The two masters who fought in the field, a young man and a monk, these two people, between the flying of their bodies, the fist wind shook, the big stones on the ground exploded one after another, the violent fists and palms alternated, the masculinity exploded on all sides, the ghosts and gods could not invade, and the demons fled in despair.

"Is this a fight between martial saints?"

Hong Yi quietly escaped from the black fog at this time, looking at the young man, a monk's hand, and then "looking" at them rushing to the sky, like wolf smoke, he was also secretly shocked in his heart, the real martial saint is really powerful.

Martial saints are not without divine souls, on the contrary, their divine souls are very powerful, and their wills are even tougher than those of ghosts and immortals. It's just that in the process of gradually practicing martial arts, the divine soul is all fused with the blood of the body, and the yang is transformed into yīn.

This is as if Hong Yi's cultivation of jīng yuan is to transform the qi and blood of the physical body into a pure yīn divine soul.

Cultivating martial arts is to completely transform the pure yīn divine soul into a blood soul.

This kind of cultivation sacrifices the ability to dissect and reincarnate with a supernatural Dao technique, and replaces it with a strong body and momentum.

Think about how powerful Hong Yi would be if he fused all the divine souls into ** now, and let the yīn power of the divine soul be transformed into the power of the blood spirit!

Hong Yi is now cultivating to make great progress, and he has already broken some things, he knows that in fact, cultivating martial arts really opens all kinds of acupoints, and after entering the realm of human immortals, he finally shatters the vacuum, which is almost equivalent to a person relying on himself, and achieving the yang god with his body.

Although the realm of crushing the vacuum is also different from the realm of the Yang God, in essence, both are pure yang bodies. As for combat power, Hong Yi has not cultivated to that point, nor has he seen the duel between the martial arts master and the Yang God master who shattered the vacuum, but he didn't know who was strong and who was weak.

However, judging from the momentum of the two martial saints fighting now, it is indeed shocking.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the martial saint does not have anything, it is just fists and feet, fierce storms, and masculine suffocation.

And if you fall into the eyes of the ghost immortal master and the Taoist master, you will really feel the horror of the martial saint.

With Hong Yi's powerful divine soul now, he also felt that the center of the two martial saints' fights, the intensity of qi and blood masculinity, was not much inferior to the thunder in the immortal capital jade.

It's not impossible to get close to yourself, but it's definitely very difficult.

"This boy must be the champion Hou. ”

Hong Yi's body did not move, he had already collected the big rì flames, condensed his divine soul into a ball, tried not to expose the yīn wind, and observed the fight in the field.

The young man was wearing a gorgeous dress sprinkled with purple and gold crumbs, wearing the same purple and gold crown as Hong Xuanji, and a bright yellow belt around his waist, which was a royal thing, obviously given by the emperor, otherwise even if it was worn by a prince, it would be against the rules, and he would be impeached, which was a great disrespectful sin.

His figure is also extremely well-proportioned, slightly taller than Hong Yi himself, but in general it looks similar, his eyebrows are clear, like a gongbi knife, his lips are closed, the bridge of his nose is slightly high, his forehead is like a square and round, the heavens are full, and the two temples are slightly surrounded by pale gold blood, obviously the qi and blood around the body have been refined to the extreme, and they began to boil, resulting in the two temples really having a trace of "sun" taste!

Temples, temples, true martial arts saints, detached immortals, when practicing to the extreme, the temples give people a real feeling of the sun.

"Good guy! Not to mention martial arts, this champion Hou Young Man is already a person with great fortune and fortune just because of his appearance. No wonder the boy was a marquis. ”

Looking at the monk who fought with the champion Hou, his hair was not shaved, and a layer of black sè hair slag grew on it, but the faint scar could be seen clearly, and he was a genuine monk.

This monk has a red face, big hands and feet, a burly figure, big ears, and seems to be half old in his forties and fifties. Wearing a black gold robe, between the shots, the flash was like lightning, the fist wind was violent, like a dragon and a tiger roaring, and the jīng power of the body seemed to be endless.

Between the two masters, Hong Yi looked at the martial arts movements again, but it was difficult to see the subtle changes clearly, only seeing the body and technique at a glance, every muscular fight, as if it was a lightning strike in the sky, the air was shaken violently, and the air waves were tumbling and rolling.

"The martial arts skills of these two people are even higher than those of the Great Butler Wu!"

