Chapter 159 Bone Root (1/3)

Mu Zifeng has a general understanding of the history of Lingshan after reading more than 60 books. He put all the books back in place, stretched out, and was about to walk to the second floor. The scriptures on the first floor are the most ordinary, and the scriptures on the second floor are the real secrets. As for the martial arts secrets on the third floor, he is not very interested in it.

What's more, his eight fists have been cultivated to great perfection, waiting for the final transformation, and then the power of the eight methods of the Holy Church will sweep the world.

"Hight." A martial arts master stopped Mu Zifeng. He stared rudely, "Brother Yu is on it. No one can be disturbed. You'd better wait for the next time."

Mu Zifeng frowned slightly and said unhappily, "This is the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Why can't I enter the second floor?"

"Hmm, Brother Yu has ordered you to live impatiently or something? Get out of here, make me unhappy, and I will completely ruin you." The roadblock is also a martial arts master, but his tone is quite arrogant and arrogant.

With a loud crack, the roadblock flew out, half of his face was swollen, his mouth was full of broken teeth, and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Mu Zifeng blew his right palm and scolded mercilessly, "What the hell? Next time I meet you, I will completely abolish you."

The movement of the first floor shocked the people on the second floor, and suddenly three people came out. The fierce eyes swept over Mu Zifeng. One of them suddenly became angry and jumped out a punch. Hundreds of Zhenqi condensed fists blocked Mu Zifeng's retreat.

"Baibu God Fist."

This is a king-level martial art. It is rumored that you can punch out every step. The more steps you step on, the stronger the punch will be. In the end, 100 fists will be one, suppress the demons, and be invincible.

The martial arts master in front of him obviously cultivated his boxing to a small level, otherwise he would not turn one punch into a hundred punches against counter-boxing. Although the attack surface has become wider, its power has been reduced by more than one level.

"Who the hell are these people who unscrupulously perform king-level martial arts in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion?" Although Mu Zifeng is a newcomer, the few in front of him are not. Since they are not afraid, of course they can fight back.

Although Baibu Shenquan is powerful, it is very weak for Mu Zifeng. He grabbed it with his right palm and scratched hard. Five strong rays broke the punch in front of him, and the lightning grabbed the opponent's neck.

Another slap, this guy was even more miserable. His whole body was fanned out, his hair was scattered, his face was full of blood, and he flew outside and rolled on the ground five or six times. He didn't pick it up and fainted.

These clean and neat means stunned the remaining two martial arts masters. At the same time, they took a step back and made a complete defensive posture. They said with great fear, "Brother, do you really want to be our enemy? If you disturb Brother Yu, you must not have good fruit to eat.

Is that right? I really don't believe that your brother Yu has three heads and six arms. Even if you slaves want to take the lead, you have to weigh your ability. Mu Zifeng just tried his hand, and there was 400,000 catties of great power in one move. If he stimulated five times the increase in combat power, he was 100% confident that he would beat down the ancestors of Tianrenjing with one move.

Although he has not been in Lingshan for a long time and doesn't deal with many people, he knows that his fist can solve many problems here. If the other party is arrogant, you have to repay ten times, otherwise you will have to stay in Lingshan in the future.

There is only one trick to fright you, and you won't dare to be so presumptuous next time.

Mu Zifeng doesn't want to get into trouble, but he is not afraid of being forced into trouble. So I heard that the two attendants still threatened him with words, which violated his rebellious scales. The momentum on his body emanated, like the top of a mountain, imprisoning the two martial arts masters to death. Mu Zifeng flashed around them and slapped out again. There were two crisp cracks, and the two guys stepped into the footsteps of fainting.

To get rid of the four guys, Mu Zifeng took out the letter symbol and brushed off 50,000 merits and went to the second floor.

The three ancestors outside seemed to be used to such a thing and had no reaction. One of them waved gently and threw them out of the Tibetan Sutra Building with four huge hands.

Brother Bai Hua, that boy is really not simple. These four guys are all the top 30 genius martial arts masters. They can compete with ordinary innate ancestors, but they are agitated out unconscious without even resistance. He is not afraid to offend the jade madman at all.

The one called Bai Hua is the ancestor of that field, and he is still carefully cleaning a weed at the root of the flower.

"No matter how powerful it is, the martial arts practiced by that boy is quite evil, and his physical toughness may not even break the first-class magic weapon. In such a state, if you hit the big hole at the entrance of life and death, you will be defeated in ten or nine times. The best end is to die directly, otherwise once you become possessed, you will be worse than death.

