Chapter 4: Underworld Thunder

I have lived in Wankong Temple for about six or seven days. Tomorrow is the fifteenth. I must go back to the company to report my deeds. If there is any delay, it will cause some unnecessary trouble. After saying goodbye to my mother before the Changsheng Card, Murong Chong and Liu Wei returned to Jinling City.

At this time, most of the courtiers from all over the world had left, and there were still many merchants coming and going at the gate, but the guards were obviously much looser.

On the 18th day of September, the emperor will take hundreds of officials to the Baiwang Mountain Shennong Hall in the eastern suburbs to worship heaven and earth, thanking the farmer's god for protecting him, and the wind and rain are smooth. The opening time of the school palace was changed to September 20. After returning to his own courtyard, Murong Chong began to live without leaving home again. During the day, he practiced the free breathing method in the room, and at night, he practiced the free travel method and the seven-style palm method.

The red sun is sinking in the west. In the west of Jinling City, in a remote residential house, there is a lamp like beans. An old man in gray is tasting tea. Suddenly, the candlelight beats without wind. The old man's thoughts were interrupted. He raised his head to the door and said, "Since you're here, come in."

"Ha ha, Mr. Shen's ears are still so smart. Although he has been idle in recent years, his kung fu has not been put aside." The door opened wide, and with a faint smile, a faint shadow floated in. The person came was a woman in a man's dress, and only a small half of her face was exposed under the wide hat. She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. She smiled gently and looked beautiful and weak.

When Mr. Shen saw the person coming, his face changed. "She still can't help it. Is she going to do it?"

"Hee hee, Mr. Shen, this road is coming to an end. Don't you think about changing it?"

"The way is different, and we don't work together." Mr. Shen said decisively.

"That junior will be offended." The woman smiled, waved her left sleeve, and a bright soft sword shot out of the sleeve, taking the old man's throat like a poisonous snake.

Shen Lao's eyes burst out in an instant, and his body soared. His clothes were hunting and shaking. His body turned into a swimming fish. He rushed forward, grabbed the woman's side, and punched straight to the other party's back heart.

The woman only felt that the air around her was suffocating, the sword turned around, and her body became light. Following the fist wind, she dodged the punch.

"What a kind of "youyuhualong" is worthy of being a martial arts master. It seems that I am indeed not your opponent."

"You're also good. I didn't expect Mrs. Qiu Yan to make you so successful in less than ten years. It's really not easy." Mr. Shen did not pursue. Although the two only made one move, they felt that the other party's sword intention had reached a clear sword heart and hidden in his spirit. When the sword came out, it faintly contained the power of heaven and earth, which obviously reached the realm of psychic.

"Although I am not your opponent, my wife has handed over the task to me, and the younger generation has to encourage it." Although the woman thought she was the enemy, she did not give up. Suddenly, she raised her hand and hit Shen Lao in three ways. These three black lights were the size of three longan beads.

This bead is the woman's killer - "Dark Emperor Black Star". It is made of fine steel, with dozens of cow hair needles hidden inside, clothed with true qi, through gold cave stones, and the needle is highly poisonous. With her psychic-level martial arts cultivation, once it is released, no master can avoid it within a hundred feet.

Three "Dark Emperor Black Stars" in a row, the woman is confident that even if Mr. Shen is a master of Wuzong who breaks the realm of martial arts, it is difficult to avoid.

Although Mr. Shen didn't know the strangeness of this hidden weapon, he did not dare to be careless. His sleeves were full of true air and flew up and down. Wu Zong's cultivation was not small. The air around him was squeezed away abruptly, and the strong airflow firmly protected him.

Three "Dark Emperor Black Stars" hit the airflow, paused slightly, and suddenly burst. Hundreds of poisonous needles flew out, penetrated the protective airflow, and hit Mr. Shen.

This was a must-kill move, but the mutasis protruded, and the poison needle hit Mr. Shen, but it did not penetrate the body. A circle of invisible force blocked the poison needle, a burst of hot air surged, and the flying needle was suddenly crushed.

"True qi transformation, immortal golden body, you have actually cultivated to the realm of refining gods." The woman's face finally changed greatly and she was no longer calm. Zhenyuan left the body, turned the virtual into reality, the qi protected the body, and the golden body was immortal. It was the physical body that stepped into the extreme and had the ability to refine the divine cultivation. Unexpectedly, the old man who was about to enter this realm.

The world is so big that there are many people who practice martial arts. After getting started, as long as you practice hard, you can generally practice to the realm of vitality and true qi. Therefore, most of the armies of the Zhou Dynasty are martial artists with vitality and true qi. However, the day after tomorrow is a major bottleneck in martial arts practice. The acquired martial arts can only extract true qi from the body, and Congengens can absorb aura from heaven and earth and turn them into true elements. The two are not the same. The former can only be called a martial artist, and the latter can be called a master.

Innate masters are relatively rare in the army. The psychic level can become a general in the army, and the realm of breaking martial arts can establish a sect.