Hong Yi looked at it and already knew it in his heart

"Monk Jīng, all your disciples have been captured by me, and now they are all in the gourd of creation, and you are the only one left to resist, what is the use? Hand over the Qiankun cloth bag, go back to Daqian with me, with your martial saint body, I guarantee that you and your disciples are all fine, and even I can ask the emperor to give you a temple, as long as you recite the Buddha in the future, and do not try to restore the Great Chan Temple, you can be safe and sound, and you can also become a generation of high monks, preaching the righteousness of Buddhism, you will not have any results if you continue to resist like this. ”

Just when the two were fighting, Hong Yi suddenly heard the voice of the champion Hou.

The voice of the champion Hou sounded, very clear, the words were like beads, mellow like jade, which reminded De Hongyi of the sound of reading in the Hanlin Academy.

But after listening to it, there is also an irresistible command in these words, as if his words are orders, military orders, and everyone who hears his words must obey them, and people's subconscious, the first reaction, is to obey this word.

It's simple, but there's such magic.

Hong Yi knew that this was a kind of momentum that a person said like a mountain, and no one had ever resisted for a long time.

"Haha, haha! I have escaped since the collapse of the Great Zen Temple, and have been hiding in the wilderness for 20 years, but I can't imagine that I will still be chased by you lackeys, and I will not destroy the great cadres in this life, and I will not rest! Don't you hear that you would rather be broken than be a broken jade? Today, you are so powerful, you can take my life! But you have to kill me! You have to leave a few lives behind!"

The jīng forbearance monk laughed, his voice was desolate, sad and angry, but he was arrogant, as if he was a heroic figure who swallowed mountains and rivers at the end of his rope, and Hong Yi sighed in his heart.

"jīng forbearance, are you kind enough to take you in when you are a witch and ghost Tao? The witch and ghost road is nothing more than borrowing your Qiankun cloth bag to plot big things, you and them are seeking skin from the tiger, I don't think it's worth it, this group of witches and ghosts, you have also seen it, killing living beings, sacrificing evil laws, it is not done by human beings, it is completely an evil demon that has lost people, and the Great Zen Temple is also a dignified Buddhist temple, you are a great monk, and this group of evil demons are in company, you have completely lost your compassion, and you have a harmonious face, and you have entered the peak of martial arts, the realm of human immortals?"

The champion Hou's reading-like voice came out again, always unhurried, but naturally there was an oppressive force that broke the opponent's fighting spirit.

"Hahahaha! How can I shake my true heart if I am full of nonsense? My Great Zen Temple is so merciful that when your army came to the door, I still refused to kill them. You and I have both cultivated to martial saints, and the god is tenacious and unshakable, do you want to use such words to shake my mind? and thus defeat me? Young man, don't fight with your tongues, use your martial arts and your way to kill me with dignity! Don't let me despise you!"

The monk laughed again, and suddenly pushed out with a palm, and his whole body was like a giant dragon and elephant.

"Dragon Elephant Law Seal!"

Hong Yi saw that this jīng ninja monk was casting the dragon elephant law seal, and between the transformation of fist intent, the giant dragon and giant elephant were vivid in the human sense, and the power was infinite.

Jīng forbearance monk ** force crit, the whole body of the black gold robe bulging, the whole person increased half of his body out of thin air, really seems to be the protector god in Buddhism.

"Monk Jīng Shinobi, if you don't make the fist technique that appears in the Rulai Sutra, how can you be my opponent?"

Champion Hou said lightly, his hands waved at will, like a downpour, sprinkled into the Eight Desolations, and immediately received the fierce and violent punch of the monk Jīng, and then he bounced up on one leg and burst out with one kick.

"I don't know what is the origin of this champion Hou's martial arts?" Hong Yi watched the young man of Champion Hou do it, the artistic conception of the fist method was implicit but not revealed, and he didn't seem to use all his strength, but he could feel that the martial arts of Champion Hou were extremely far-reaching, covering the eight wildernesses, running and cultivating, and there was a feeling that the moon and stars, the world, and the whole world were all mastered.

"Could it be that this is the boxing technique of the Creation Dao? But the appearance of this champion Hou is really a little similar to the outline of Prince Yu, is it really the illegitimate son of the emperor?

