This saint is too cruel

Chapter 86
Ye Wuyou didn't delve too deeply into it, he carefully comprehended the words and sentences of the mental method, and used his current understanding of the power of immortality and the mystery of the Taiji diagram to comprehend this mental method, hoping to correct its mistakes and omissions.

Soon, he discovered that this mental method has been passed down to the ancient mysteries, and there are many intersections and fusions with the formulas of Tai Chi Diagram.

It seems that the inheritance of Yueyun Palace has some connection with the Taiji Diagram, and it even seems to be a small branch that evolved from the Taiji Diagram and formed through continuous inheritance.

Soon through the comprehension of the Taiji Tu Guiyuan period five-stage mental method, the wrong and upside-down places were corrected, and after a simple trial, it was completely correct.

"It's no wonder that whenever they use the full moon combat power, the Taiji diagram will be touched and can interfere with their combat power fluctuations. This is the reason."

After Ye Wuyou corrected his mistakes, he continued to practice, which became smoother and more natural.

After another half an hour, he finished practicing all the mental methods, and found that this set of mental methods is not all over, and there are follow-up inheritances.

"Could it be that he reserved it on purpose, or that this mentality has decayed in the inheritance and lost most of it."

Ye Wuyou was able to comprehend the breath of this mental method, but now he practiced only one-tenth of the mental method, and there were no traces of the nine-level mental method.

This is a kind of disconnection. This kind of disconnection is difficult to repair. The repairing process is equivalent to reorganization, which is equivalent to comprehending one's own Dharma in this mental method and blazing one's own path.

If this is the case, it will be too tiring. After all, he still has a long way to go in his practice of gods and demons. Repairing so many minds at the same time will seriously affect his practice. After all, the mind is more refined than numerous.

"It turns out that the inheritance of Yueyuan comes from the ancestors of Yueyun Palace. Obviously, this mentality can be passed down more primitively from the ancestors."

Although Ye Wuyou will not devote himself to the method of returning to the ancestors, this supernatural power is indeed very strong. He has only practiced one of the ten levels, and he has been able to directly improve the combat power of the first level of the star picking.

Now he has the combat power of the thirteenth level of the star picking realm, and with the blessing of the Soul Condensation Art, he can actually fight the fourteenth level of combat power.

This is a terrifying improvement. You must know that the further you go, the combat power of the first level is almost the sum of the combat power of the previous levels.

In the same realm, breaking through every level is as difficult as going through the cycle of reincarnation, and some people will never be able to reach a higher level even if they reincarnate a few times.

"This is a terrifying great supernatural power. If you can learn all the soul-condensing art of the tenth level, I don't know how much improvement it will have."

It's impossible to guess, but it's definitely terrifying.

"Come on!"

Ye Wuyou walked into the main hall, sat down on the big chair, and shouted.

"My minister is here!" A middle-aged man stepped forward to kowtow and salute. He is the deputy city lord of Hongming City, Yue Chenghu, who is directly subordinate to the palace lord of Yueyun Palace.

Although he is only the deputy city lord, his real power is much greater than that of Yueming, who has only a name.

The Palace Master is tired of Yueming, so he will naturally arrange for someone he trusts to preside over the overall situation here.

"Call the people of the city to gather at the Demon Sun Peak, I want to sacrifice to the sky!" Ye Wuyou said.

"This!" Yue Chenghu was stunned, and said, "The City Lord was originally scheduled to be held in the next day, why did it suddenly change to today?"

"Hmph!" Ye Wuyou snorted coldly, "There are a lot of things to do later."

Indeed, whenever there is a major event, the people here will hold a grand ceremony to sacrifice to the sky, hoping to be blessed by the heavens, and everything will be beneficial.

More than ten days later, there will be the Yueyun Selection Competition, and many young masters will hold grand sacrifices to heaven in these few days.

But Yueming originally planned to be the day after tomorrow, Ye Wuyou saw the record in his diary, the five aunts' sacrifices to the heavens will be in the next day, and the bastard's also, today is empty.

"However, today is definitely not a good day." Yue Chenghu said.

With the backing of the palace lord behind him, he wields the real power. On the surface, he respects the city lord in front of him, but he is very resistant in his heart.

"I said today, today is today!" Ye Wuyou smashed the wooden table beside him with a palm, and said coldly, "Are you the city lord or me!"

Yue Chenghu was taken aback, his face changed greatly, and the deterrence value did not weaken, obviously he was not frightened, but a little angry.

But he still held back, after all, the other party is a son, even if he is a waste, he is also a city lord.

"Yes, this subordinate will arrange it now!" Yue Chenghu was very unwilling, he flung his sleeves, even if he couldn't return the gift, he went out directly.

In the main hall, there were more than a dozen generals from the city lord's hall, they also watched coldly, did not salute Ye Wuyou at all, and followed Yue Chenghu back out.

Ye Wuyou felt Yueming's helplessness. Although he was the lord of the city, he felt like he was being emptied. His subordinates didn't have any respect for him, and even the etiquette was so perfunctory.

Ye Wuyou walked out of the hall, looking at the vast city, he felt a huge sense of strangeness.

"Why should the city owner be angry with deputy tiger?" The middle-aged man who carried him back in the morning said after him.

His name is Yue Chenglong, the person Yue Ming's biological mother specially sent to be by his side in order to protect him, he can be regarded as his most loyal person here.

"I won't get angry. This kind of border town shouldn't be the place for me to stop. I've been here for too long. It's time to leave." Ye Wuyou said in a calm tone, neither arrogance nor impetuosity, and he didn't hear any disturbance.

"I don't know where the young master wants to go?" Yue Chenglong asked.

"Zhongzhou should go and have a look." Ye Wuyou said.

"Hehe!" Yue Chenglong smiled happily. He had never heard Yueming say such a thing. In his heart, this son was very pessimistic and decadent, without any ambition.

Although he was protecting him, he didn't like him. It was entirely his responsibility and he couldn't help himself.

After all, who wouldn't want to keep up with a big master and make a fortune in the future.

"Master must be very happy if you have such an idea." Yue Chenglong replied flatteringly and perfunctorily.

Ye Wuyou didn't speak, the more he talked, the less safe he would be.

He sat on the big chair on the balcony, closed his eyes and rested his mind, repairing the mental method of No. 17 of the gods and demons.

Two hours later, a general came over, clasped his fists in salute and said, "The preparations for the sacrifice to heaven have been completed, please come to the city lord."

Moyangding is a small hill located in the center of Hongming City, gathering the great luck of heaven and earth.

On the top of the mountain, there is a magnificent and large sacrificial platform.

The sacrificial platform is surrounded by a wide square, which can stand tens of thousands of people.

Around Moyang Mountain, a spacious and flat road was built, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

At the foot of the mountain, a vast square with a radius of ten miles was built, and it was filled with densely packed people, with a total of 6000 to [-] million people.

"The city owner is here!"

With a loud shout and the rumble of the bell, a figure, like a fairy, descended from the sky and landed on the top of the sacrificial altar, and everyone knelt down and saluted.

Ye Wuyou looked at the dense crowd and was overjoyed. He hadn't cut leeks for a long time.

As for the people here, all the deterrence values ​​are very high, at least more than three thousand, and there are quite a few tens of thousands.

Ye Wuyou glanced at Yue Chenglong, implying that he asked everyone to get up.

"Excuse me!" Yue Chenglong yelled loudly, and with the sound of the bell, everyone stood up after saluting.

(End of this chapter)