The sword light swept past, almost passing the mind of the Holy Son of Yanmo. Without any reaction, his right arm broke at the elbow and flew out. It was not until the lightsaber left an extremely dark crack on the ground that the Holy Son of Yanmo reacted and let out a scream, and his whole person and arms floated to more than ten meters above the ground.

As a life magnetic field, the power of the mind can act on matter and others, and naturally it can act on oneself.

In fact, according to Prometheus's **, after the power of the mind reached the realm of practice, it had undergone a qualitative change, and it was more appropriate to call him the life magnetic field. However, as a field, the Holy Son of Yama itself is the source of the field, so he acted on himself, not to lift himself up and fly up, but to stand up on the earth like hands and feet.

It's like magnetic levitation can be used for air, but it can't fly.

With the current power of the Holy Son of Yama, floating in the position of more than ten meters was already the limit. He looked at his broken arm, and his mind moved, and pulled his arm over and floated beside him.

Feeling a burst of severe pain from his elbow, his eyes turned red, and he let out a roar like a wild beast on the verge of death. In his eyes, endless vicious shots towards Zuo Zhicheng on the ground.

Zuo Zhicheng put away the Divine Light Sword and said lightly: "How is it? If you don't want to cut off your hands and feet, just surrender." His meaning was simple, but it was obvious that he wanted to capture the Holy Son of Yanmo alive, otherwise, he could cut off the head of Yanmo alive just now.

Hearing what Zuo Zhicheng said and the broken arm of the Holy Son of Yanmo in the sky, everyone present had a shock, surprise, and beyond imagination.

‘Zuo Zhicheng… This person has never reached the realm of practicing emptiness. Has he practiced some Taoism? He can actually gain the upper hand in the battle with the Holy Son of Yanmo, but this is also related to the fact that the Holy Son of Yanmo just stepped into practicing emptiness and had no time to consolidate his strength…’ Zhao Xingzhou’s eyes flashed with a thoughtful look: ‘It’s a pity that the previous incident must have offended this person.’

However, although he felt a pity in his heart, Zhao Xingzhou just thought about it this way. With his arrogance, he would never allow him to accept Zuo Zhicheng or admit his mistakes.

Ye Junxi on the other side almost bit his teeth. He looked at Zuo Zhicheng, who stood up like an ancient god, with a giant standing upright, and in a few moves, seriously hurting the Saint Son of Yanmo. He felt like blood was dripping in his heart.

Especially when I thought that I was still showing off my power in front of the other party and agreed to fight, I felt like I would become a clown.

‘No, it’s not that simple. The Holy Son of Yanmo has been in the martial arts world for decades. He must have a backhand and a trump card. We are now staying here, but it is a good situation where a mantis stalks the cicada and an oriole is behind...’

At this moment, he deeply hoped that the Holy Son of Yanmo could increase his strength, so that both sides would suffer losses.

Wei Yangyan, the only one who had nothing to do with Zuo Zhicheng, also stared at Zuo Zhicheng with his eyes firmly, as if he wanted to see through the other party completely.

In the air, I heard what Zuo Zhicheng said. The Holy Son of Yanmo suddenly laughed. The laughter revealed a kind of desolation and blood-wailing, just like a beast struggling dyingly: "Okay, okay, Zuo Zhicheng, you are very good. You are the first person to force me to this point.

However, the greater the oppression, the greater the rebound. After I kill you, my martial arts will definitely be able to be sublimated and progress again.

As for this arm, you can cut it down and you can cut it down. I can also pick him up."

As he said that, he saw the Holy Son of Yanmo wave his palm, and the broken arm in the air had already flew over and connected to his wound. However, this kind of connection was forced to be held with the power of the mind and the long-term appearance.

Even if he practices the virtual state, it will take at least several months to completely connect to the broken arm.

After connecting with the broken arm, a kind of fanaticism and sincerity appeared in the eyes of the Holy Son of Yanmo, which was a fanaticism about cultivation, a sincerity about martial arts, and an infinite longing for the highest level.

"I have been learning to read and practice martial arts since I was five years old. I have been practicing hard day and night. I dare not have any slackness except for the things of the sects."

"In order to pursue the ultimate of martial arts, I am not close to women, do not like smoking and drinking, and abandon all the enjoyment and fun in my life, just because I know the difficulties of martial arts. If I want to reach the peak one day, I can only concentrate and work hard.

So in the end I even abandoned my external incarnation and the foundation of the hell."

While speaking, the Holy Son of Yama waved his hands, like a huge roulette slowly spinning in the sky.

"Zuo Zhicheng, if you can take over this endless cycle of reincarnation created by me, I will surrender, so what if I can't take it?"

While speaking, behind the Holy Son of Yama, the martial arts body of Hell Yama appeared again, but this time, a trace of extreme distortion and pain appeared on the face of the Dharma body.

The next moment, the sword of the God of Underworld turned into starlight, and merged into the body of Hell like sand. A trace of green flame completely wrapped the body of Hell Yama. Everyone seemed to hear the sound of Hell Yama emitting shrill screams.

Seeing this scene, a trace of fleshy pain flashed across Zhao Xingzhou's face, and he said incredibly: "He is destroying his own martial arts body, is he crazy?"

"No, he is not crazy." Wei Yangyan said in a tone that was extremely calm: "He wants to put him to death and live, and use the sword of the Nether God as fuel to destroy his martial arts body."

Ye Junxi gasped: "The martial arts body is a person's martial arts philosophy and the ideal martial arts in his heart. Even if he is hit into pieces, it is just a consumption of the power of his mind. But destroying it like this is equivalent to reversing his understanding of martial arts in his heart and smashing his true meaning of martial arts... Doing this... He will..."

"It will fall from the realm of practice and virtual practice, and may not even be able to protect the Dharma image." Zhao Xingzhou's eyes had to show a hint of shock at this time.

To destroy the martial arts body by itself, and to use the power of the martial arts body to destroy the martial arts body to perform martial arts skills is already an incredible idea and an unheard of secret technique.

But what is even more shocking is the courage and courage to use this secret technique.

How difficult and difficult it is for a person to reach the realm of practice. It is equivalent to a person who changes from a beggar to an emperor. But now he has to change his mind and destroy his own Dharma body, which is equivalent to retreating from the position of the emperor and becoming an ordinary governor.

Even if the true meaning of martial arts is forcibly reversed and denied, it may not be able to make any progress in your life. What a terrible thing this is for a strong man who has reached the realm of virtual practice.

Zhao Xingzhou asked about his qualifications and had the opportunity to enter the realm of practice, but if he had a choice, he would not be sure whether he would dare to hate him as much as the Holy Son of Yanmo.

In the sky, the martial arts body of Hell Yama made a huge wail, and finally turned into a cluster of green flames and disappeared.

But at the same time, an almost unprecedented powerful pressure surged out of the Holy Son of Yanmo. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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