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

Chapter 144: Cause and Effect, Fight! (Part )

The moment the unfamiliar aura of Mo Yu appeared in the cave, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

A strange formation quietly appeared, and mysterious patterns spread like water waves, instantly covering the entire wide cave and enveloping him.

The light in the cave is dim, with only the morning light coming in from the entrance casting mottled shadows, making the moss on the stone wall faintly visible.

"In terms of strength, it's higher than Senior Brother Wang Ye's, but not as versatile."

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the formation under his feet. He was too lazy to think about it, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the trick.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the hero Mo Yu had already displayed 4,320 games in all directions, deducing them day and night. No matter how Feng Hou Qimen changed, it could not transcend the framework of these 4,320 games.

In terms of strength, the hero Mo Yu is actually getting stronger every minute.

If one day he could really deduce the Qimen Bureau to the number of 'Nine Palaces' and use the hexagrams to evolve the myriad phenomena in heaven and earth, then he would be able to truly master all changes in the world.

Mo Yu is different from the other heroes, he takes the path of going against the grain and returning to unity.

Feng Hou Qimen's 'Seventy-two Transformations', he quickly mastered it after he revised the new version of the three levels of reverse birth.

He has always been on the path of seeking inward, and has already gone a long way.

"I lead the Zhou Tian in the first place, and I am the king of all the changes in the Zhou Tian!"

Two voices sounded almost simultaneously, and two figures, one old and one young, spoke almost simultaneously. Their voices overlapped and echoed between the stone walls.

The old voice was low and a bit crazy; the young voice was lazy and a bit sharp.

The same sentence, spoken from two different mouths, has completely different meanings.

"Kun character, Earth River Car!"

The earth suddenly surged and cracked, and the huge rocks twisted and squirmed like living things. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a giant rock snake that covered the sky and the sun, and rushed towards Mo Yu with great momentum.

Gravel flew everywhere, dust filled the sky, the morning light was obscured to a ray, and the wind at the cave entrance was blown back by the force.

Mo Yu stood there without moving. The morning light poured down from behind him, making his shadow long and blurry.

The metal alienation on his right arm beneath the black robe sleeve had not yet been resolved, preventing him from bending it, but this did not prevent him from raising it and aiming his palm at the giant rock snake that was pouncing on him.

The next moment, an invisible sharp edge burst out from his palm, and the Qi flow condensed into an inch-long sword energy.

"laugh--"

Before the giant rock snake could even touch it, it split apart like cheese hitting a hot knife.

The sword energy was so strong that the giant snake's huge body was split into two. The broken stones fell to the ground like rain, making a series of dull sounds and stirring up circles of dust.

Amidst the chaotic scattering of rubble, a gaunt, aged figure, as nimble as a monkey, darted out from the swirling rocks. Using the rubble for cover, he instantly reached Mo Yu. With a twist of his waist, he unleashed a burst of force like a bowstring.

'Strong and powerful. Banlan Chui!'

One punch hit the cheek, another struck the stomach. The punches were so fast that they were almost blurry. It was hard to imagine that the attack came from the hands of a centenarian.

Mo Yu restrained his sword energy, stretched out his right arm, and without dodging or evading, he charged sideways.

With a crisp "clang" sound, Master Lu's fists hit Mo Yu's metal right arm hard.

The punch was as powerful as a hammer hitting a bell, but it failed to shake it at all.

The next moment, Mo Yu's brutal force exploded, and Master Lu's thin body was immediately knocked back.

It’s not that Mr. Lu is weak, but that he suffers from a light body.

No matter how strong a centenarian is, his body weighs only a few dozen kilograms, while Mo Yu's metal right arm alone weighs nearly twenty kilograms. He used the heavy to hit the light, so it was naturally Master Lu who flew out.

The little old man rolled in the air to relieve the force, and his thin figure was as agile as an old ape.

The rock on the cave ceiling squirmed, as if under invisible control, automatically extending a protrusion that landed right at Lu Ye's feet, becoming his fulcrum. He tapped his toes, steadying himself, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.

"Eight Divine Powers, Nine Earths!" With a thought, the steady and solid earth energy surged from the soles of his feet, instantly filling his entire body.

The old man touched the ground with his toes and lunged forward again, clenching his right fist. He used the momentum and the force of a mountain to smash into Mo Yu's chest.

"Strong Hammer! "

Even before the punch landed, the wind from it had already caused the ground to sink slightly, and a faint crackling sound filled the air. Mo Yu didn't dodge, still holding his right arm horizontally to resist. The force of the punch exploded the moment it made contact. This time, Master Lu didn't give Mo Yu a chance to dislodge the force, instead sending it flying. The force of the punch poured out like a flood, unleashing its full force!

With a loud "bang", the ground cracked and spider-web-like cracks suddenly spread.

Mo Yu's feet were deeply sunk into the ground, the mud covering his ankles. His black Taoist robe was rustling in the air waves, but his expression remained calm.

Master Lu's strength is indeed formidable. Not only can he use strange magic techniques with ease, but his Tai Chi skills are also superb. Unfortunately, he is not in his right mind, and can only exert 30% of his strength. He only has power but lacks order.

