The Eighth Division Ba walked step by step to the top of the light.

It seems that his clothes are tattered and crumbling, but in fact, every time he takes a step, the yang god will improve by one or two points.

It is not the ascension of the spirit and spirit, but only the change of the yang god, and his "body" is like a candle flame in a storm, which will be extinguished with a light blow.

Even Shi Jiugong, Shu Dafeng, Xu Qizhi and other famous doctors and holy hands, gave the pulse of the Eighth Master, but they couldn't feel his pulse and couldn't detect his heartbeat.

If it weren't for the otherworldly spiritual power and the obsession that goes deep into the bone marrow, the Eighth Master would have fallen to the ground a long time ago, and he could go up the mountain, because it was not the flesh and blood that went up the mountain, but the condensed Yang God.

His figure staggered.

His steps faltered.

He insisted desperately.

In the last few steps, this holy monk, who was worshiped by millions of people, actually lay on the ground and climbed up step by step, like a decaying lone wolf.

It's not that Zhang Wuji is small-minded, and he has to make the Eighth Master make a fool of himself, but no one can get close to him at all.

The spiritual power of the Eight Masters is too strong.

His physical body was about to reach its limit, but his spirit had reached the pinnacle of this life, even if it was Shen Lian and Shen Yumen, as long as he dared to take half a step closer, his heart would immediately be full of demons.

No one can get close to the Eighth Division.

No one could lift him up.

A casual glance at the Eighth Master can leave an eternal wound in the hearts of people and abolish a genius.

If it was Li Chimei, seeing so many Central Plains geniuses gathered together, she would definitely burst out with strong moves, desperately destroying these geniuses and leaving them with no potential.

Bashiba will not do these things.

He just wants to make a final conclusion with Zhang Wuji.

Therefore, Li Chimei can't become the eighth master.

Therefore, the Eighth Master Ba can't be charming.

They are very different people.

They choose very different paths.

The wind and clouds changed, the dark clouds covered the top, the entire mountain peak was shrouded in dark clouds, and the wind and snow around Bashiba gradually began to melt, as if it was the height of summer.

Changing the heavens and striking the earth.

This spiritual secret technique that penetrates the heavens and the earth has been practiced by the Eight Masters to the pinnacle of no one who has ever been seen before or since.

If Zhang Wuji is a silent deep pool without waves in the ancient well, the Eighth Master is a stone thrown into the waterhole, setting off layers of ripples.

His cultivation has reached a new level.

At the last moment of his life, at the moment he saw Zhang Wuji, Ba Shiba finally realized that he had been pursuing for many years, but he couldn't think about the pinnacle of liberation.

"Bang!"

The Eighth Division collapsed on the last step.

Fan Yao said in surprise: "The life essence of the Eighth Master has completely dissipated, he has been defeated!" ”

"Who... Say... I... Fail... Finish? ”

A faint voice came from the "corpse", followed by a touch of Buddha light penetrating the dark clouds, and a golden light giant Buddha appeared in mid-air, blasting out the Eight Divisions.

Tantric practice emphasizes the three tantras of body, mouth, and mind, and is based on visualization and mudras, and every tantric monk can summarize the mudras of the heart after the Dharma has attained.

As the pinnacle of Tantra, the Eight Guru Pa is of course no exception, at the age of eighteen, he comprehended his own mudra, and after a hundred years of perfection, coupled with the epiphany between life and death, the mudra has become flawless.

Violent mental concussions enveloped the mountaintop.

Whether it is old-timers such as Dugu Yihe, Feng Qingyang, and Gu Daoren, or top masters such as Shen Lian, Shen Yumen, and Li Ruohai, they are all shocked to find that they seem to be separated from their souls, similar to the out-of-body spirits.

It can feel its own blood flow, can perceive the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, has a heartbeat, and has a pulse, but the connection between spirit and flesh and blood is forcibly separated by an indescribable force.

Lu Xiaofeng's virtual and real life, Yan Nantian's mixed yuan martial body, Chu Liuxiang's moon-stepping incense, Shen Lian's ten thousand kinds of frost and heavenly competition freedom, Ximen Blowing Snow's sword intent, and Li Ruohai's fire fire gun intent all lost their effects.

All were frozen.

Frozen by the extreme spiritual power of the Eight Masters.

can hear, see, perceive, and even urge their own martial arts, but they can't make any movements.

This is a unique killer move.

This is a secret art that has never been seen before in the world.

This is the essence of the life's martial arts of the Eighth Master.

Everyone coincidentally urged their own martial arts, and several kinds of internal energy that could be fused together were naturally integrated, such as Shen Lian and Ximen Blowing Snow, Shen Lian and Yan Nantian.

Ba Shi Pa didn't care about any of this.

Whether Shen Lian and the others can move or not, it doesn't matter, he only has Zhang Wuji in his eyes.

The two fingers in the food slashed towards Zhang Wuji's eyebrows.

Bashiba's movements were very slow.

Slow as a snail.

It's like slowing down time a thousand times over.

