Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 121 Battle with Zhang Zhiwei, Sword of Hell: Zhu Xian!
Just when Mo Yu wanted to throw Chen Duo to the ground in his arms, his movements froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look outside the courtyard, like a mad beast that noticed another beast had entered its territory.

Under the moonlight, his dark red animal pupils suddenly contracted, and his heavy breathing faintly echoed in the silent night.

The aura of the person coming is even stronger and more powerful than his!
Almost instantly, the mad beast Mo Yu abandoned the lovely girl in his arms without any reluctance, and rushed towards the direction of the breath. His burly body was like a gust of wind, cutting through the night sky with golden flames.

In the Law of the Beast, becoming stronger and being safe always take precedence over the opposite sex.

Reproduction is just a seasoning; fighting and killing are the eternal themes in the jungle!

The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei walked slowly into the courtyard, his robe and white beard swaying gently in the night breeze, his old face as calm as water.

He glanced at the miserable and messy scene in the courtyard, then glanced at Mo Yu who had turned into a golden sword light and was shooting straight at him. Feeling the violent and fiery aura, he already understood about 70% of the situation.

"Whatever the reason, this guy put in the most effort tonight, and he really put in a lot of effort."

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart. Even with the background of Tianshi Mansion, Quan Xing would not be able to cause much trouble without Mo Yu's help.

But merit is merit, and the MVP of tonight's battle must be Mo Yu.

"Well, since I have nothing to do, I'll play with you."

A hint of indifferent amusement flashed in the old Taoist's eyes as he looked at the sword blade that was coming at him. The solid golden light that protected his body spread out like water waves, turning into two ropes that cleverly avoided the sharp edge and went straight for Mo Yu's body.

The golden light flows like silk, soft yet tough, indestructible.

The sword energy was surging, and Mo Yu, who was very familiar with the Golden Light Curse, should have been able to easily tear apart all the golden light that protected his body.

But when his sword energy slashed at the old Taoist's golden light, it was like a blunt knife slashing at extremely tough gel. It was not that it could not cut, but that it could not break the thick and solid feeling as heavy as a mountain.

Assuming that the sword energy evolved from the Taiyi combat method can annihilate ten times the same amount of protective golden light, and after breaking the core framework of the opponent's true qi, the entire technique will collapse.

Then the old Taoist's protective golden light was like the true Qi condensed dozens or hundreds of times in the same volume, so thick and heavy that it was suffocating!

The Golden Light Curse could not indeed block Mo Yu's Taiyi Sword Qi, but Zhang Zhiwei could.

The protective sword energy dissipated, and the golden rope wrapped around his body. The sword stopped three inches in front of the old Taoist priest. The sword tip trembled, and the golden flame and the protective golden light intertwined, making a sharp clanging sound.

Even though he transformed into a mad beast, Mo Yu's fighting talent was still there. He instinctively swung his sword and the two golden ropes wrapped around his body were cut off by the Yitian Divine Sword. The golden light at the broken ends scattered like broken stars and drifted in the moonlight.

It is indeed difficult to cut through the golden light of the old Taoist priest with just the external sword energy, but with the Yitian sword in hand, the power of Mo Yu Taiyi's sword energy increased tenfold, and wherever the sword goes, the aura is fierce!

"Ah."

The old Taoist priest raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his chuckle seemed to contain praise, but also a hint of ridicule.

Normally speaking, after the extraordinary person's true qi is released from the body, the spell framework within the true qi is destroyed and dissipates into the original qi. The best solution is to take back the framework of the reconstruction technique in the body and transform it into true qi again.

But the reason why Zhang Zhiwei stands out is that he is beyond common sense.

With a flick of his index finger, the broken end of the golden rope suddenly connected to the scattered golden Qi, and the framework was reconstructed! The scattered Qi flowed back like water, condensing into a golden rope again, binding Mo Yu even tighter, making his bones creak faintly.

"How, how is this possible!?"

Mo Yu's dark red pupils shrank suddenly, and a flicker of disbelief flashed across his eyes. How could the scattered Qi be reconstructed outside the body? This overturned his understanding of magic.

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm. Glancing at Mo Yu's slightly changed expression, he understood clearly in his heart that this kid was completely capable of waking up on his own at this moment. The reason why he was still not awake was that he wanted to take this opportunity to test his old bones with his own hands.

He could have defeated the enemy with one move, but the old Taoist priest's eyes showed a bit more interest, so there was no need to end it in a hurry.

The sword flashed again, and Mo Yu cut off the golden ropes that were wrapped around him. He retreated violently, his eyes as sharp as torches, and locked onto Zhang Zhiwei's hands. He wanted to see how the old Taoist priest did such an outrageous thing as reconstructing the true Qi framework outside the body.

