Chapter 1333: The Pinnacle of All Ways, the Best Is No More than These People

On this day, Yujing City recalled the fear of being dominated by giants decades ago.

The impact of "God Shattering Fist" set off a turbulent wave in everyone's mind. The three-headed and six-armed monster on the horizon was bathed in the divine light, just like at that time, trying to smash the Holy Mountain of Guizhe with one punch.

"Buzz!"

The stone slabs of the long streets in the southeast, northwest and northeast of Yujing City were crushed by the might, but underneath them, the long-buried Tianji array pattern was lit up.

The Kyoto formation was triggered first.

It tried to imprison the giant inside and isolate it from the Holy Mountain of Guizhe.

However, the three-headed and six-armed monster punched in the air, carrying a destructive force of death, and even the avenue was shattered.

The Kyoto formation only blocked ten breaths of time...

"Bang!"

The sky exploded like fireworks, and the crystal light spots splashed.

The light of the shattered Kyoto formation was drawn and intertwined in the air, forming a spider web of energy, trying to bind and pull back the monster's fist.

With a rumbling sound, the silk thread was easily torn apart!

The monster's punch seemed very slow, but it was because of the distance.

In fact, its force was steadily pushing towards the Holy Mountain of Guizhe.

The mountain keepers on the Holy Mountain all raised their heads, and without exception, they felt that the world was gradually filled with a fist, and there was nothing else under them.

"What is this..."

This thing came too unexpectedly!

Not long ago, the Holy Mountain had just held a grand event, and the weather was fine and clear.

In a blink of an eye, someone hit the Holy Mountain?

For those who have lived on the Holy Mountain for a long time, isn't this more unbelievable than the sky falling?

"Run--"

This extremely powerful disaster punch temporarily made some people forget their duty as mountain keepers, and it was a subconscious move to avoid danger and seek good fortune.

However, when they came to their senses, they stopped, injected their own strength, and tried to activate the formation.

But staring at the fist with trepidation, everyone felt like they were waiting to die!

The Holy Mountain formation lit up in an instant.

However, the giant moved, as if he had expected it. Three heads stretched out, five arms stuck, and he forcibly opened a gap in space before the formation closed.

His destructive fist came in from the huge gap.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

At the critical moment, nine arrows followed each other and chased the clouds!

Nine arrows were fired in a row by the Evil Sin Bow, which was so rare!

The last time a similar situation happened, it was said that a black dragon ran out from the East Region, and the Taoist Hall Master used the "Nine Arrows Nailing God Formation" to severely injure it.

This time, everyone looked up and witnessed the nine Evil Sin Bows nailing the three heads and five arms of the giant in an instant.

"Did it work?"

Some people were surprised and felt that they saw hope when they saw the giant being nailed back.

But the remaining Evil Sin Bow was just touched by the aftermath of the giant's fist, and it exploded.

"It can't be nailed at all!"

"Even the Evil Sin Bow of Lord Cangsheng can't stop this punch?"

The goal of the God's Fist was too clear.

——Crush all the creatures on the Holy Huan Palace and the Holy Mountain of Guizhe encountered during the journey as much as possible!

However, Ai Cangsheng's arrow was broken, but the remaining eight arrows were extraordinary.

It controlled the monster's body for a moment, and then, nine illusory but towering laurel trees rose up outside the Yujing City.

"Nine sacrifices to laurel!"

Nine laurel trees in different states rose up from the sky, and their power was intertwined.

In an instant, the entire Yujing City seemed to be lifted up by the crown of the ancestral tree, and it was full of new power.

"Ah--"

The dragon roar resounded throughout the city.

At the right time, a golden dragon of luck gathered on the holy mountain, opened its huge mouth to swallow the three-headed and six-armed monster, except for that one arm.

"Shh..."

The God's Fist Failed to Really Land on the Holy Mountain of Guizhe.

After all, that mountain is the center of the continent, where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, and there are countless saints.

The arm and fist that lost the power of the body were like rootless duckweed, shattered under the sweep of the Heavenly Secret Pattern Light of the Holy Mountain Formation.