Both the ancestors of the military realm showed consternation, and the physical defense is comparable to the attack of the first-class magic weapon, which is quite horrible. That is to say, isn't it equivalent to the attack of the magic weapon when the opponent turns his palm into a knife?

magic weapons and elixir are divided into six levels. The higher the level, the greater the power, and the more difficult it is to forge. Only one hundred people really have magic weapons in Lingshan, and the level will not be very high.

The physical quenching of the body in the realm of external power is comparable to a first-class magic weapon. Although such a body is extremely strong, its confinement is also very large, and it is unlikely to break through the big hole of life and death.

In the thousands of years, countless evil geniuses have appeared in Lingshan. They are all the proud sons of heaven, but there are very few who can really go smoothly. When the evil talent is stimulated to the peak, it also represents the arrival of their prosperity and decline.

They have seen a lot of such geniuses with their own eyes, so the two ancestors of Bai Hua's assertion were just sighing.

Mu Zifeng entered the second floor, and the scriptures in it were all golden, and bursts of innate power wrapped his whole body. He found an ancient book with a thousand-year secret. Just as he was about to take it down and read it, he felt a glance condensed behind his back.

"It's not bad that you can easily clean up those four wastes."

Mu Zifeng turned around and looked at the man who walked not far away. This guy should be the jade brother. The vertical line similar to thunder and lightning in the center of this man's eyebrows gave Mu Zifeng a feeling of shock. It seemed that it was the source of the thunder world, which could spewed out thunder at any time, kill all demons and break evil spirits.

The jade madman is also carefully looking at Mu Zifeng, and he can't feel the slightest fluctuation of true air on him, but such a person stands in front of him like a terrible beast, and he is not sure of absolute victory.

"Although your cultivation is good, you are not my opponent. Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, and today's matter will be exposed. Our Voldemort Hall welcomes you to join us at any time, and your cultivation is enough to be valued by the elders.

"I just found that Lingshan not only has many geniuses, but also many idiots. It's really disappointing. It's too unlucky today. Mu Zifeng was in no mood and left a sentence and turned away. As soon as he walked out of the Tibetan Sutra Building, he heard a roar behind him, as if a giant beast was furious.

A thunder knife came out from behind, faster than ordinary people's reaction.

But what was cut off by that knife was only a remnant of Mu Zifeng.

"What a bold man, giving you a chance to live, but you have to die. Cut off your head and hang it on the pillar outside our Fumo Hall to set an example." The jade madman's momentum is boiling, and the eight or nine layers of Dantian Zhenqi that have been refined have been transformed into congenital innocence. I don't know what material the three-foot long knife in his hand is forged, and the surface is flashing with a trace of thunder under the urging of his congenital spirit.

That's real thunder, like thunder in the sky.

"Le Linggen! I didn't expect that you really succeeded in refining the demon-killing thunder, completely refining your own bones, and have the potential to become a great god.

A sound of surprise came, and the ancestor of that field appeared between the two. His eyes flashed, as if to see through the jade madman.

"According to ancient books, martial arts practitioners have 81 spiritual roots for those who have achieved great magic power. The first is the most mysterious and rare spiritual root of heaven and earth, the second is the yin and yang spiritual root, the third is the blood soul root, and the fourth is the five-emeral spiritual root. Your Leiling root is also in the top ten, which is very amazing. The ancestors of the field said with some envy, "There may not be one among tens of millions of martial arts practitioners who have bones and spiritual roots in the world. The whole era of martial arts has lost the prosperity of thousands of years ago. Jade madman, I still advise you not to do it here, so as not to accidentally hurt your bones.

In the face of the elders in a field, the jade madman did not dare to make trouble. He viciously looked at Mu Zifeng and gritted his teeth and said, "Today, I will leave you a dog's life for the time being. As long as you dare to come out of this Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, you will definitely kill you with a knife, so that you can see the power of the thunder knife method to destroy the world before you die."

The jade madman didn't even salute and flew away directly.

It is said that the top ten evil genius disciples of Lingshan are so arrogant, how arrogant they are, how powerful they are, and how perverted they are. Mu Zifeng really believes it now. The knife prison and Xue Lingzi are all very arrogant, but they are not as crazy as this jade madman. This guy is completely a madman, posing as 'what are you' in front of the elders of the field. If he didn't know in his heart that he is not an old man in the field. Zu's opponent probably launched a thunder attack on an elder directly.

"Well, I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse for such a disciple in Lingshan." The ancestor of the field sighed, turned his head to look at Mu Zifeng, and said faintly, "In the future, you'd better stay in the hall to practice. There is no need to fight with the jade madman."

"Ever elder, I have a question. I don't know how to enter the spirit gathering array of Lingshan to practice?"

"You can enter with 10 million merit points, or enter the sea of evil clouds to subdue a second-level flying spirit horse. The last one is a task that has been issued by the merit hall. You can try it." Elder Bai Hua said leisurely.

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