From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

After that gentle voice sounded, several balls of dim green flames suddenly lit up in the ancient temple, floating up and down. A yin energy mixed with the wind and spread out, making Hong Yi feel a slight chill on his skin.

Over the years, as he had been pursuing the legends of Xishan, he had gained a deep understanding of those strange and supernatural things, so he was not very afraid of such a scene.

What's more, Xishan is right at the feet of the emperor, and Yujing City is full of powerful people and masters. What ghosts dare to cause trouble here?
Hong Yi calmed down and said with a smile:
"Since the young lady has invited me so kindly, it would be disrespectful for Hong Yi to refuse."

He walked into the temple gate and saw a girl in white sitting on the incense table with her legs crossed, her hands on the table, looking at him with a smile.

The girl is dressed in a plain white gauze dress. She has a well-proportioned figure, a pretty face, and bright facial features, as if she were painted with meticulous brushwork. Although she is not wearing any makeup, she is still very beautiful and has a lot of spirit, giving people a fresh and natural feeling.

The beauty in the ancient temple is undoubtedly a stunning sight.

But Hong Yi was well-read and knew a lot about ghosts and gods, so he was not moved at all. He just bowed to the girl and said in a deep voice:
"Boy Hong Yi, nice to meet the girl."

The girl in white pushed herself back with her hand and jumped from the incense table to Hong Yi's side. She was slender and graceful with fluttering hair. Hong Yi's nose twitched as he smelled a hint of fragrance from her, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

The girl didn't notice anything, she just walked around Hong Yi, looked him up and down, smiled gracefully, and stretched out a white hand with slender fingers.

"My name is Tu Shansang, nice to meet you, young master."

Hong Yi looked at the hand and was stunned.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

Tu Shan Sang uttered a sound of surprise, scratched his head with his left hand, and asked in the same puzzled manner:
"Isn't that how you greet each other?"

Ever since she showed up, the girl's actions and words made Hong Yi feel extremely mysterious, but this subconscious action still revealed her most essential innocence.

Hong Yi knew that even if this girl had a special background, she was just a cute girl. He couldn't help but let down his guard and laughed.

"There is no such etiquette in Daqian."

"Oh~"

The girl's eyes moved, she clapped her hands, and said happily:
"I can tell at first sight that you are well-read and knowledgeable. Would you like to come to our mountain gate and have some exchanges?
Although many people have come to the mountain over the years, they are all greedy and greedy, and it is rare to see someone like you."

When the words "blinded by greed" were mentioned, a strong look of disgust emerged on the girl's face.

Hong Yi knew that for the past twenty years, the princes and nobles in Yujing City had the tradition of going into the mountains to hunt foxes after winter.

These people are most likely the greedy people mentioned by the girl. From the tone of her voice, she seems to be a local of Xishan... ?
Hong Yi thought about this and suddenly said:

"Could this girl be a fox fairy from the mountains?"

"Fox fairy?"

Tu Shansang was stunned for a moment, then he covered his mouth and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved. Although the laughter was not loud, the smile was revealed in his eyes, which was very contagious, and made Hong Yi feel warm in his heart when he saw it.

"Sir, you are joking. Although I have some experience in cultivation, I am still far from being an 'immortal'.

However, if you are lucky enough to be favored by the Grandmaster, you may be able to truly see what the word "immortal" really means. "

When the word "ancestor" was mentioned, the mysterious girl couldn't help but show extreme reverence in her eyes, and Hong Yi was also surprised.

When the Daqian Dynasty was founded, two classics were compiled. One collected all the martial arts in the world and was called "Wu Jing", and the other covered all the Taoism in the world and was called "Dao Jing".

Although these two books have long been banned from printing, Hong Yi still learned about this from the notes of many readers.

He also knew that only those who had achieved extremely high levels of accomplishment in martial arts and Taoism could be given the word "immortal".

Although Hong Yi did not understand Taoism, he knew that even his father, who was the prime minister of the current dynasty and had outstanding martial arts skills, seemed to have never reached the ultimate realm of martial arts. He could only be called a "saint" but not an "immortal".

Who is this ancestor that the girl is talking about?
When Hong Yi thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his heart.

He had long wanted to practice martial arts, but because he lived in the marquis's mansion for a long time, he was restricted in everything, and with Madam Zhao watching him covetously, he could not fulfill his wish.