But everyone could see it clearly.

The energy on the fist took a full half a quarter of an hour to be digested by the Holy Mountain Formation.

"Huh..."

At this point, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There are often people swaggering in Yujing City, but such a scene of stepping on the giant city and punching the Holy Mountain has only happened twice in decades, including the current one.

The last time, it was the only reckless man among the ten thrones. After being angered, he sneaked across the Holy Mountain alone and almost rushed to the ladder. After being discovered, he was forced to flee in a panic by the saints and had to hide in the City of Dead Pagoda to survive.

"This punch is a bit familiar..."

Some old people felt the fluctuations of the breath in Yujing City, as if they remembered something, but they were not sure.

"But he is still in prison, right?"

"I heard that Lord Cangsheng is watching him all the time, how could he get out?"

"Could it be that this time, it is his successor?"

"Over the years, it is indeed possible that he has trained a little reckless man..."

Changle Street, inside the teahouse.

Xi's face turned pale, and he came to the side of the table silently and poured himself a cup of tea.

He held the teacup, but in the end he did not drink it, but just poured it on the ground.

"Shen Yi!"

At this point, Xi could be sure who the bald man who had just given him a sense of oppression was.

Others might make a mistake, but he, the head of the Yi tribe, could not make a mistake.

It was Shen Yi!

Did Shen Yi really come out from the cross street corner?

Otherwise, except for the brainless him, even the Eight Lords would not have the courage to charge into the Holy Mountain alone, right?

"But if it is his true body, how could he be easily swallowed by the Golden Dragon of Luck?"

"It looks like a semi-saint incarnation, no, there is no fluctuation of holy power, but it looks very much like a..."

Xi thought for a long time, but could not find an appropriate adjective to describe the existence of Shen Yi just now.

Finally, a "virtual image" popped up in his mind, but he quickly shook his head and denied it.

What a joke!

Looking at the completely shattered Changle Street and the bodies of his companions around him, Xi was silent for a long time.

He recalled a conversation he had with his teacher when he was learning swordsmanship:

"Teacher, at the same level, who can be said to have the strongest combat power on the continent?"

"No one is the strongest."

"What about you?"

"I am not as good as Ba Zun An."

"Impossible! But I take it seriously. If you say so, then Ba Zun An is the strongest?"

"He is not the 'best'."

"Ah? Who else can it be? Old Master You Tu? Although I have never seen him..."

"No, ten generations up and down are not as good as the Ten Zun Zuo."

"Then the strongest comes from the Ten Zun Zuo, but it is not the ancient sword cultivator?"

"No, no one can bear the four words 'the strongest combat power', but if you have to say, there are three tied."

"Who?"

"Ling Cao, Jian Ba, Wu Shen Yi."

Xi was extremely surprised to get this answer at that time.

He still remembered that the teacher paused and added, "At the same level, if all restrictions are lifted."

These three people were restricted, each for their own reasons, and Xi knew this.

He asked again: "At the same level, restrictions lifted, who is the strongest among these three?"

I vaguely remember that the teacher thought for a long time and said quietly: "Let alone all other conditions, whoever strikes first is the strongest."

"Why?"

"Because the three of them have the ability to kill the other two in seconds."

Xi didn't expect that there would be three such geniuses. After thinking hard, he found a characteristic and asked:

"There is another question, why doesn't the Holy Spirit Temple make friends with these three people? They seem to be neutral or on the opposite side?"

At that time, the teacher just laughed and said something that still makes Xi Yizhi warn. :

"Do you think the Holy Spirit Temple doesn't want to? They just can't do it and can't afford it."

"There is no absolute fairness in the world. The fairness of today's era is only based on the fairness of the majority of people, and it will inevitably sacrifice the interests of a small number of people."

"This is the model of the Holy Spirit Temple now. The real genius will inevitably be forced to stand on the opposite side of them, such as the three people just mentioned."

