more Lan Wumeng comprehended the Jiuyang Divine Skill, the more he praised the mystery inside.

"The Nine Yang Divine Skill is so powerful, but I don't know how wonderful the Nine Yin True Scripture is?"