Zhang Zhiwei did not hide anything. If Mo Yu wanted to see it, he would explain it clearly.

Anyway, if this skill is not passed on to Mo Yu, no one in the Tianshi Mansion will be able to learn it, and it will be a pity if it is lost.

The broken golden rope sought the broken end like a living thing, and then in Mo Yu's dark red beast eyes, the broken golden light intertwined little by little, becoming as solid as before.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, but Zhang Zhiwei deliberately slowed down the performance. If he used all his strength, it would only take a moment.

"Do you see clearly?"

"..."

Mo Yu pursed his lips and remained silent.

He was still in a frenzy. If he replied now, wouldn't that be admitting he was awake? How could he fight the old Taoist priest then?

As for the old master's move, Mo Yu knew it was true. It should be the "Tai Yi Jin Hua Zongzhi" Volume 12: Zhou Tian: "Zhou Tian is not dominated by Qi, but the secret is to focus on the heart."

After this stage of practice, the Zhoutian is no longer the "Zhitian of Meridians", but the "Zhitian of True Qi"!
Zhoutian means "independent without changing, circulating without end". In plain words, it can be called a circulatory system.

There are small and large Zhoutian.

The small circulation is inside the body.

For example, the circulation of Qi and blood is something that people are born with; and the circulation of meridians, although it is innate and cannot be cultivated later, it is still work done inside the body.

The Great Circulation is outside the body.

Like the circulation of true Qi, it breaks through the shackles between the small world of the human body and the large world of nature, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish oneself.

The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine says, "Without going in and out, there would be no growth, growth, growth, or aging." This is what it's talking about.

Theoretically speaking, if one can open up the internal and external Qi circulation, he or she has obtained the ticket to immortality.

Mo Yu didn't know why, and he couldn't figure out how the old master did it.

There are some things you cannot understand when you read them in a book, but if an experienced person shows them to you in real life, you will quickly understand what the content in the book is referring to.

Just by watching the old Taoist priest show off his skills, many thoughts flashed through Mo Yu's mind.

And when Kuang Lu was unable to boost his own strength to a higher level, Mo Yu's desire to become stronger and to fight against the strong took the dominant position again.

Black Qi surged out of his body and gathered in his left palm, arresting spirits and sending out generals!

The remaining golden sword energy was gathered in his right palm, Taiyi sword energy!

Although the dark red pupils had not returned to normal, their sharpness had faded and their expression was restrained.

Two pairs of equally bright and restrained eyes met.

Invisible waves surged, and Mo Yu blinked, his energy nearly being sucked into the old master's eyes. The two realms were completely incomparable. However, Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes secretly, shocked in his heart. What a terrifying talent! I had just taught Mo Yu Huiguang yesterday, and in just one day, he had reached this level.

If Mo Yu had not already been a Wudang disciple, Zhang Zhiwei would have been tempted to accept him as his last disciple.

But is this the limit of Mo Yu's talent? No, absolutely not!

Mo Yu closed his eyes, drew in the air with his left hand, and black energy condensed into talismans at his fingertips.

The old Taoist priest's mouth twitched slightly. He had just obtained the Tongtian Talisman half a day ago, but he actually started using it directly and created a talisman that had never been seen before.

Tongtian Lu is a technique to seek help from big guys, but I'm going to seek help directly from myself!
The tyrant's spirit in the Second Heaven Palace was stunned. He had just created the method of leveraging force, and you were already using it? However, he did not try to stop him. After all, the success of the method depended on its actual use.

At the cost of my remaining soul, another 'me' will lend me the power to speak!

Mo Yu slapped the talisman written in the air on his chest with one palm, and a golden energy emerged from his body out of thin air. The two golden energy of the same origin and type interacted in his body without any stagnation.

With three more years of cultivation out of nowhere, happiness comes.

“Ha~hahahahahaha!”

Mo Yu laughed wildly towards the sky, his voice shaking the night sky.

The Taiyi sword energy that was originally swaying like a candle in the wind suddenly increased dramatically, surged, and surged wildly!
Waving the sword and pointing it at the old Taoist priest—Taiyi Combat Technique: Breaking the Sheath!

The sword flashed, and Mo Yu moved faster, forcing himself in front of Zhang Zhiwei, with the sharp edge of the Yitian sword.

The two golden ropes were chopped into pieces by the divine sword before they could get close to him, and then turned into powder by the sword energy.

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm. Mo Yu had indeed become stronger, but to put it bluntly, it was an increase in quantity rather than a qualitative change.

What good would it do to give you another three years of cultivation? Can you really beat me, an old Taoist, in terms of cultivation?
He was too lazy to raise his hands to block it. The protective golden light radiated outward for six feet, and the hilt of the Yitian Sword was stuck by the protective golden light. Mo Yu's face froze, and he couldn't move forward even half an inch.

