On the empty river beach, Xuanzhu stood alone, looking at the surging river, silently distracted.

The sediment, reeds, river pavilions, mountains and forests in the vicinity have all disappeared, and even the rushing river has lost a section of torrent. In its place, there was a misty color, like a dark gray fog that covered the sky and the earth.

A picture scroll emerges from the void in mid-air, slowly floats down, and falls into Xuanzhu's hands.

The scroll glows on its own, twisting and changing, gradually transforming into the appearance of a boy. His eyes were closed, his pigtails were tied to the sky, his red belly pocket was around, his chubby arms, legs and feet were exposed, and his white and tender skin was crisscrossed with colorful patterns.

Xuanzhu lowered her head and stared at the boy with a magical look. This is the Zhenmen Horcrux of Dongzhen Five-Fingered Heaven "Picturesque Rivers and Mountains", when he exerts his magical powers, he has to fall into a coma, and his little belly bulges high like a pregnant woman, rising and falling slightly from time to time.

And the vanished sight and the crowd were sealed in his belly.

If you want to break the seal, one is to kill the owner of the Horcrux, the Venerable Five Elements, from the inside. The second is to directly break the boy's navel from the outside. Therefore, Xuanzhu still needs to be guarded by the side, responsible for taking care of this Horcrux.

The sun rises high and shines on the river. The side of Xuanzhu's face is illuminated by the light, and the other cheek is hidden in the shadow of the backlight. The corners of his eyes twitched silently, and he slowly stretched out his hand and covered the boy's belly, his eyes as deep as the sinking water of a 10,000-year-old ancient pool.

"Boom!" The turbidity was agitated, and the strength of the fist was as fast as a meteor, and it arrived in front of the eight people in an instant, and the distance between the two sides seemed to be achieved overnight.

Although it was only one punch, everyone was tightly locked by the strong and domineering fist, as if they were in a raging wave, and it was difficult to breathe through their mouth and nose, and they felt that this punch was only aimed at themselves.

Bai Wufang took the lead, and the long sleeves were brushed out leisurely, like flowing clouds, rolling around the strength of the fist, wafting out pieces of smoke and clouds. Obviously, he wants to overcome rigidity with softness and never collide head-on with the other party.

Jiumeng roared, and then waved his arms to attack. His mountain body is huge, but his speed is not slow at all, and the huge rock fist is like a hill carrying the oppressive wind, fist to fist, and the direct attack of the swallow hitting the waves.

Wu Fengzi's right finger suddenly released, as if an invisible arrow was released. Silently, a delicate ray of light shot out, heading straight for the strongest point of the fist.

The light is initially as thin as a cow's hair, and the color is transparent, which is difficult to detect with the naked eye. On the way to the project, there were rays of light attached to it, and the body of the arrow became sharper and sharper, as bright as crystalline light, flowing with the seven-color luster of the rainbow.

The fourth shot was the Five Elements Venerable, his left hand pointed to the ground, the palm of his right hand spread flatly, and a mountain of five elements condensed by clear qi, blue, red, yellow, white, and black turned out of his palm, and pressed into the fist.

Ning Kongyu swung his sword almost at the same moment, and thousands of sword qi shot out from the river water, and thousands of sword qi resurfaced, layer upon layer, endless.

Zhang Dongxu then let out a clear roar, and the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi fell from the sky, and the mighty brush towards the fist. Countless Qionglou Yuyu floated out of the clear air, undulating and turning, surrounding a majestic and magnificent Nantianmen.

The halo of the turtle shell behind Guiguzi's head shook, and the black and white dots of light swirled at a dazzling speed, intertwined into countless mysterious and obscure patterns, and finally froze on a black and white pattern. He suddenly felt certain in his heart, and the magic weapon "Changing Turtle Book" calculated that this punch was no obstacle to him, so he no longer forcibly resisted, and fled half of his body into the void, as if retreating rather than retreating, as if advancing rather than advancing, leaving room for change at any time.

Among the eight people, only Kong Mingzi smiled, sat on the bow of the boat and did not move, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, very happy.

The suffocating fist suddenly disappeared, like a dream bubble, and even the rolling waves of qi set off were gone. Bai Wufang's blockades fell one after another, and their hearts were shocked, and they subconsciously looked at Yan Zhenglang, standing clearly in mid-air, their hands naturally hanging down to their waists, how could they have punched?

Zhang Dongxu was the first to react, Yan Zhenglang had never really made a move at all! He was purely using his unparalleled spiritual power to urge the momentum to oppress, skillfully arouse everyone's senses, and create the illusion that he had punched. The purpose is undoubtedly to test the reality of their strength, and to get a glimpse of the details from each person's response.

Bai Wufang, who was the first to strike, was obviously the weakest, and Kong Mingzi was much stronger than everyone else. Thinking of this, Zhang Dongxu couldn't help but glance at Kong Mingzi. The old thing clearly saw it, but it didn't remind it early, it's really hateful!

The rest of the people suddenly felt frustrated, resentful, unwilling and other negative emotions in their hearts. is also a master of the Tao and the head of a faction, but he was easily played by his opponent once, which is no different from humiliation.

Guiguzi's heart is not good, the essence, qi, and spirit of the person who is in harmony with the Tao are integrated, and the mentality changes slightly, that is, it will hook up the qi and drive its own momentum and state to change. This kind of change was originally faint and difficult to discern, but what kind of character Yan hit the waves, how could he not notice it?

He was about to open his mouth to prompt, when the momentum of Yan hitting the waves was as fast as a mountain torrent, rushing for thousands of miles! He threw himself down and punched out with all his might, just when everyone's mood was at a low ebb.

The fighter of this punch is so well grasped that the insight into the qi machine and the judgment of people's hearts are also extremely accurate. Under the elimination of the other, everyone only felt that the momentum was taken away, the opportunity was lost, and they instinctively wanted to retreat, and they couldn't help but be suspicious in their hearts.

The overwhelming turbidity rushed in, and everyone's vision was filled with ever-expanding fists.

The fist does not follow a straight line, and the trajectory of the fist changes uncertainly, looking ahead, suddenly behind, and seems to fall anywhere. For a moment, everyone was in danger, and there was no way to know who this blow was going to.

Everyone takes care of themselves, and it is difficult to give full play to the advantages of joint attacks.

"Boom!"

Yan Zhenglang's punch accelerated suddenly, slashed through the air, and forced in front of Bai Wufang, and the terrifying momentum that originally covered all directions was also suddenly retracted, superimposed, and concentrated on Bai Wufang's body. Of the eight, he is the weakest link, and it is natural that he becomes a breakthrough in the attack.

At the critical juncture, although Bai Wufang was not shocked, the long sleeves flew out like a cloud, facing the fist, and the cuffs shook halfway, turning the roll into a throw, and the feminine and pure air gave birth to an endless shock, defending the hidden offensive, unwilling to fall into passivity.

The fist touched the long sleeve, and suddenly the strength of the ground was empty, and it became as light as nothing, even lighter and more ethereal than the flowing cloud flying sleeve that Yi Rou was good at.

Bai Wufang shook slightly, Yan Zhenglang's male body popped out, away from Bai Wufang, and his fist was dexterously folded, like a gentle petal swirling silently in the breeze, flashing in front of the behemoth mountain of Jiumeng in an instant!

Rejoicing's fist strength has changed again!

The fist burst out with the fastest speed, the strongest turbidity, the simplest and purest straight line!