Evolution of the heavens

Chapter 205 Open Your Eyes
"Is the second generation patriarch Zhang Songxi still alive?"

"It's not hard to be surprised!"

"Such a domineering method of stealing the essence of heaven and earth has a faint meaning that is different from traditional martial arts. It belongs to stealing the secret of heaven!"

"However, it seems that the second-generation patriarch said just now that even such a method of seizing the secrets of the sky can no longer be used, is it ashamed of the world?"

At this moment, everyone saw the man in white who was still standing on the top of Wudang Mountain after the two punches, and a burly old man in Taoist robes who appeared in the mysterious space vortex where all the energy was absorbed.

"Bai Tian, ​​how about the battle in the sky?" Zhang Songxi walked out of the vortex, with his hands behind his back, still looking like an old farmer.

"I'm not praying to the sky." The man in white said.

But his body has already soared into the sky. He is not worshiping the sky. This matter is not important. The important thing is that he forced out the only person in the world who can still fight him. He wants to get out of this battle. , thoroughly understand something.

Martial Dao Feixian, is it true or a myth.

As the white-clothed man soared into the sky, everyone saw the second-generation Patriarch of Wudang Mountain and followed closely behind. ,

Then

Thousands of martial arts masters from all walks of life on Wudang Mountain were engrossed and stunned watching the clouds and smoke swirling and dancing like angry dragons everywhere on the top of the peak. They couldn't believe such power.

That is the mighty power that has far surpassed the ordinary primordial spirit.

In the current world, only the second-generation patriarch of Wudang Mountain who has lived for a thousand years and the invincible people in white for 300 years can do it.

The full moon in the sky is high on the top of the peak, and the golden color light covers the swirling clouds and mist, turning it into a group of dancing golden clouds, just like a bizarre and absurd miracle.

When the thunder was deafening, everyone was startled to realize that half of the world was caught in the violent ravages of thunder and rain.

At the same time, a light boat was shot like an arrow from the vastness of the sea of ​​clouds, trying to compete with the speed of the clouds and rain.

That light boat was obviously a man in white.

And the boundless sea of ​​clouds, as vast as waves, is the second-generation patriarch.

The bright moon faded, and the dark clouds covered the top.

The torrential rain fell all over the sky, submerging the pair of the world's most admired top masters into the boundless wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

For a while, various celestial phenomena continued to stir in the sky, emerging one after another, just like spring, summer, autumn and winter, different abnormal weathers appeared on Wudang Mountain in an instant, one after another.

Zhang Songxi's Taoist robe is hunting in the sky, dancing with a huge martial arts strength. At this stage, he has been waiting for an opportunity. He is not as good as his senior brother Yuan Juyang, who can use the world as a stage for "cultivating spirit", and finally , Unified the world, and achieved a peerless spirit.

He already understood that there was no way to take that step on his own, he could only wait for an opponent.

For this opponent, he has waited for 800 years, and his life expectancy is almost approaching, but he still hasn't waited.

As a last resort, I have no choice but to arrange the master in the world pattern around Wudang Mountain, and use the pattern of the entire eastern vast land to "preserve my health". up.

lucky!

He waited for this opponent.

And it is unprecedented, specious, a dao shadow of the person who was invincible a thousand years ago or something else.

This opportunity finally came.

Boom boom boom! !

In the vast sky, thousands of miles of clouds disappeared and dispersed, one after another, like the ebb and flow of the tide, the two people kept colliding, like clouds opening the sky, destroying the city, and smashing out a shocking flame.

Zhang Songxi has been invincible in this world for 700 years since senior brother Yuan Juyang stepped into the sky and became an immortal. In the past 700 years, no one has ever been able to stand against him like this man in white, let alone let him bring out his full power .

In the "Martial Arts Gold Medal" bestowed by Lu Ya, he comprehended the mystical technique of capturing the heaven and earth and the essence of the universe. In this world, only he can do it, not even his disciple Wu Ji can learn it.

But this process is also very dangerous, the human body is always limited, but the universe is infinite, if they stay together, they will go mad at the slightest, and be smashed to pieces on the spot at the worst, even if Zhang Songxi is close to mastering martial arts, he will not be spared.

What he needs is an object of catharsis, an evenly matched confrontation, in order to achieve balance.

The man in white was exactly the opponent he had been looking forward to for nearly a thousand years.

Hula la la!

In the vast sky, Zhang Songxi used the energy of the universe as a medium, like the Yangtze River, to hit the man in white through his fists and palms.