"Just wait and see, there will be prosperity for a short time, but no peace for a long time. When the sleeping lion opens its eyes, disputes will arise."

Xi came back to his senses and felt that this might be the time when the teacher mentioned "the sleeping lion opens its eyes".

God also...

The gate of hell, God is called God...

No wonder the Taoist master said three solemn "no"s in a row, so that he could never resist the bald man.

If he really drew his sword at that time, he would really die, right?

Xi pressed the combat communicator on his ear and contacted Dao Qiongcang, the leader of the Tianzu operation. He had the right to report directly.

"Master Dao, Shen Yi just told me to tell you..."

"I heard everything. You should withdraw your troops first, keep your men away from Changle Street, and send more people to get first-hand information about the City of Dead Buddha. Don't miss any details."

Huh?

So, Shen Yi hasn't come out yet?

He is still locked up there, and the one who punched the Holy Mountain just now was just... a semi-saint incarnation?

Xi was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded "OK".

He thought about the action in Changle Street again. It would be too frivolous to cancel the action because of Shen Yi's punch. After all, that guy didn't really come out. He asked again:

"Is Changle Street really over?"

"Yeah."

Xi suddenly felt like his sword was cutting on cotton.

The "Yeah" from Master Dao made him have a myocardial infarction.

Xi hesitated for a while, unable to suppress his curiosity:

"Palace Master, can I ask..."

"You'd better not be curious."

"..." Xi choked again, but the more he suppressed it, the more it bounced back. He still spoke, "Palace Master, I still want to know, that was what the semi-saint incarnation could do just now? Has Shen Yi reached the threshold of that realm?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Then ask one question at a time."

"Uh, Shen Yi, is already a Saint Emperor?"

"No."

"Then he is a semi-saint..."

"No."

"Then...ah? He is not a semi-saint? Then his semi-saint incarnation just now..."

"That, is an illusion."

Xi touched his ears and froze, as if petrified in the teahouse.

He vaguely understood why the Palace Master said just now, "You'd better not be curious".

"Any more questions?"

"Yes...no, no, no more..."

"Since you are so curious, I will tell you a little more!" A teasing smile came from the communicator.

"What?"

"Shen Yi cultivates ancient martial arts, while Xu Xiang is the ability of a spirit refiner."

"What do you mean?"

"Give me an example you are familiar with. The Eight Lords used alchemy to destroy the formation of Yujing City."

Pah!

The teacup suddenly fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Xi felt that the voice transmitted directly from the combat communicator was suddenly so far away from him, so far away...

"Try hard, young man."

"You have a chance."

With a sound, the communicator ended.

The laughter of the Taoist master also disappeared, leaving only the young man, messy in the evil wind of the teahouse.

...

"Aunt Xiang, I want to learn ancient martial arts! I really want to!"

In Yougui Pavilion, the light from the skylight shone on the sickly pale face of the second real body, reflecting his eyes and bright eyes.

When the original body entered the Xingjie, the second real body would quickly change clothes, from the form of a perfect person to the form of the sick young master Xu Gusheng.

Aunt Xiang just turned around and came back.

"Snap."

The second real body snapped his fingers, "Aunt Xiang, this is my sincerity, although it is only a little, but it shows my feelings."

The sudden light on his face disappeared.

Aunt Xiang looked up and found that the hole on her head was healing. The osmanthus wood was giving birth on its own. This was clearly something that only a wood-attributed spirit refiner could do.

Under the spirit thought, the footprints from Shen Yi disappeared on the corridor between the private room opposite, and the doors of the two rooms repaired themselves.

The spirit formation of the room that was smashed by the virtual image of Shen Yi also healed at once, and the sound insulation layer was automatically opened, and the quality was still improved.

The collapsed wall on the first floor of Yougui Pavilion and the damaged pavilion protection formation were all restored to their original state.

The wood engineer and spirit formation architect on the first floor suddenly stood there in a daze, scratching their heads and looking at each other:

"What happened?"

Forgot that this kid is still a Tianji sorcerer, but he is also a wood-attributed spirit refiner? Aunt Xiang was surprised to see this change and sat down first.

