The huge yard is already in a mess, as if a giant dragon is churning through the yard.

Wu Ming fell to the ground, blood was overflowing from his mouth, his face looked even more ugly, and he looked gray.

The qi and blood on the body declined, and there was no previous prosperity.

He has never been so embarrassed in most of his life, and the feeling is extremely novel.

However, this feeling is definitely not good.

Wu Ming coughed suddenly, looked at Xia Yunmo, his eyes had returned to calm, but he said with some confusion: "What happened before? When did you plant this trick?"

He and Xia Yunmo Dou were equal in size, but suddenly the eight-legged qi burst into scattered, which led to the current situation.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Old Man Wu, you should know that I have also read the Eternal Life Art, and I have to read it first than you."

Wu Ming nodded. He had already learned about this from Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Although the Eternal Life Art is difficult to practice, there are countless people in the world who want to seize the Eternal Life Art. So I moved some hands and feet in the Eternal Life Art, and some wind power was hidden in the silk of the Eternal Life Art."

"Wind power is reincarnated in endless stream. If you hold the Eternal Life Law day and night, you will naturally be invaded by the power of wind power."

"The power of wind power is extremely thin and weak, and it is difficult to detect. What's more, if you get the Art of Eternal Life in this world, your mind will inevitably be stimulated. After a period of time, this trace of wind power has completely invaded your meridians and merged with your meridians."

"That trace of wind power is hidden in the eight extraordinary meridians, which are usually circulated and assimilated with your true qi. But once you fight with others with all your strength, your power will be extremely induced, and my constant pull and my silent inject new power, it becomes the current situation."

Of course, there are some specific situations that Xia Yunmo is too lazy to explain, for example, the slightest wind power will only depend on people with extremely strong martial arts skills, so Yangzhou Shuanglong will be fine.

Wu Ming sat on the ground, shook his head and said, "Okay, okay, you are the first time you are in the chess game. I am defeated by you."

After saying that, he looked up at the sun, and the bright sunlight seemed to have begun to dim.

"What a pity, what a pity."

Finally, he let out a long breath and no longer had any breath.

Xia Yunmo looked at Wu Ming's body, shook his head and sighed, and said to himself: "Old man Wu, I originally wanted to treat you as my last opponent, and I don't plan to use this method."

"It's a pity that I was wrong about it, so Xiang Yutian couldn't wait. If you add Xiang Yutian and the two of them join forces, I will definitely have no way to deal with it."

"Ha, it seems that I can't be considered a pure warrior."

After saying that, Xia Yunmo sighed again, with a feeling of desolation and loneliness in his eyes. He had been with Wu Ming for a while, and he was of great help to himself and taught some of his unique martial arts.

But unfortunately, if Xia Yunmo wants to successfully practice Zhou Liuxu Gong, he needs to unify the world and become the master of the world.

For Wu Ming, although he successfully practiced the third picture of the Eternal Life Art and extended his qi life, his ultimate pursuit of breaking the void also requires the ability to achieve it by competing for the world.

These are two irreconcilable contradictions.

"Living for the Tao and dying for the Tao, Fellow Daoist Wu can be regarded as having a good time, and there is nothing to be sad about."

A voice suddenly came from the void, and not far from Xia Yunmo, a man came from the air from a very far away.

This man's gray hair shawls, his body is blurred, and everything around him seems to be twisted by him. His whole body stands between heaven and earth like gods and demons, tall and majestic.

Xia Yunmo was not surprised: "Brother Xie, your aura is slimly about to move. If I don't do it, I'm afraid the body here will be me."

The figure smiled and said, "This is how practice is, stepping on countless dead bones and stepping on the road to heaven."

The figure of the man gradually appeared in front of Xia Yunmo. His appearance was unique, and he had a thick granite carved smell of granite in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Since he stood there, he had a power that looked down on the world and was no less than me.

This person is the evil emperor Xiang Yutian.

The most amazing and beautiful person in the history of the Demon Sect has a trend that surpasses all the ancients.

He is the same generation as the sword saint Yan Fei and the heavenly master Sun En. It is rumored that he died because of practicing the "Daoxin Demonic Art", but in fact it was just a deliberate scam.

For ordinary warriors, Xiang Yutian is already a fairy-like figure, and he turns his hands into clouds and turns into rain.

Xiang Yutian Shenlong saw his head but didn't see his tail. Perhaps he was in seclusion before, or perhaps he was sleeping in a secret realm, and Xia Yunmo had not sensed his existence.

It was not until Xia Yunmo Zhouliu Liuliu's six-virtual skills that he vaguely felt that someone was peeping at him, and this person was the evil emperor Xiang Yutian.

When Xia Yunmo and Wu Ming were fighting, this snooping intention began to exude a trace of malicious intention, as if they were going to attack Xia Yunmo at any time.

If Xiang Yutian and the old man attacked Xia Yunmo at the same time, then Xia Yunmo would not be far from his death.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "I don't know what Brother Xiang wants to come? Should I sit with the deity or compete with him."

Xiang Yutian shook his head and said, "None of them are not."

Xia Yunmo said: "Oh."

Xiang Yutian smiled again and said, "It's just that a big tree grew in the yard at home. I was constantly absorbing the sunshine in the yard, so I had to cut off this tree."

Xia Yunmo's eyes opened and closed, and the divine light exploded: "Then Brother Xiang is not afraid of this big tree falling down and killing you, the tree-cutter."

Xiang Yutian is an immortal demon living in the world. He has had more than two hundred years of cultivation. He regards all living beings in the world as ants and the whole world as a back garden.

Xia Yunmo, the big tree that suddenly emerged from the back garden, was not under his control at all, and he wanted to absorb the sunshine of the world.

Of course, in addition to this, there is another reason. Xiang Yutian needs an opponent, an opponent who can further promote his Daoxin Demonic Art, so that he can complete the last move of the Daoxin Demonic Art.

In order to wait for such a person, Xiang Yutian waited for almost hundreds of years.

I roared to the sky towards the rain field, and the roar was like a violent storm. The wind and clouds of the world were cleared, and the architectural scenery in the entire courtyard was lifted up.

"Okay, okay, Xia Yunmo, Fellow Daoist Xia, don't let me down."

His gray hair was windless and radiated with a temperament that transcends the world, like an immortal demon, awakening from his ten thousand years of sleep.

His five fingers rotated, suddenly opened, and slapped at Xia Yunmo.

The distance between Xiang Yutian and Xia Yunmo was about ten feet long, but the overwhelming palm wind filled the entire mansion and ran through the four poles within the universe.

This is the strongest blow Xia Yunmo has ever seen since he practiced martial arts.

It was like a giant hand like a god, pressed towards Xia Yunmo from the nine heavens. The world seemed to be unable to withstand the power of this attack, and pulled out an invisible wave, and the sound of the air bursting was deafening.
Chapter completed!