What's more, practicing martial arts is very expensive. With the monthly allowance he receives from the Marquis' Mansion, it is already extremely difficult for him to support himself. Wanting a martial arts teacher or practicing archery and horse riding is simply a fantasy.

Now, there is such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in front of Hong Yi, how can he not be excited.

But Hong Yi had been through a lot in the Marquis' Mansion. Although he was not very knowledgeable about worldly affairs and human relationships, he was also quite intelligent. He immediately suppressed his excitement and said with a bow:
"Miss Xiao Sang, is your sect famous?"

Although the Daqian Dynasty was good at Taoism, there were only three Taoist sects that were canonized by the court: Zhengyi Dao, Fangxian Dao, and Taishang Dao.

Although Hong Yi didn't care much about the so-called canonization, he didn't want to join the evil cults like "Wushengdao" and "Zhenzhendao".

Although Tu Shansang's bearing and demeanor showed that he was not a lower-class person, he still wanted to ask in person.

Tu Shan Sang did not suspect anything and opened his mouth to speak, but his face suddenly changed and he exclaimed:
"not good!"

The girl's figure was like a ghost. She grabbed Hong Yi and rushed out of the ancient temple. Hong Yi only felt the whistling mountain wind and the cold on his face, and he even felt like he was riding on the clouds.

But at the same time, he also sensed a hot breath bursting out like a flame, rushing towards him from behind, and his clothes, hair, beard, and even skin and flesh were about to burn.

Before Hong Yi had time to savor the feeling, he was knocked to the ground by a huge force. He was stunned, his head was spinning, and his bones were almost broken.

Hong Yi raised his head with great effort, but found that he had left the ancient temple and came to a dense forest on a barren mountain. The moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting an exceptionally tall figure.

This is a mighty and majestic man. The most eye-catching thing about him is his shiny bald head, which looks like it is made of brass.

His eyes were wide open as he glared at Hong Yi and Tu Shansang who were lying on the ground. He kept rubbing his scalp with his hands as if he wanted to rub out sparks, and he looked extremely manic.

As soon as Hong Yi saw this man, he felt that he was not a human being at all, but a ferocious, vicious, and evil beast that was locked in a cage, constantly rubbing its fangs, eager to tear open his throat and suck his blood.

With the big man as the center, the area within dozens of feet was shrouded in a scorching atmosphere. The grass and trees were withered and yellow, and the earth was charred black, like the remains left after a wildfire burned the mountain.

The big man looked at Hong Yi and took a step forward to him. The strong wind pressure brought by his huge body made it impossible for Hong Yi to breathe and he almost suffocated.

A giant hand grabbed Tu Shansang's slender waist and lifted the girl up. The big man's face was bulging with veins, and his eyes were glowing red. He seemed to have reached the limit of his endurance, and he said word by word:

"Where. The. He. Is?!"

In front of this giant man, the mysterious and powerful Tushan Sang was just like a harmless young animal.

Although she struggled violently, the big man's hand squeezed even tighter, and a creaking sound came from her palm, as if even her bones were squeezed soft.

When Hong Yi saw this scene, he suddenly felt a strong sense of injustice in his chest. He slapped the ground, ignored the severe pain all over his body, stood up suddenly, and shouted:

"Who the hell are you!"

When that person heard this loud and powerful shout, his eyes suddenly changed drastically, his expression was confused and dazed, as if he was deeply immersed in some memories and couldn't extricate himself.

Even the indestructible giant hand had unconsciously let go.

Hong Yi hurried over, picked up Tu Shansang, held the girl in his arms, and used his body temperature to provide her with a little sense of security.

Tu Shansang turned his head and looked at Hong Yi's handsome and vigorous face. He smiled, shook his whole body, broke free from his arms, stood up, and said softly:

"Don't worry, sir. This is Xishan. He can't do anything to us."

Hong Yi does not have the confidence that Tu Shansang has.

Because he could feel that in terms of qi and blood alone, the man in front of him was even better than his father, Hong Xuanji, one of the two greatest martial saints of the Daqian Dynasty.

However, if the pursuit of martial arts and Taoism is to transcend life and death and live a carefree life like an immortal.

So, to Hong Yi, this person seemed like an unparalleled evil demon who wanted to destroy all things and devour the entire world!

But even so, Hong Yi still hummed to comfort the girl, and stared at the man more closely, with a variety of thoughts in his mind - this guy was not conscious, and it seemed that there was an opportunity to take advantage of him.

While Hong Yi was thinking, the man had already looked over.