"Xu Gusheng, I know you are anxious, but..."

"No! This matter is urgent! Shen Yi underestimated me. He showed too little just now, and it was just an illusion. I can't learn much."

In the Xingjie, Xu Xiaoshou frowned and put away the body plate under his feet.

The body, spirit, and mind plates are the three basic plates, and he has already made them.

But through the illusion, even if he has entered the state of unity between heaven and man, it is difficult to see the changes in the power contained in the acupoints when Shen Yi cast the spell just now.

The Eight Gates can still be traced, and he can get a glimpse of the way.

The Seven Stars are completely incomprehensible, as if they were rejected.

As for the Six Paths...this is like a miracle, and so much power can be borrowed inexplicably. Xu Xiaoshou feels that this world is crazy!

Guwu is such a magical technique. With his passive skills, if he opens the violent giant and then opens the Eight Gates, Seven Stars, and Six Paths...

Nima!

Don't you see that a mere illusion can hit the Holy Mountain with one punch.

If I learn something, I can fight against the Half Saint and the Saint Emperor alone, slap Sang Lao out of the Dead Sea, and let him go to the Spirit Palace for refuge, all of which are fine, right?

Is this "Ghost Gate, God Calls God"?

Xu Xiaoshou finally understood what "God Calls God" means - there is really only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname!

"Before the action in the Four Symbols Secret Realm, I need to see the Ghost Face, which can help me a lot." The second real body said seriously.

"That's easy." Aunt Xiang poured tea by herself, absent-mindedly, "The Ghost Face has asked to see me, and said that he will come to my house in person soon to apologize to you, Xu Gusheng."

Oh?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

That rough guy also understands such human relationships?

That's great, the Ghost and God Gang is really more and more lovely!

"Shen Yi underestimates me too much. I can master the Eight Gates and Seven Mansions in a month at most. Then I can go to him."

The second real body laughed and sat down as he spoke.

When there is only one master, people will have a very strange mental cleanliness, and feel that becoming a disciple is a very solemn thing.

But when there are multiple masters... this serious illness can be cured without treatment.

A master is a backer, so the more the better!

Alchemy master, swordsmanship master, ancient martial arts master... nothing wrong with that!

There is no perfect person in the world. If there is a master who is good at many things, it is not a problem to only worship him.

The problem is that there is no one.

Then it is not a problem to worship more masters!

"Aunt Xiang, what do you think of me..."

The second real body was excited, but was reminded by the original body in the Xingjie. He quickly restrained his joy and looked at Aunt Xiang seriously and said:

"Aunt Xiang, do you have any troubles? Tell me, maybe I can help you solve it."

Aunt Xiang pushed the teacup away, and she was indeed frowning.

She didn't want to say anything at first, but when she saw that the person sitting in front of her was actually Xu Xiaoshou, she thought that this person had some magical powers, so she told her grievances:

"Auntie is indeed a little troubled."

"You said that Shen Yi did this, how would Saobao Laodao respond?"

"If he sends more people to the cross street corner, or directly targets the Ghost God Gang, or even my Yougui Pavilion..."

The second real body immediately laughed: "Auntie Xiang, don't worry, you may have met the Taoist Palace Master more times than me, but you definitely don't know him as well as I do."

"Oh?" Auntie Xiang raised her eyes, with a sneer on the corner of her lips, "You little brat has only met Saobao Laodao once on Xukong Island, and you dare to speak nonsense in front of Auntie?"

After all, she, Xiang Yaoyao, is also one of the Ten Venerables, and she participated in the battle that year.

The feelings of the parties involved and outsiders are completely different.

Not to mention that Xu Xiaoshou is a young man among the young men, and his understanding of Dao Qiongcang is only a one-time encounter.

The second real body was also laughing.

He was laughing at Auntie Xiang's concern.

This woman is smart, but she is obviously not strong enough to be regarded as an opponent by Dao Qiongcang, so she must have never fought Dao Qiongcang head-on.