The cultivation of the realm of refining gods is more rare. In most of them, they will no longer participate in common things, but are determined to break through the realm, hoping to step into the realm of the divine soul one day.

Stepping into the realm of refining gods, the body has been cultivated to the extreme. With the support of a strong body, the true qi has undergone a qualitative change, which can hurt the enemy from the body, turn into substance, and change a lot. Such a strong man is also known as Wu Sheng.

The woman can defeat the martial arts master with psychic cultivation and moves, but she can never shake the strong soul refiner.

Facing a martial saint, she could only choose to escape.

"Well, what about Wu Sheng, not to mention that he just stepped into Wu Sheng with half a foot." An ethereal voice came from the big tree in the yard.

"What kind of person!" Mr. Shen stopped and did not move. His consciousness integrated into the world and felt around him.

A figure appeared on the branches, dressed in white, with better skin than snow, and his eyebrows were picturesque. With the thick branches of his fingers swinging, his body also shook slightly, as if he had just come down from the moon.

The sky and the earth became extremely quiet for a while.

"Wu Yixue, I didn't expect that Mrs. Qiu Yan invited you to come here," Mr. Shen sighed, "It seems that I'm sure you can't wait."

"Ha ha, how can you speculate about your talent?" Wu Yixue smiled and said, "Cai Ling, step back. Leave it to me here."

"Yes, miss." The man-dressed woman bowed.

"Shen Laotao has kept a low profile for so many years, and he doesn't want to work for the country anymore? How can the pillars of the country be willing to be ordinary? Wu Yixue's voice was not slow. Slowly floating down from the tree, as if an invisible hand was holding her body.

"Thank you, Miss, for remembering the old man. How can you live a comfortable life when you are old?"

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop. Can Mr. Shen really settle down?" Wu Yixue smiled and said, "What's more, your young master is still in Jinling City."

"Does Mrs. Qiuyan really want to kill her?" Mr. Shen's eyes were full of coldness.

"Ji Ruo's sea wolf's ambition is not something that Nanyan can satisfy him. Sooner or later, his iron horse will walk all over the whole grassland. If it weren't for you pedantic people who are greedy for comfort, how could I, Nanyan, submit to others?" Wu Yixue said with a serious face, "Now is your last chance. If you are obedient, you will be a meritorious minister to protect the country, and if you are rebellious, you will be a thief in troubled times."

"One family of a hundred ethnic groups, driven by the general trend, reverses the universe and messes up the people." Mr. Shen sighed softly.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, his body suddenly moved, and the swimming fish turned into a dragon body. He grabbed Wu Yixue in front of him in an instant. His left palm poked out, and the real gas knife cut it.

Mr. Shen practiced the Taoist pure yang heart method. With a hand knife, the square of three feet suddenly became angry, and the air seemed to have been ignited.

Wu Yixue's body did not move. Suddenly, dozens of sword gas suddenly rose from her feet, and the cold sword spirit instantly extinguished the burning air. An electric light came from his right hand and hit Mr. Shen's chest.

"Netherworld Thunder Sword, I didn't expect that the Shinto sect would pass on such a treasure to you. Yes, you can practice to the realm of martial arts at a young age, and the first genius of Shinto Sect lives up to its reputation. Mr. Shen looked shocked and stroked his chest and retreated sharply.

The other party's cultivation is similar to that of himself, but he can't be hostile if he holds the Netherworld Thunder Sword in his hand. The Underworld Thunder Sword is one of the three treasures of the Shinto sect, one of the Seven Avenue Sects of Shenzhou. It can transform true qi into mysterious mana, manipulate the power of thunder in the sword, and melt gold into iron, which is no longer what manpower can deal with.

Mr. Shen did not hesitate, opened the window and flew away.

The swimming fish turned into a dragon body was exerted with all his strength, and he escaped dozens of feet in an instant. Wu Yi's white clothes shook, rose up, and his fingers turned gently. A white light turned into a long sword and flew out of the air.

Where the powerful thunder has passed, the vitality of all things has been cut off.

At the critical moment of life and death, Mr. Shen gathered his whole body's vitality on his feet and struggled to climb down. He flew over the wall of Jinling like an eagle. The cloudy thunder swept over his shoulder, and suddenly smelled burnt. His true anger was astringent, and his body fell down the wall.

Wu Yixue and Cai Ling also swept up the city wall. The night was thick, and the water of the moat under the wall was like ink, but there were no people.

"What's the use of thunder and body, life is cut off, and escape." Wu Yixue said, "It's just easy for him to kill him. Focus on tomorrow's Fengming Mountain. Don't make any mistakes. Old man Shen was thundered and couldn't live much. Just arrange a few people to look for it.

Cai Ling whispered, "Yes." Then he flew into the night.

"Is it the general trend in the world? Humph, the luck in this world does not necessarily belong to his Ji family. Wu Yixue said to herself.