But this time, there was no more madness in his eyes, but instead a darkness, like a bottomless abyss, which frightened Hong Yi and made him feel even colder in his heart.

This person was able to cultivate his martial arts to such a level, so he must be a man of great wisdom and talent. He was unconscious just now, and it is very likely that there was something wrong with his martial arts.

But when a truly strong person regains his due wisdom, no one can guess what he is thinking.

At least, Hong Yi didn't think he could do it.

The bald giant narrowed his eyes, examining the devastated battlefield, and uttered a calm voice without a trace of madness.

"Boy, you ask who I am? Then I will tell you right now, so listen carefully!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Hong Yi and Tu Shansang's faces became serious. They knew that with this man's martial arts skills, he must have an earth-shaking background.

Judging from this man's appearance, he doesn't seem to be from Middle-earth. I wonder if he is a Huo Luo warrior from the Western Regions, a Yun Meng master from the grassland, or an alien from overseas?

While the two were thinking, they heard the man's sonorous and proud voice:

“I am Temujin, the Prime Minister of Fengge Luantai and the Ambassador of Southeast Road, the head of Xiaoyao Sect, the General of Chongtian Anti-Japanese War, and the Governor of Southeast Road’s military and political affairs.

"I have been blessed by His Majesty to serve as an advisor to the central government, to supervise the various martial arts factions, and to eliminate the Japanese invasion in the coastal areas. I have been loved by the elders in the southeast and have been called 'Prince Baolong'."

Tu Shansang didn't know much about the outside world. After hearing these words, he felt that this man was truly unfathomable, with influence in both the black and white worlds. According to the words of the ancestor, this person was the leading figure in the southeast?
Hong Yi was stunned when he heard this.

The Daqian government system set up the Cabinet and six ministries at the center and divided the local areas into provinces. No one has ever heard of the sayings of "Fengge Luantai Pingzhangshi" or "Southeast Dao Demoting Ambassadors".

Moreover, the Daluo Sect, where his father Hong Xuanji came from, is the holy land of martial arts in the south, and the eldest lady's Zhao family is also the most prominent family in the south.

Given Hong Xuanji's status, why would the imperial court send such a person to lead the southeast and serve as the "General who fights against the Japanese pirates"?

Where does the word "Wa" come from?
As for the four words "Lord Baolong", they are even more shocking. Everyone in the world knows that the current Emperor Qian is a great ruler with great authority.

If the other party is really the so-called "general" or "deposed envoy", even if the people in the southeast eat the heart and liver of the ancient dragon, they will never dare to call a court official "Prince"

You know, even though his father was the Grand Tutor, the head of all officials, he was only a marquis.

Because of these inconsistencies, Hong Yi was almost certain that although the other party seemed sober now, he was still talking nonsense.

Just as Hong Yi expected, the man who called himself Temujin, after saying this in the manner of naming dishes, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed uncontrollably.

“Hahahahahaha, actually these are all disguises. My real identity is the Lord of the East China Sea Magician Palace, Qiantang Dragon King.

I have come here today to flood the eight hundred miles of crops and bring disaster to all the people in the southeast region!"

As he spoke, Temujin's body began to change. Scales pierced his skin and clothes, horns grew on his forehead, his facial bones twisted, his five fingers turned into sharp claws, and his caudal vertebrae emerged and turned into a long tail.

Hong Yi only felt that he was in a bizarre and terrifying nightmare. The monster that should have only existed in his imagination now appeared so vividly before his eyes.

In an instant, this man turned from a mighty man into a half-human, half-dragon monster. Every scale and every muscle emanated a burning, violent aura from the inside out.

At this time, Hong Yi had already believed everything this person said. If this figure wasn't a demon dragon, what else could it be? !

But how could such a powerful Dragon King come ashore just to flood the crops?

No, food is the most important thing for people. You should know that the most important foundation for the noble families in Tianzhou of the Middle-earth is the magical rice in the fields.

These rices are all spiritual roots. Eating them all year round can strengthen the muscles and bones. Because of this, the chances of success for disciples from aristocratic families are thousands of times greater than those of ordinary people.

When Hong Yi thought of this, he suddenly took a breath of cold air and felt creepy.

——It would have been fine if he had not made a move, but once he did, he did it with such a drastic move that destroyed his very foundation. He is indeed a peerless monster, so vicious, and countless times stronger than those monsters that kill people and suck blood!
Temujin looked at the two again and said with a strange smile:
"The only person who can stop me in this world is this thief Fahai. I came here to eradicate this evil and clear the last obstacle.

