Travel through the heavens

The people watching the battle below did not feel arrogant about what Fang Muye said.

He was already ranked second on the best list. If he could defeat Mo Yi, who was ranked first, he could naturally take his place.

To say that he is invincible in the world is indeed worthy of the title.

Mo Yi was extremely angry. Although he did not say anything, the strange purple light and bright red blood color in his eyes were intertwined and flowing, which was particularly clear.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and all directions seemed to be affected. In an instant, dark clouds rolled in, almost covering an area of ​​ten miles in radius, with a terrifying momentum.

Then he saw a rolling muddy stream that was half real and half virtual, with no beginning or end in sight. It looked extremely gloomy, dark, and deep, as if it could swallow up any light and submerge all objects. It was like the legendary Yellow Spring, which suddenly gushed out like a huge wave on the sea, covering Fang Muye.

Fang Muye practiced the Hun Yuan Gong, and the true energy in his body moved as he wished, transforming into a single yang, and then the single yang became the sun. Thousands of golden lights burst out from his body, like the sun hanging high in the sky, so bright and dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

Sunset over the long river.

Fang Muye waved his hand lightly, and the solar energy in his body surged out, shining brightly, turning into huge rivers, surging and rushing, crashing into the rolling muddy waves.

But there was a continuous "hissing" sound, as if hot iron was thrown into cold water.

After a while, the sound stopped, and the long river and the turbid current all disappeared.

Fang Muye frowned slightly and murmured, "It is indeed much stronger than before. It is true that one can become stronger by being possessed by a demon."

He no longer gave Mo Yi the chance to attack first. He suddenly swung out his palm, and with a shocking dragon roar, a giant golden dragon rushed towards Mo Yi majestically.

No matter how Mo Yi responded, Fang Muye continued to strike with his palms.

"A flying dragon in the sky, two dragons fetch water... A divine dragon swings its tail, a dormant dragon does not need to be used... Dragons fight in the wild, and dragons are seen in the fields... When riding six dragons, the arrogant dragon will regret it."

As Fang Muye recited the names of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, dragon roars were heard and golden dragons with bared fangs and claws slammed towards Mo Yi.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", since it can subdue dragons, it can also subdue immortals and demons.

Mo Yi was still able to resist the first ten palm strikes in the air, but when it came to the eleventh palm strike, he was knocked to the ground.

From then on, every time Mo Yi blocked a palm, the ground would shake, and the place where he was would surge with smoke and dust, which grew thicker and thicker.

After the eighteen moves were all completed, Fang Muye waved his sleeves, exhaled heavily, and chuckled, "That's it, call it a day."

At this time, the bright moon had already set, the stars in the sky had also dispersed, and the disappeared Golden Crow was hanging obliquely in the sky again.

Everyone looked up, their eyes full of admiration.

At this moment, Fang Muye's figure hanging in the air was tall and straight, as if it had been magnified a hundred times, like a mighty giant spirit that supported the sky and stepped on the earth, driving a divine dragon.

The shocking feeling brought by this momentum made everyone on the ground stand in awe.

No wonder Bai Xiao Tang published the best list and mentioned the four words "flying dragon in the sky" when commenting on Fang Muye. It turns out that this is the reason why he got it.

However, after today, the ranking of the top list is likely to change.

Thinking of this, everyone turned their eyes to the place where the smoke and dust had dissipated.

Mo Yi was seen lying on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious.

Fang Muye landed lightly in front of Mo Yi and shook his head: "The Supreme Forgetfulness does not mean being emotionless. Forgetfulness means being silent and emotionless, as if one has forgotten."

"The heart is free of worries, the mind is free of attachments, the mind is free of thoughts, and there is no soul." Fang Muye pinched the fingers with one hand and tapped on Mo Yi's brow.

Above the mysterious Heart Lake, a sinister-looking Mo Yi suddenly shattered, and in the lake, an indifferent Mo Yi slowly emerged.

Mo Yi stood on the lake, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slowly walked forward.

He walked out of the lake, into the woods, to the outside of a city, and into an extremely dilapidated temple.

He saw two little kids cuddling up to each other. The older one, who seemed to be the older brother, was gently patting his sister's shoulder: "Don't cry, don't cry. Daddy has gone out to look for Mommy and will be back soon."

The younger sister was still sobbing softly: "Brother, you lied to me. Daddy will not come back."

"No, Dad will come back after he finds Mom." The brother comforted softly.

But the younger sister didn't believe it: "Mother is dead, brother."

The brother let go of his sister and looked into her eyes for a long time before finally nodding: "Yes, Dad is dead, Mom is dead too, they won't come back, and from now on it's just the two of us living together, but I will take care of you."

They lived like this in the dilapidated temple for a long time.

Until the famine came, all the people became refugees, and all of them, like them, lost their homes and their families.

"Brother, please sell me so that we can both survive." The sister, dizzy with hunger, could hardly speak.

The elder brother said firmly: "I won't sell you. I said I will take care of you."

"You'll starve to death, brother." The sister's voice was faint.

"We will all survive, together." The elder brother stood up and said, "I'm going to go outside to find something to eat, you wait here for me."

My brother ran around outside for an entire afternoon, asking everyone he could for help, but those neighbors who had once maintained some regard for him were now either deserted or had their doors tightly shut, and would not open no matter how hard he knocked.

"Give me a steamed bun. When I grow up, I will repay you with everything I have."

"Can you give me some porridge? My sister is almost starving to death. I can work for you for a month without any wages. Can you give me a bowl of porridge now?"

"It was my father who saved you back then! If it weren't for my father, you would be dead now, already dead! Why are you watching us die without saving us now?"

From being solemn at the beginning, to being servile later, and to being heartbroken at the end, he didn't get a single grain of rice, and finally could only drag his tired body towards the temple.

He hoped to pick up some food on the way, but until he entered the temple, his hands were empty.

"Brother, you're back." The younger sister shouted with a smile when she saw her brother coming back. Unlike the exhausted look when he left, the younger sister now seemed very energetic.

"What happened?" asked the brother.

The younger sister took out a hot pancake from her arms and said, "Brother, a kind master just passed by and gave me two pancakes. I have eaten one and I will leave the other one for you."

My brother was stunned for a moment, then he ran over like crazy, snatched the pancake, and chewed it in big mouthfuls. In a short while, he finished the whole pancake.

My sister just sat there, looking at him with a smile.

At night, the brother held his sister in his arms, looked at the stars in the sky through the hole in the roof of the dilapidated temple, and whispered, "Tomorrow, we will leave here. If we continue to stay here, we will all starve to death."

My sister didn't say anything, she just lay in his arms, breathing softly, until her breathing became softer and softer and no sound could be heard.

"Little Green! Little Green!"

The brother suddenly noticed something was wrong and shook his sister in his arms hard, but there was no sound in response.

Mo Yi looked at the scene in front of him, tears already streaming down his face, and he gently stroked his hand.

He saw a little girl in green clothes in the dilapidated temple, who kowtowed heavily to the strange old monk in front of her. The old monk sighed and put down a piece of cake.

The only one.

"Little Green! Little Green!" The brother's heart-wrenching cry tore the picture apart.

The little girl who was already dead in his arms suddenly woke up, stretched out her skinny right hand and touched her brother's cheek: "Brother, it's hard for you to survive with me, I want you to live, live well. Brother, don't miss me, Xiao Lu'er will always be with you, always with you."

The little girl smiled brightly, her eyes shining like stars. She looked at her brother in front of her, then turned her head and looked at Mo Yi. There was an indelible warmth in her eyes.