The Yitian Sword is indeed a powerful divine weapon. With the blessing of Taiyi Sword Qi, it can even cut through Zhang Zhiwei's body protection golden light, but so what? Your sword is only three feet long.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't do anything either, but just stared at Mo Yu quietly, wanting to see the limit of this kid's talent and whether he could give him more surprises today.

"Ugh"

Mo Yu saw what the old Taoist priest was thinking and was too lazy to pretend to be crazy. He sighed, drew out the Yitian Sword and took three steps back.

He stared at the golden barrier that was like a natural moat, his mind racing with thoughts.

"What should I do? How can I break the old Heavenly Master's protective golden light?"

"Golden Skyline? No, that won't work. To put it simply, this move involves accumulating and compressing sword energy to its maximum, then releasing it instantly. However, with my current sword energy, no matter how much I compress it, it's impossible to break it. This is determined by the difference in cultivation between me and the old Heavenly Master."

"The only way I can break the golden light that protects him is with the Heavenly Sword in my hand, but the blade of the Heavenly Sword is only three feet long, so it's impossible to cut into it."

At this moment, many thoughts emerged in Mo Yu's mind. Should he borrow Qin Shi Mo Yu's power as well? It was meaningless. He himself found it boring to simply add up the power.

Tongtian Lu, Binding Spirits and Sending Generals, Fenghou Qimen, Taiji Jin, Golden Light Curse.
One after another unique skills flashed through my mind, but I couldn't do it, none of them.

It's not that these unique skills are ineffective, but that Mo Yu's realm is not high enough. Even with the same golden light spell, he just can't break the old Taoist's protective golden light.

"Then, the only thing left is to come up with another trick!"

Mo Yu murmured and closed his eyes. The road ahead was blocked and he could only carve out a path of his own to cross the golden chasm.

He then focused his attention on the Sword of Hell, which he had thought about before!
The characteristics of the Commander-in-Chief's Hell Sword flashed through his mind one by one, and the verses of the Dharmathara Sutra flowed through his mind, blending with his own understanding of the martial arts, as well as the residual warmth of his wild desire.

'The body is also like this; the four elements are like poisonous snakes. The wise can abandon them and not be harmed by them.'

With his mind fixed on this sentence of scripture, Mo Yu suddenly realized something.

Buddhism divides the human body into four elements: earth, water, fire and wind, but the Bodhidharma Sutra says that the four elements are poisonous snakes. Thinking about the chapter on impure view in the Bodhidharma Sutra, Mo Yu began to think.

What is the difference between the physical body and the Heavenly Sword?
How come flesh, blood, tendons and bones can form a physical body, but this sword cannot merge into my body and become a part of me?

'Self-nature is not solid, and there is no self in the emptiness of silence. It arises from the power of cause and condition, and because it arises, it ceases.'

How can there be any "solid" existence that can bind my true self? It is all just the combination of causes and conditions.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, under the Taiji Heavenly Palace, the bloody battlefield is littered with bones, debris, and broken swords.

A burly figure with Yin Qi intertwined stood proudly, and behind him appeared the shadow of a wild beast roaring.

In front of him, a hiltless broken sword slowly rose from the river of blood.

As the burly figure drew his sword, Mo Yu in the present world let go of the hilt of the Yitian Sword and grasped the Shenfeng blade!
Blood flowed down the palm of his hand and dyed the sword edge red.

The sword seemed to be connected to his flesh and blood.

It seemed like an ordinary stab, but the blood-red sword light suddenly pierced through the old Taoist's golden body protection that was like a natural chasm.

Zhang Zhiwei gripped the sword with two fingers, blood dripping from his fingertips, staining a corner of his robe red.

"Nice sword technique, does it have a name?"

Staring at the sword marks on his fingertips caused by the sword energy, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes showed admiration and amazement. Mo Yu's sword had already touched the edge of the realm of heaven and man.

"Sword of Hell: Immortal Slaying."

Mo Yu's tone was flat, and there was no joy or sadness in his eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei knocked the sword of Yitian out of Mo Yu's hand with a flick of his fingers, and then appeared behind Mo Yu in a flash, slashing his neck with a palm knife wrapped in a protective golden light.

After a series of battles and the invasion of the four crazy abilities, Mo Yu was exhausted to the limit both physically and mentally.

And when he had swung out this last sword with all his might, his energy was almost exhausted. The old Taoist priest just touched him lightly on the back of the neck, as if he had found a reason to rest.

The bloody god of war fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Zhu Xian? You kid."

Zhang Zhiwei casually grabbed Mo Yu in his hand and was a little dissatisfied with the name. How could he not know who Mo Yu referred to?

"I am not an immortal, I am just an ordinary person."

(End of this chapter)