That bald pirate Fahai cares the most about his disciples. You two are just right for me to be hostages, hahahahahaha!"

Amidst wild laughter, "Temujin" stretched out his hands and grabbed Hong Yi and Tu Shansang, one on the left and one on the right, under his ribs. He paused with his right foot, and his body broke through the soil and went underground.

After hearing these words, Hong Yi's face turned pale. He had never expected that he, a scholar with no power at all, would be involved in such a battle between powerful people at this level.

Hong Yi suddenly heard a voice, soft and gentle, touching his heart, which made him calm down involuntarily:
"Don't panic, young master. Although this man is fierce and stubborn, he will definitely be defeated if he meets the master! When that happens, maybe we can take the opportunity to get close to him and punch him a few times to vent our anger!"

These innocent and lovely words diluted the strong sense of crisis in Hong Yi's heart. He smiled bitterly, but his heart was uncontrollably filled with warmth, and he nodded gently.

Hearing the words of the magic dragon, it seemed that he was quite afraid of the "bald thief Fa Hai". This person was most likely the ancestor that Miss Sang mentioned.

Now, Hong Yi can only put all his hopes on him, hoping that this ancestor really has the ability to subdue dragons and demons. Otherwise, there will be a great disaster in the world!
It's just that the name Fahai seems to have a Buddhist style, and this person just said that he came from the East Sea Magician Palace...

Hong Yi's eyes moved, and he suddenly thought of the origin of this West Mountain. It was during the siege of the Great Zen Temple 20 years ago that it fell from the sky, and was then moved to the vicinity of Yujing City by a group of powerful men casting a spell.

So, could it be that this demon dragon who calls himself "Temüjin" is the legendary strong man who occupied the Demon God Cave in Yunwu Mountain, and the man at the foot of the mountain is the great monk who came from the Dachan Temple in the past? !
After Hong Yi came to this conclusion, he became more nervous.

The reason is very simple. After the battle in the past, the demon was still able to stir up trouble outside, but this master has never appeared in the world. Comparing the two, he is inevitably at a disadvantage.

The sound of "Temujin" moving underground was so loud that the entire West Mountain shook, alarming another existence in the mountain, and several clear shouts were heard one after another.

"who is it!"

"Who are you to be so presumptuous?"

At least five or six figures rose into the sky, each using martial arts and Taoist techniques, and rushed towards the depths of the underground.

Even from such a distance, Hong Yi could feel the fiery blood energy emanating from their bodies, which was incomparable to that of the instructors and guards in the marquis's mansion, and even Marquis Wu Wen's personal soldiers.

Obviously, this is a group of masters with outstanding strength, and they should have the same background as Tu Shan Sang.

But Temujin did not even turn his head. He just waved his hand and with unparalleled momentum, he rushed across the sky, knocked out the group of Xishan masters, and made them fall to the ground and faint.

Seeing this scene, Hong Yi's assessment of Temujin's strength further increased in his mind, and he became more and more worried.

——It has come to this, but the ancestor still hasn't taken any action. Could it be that he is really bound and unable to be free?

After a while, Temujin led the two men a hundred feet underground and came to a secret house.

It was unknown who had excavated this secret palace. It was a hundred feet in radius and extremely wide. On it was a map of the celestial sphere, with stars glittering and twinkling. However, the arrangement of the galaxies was different from the starry sky that Hong Yi had seen.
Below it is a map of the true shapes of the Five Mountains. The mountains are majestic and undulating. Although they are imposing, they are not any of the famous mountains that Hong Yi knows.

In the center of the map of the true shapes of the Five Mountains, there is a round stone about ten feet high, shaped like a large cocoon and also like a heart. The stone is covered with tiny holes, and a whimpering sound constantly comes out of it.

This stone is connected to the earth's veins and the stars in the sky. It is more like a spiritual fetus than a stone.

Even though Hong Yi was not proficient in martial arts or Taoism, he could clearly feel that there was an extremely rich and pure vitality within him.

Just by taking a breath of the air in this secret palace, he felt that his limbs and bones were extremely clear, the pain disappeared, and his body became a lot lighter.

Temujin no longer had time to care about him, but raised his head and looked at the mountain wall behind the boulder.

The mountain wall was not rough at all, but extremely smooth and crystal clear, like a newly polished mirror, reflecting a human figure.