The man in white is flying in the sky. Although he doesn't have the ability to devour the essence of the universe like Zhang Songxi, his body seems to be a part of the universe. big.

He actually seemed to have turned into a boundless sea, with thousands of meridians and hundreds of rivers, the source and power of Zhang Songxi's unfathomable power, sucked in and out, stretched and circulated, and finally passed through the palm of his hand, Give back to Zhang Songxi!
"Last move!"

Seeing this, Zhang Songxi's body was muscular and muscular. At this moment, it seemed as if it was burning quickly. It was obvious that he had spit out everything in himself and gathered it on the five fingers, as if those five fingers had held all the energy in the mountains, rivers and earth.

Suddenly hit back with a punch!
This is under two fists of each other.

Finally, they collided like never before.

It seems to open the sky!
Ka Ka Ka!
A trace of mysterious aura gathered between the fists of the two people.

Break down the barriers!

Zhang Songxi felt that his cultivation was running with all his strength, forming a kind of Tai Chi with the man in white, pushing the realm that had not moved in a hundred years. At this moment, he finally stepped into a brand new realm.

"This is it."

A trace of an incomparably sincere smile suddenly appeared on the indifferent face of the man in white.

"Did you feel it?"

Zhang Songxi's eyes were also filled with joy.

"It's them!"

Suddenly the two looked up to the sky and burst out laughing, even the thunderous thunder, lightning and wind and rain couldn't cover it up.

"Hahahahaha!"

The loud laughter of the two shook the sky and the earth.

After that punch.

At the same time, they felt that they were not stepping on the air, but on the sky.

Click!

All the spectators looked up.

I saw that thousands of thunderbolts opened the void, and they all rang together where the two were standing.

All the people watching the battle saw the sky was clear and the sun was just rising, but the figures of two people disappeared there.

For a moment, the golden light is thousands of miles away, and the purple clouds cover the sky.

This scene is clearly the scene of the great grandfather of the Ming Dynasty ascending in the daylight 700 years ago.

Everyone was shocked.

It is clear that this night will be recorded in the annals of history again.

Xiangfu 69 summer, night.

The man in white and Zhang Songxi, the second-generation Patriarch of Wudang Mountain, are two peerless existences. During the battle with each other, they both broke through the fourth hurdle of martial arts and flew away.

……

Step on the sky, step on the sky.

After punching, the two of them laughed loudly and felt that what they were stepping on was already the sky, not the sky.

Since the sky is trampled under the feet.

Then, at this moment, it is no longer the world, but in the sky.

Sure enough, the two looked around, and the surroundings were no longer the high sky and rolling clouds of Wudang Mountain, but an incomparably pitch-black void and darkness.

"Here is..." Zhang Songxi was muttering.

A loud laugh came from behind.

He looked back immediately.

Then I saw a familiar tall, masculine and majestic man, striding forward: "Junior brother, you have finally ascended."

The man was none other than his senior brother, Great Ming Grandfather Yuan Juyang.

Yuan Juyang looked at the man in white in a blink of an eye, and said in shock, "You, you are..."

"I'm not." The man in white said indifferently.

Zhang Songxi asked: "Brother, where is Master?"

"Master will wake up, you follow me."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Juyang glanced at the man in white again, and said:

"You also come to pay homage to my master."

As he said that, he led the two of them to trample in the void, walked for an unknown number of miles, and came to a thatched hut.

"Stand here and wait, Master, I will wake up in three days."

Yuan Juyang said it.

The two stood there, not counting the years in the darkness, maybe it was very short, maybe it was a long time, they didn't know how to count the years here.

However, I suddenly saw some golden rivers appearing in the boundless darkness. They met each other and gradually formed a pair of golden eyes, which slowly opened in the darkness. The eyes seemed to be awake and drunk. After a while , his eyes streamed down, and fell on the two people.

"You came."

Lu Ya opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Songxi with a warm voice.

"Disciple, pay homage to your mentor." Zhang Songxi knelt before him, his voice full of sadness and excitement.

In a moment of Lu Ya's thought, he also knew that this disciple had not been easy all these years, and he almost couldn't see him.

Instead, he looked at the man in white:

"You are here too."

The man in white frowned: "You are the ancestor who pioneered martial arts? Do you recognize me?"

"You worshiped me once in your previous life."

The moment the words fell, the three people here saw the boundless flow of light in the darkness, and began to shrink suddenly, as if the Big Bang had started backtracking, causing the universe to go back to the original point of origin.

(End of this chapter)