Shen Lian only felt that every cell in his body had a feeling of constipation, as if it was about to explode, and he couldn't help but urge a stunning shot, and the lonely question sleeping in the iron box behind him responded to Shen Lian tremblingly.

Defend people with guns.

With thoughtless divine weapons, he manipulated his own flesh and blood, and relied on tricks to temporarily get out of the scope of the shroud and observe the lore of the Eighth Division.

The eight divisions pointed together into a sword and slashed down in the air.

Zhang Wuji stood tall and motionless.

The two didn't seem to have clashed, but they clashed hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of moves in the spiritual dimension.

In the spiritual world, what is time and space?

A thought can reach thousands of miles, and a glance can pass thousands of years.

There are no lies and intimidation, there is no assassination, the preconceived means of the Eighth Master, and those people or things that interfere with Zhang Wuji's mind are completely unimportant.

The scars in the heart of the Eighth Master's eyebrows suddenly dissipated, and the shackles that had trapped his heart for more than ten years were opened by himself.

With a flower in his left hand, he smiled.

Zhang Wuji showed a smile on his face, and entered the state of infinite return, and the Ten Yang Sacred Flames were endless, giving birth to golden lotuses in the fire and blooming lotus flowers.

"Zhang Wuji, the poor monk will give you a trick."

A childlike smile flashed on the face of the Eighth Master, and his eyes full of wisdom became childish and pure.

In the fiery red lotus, he found himself, and found that when he first learned Buddhism, every time his soul had a feeling, the kind of spontaneous and sudden enlightenment.

As his cultivation became higher and higher, and his status became more and more noble, his heart was already covered with dust.

"It's nice to be young!"

Bashi Pa slowly closed his eyes.

The Yang God Phantom slowly dispersed, everyone regained their ability to act at the same time, and most of the masters present urged the martial arts to fight against the Eight Divisions, as if the two sides were wrestling, and now that one side suddenly let go, how could it be controlled?

Shen Lian exploded behind him, as if hundreds of bombs had been detonated, and half of the wall was blown into ruins.

Shen Yumen swung out his sword qi and fell into the city with one sword.

Yan Nantian slashed out the sword wave and broke through the air with a sword.

Lu Xiaofeng's phoenix danced for nine days, and the colorful phoenix flew over.

If the sea burns the plain with a hundred blows, the guns are like fire.

Many strong moves erupted at the same time, coupled with Zhang Wuji's condensed Ten Yang Sacred Flame, as well as the spiritual power that overflowed before the death of the Eighth Master, only a loud explosion was heard, and a huge mushroom cloud rushed straight into Xiaohan, and the main altar of Mingjiao, which had stood in Kunlun for hundreds of years, has been completely in ruins since then.

The scorching sun was flying, the smoke was filled, and one after another masters covered their chests, vomiting blood, and even several masters were seriously injured by the aftermath of the spillage.

Even masters such as Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and Zhou Dian were shocked by the spiritual power overflowing from the Eighth Division, covering their heads and yelling, their true qi retrograde, and they went mad.

"Town!"

Zhang Wuji shouted!

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi condensed into a giant hand, scattering all the power into the void, whether it was a strong attack or the spiritual power of the Eight Masters, all of them dissipated with the wind.

Shen Lian looked fixedly, at least seventy percent of the masters watching the battle were kneeling on the ground, and ninety percent were injured.

Only two were unharmed.

One is Zhang Wuji's side, except for Zhang Wuji's eyebrows, everything else is unscathed, and even the snow under his feet has not changed in the slightest.

One was next to the Eighth Division, where there was nothing but a raging fire.

Zhang Wuji gently stretched out his hand, and the fire jumped into his hand with golden Buddha light, turning into a bead.

- Basheli, the Eighth Division!

Zhang Wuji handed the relics to Shen Yumen: "Return this thing to Tantra!" In the next few days, I will be living in the Little Light Realm, and you will find someone to rebuild the main altar. ”

Shen Yumen caught the relics and asked, "What should I do if Tantra beats me?" Tantric bald asses are the most unreasonable. ”

Zhang Wuji glanced at Shen Yumen and gave him a look if he dared to talk nonsense, I would beat you.

Tantric monks are unreasonable, are you little bastard reasonable? When have you ever been reasonable?

Shen Lian asked, "Your ...... injury?"

Zhang Wuji gently wiped his eyebrows, and the blood stains in his eyebrows slowly healed: "Everyone is leaving, you should always let people go happily, don't embarrass him too much." ”

Shen Lian: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Are you talking about human words?

The Eighth Master Ba tried his best to kill, the peerless spiritual killing, why did you release the water?

But then again, Zhang Wuji and Shen Lian are quite similar, they both have a quick recovery from high blood thickness, and if they can't kill with one hit, they can heal quickly.

It's just that compared to Shen Lian, Zhang Wuji is a kind and good man, and it is convenient for him to be with others.

The Eighth Division's decisive blow may not be able to hurt Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji knew that this was the last glory of the Eighth Division, and took the initiative to expose the flaws, leaving the Eighth Divisional Ba with scars, and the aftermath blew up the entire Bright Roof.