That person sat cross-legged with his back to the crowd, wearing feathered robes and a star-shaped crown, with sleeves fluttering in the wind. He looked aloof from the world, as if he wanted to ride the wind home, straight up to the ninth heaven, sit high in a jade-like building, stroke the white moon, and overlook the world.

Only then did Hong Yi realize that Tu Shansang had never told any lies. Just by looking at the scroll, he could feel a great sense of freedom and ease.

If this isn't a fairy, then what else is a fairy?!

For a moment, he could not help but immerse himself in this feeling of being moved, speechless for a long time, and even forgot why Master Fahai turned out to be such a Taoist with such a transcendent temperament.

Tu Shan Sang faced the scroll, jumped up, waved his fists, and shouted:
"Ancestor! Ancestor!"

Temujin looked solemn, his hands clenched into fists, his scales stood up, his hair and beard fluttered, and it was obvious that he was not calm. He shouted angrily:
"You baldy thief, how dare you ruin my good deeds? Take your life!"

The person in the painting was unmoved. A soft sigh was heard, echoing in the cave. Although the voice was low, it was like a tsunami, and went straight into Temujin's brain. "I am the thief bald, who are you?"

Temujin had thought about this question before, and answered without any hesitation, saying:

"My name is Temujin, the master of the East Sea Magic Palace, the Qiantang Dragon King. I am here to destroy the Buddhist sect and let the magic flourish in the world!"

"You said, you are the devil and I am the Buddha?"

Although the man in the painting still had his back to the crowd, Hong Yi and the others could sense that he smiled, a faint smile, as if he found Temujin's statement extremely interesting.

Upon hearing this, Temujin's expression changed again. His face covered with scales suddenly twisted, as if he was struggling extremely, or as if he remembered something and had a splitting headache.

Hong Yi sensed an ominous premonition from the man's tone, and his expression changed. He pulled Tu Shansang back, looking solemn and ready for battle.

Temujin held his head with both hands and suddenly knelt on one knee. After a long while, he raised his head, and his scales retracted, revealing a broad forehead and a very majestic face.

This face was different from the bald man just now, but Hong Yi felt that this was his true appearance.

The person in the painting sighed again:
“In fact, you are the Buddha.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Temujin suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened from a dream, and understood the past. He exuded a domineering spirit that wanted to dominate the world.

Hong Yi's whole body was shocked, and he felt that he was surrounded by blood, swords, and horses, as if he had fallen into a battlefield where the fighting was raging.

The person in the painting, who was pure and elegant, like an immortal, suddenly became mysterious and gloomy. The picture with green mountains and waters as the background suddenly turned dark and extremely gloomy.

Even Tu Shansang, who had great trust in the ancestor, felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His whole body was cold and even his breathing had stopped.

Hong Yi felt even more distracting thoughts in his mind, his seven emotions showed on his face, and his six desires were running rampant. If he had not been well-read and had not practiced sincerity and righteousness, he would have been unable to control himself and would have shown all kinds of ugly behaviors.

The man in the painting turns around, revealing a face with straight features that is simply a work of art, extremely handsome, and full of masculine and heroic spirit, a face that makes people forget the world.

As soon as Hong Yi saw this face, the deep-rooted impression of "immortal" in his mind disappeared, and was replaced by only one word, that is, God.

——A god who embodies the laws of nature and controls the universe!
Coupled with his unscrupulous, mysterious and gloomy temperament, this man is not just a god, but also a demon!
However, although this person looks like a flesh and blood body, upon closer inspection, he is actually illusory, as if made up of wisps of green smoke. It is obvious that he is just a soul and spirit, not a physical body.

Although Hong Yi often read stories about gods and ghosts, this was the first time he saw such a creature and he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

"Temujin" was also extremely afraid of this devil-like man, but rather than fear, there was more anger in his eyes.

Temujin took a deep breath and took a step forward, shaking the mountains and the earth. Fine cracks appeared on the rock wall, spreading in all directions, and the sound of shattering continued.

There was a fire burning in his eyes as he spoke word by word:

"Twenty years, twenty years. I, Yin Yue, have never been so clear-headed. All this is thanks to you, the Master of Pingtian, the Slow Walking and Slow Stepping Method!"

Print the moon?

Upon hearing this name, Hong Yi and Tu Shansang were both stunned.

They had all heard that twenty years ago, there was an elder in the Great Zen Temple named Master Yinyue, who reached the immortal path through his fists and achieved the realm of human immortality. He was even better than the two top martial saints, King Shenwei and Marquis Wuwen, and was truly the number one martial artist in the world.