For Mo Yu, killing someone is just a matter of raising his hand.

If he didn't suppress the Taiyi sword energy in his right arm, he would lose his hand if Master Lu punched him.

But the problem is that Mo Yu came to save people, and all his skills are basically aimed at killing people. If the intensity of the battle is limited to not being able to seriously injure the opponent, he will inevitably be restrained in the fight.

At this moment, Master Lu grabbed Mo Yu's iron arm with both hands, and used the force to swing his thin body. His right leg was like a whip, and he kicked out a piercing kick straight at Mo Yu's heart.

Mo Yu extended his left hand, palm clasping his ankle, and activated the Taiyi fighting method, surging with Qi, disintegrating Master Lu's true Qi layer by layer. But just as his fingertips were about to grasp it firmly, Master Lu flashed and disappeared in front of him.

Turning my head, I saw another figure slowly standing up in the depths of the cave.

That was none other than Master Hong, who was the master of the Mo Yufenghou Qimen. He was a bit stronger than Master Lu, and his eyes were equally empty and lifeless. He stood side by side with Master Lu, their auras intertwined, concealing a hint of madness.

The dim morning light streamed in from the cave entrance, blurring the two figures. The dust had not yet completely settled, and the lingering sound of scattered gravel hummed softly among the cave walls.

At this moment, hurried footsteps could be heard from the cave entrance. Zhou Meng and Taoist Yunlong arrived, practically stepping on Mo Yu's heels. The exchange of moves had only lasted a few breaths, so their speed was undoubtedly fast.

The morning mist outside the cave was torn apart by their figures, bringing in a cold wind that slightly raised the dust inside the cave.

"Mo Yu?" Taoist Yunlong asked with a hint of surprise as he stepped into the cave.

"It's you, kid." Master Hong's voice came from deep inside the cave, low and hoarse, and sounded almost at the same time as Taoist Yunlong's words. One inside and one outside, overlapping in the echo of the cave, seemed weird.

Several people glanced at the traces of battle in the cave and were shocked at Mo Yu's growth rate.

"Senior Hong." Mo Yu bowed slightly to Master Hong and performed the disciple's salute.

Although he was used to being lazy, he never failed to show proper courtesy. The man who taught him Fenghou Qimen was half his teacher, so he still had to respect him.

"You..." Zhou Meng looked at Mo Yu's attitude, then at Master Hong, opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he squeezed out a word: "Brother, did you teach him the Fenghou Qimen?"

Hong Yin ignored Zhou Meng and looked at Mo Yu with interest: "Boy, how are you practicing the things I taught you?"

"It's okay, I've basically mastered it." Mo Yu put his hands into his sleeves and said in a flat tone.

He is too lazy to use his brain, but that doesn't mean he can't use it.

In fact, after dispersing his power and re-cultivating the new method based on the Three Stages of Reverse Rebirth, Mo Yu felt that he had gained three points of control over, or closer to, his own world art.

If the upper limit of a technique is 100, Mo Yu, with his supreme talent, could reach that level before. But after refining the new technique, he broke through this limit, and the technique actively came to "befriend" him.
As soon as he thought about it, a strange formation extended from under his feet, running smoothly and naturally.

Taoist Master Yunlong had a complicated look in his eyes. Although Mo Yu did not become his disciple, he still taught him for a month.

Why don’t my disciples learn their lessons well and instead go to learn Fenghou Qimen? I’m so angry!

Zhou Meng had a complicated expression when watching this scene. He was too embarrassed to tell Senior Brother Hong Yin that he did not arrange a master for Mo Yu because it was too troublesome. Now Mo Yu had already become the disciple of that old man Lu Jin.

"Very good, very good!" Mr. Hong didn't care about all this. When he saw Mo Yu performing the Qimen Bureau, the excitement in his eyes became even stronger. He took a step forward, and a Qimen Bureau also appeared under his feet.

The three strange gates rotated in the cave, echoing and influencing each other. A low humming sound could be heard faintly in the air, as if the entire space in the cave was affected by this force.

Mo Yu turned to look at Zhou Meng, his tone calm but somewhat serious: "My ability can dissolve the cultivation of the two elders without harming them and rescue them. But whether to do it or not is up to you to decide."

Zhou Meng's wrinkled face furrowed even deeper upon hearing this, his eyes darkening. He had heard of Mo Yu's performance at the Luotian Grand Ceremony. If he could truly dissolve his cultivation, perhaps that would be the only way to save his two brothers.

Although the inner scene is mysterious, it requires true Qi to drive it. If the cultivation is completely dissipated and the two brothers have lost their minds, they may really be able to break free from that boundless illusion.

But this decision was too heavy. Zhou Meng's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

The paranoid Masters Hong and Lu didn't care. From the moment the Qimen Bureau appeared under Mo Yu's feet, their eyes were fixed on him, a strange excitement burning in their empty eyes.

Master Hong was the first to move. His sturdy figure trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth stretched into a fanatical and twisted grin. "You want to cripple me? Hahaha, let me see how much of the Fenghou Qimen you have mastered!"

(End of this chapter)