If the two sides fought to the death regardless of everything, Zhang Wuji would have already urged the Ten Yang Sacred Flame, blasted out the strongest Nine Yang Thunderbolt Divine Palm, and finally urged Tai Chi Xuangong.

It's too difficult to hurt Zhang Wuji.

Fortunately, Ba Shiba didn't hear these words.

Otherwise, he would have died blindly.

Not only in the failure of the martial arts realm, but also in the failure of the life realm, Zhang Wuji's realm already belongs to the Bodhi Sacred Heart, and he can't hate it.

What can you hate about him?

The duel ended, the house collapsed, the main altar of the Ming Sect was destroyed by the aftermath, and all the people who watched the battle contributed to this, knowing that Zhang Wuji was tolerant, but Zhao Min was very difficult to mess with, and wanted to find an excuse to go down the mountain quickly.

On the one hand, I don't want to eat ten spices and soft tendons, this thing can't even bear Jiuyang's magic skills.

On the one hand, seize the time and learn martial arts.

Zhang Wuji suddenly said: "Everyone, I bother you to blow the mountain wind for two hours, and if you leave now, I am afraid that you will be worried about your life, I can preach to you." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhao Min.

Back then, the six major sects besieged Guangming Ding, but they were repelled by Zhang Wuji, and then they were all arrested by Zhao Min.

Zhao Min snorted coldly: "See what I do?" I don't have any soldiers now, and I don't like poisoning. ”

Zhang Wuji explained: "That's the case, just now I and the Eighth Master Ba confronted each other, coupled with the strength of the heroes who burst out, the snow on the top of the light showed signs of collapse, but it was maintained by me with my heart. ”

Everyone: Can you stop the avalanche?

Zhang Wuji explained very sincerely: "Don't misunderstand, this is the effect of the Nine Heavens Sutra, I use my feet to communicate with the earth's leylines, the unity of heaven and man, borrow the power of Kunlun itself, temporarily stabilize the ice and snow, if it is replaced by other peaks, I can't do it!" ”

Crowd: Do you think we believe it?

Zhang Wuji shrugged his shoulders, saying in his heart why the rivers and lakes are still so sinister, to be honest, no one believes it.

Even my apprentice doesn't believe it!

It was really a mistake back then, he only taught martial arts, but did not teach him to respect his teacher, and he made up for it in a few days.

Zhang Wuji's feet trembled slightly, and the snow that did not melt all year round collapsed at the top of the light, and three million jade dragon soldiers fell from the sky, even if there were thousands of troops and horses, they would all be buried under the snow, how many came, how many died.

Some of the masters present had participated in the Guangming Peak Battle that year, and they shouted in their hearts that they were glad, if Mingjiao had used this trick at the beginning, how could they have their lives?

Ten lives are not enough to die!

The avalanche erupted with a bang, and the crowd naturally did not go down the mountain, sat down cross-legged, and listened to the sermon.

Zhang Wuji is from the Wudang faction, so he used many unique schools of the Wudang faction as examples to tell the mysteries of martial arts.

Everyone listened with relish, especially a few geniuses of the Wudang faction, and they felt that they had gained a lot.

Shen Lian stabbed Shen Yumen, motioned for Shen Yumen to ask a question, and asked Zhang Wuji to answer his questions, Shen Yumen coughed a few times and asked the question that Shen Lian was looking forward to.

"Master, how do you break through to the Supreme?"

"Take control!"

Zhang Wuji said two words lightly.

"What does it mean to be in control?"

"That's control."

Zhang Wuji spread out his palm, and a flame slowly condensed into his palm, and then the flame changed, not the transformation of the five elements, but into a realm.

Within the range of the flames, any vitality will be repelled, and every ounce of power will be locked.

"This is the basic control that I can make when I just broke through, it's nothing, there are many talented geniuses here, there are different martial arts, and the control you want to make may not be like this."

Zhang Wuji explained: "Body refining, qi training, and spirit refining all have different controls, in terms of difficulty, the difficulty of practicing qi is the lowest, and the difficulty of refining the body is the highest. ”

Refining the body, practicing qi, and refining the gods, there is no difference between high and low in the three themselves, and when they cultivate to a certain extent, they are all three of them to make up for their own shortcomings.

It's just that since ancient times, it has been easier for qi martial artists and god martial artists to break through, and only a few people such as Xiang Yu can reach the pinnacle of body refining.

If you use the Broken Void as a requirement, refining the body is simply a hellish difficulty, from ancient times to the present, no one can break the Void with this, not even Xiang Yu.

Difficulty is not blown out.

The difficulty is real.

If you want to complete the final breakthrough, what kind of chance is needed, even Zhang Wuji doesn't know.

Yang Yuqian suddenly asked: "Why do you have to break the void when practicing martial arts, can't you not break it?" ”

"Oh? What is your ideal? ”

"Preach! Tuition! Doubts! I hope to spread Tai Chi all over the world and to every corner. (End of chapter)