Although the guess in his heart is such a guess, Hong Yi is not sure, especially since he has not seen the Dao of Creation Dao, nor has he seen the martial arts of Creation Dao, so he knows nothing, so naturally there is no way to guess

"These two people, for a while, obviously can't tell the winner. ”

Hong Yi watched the jīng endure monk and the champion Hou fighting, the two of them were full of qi and blood, fists and feet, sweeping the ground like flying, and between the explosions of the air, there was no sluggishness in the body at all, and he knew that these two people had a long breath, and they were unwilling to fight with all their strength, and it was definitely not a one-trick thing to distinguish the winner and loser.

At this time, there were many ghosts and immortals around, and the victory and defeat were not divided, and the two martial saints naturally refused to fight to the death, and they also had to prevent sudden attacks.

Hong Yi split his thoughts again, and saw another battle of dark clouds and jīng light in the sky.

Obviously, these are also the two masters of ghosts and immortals.

In the dark clouds, an equally black and thin Taoist priest faintly appeared, and a banner painted with talismans fluttered around the Taoist priest.

This Ling Qi is only the size of a palm, triangular shape, and the texture of the Ling Qi does not know what it is, only between the shaking, it emits a few black sè yīn winds, wrapping the body of the black thin Taoist priest and flying into the air.

At the same time, beside this black and thin Taoist priest, there were five golden sè wings, and the corpse emperor with a long golden sè flesh crown flew up and down, spewing out a golden pill from his mouth, which was a bit like the golden jīng evil pill in the five elements sword pill of the Peacock King.

As soon as these corpse emperors soared, they spit out this golden sè pill, and as soon as they touched the enemy's spell, they immediately exploded, turning into dozens of sharp golden sè sword qi, cutting everywhere, and after cutting, the corpse emperor sucked it, and those golden sè sword qi gathered into a ball of golden sè vitality and was sucked into his mouth, and after a few breaths, it condensed into a pill again.

"That's the Witch Ghost Dao Sect Master Yu Wutong? And his magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Ghost Command Banner, is really powerful, it can actually fly him up. ”

Hong Yi knew that this black and thin Taoist priest was Yu Wutong, the sect leader of the Witch Ghost Dao, and the order flag that made him fly was the Ten Thousand Ghosts Order Flag.

This magic weapon was condensed and practiced by countless yīn souls, and every seven days, it had to be fed with a large amount of blood. With the power of these yīn souls, Yu Wutong was able to fly without relying on the power of others and wander the eight desolations and four poles.

And those five corpse emperors are all strong and boundless, flying to the sky, and they also have a strong existence of an inner pill in their own cultivation, which is much more terrifying than the great martial arts masters.

Now this Yu Wutong is fighting with a person.

The person who was fighting with him was sitting on the ground, surrounded by a faint green qi amulet, and the divine soul flew into the sky, turning into a ball of light and Yu Wu pupils fighting happily.

This man, wearing a cloak, on top of the cloak, a lot of bird feathers, the face is peaceful, but there is an eagle hooked nose. His hands are sealed, which is a Buddhist meditation gesture.

Needless to say, this is one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, the Condor King who has always lived alone and lived far away in the desert.

In fact, Hong Yi still can't figure out why this Condor King would take refuge under the command of the champion Hou, and even create a gourd for him, which is equivalent to being a xìng with the coachman who drives the horse.

Let a demon fairy be the coachman of the carriage, Hong Yi couldn't imagine how there could be such a powerful person in the world. Unless it's the Holy Emperors of the Ancients.

However, Hong Yi only stayed for a while at the observation of the Condor King.

He focused more on an object.

That is the Witch Ghost Dao Sect Master, Yu Wutong's back, it seems that he has a big bag on his back.

This pocket is not silk or hemp, Yan sè is very strange, it seems to be leather, but it is not the skin of any kind of animal, the more Hong Yi looks, the more he feels that the material of the cloth bag seems to be human skin!

This large bag is tightly tied by a rope that seems to be tendons, and it seems that it is not the tendons of animals, but the tendons of people.

A trace of huge pure yang power faintly escaped from his pocket.

"This is the Qiankun cloth bag? It must be the Qiankun cloth bag! But where is this cloth bag, it is clearly a human skin! This human skin, even if it is the skin of a martial saint, does not have this appearance, could it be the skin of a human immortal?"

After Hong Yi's heart was shocked, he shook again.