But, didn't this man die in battle? !

Considering the content of the conversation between the two just now, Hong Yi suddenly had a guess. He was shocked, but he was not sure.

Because if it was really as he expected, the methods of this Pingtian Sect Leader were simply incredible!

The person in the painting also had a look of deep regret on his face, and sighed:

"Twenty years. It's already been twenty years..."

Although he only had his divine thoughts here, he was calm when facing Yin Yue, the human immortal. He put his hands behind his back and smiled:

"These twenty years are indeed what I owe you. If you hadn't helped me share my evil thoughts, it would have taken me at least another twenty years to truly wake up."

While Xu Xing was speaking, he glanced at Hong Yi, his tone vague and unpredictable.

"By then, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Yin Yue took another step forward.

The extremely suppressed anger merged with the blood, energy and fist intention, and turned into a blazing red sun, lingering around the body, emitting a molten-hot breath, with unparalleled strength ready to burst out.

He spoke in a sonorous and straightforward voice:
"The grudge between you and me ends with this punch."

Yin Yue's words were straight to the point, just like his fist, without a trace of pretense or affectation, and came completely from the heart.

Xu Xing smiled:
"One punch, isn't that a little short?"

Yin Yue clenched her fist and said bluntly:
"Not a small amount. In the past twenty years, I have gained your memories and have made considerable progress. Moreover..."

He looked at Xu Xing and the spiritual fetus and shook his head.

"You don't have a physical body now, and the Human Immortal Fist is best at restraining the soul. I have already taken advantage of you."

Xu Xing raised his eyebrows, without making any comment. He just stretched out his hand, indicating that Yin Yue could punch. This was completely the attitude of an elder master facing a younger disciple.

But Yinyue didn't think there was anything wrong.

Because Yinyue possessed some of Xu Xing's memories, she was very clear about how the methods of this leader from outer space were endless and unfathomable.

Such a person, even if only his spirit is left here, will not allow Yin Yue to be careless in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Yin Yue shouted in a deep voice, took another step forward, came in front of Xu Xing's soul, and punched him directly. His blood and energy boiled to the extreme, and his fist intention burst out completely.

Hong Yi and Tu Shansang only felt that this hundred-foot cave suddenly turned into a scorching hell with molten lava overflowing and flames shooting into the sky. In such an environment, not to mention the soul leaving the body, even the physical body could not support it.

Xu Xing saw the image of a Buddha supporting the sky and the earth on Yin Yue's body. He also heard the rumbling Sanskrit sounds from the major acupoints on his body, which seemed to suppress the ten directions of the heavens and subdue all the evil demons.

This Buddha seemed to have fought his way out of the Shura field, attained enlightenment in endless disputes and bloody battles. He had an invincible spirit and Buddhist principles that could lead people to convert. He was truly a true fighting Buddha.

Although Yin Yue's mind has been in a state of confusion and he has hardly been lucid for a moment in the past twenty years, he is a human immortal after all, and he spontaneously put the parts of Xu Xing's memory that are in line with his own martial arts to use for himself.

What benefited Yinyue the most was the Buddhist magical powers learned by Xu Xing and the War God Atlas from Temujin.

The combination of the two, plus Yin Yue's own Tathagata seal, became the true fighting Buddha today.

Or in other words - Fighting Buddha!
Facing this punch, Xu Xing showed an expression of appreciation on his face. He rolled up his right sleeve, put his five fingers together to form a palm, and pushed it out flatly to fight against Yin Yue's Fighting Buddha's Fist.

Yin Yue's fist is no longer the same as it was twenty years ago. If it were to face Meng Shenji's "Divine Sword of the Universe" and "Divine Sword of Time", they could be easily broken with just one strike.

However, there was a burning intention running through Xu Xing's palm, like the hub of the celestial axis, turning the universe, mediating the creation, pulling the stars in the sky, and turning it into his own power.

Compared with the vast and boundless "Divine Sword of the Universe", the artistic conception of this palm is even more powerful, vast and majestic.

As soon as Yin Yue's fist came into contact with it, it was immediately frustrated. Although the strength of his fist did not change, it still looked chaotic.

Xu Xing put his five fingers together, and the map of the true shape of the Five Mountains suddenly lit up, connecting the earth's energy for a hundred miles, and the patterns intertwined to form five mountains, which fell down with a loud bang, crushing the strength with a grinding force.