Otherwise, she should also know Dao Qiongcang's weaknesses...

"As I expected, after Shen Yi's punch, the Holy Spirit Hall will not only not give him more pressure in the City of Dead Buddha, but even here!"

The second real body pointed at the ground and said heavily, "Even Yougui Pavilion, Guishen Gang, and even the entire Changle Street that has something to do with us, Dao Qiongcang will temporarily let go."

"Why?" Aunt Xiang raised an eyebrow.

The second real body smiled, and even her body was a little horrified, and asked back: "Aunt Xiang, do you know what smart people are most afraid of?"

"What are you most afraid of?"

"I am most afraid of recklessness... cough cough!" The original body in Xingjie coughed, and the second real body also coughed hurriedly, "I am most afraid of people like Shen Yi!"

Who wants to fight such a reckless man?

Those with brains all know the consequences of being reckless, so they will make plans like the Eight Lords to go to the Void Island and finally kill the Saint. The process is tortuous, but the result is gratifying.

Those without brains do things without considering the consequences!

If you piss him off, he will get hot-headed and rush to your base camp at all costs to trade one for many with you.

Who can afford it?

In the current tense situation, Dao Qiongcang must be frightened by the virtual image of Shen Yi.

Even the virtual image is like this, if his real body messes up at the crossroads, what if...

Smart people are most afraid of this "what if"!

What if Xiang Yi's hair is touched here, and the crossroads can't trap the beast because of some special accident?

This power forward dares to step on the Holy Mountain, and not only the Holy Slave, but all the dark forces in the Five Domains dare to get involved.

After all, judging from the combat power shown by Shen Yi just now...

He definitely has the ability to fight one against many and kill the Saint in the Great Void! And this is outrageous that it is just a virtual image!

Aunt Xiang is not stupid, she understood immediately and stopped worrying.

She looked over carefully and mentioned the business just now:

"Xu Gusheng, if you want to learn ancient martial arts, Aunt will not stop you, and Guimian will come to see you soon."

"Aunt also knows that you are very powerful... But even if, as you said, you can finish learning the Eight Gates and the Seven Stars in a month, and then turn around to find Shen Yi at the cross street corner."

"Aunt only has one piece of advice!"

She said it very seriously, and Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate, "Aunt Xiang, please speak."

"Don't mess with Shen Yi! Don't think about fooling him! Treat him sincerely like Ba Zun'an, and you will get more." Aunt Xiang almost spoke from the bottom of her heart.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, and then nodded: "I will pay attention."

Aunt Xiang didn't know what terrible picture she thought of, her body trembled, and said: "Xu Gusheng, you have to know that what you felt face to face just now is not even one ten-thousandth of Shen Yi, and the punch you saw at the end is not even one thousandth of his."

One ten-thousandth, one thousandth?

"Aunt Xiang is kidding?" Xu Xiaoshou pulled his lips.

"I'm not kidding." Aunt Xiang shook her head, "You have seen many semi-saints, even Yan Wu Se, Tian Ji Shen Shi, and the Ten-Man Council."

"Yes."

"Not enough, far from enough! Xu Gusheng, you have to know why some of them are so talented, and some have lived so long, but their reputations are far less than that of the Ten Venerables of that generation."

"Shen Yi, is there more hidden?"

"Yes, Aunt Xiang is the one who knows him best." Aunt Xiang hesitated for a moment, and still said:

"With your current vision, it is difficult for Aunt Xiang to describe to you what is the pinnacle of combat power."

"Imagination alone is not enough, people cannot transcend the limitations of their own vision and get more."

"You have to see those people with your own eyes, then you will understand this truth - some people are alive, and they really bring despair to people."

"Which people?" asked the second real body.

Aunt Xiang pursed her lips, her peach blossom eyes were more solemn, and she said in a deep voice:

"The young and frivolous Ba Zun An, Shen Yi outside Fu Tu City, Kui Lei Han who sat cross-legged with his eyes closed..."

"And, the Taoist master who took off his shirt but you can no longer find his trace..."