However, after receiving the punch, his Dharma body, which was made up of his soul, began to flicker and his shape became blurry and vibrating, as if it would collapse on the spot at any time, turning into wisps of smoke and returning to the scroll.

Yin Yue was a trustworthy person. Even though she saw Xu Xing reveal such a big flaw, she still kept her promise and did not pester him. She retreated quickly and came to a place about ten feet away from Xu Xing.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure with a complicated expression. After a long moment, he sighed and said:
"I haven't seen you for twenty years. You are still as elegant as ever. Although you haven't completely regained your old appearance, your magical powers have reached a new level. I admire you very much."

In addition to emotion, Yin Yue's tone also contained some unknown sighs.

Although he and Xu Xing had only met once, they were true "heartfelt" friends with a complicated relationship that could not be told to outsiders.

Xu Xing shook his head and said:

“Over the past twenty years, although you have learned my magical powers, your mind has not yet recovered, so you have mixed up your boxing skills.

If it really was you from twenty years ago, even though your boxing skills and intentions are not as good as they are now, I may not be able to take one punch from you in my current state.

Even a single mistake can lead to eternal damnation."

There was no exaggeration in Xu Xing's words.

Although Yin Yue today has acquired his memories and practiced the martial arts system he founded that combines essence, energy and spirit, her boxing skills are not as pure and clear as they were back then.

In fact, such a fist is indeed strong enough, and there will be no problem even against a top ghost fairy like Meng Shenji.

It's a pity that he met Xu Xing, the real master, and naturally returned empty-handed.

Even though he has not fully recovered, he still has the ability to take advantage of opportunities and attack the weak.

Although Xu Xing said such horrifying words as "eternal damnation", his expression remained calm, and deep in his eyes, he even seemed eager to try.

Yin Yue sighed again when she saw this, and was convinced:

"The leader's talent and boxing skills really make me admire him."

Hong Yi and Tu Shansang, who were standing by, were watching the conversation between the two and felt dazzled. They couldn't even tell whether these two were enemies, friends, or both.
Xu Xing looked at Yin Yue and felt a sigh in his heart. To him, these twenty years were extremely long, even comparable to the sum of his other experiences in this life.

Twenty years ago, Xu Xing came to this world with the fundamental spiritual consciousness of the "Demon Lord Wutan".

It's just that the spiritual consciousness of "Demon Lord Wutan" is incredibly strong after absorbing thousands of years of spiritual wisdom in the previous world and combining it with the demon consciousness of powerful demons from all generations.

Even with Xu Xing's fist and physical body, he couldn't hold it, and he was almost completely infected by the devil.

Fortunately, there was a fierce battle on Taishi Mountain at that time, and the barrier of the void was extremely fragile, allowing him to break through and enter, colliding head-on with the Daqian Dynasty's national treasure, the Boat of Fortune.

Xu Xing, with the power of the Demon Lord, rammed the unrepaired Boat of Fortune, then crushed Meng Shenji's human body, and finally crashed into Yin Yue.

The aftermath of this collision almost caused the entire Taishi Mountain to collapse, and the imperial court suffered heavy casualties, not just tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands or even millions.

The surging demonic power of Demon Lord Wutan was also greatly damaged by these continuous collisions.

When he finally collided with Yin Yue, Xu Xing's body had almost collapsed, mixed with infinite demonic intent, and merged into Yin Yue's body.

Yin Yue was a human immortal whose body and soul were one. After being hit like that, even his soul was severely damaged. As a result, he has been acting crazy for the past twenty years and he doesn't even know who he is.

After crashing into the Taishi Mountains, Xu Xing's real body completely lost control of his boxing skills and turned into a mountain hundreds of feet high. After the war, it was moved back to Yujing and became Xishan.

In fact, Yin Yue also knew that Xu Xing's kindness to her was greater than his hatred.

If it weren't for him, I might have died at the hands of Meng Shenji long ago, and even my body might have been taken away and made into magic weapons or armor, and I would never rest in peace for the rest of my life.

In addition, Yin Yue also gained many benefits from Xu Xing's memory, but he always did things one by one, and always had to vent his anger before he could sit down and talk about the matter.

Yin Yue looked at the spirit fetus again, with surprise in her eyes, and exclaimed:

"The master's magical powers are truly extraordinary."

With his vision and knowledge, he could naturally see that Xu Xing was using some method to transform his own original essence into a spiritual fetus, which was nourished day and night with the earth's energy and star power. Once it was born, it was bound to make a world-shaking impact.

Such existences have been recorded in history, but those spirit fetuses were buried deep underground. It took them millions or tens of millions of years to accumulate rich essence and become spiritual. It is incredible that they have the power of human immortals as soon as they are born.

It is said that the ancient holy emperor "Hong" was born from such a divine womb and eventually achieved the highest realm of martial arts.

But now, Xu Xing used the magical powers he had learned to transform his body into a divine stone spirit fetus, reshape his origin, and return from the acquired to the innate.

This method is simply unheard of, even the ancient Holy Emperor is inferior to it.

Hearing this, Xu Xing just shook his head and said:

"Just a few tricks."

The origin of his supernatural power comes from the "Taiyin Body Refining Method" circulated in Taoism in the previous world.

Ever since Xu Xing took charge of Tian Gang, he has almost acquired all the inheritance of the Taoist sect in the human world. However, due to time constraints, he is unable to experiment and master them one by one.

During the past twenty years trapped in Xishan, although Xu Xing's soul could not leave this place and roam the world, he also used this long time to master all these methods and turn them into his own nourishment.

Of course, Xu Xing’s gains and progress in the past twenty years are far more than just this.

The "Taiyin Body Refining Method" was a method he came up with to solve his current predicament and repair his body.

In addition to the "Taiyin Refining Form", Xu Xing also referred to the "Yu Gong" method of absorbing the spiritual energy of the earth veins, as well as the Zhengyi Dao's great array of stars in the sky.

His Dharma body already contained the original power of Wuzhiqi. Now he could take this opportunity to cleanse the acquired impurities in his body and completely return to his innate state, becoming a god or demon.

It was because of this that Xu Xing was able to condense the remaining essence of his body into this divine stone spirit fetus.

Yin Yue did not argue with Xu Xing, but just frowned and said:
"The time has not come for the leader to be born yet. I have rashly come here and caused such a commotion. I am afraid there will be some reaction from Yujing City."

Xu Xing smiled and said:

"Over the years, you have been stirring up trouble outside. Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji have to plan the major events of measuring land and rectifying the government, and they also have to gather people to hunt down Meng Shenji all over the world. They are already too busy.

When the spring thunder comes, I will be born, and it won’t be a big deal if they find out then.”

Yin Yue heard the confidence in Xu Xing's words, nodded and remained silent.

He knew that this leader was an extremely powerful person who practiced both martial arts and Taoism. Once he was born, he would take the opportunity to survive the thunder tribulation again. Not to mention catching up with the Supreme Taoist master Meng Shenji, he would at least be no weaker than the creator of seven thunder tribulations.

With such strength, it is more than enough for him to dominate the world, not to mention that he has the help of a human immortal like himself?
Although Hong Yi also remained silent, he was quietly listening to the conversation between the two, not missing any details. When he heard Xu Xing talking about Hong Xuanji and Emperor Qian, his heart immediately moved.

——This senior sits in the West Mountain, but he knows everything about the important affairs of the court. He is truly an all-seeing and powerful person.

Xu Xing turned around again and looked at Hong Yi, his eyes lit up:
"This is Hong Yi, Master Hong?"

Hong Yi was stunned.

No matter how calm he appeared just now, he was only a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old after all. When he saw that this mysterious Pingtian Sect Leader actually knew him and acted familiar with him, he was naturally confused.

Xu Xing smiled and said gently:
"I have long heard of Mr. Hong's great name, but unfortunately, I have never had the chance to meet him."

After hearing this, Hong Yi was even more flattered.

He never thought that he, a mere illegitimate son of the Marquis Wu Wen, could be called a "great name".

Could it be that the other party knows my father, or has a past with my mother?

Xu Xing saw what he was thinking and smiled again.

"Hong Xuanji is not worthy of being my friend. As for your mother Meng Bingyun, although she is a remarkable woman, I have never met her and I don't know what her personality is like."

When Xu Xing was evaluating Hong Xuanji, his expression remained gentle, but he naturally revealed an arrogant and invincible aura, which could not even be described as arrogant, but simply majestic.

He looked directly at Hong Yi and said seriously:
"I am attracted to you, Hong Yi, not because you are someone's son, but because you are Hong Yi, that's all."

When Hong Yi heard this, he felt a surge of blood rushing up to the top of his head, and his heart was filled with excitement. (End of this chapter)