I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Huh!"

Yang Lie stuck out his right palm, grabbed the corpse's breastbone, and soon a dull bag fell into his palm. This bag feels soft and soft, although it is only the size of a thumb, but a little bit of thought power can feel its interior is boundless and the space is quite vast.

There is no doubt that it is the Qiankun bag!

Moreover, this is not an ordinary Qiankun bag, but a space profound tool made from a Fangdongtian Immortal Palace, with an internal area of ​​at least seven or eight thousand miles.

"laugh!"

There is the soul brand of Qingpao disciple in this universe bag, even if it is a strong god, it is helpless. However, Yang Lie had the help of the Ten Thousand Demon Diagrams, and he just urged the Array Diagram's breath, and it opened.

"hiss!"

After waiting to see the situation in Qiankun's bag clearly, Yang Lie couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath, his eyes revealed a look of surprise——

Most of the space inside has been shattered, and there are spiderweb-like patterns everywhere, even if there is no external interference, it will have to dissolve on its own for at least a hundred years.

"How strong was the ancient magic power that attacked this sect?"

From this Qiankun bag, we can see how tragic the battle experienced by the Qingpao disciple! Moreover, he is very likely to be lucky, but he has been involved in some aftermath of the battle, otherwise he will not even be able to save his life.

"Well, are all the resources exhausted?"

The power of thought swept through it, and Yang Lie had a thorough look at the situation in Qiankun's bag. There were only a few sporadic resources in it, and nothing else.

Originally, perhaps there were still some spiritual flowers and plants in the Qiankun bag, but because of the fragmentation of the space, they could not get enough vitality to nourish them, and they had already withered away.

"Huh, that's—"

Suddenly, Yang Lie's eyes moved, and he noticed a peculiar piece in the middle of Qiankun's bag: it was a tomb with loess sprinkled all over the surface, and it didn't look weird.

But Yang Lie was keenly aware that something was wrong, because he suddenly discovered that his soul power could not penetrate the tomb!

With his current realm of soul, let alone loess, even hundreds of feet thick stainless steel profound iron can't stop the penetration of thought power. As you can imagine, there must be something weird about this tomb!

"Get up!"

The heart stopped drinking, and a soul force grabbed the tomb, revealing the secret hidden below——

In the depths of the tomb there is a long sword with brilliant silver light. The handle of the sword is engraved with the word "Pi Shen", and the whole body is glowing with a faint silver light, and there is a continuous swirling vortex.

If you look closely, you can find that there are countless images floating in the whirlpool, whether people or beasts or businessmen or scholars, forming a picture of the world's emotions.

"Self-formed world?"

Yang Lie raised his eyebrows. Judging from the aura contained in it, this long sword clearly possessed the power to smash through the world's barriers. In other words, it is approaching the level of heaven!

Although it can't be regarded as a real heavenly rank profound weapon, it has reached the "half-step state", which is equivalent to the rank of Wufeng sword.

"Good guy!"

There was a touch of joy in Yang Lie's eyes, a half-step Heavenly Rank Profound Tool, even many prefecture-level forces could not possess. The harvest of this long sword alone is worth the adventure.

Suddenly, a crazy thought came into his mind: What would happen if this Divine Sword was also swallowed by Wufeng Sword?

As soon as this thought came out, it immediately burned Yang Lie's heart like a raging flame. He took a deep breath before reluctantly suppressing it.

It was not that Yang Lie gave up this idea, but that he felt that it was not enough!

According to the previous experience, there are at least a few mysterious tools of the same level, so that the De Wu Feng Sword can be substantially improved! Therefore, he was prepared to wait.

If people are asked to know what he thinks, they will faint silently: This kind of prodigal technique is really unheard of!

"Huh!"

Yang Lie grabbed the palm of his hand and put the long sword into the Ten Thousand Monsters, and then turned his eyes to the bones in front of him: the sword is just an unexpected harvest, but what he really desires is—

"Come!"

With a clear call, the twenty-four acupuncture stars in Yang Lie's body lit up, and bunches of swallowed air surging out silently. They drifted and floated, and soon formed a separate area, covering the cyan light bones.

It is to devour the ancient world!

"Crunch, crunch."

The jerky voice sounded again and again, only to see that the corpse bone, under the restraint of this ancient realm power, gradually emerged from the surface with strands of blue light.

The light is slender and flexible, winding and twisting, it looks like the meridian blood of the human body!

Ten, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... Soon, the number of cyan lights rose to hundreds of thousands, and then they began to twist and converge toward the center, quickly converging into a ball shape.

"fist?"

Ran Yiner next to her cried out, but soon, she covered her lips, not daring to make the slightest noise, for fear of disturbing Yang Lie.

However, the surprise in her eyes was still tumbling like a boiling fountain. As far as she could see, the blue light finally turned into a fist! A ragged fist!

"Does martial arts mean?"

After pondering for a while, Ran Yin'er muttered in her heart, and a stunned color appeared on her face: If a warrior wants to enter the realm of earth immortals, he must first raise his martial arts true meaning to the fourth-order level.

They have condensed their cultivation insights from the true meaning of martial arts, and even their lifelong martial arts experience is extremely precious! Even if a strong earth immortal gets a suitable body, even if he accidentally falls, he can use his true will to forcibly rebirth!

However, the Qingpao disciple fell quite unexpectedly, and there was no body nearby for him to take away. Therefore, the true meaning of his martial arts can only gradually melt into the bones.

And Yang Lie, forcibly extracted it, and recondensed it into a complete martial arts true meaning!

"call!"

Yang Lie held the resonance bead with a vacant palm, and a touch of joy was revealed on his face uncontrollably. Seeing Qingpao disciple taking action from the memory of Killing Xianteng before, he felt as if he was struck by shock in the sea of ​​knowledge, and a wonderful insight quickly came into being——

That sentiment is exactly the "Holy Demon Fist Classic"!

After the demon clone swallowed the soul of Dongfang Hengying, he naturally inherited his martial arts, including the secret boxing skills of the Dongfang family.

Yang Lie, as the deity, shared all the memories and insights with the clone, and mastered this martial art to perfection without any effort.

It is a pity that although the Holy Demon Boxing Classic is also a "peerless martial arts", its power is inferior to the "star and meteor spear technique" and the "Non-Edge Sword Classic".

Therefore, it is somewhat tasteless to Yang Lie!

It is precisely for this reason that although Yang Lie mastered it perfectly, he never used it. However, Qingpao disciple’s shot opened a door for Yang Lie, allowing him to see another possibility——

Fusion!

Yes, it is integration.

Yang Lie discovered that there was a subtle similarity between the boxing practice practiced by the Qingpao disciple and the Holy Demon Boxing Classic. As long as they were combined, the new martial arts would surely be able to advance a great deal.

Therefore, when he perceives the existence of fist from the bones, he will be so happy!

"Sister Ran, you can protect me."

Yang Lie's eyes were hot, his figure floated up and down, and he came to the deep pit in front of him, and his thought power perception quietly penetrated into the blue fist.

Ran Yin'er was startled, and saw that Yang Lie had started training directly without any defense against herself. There was a complex color on her face, and she stomped her feet angrily: "I can decide without my consent. It's a big man's tone!"

Having said that, she immediately released her soul power and formed a perfect barrier around her, blocking Yang Lie behind her back.

...

"Boxer, holy way too!"

As soon as the perception poured into his fist, Yang Lie immediately sensed a tyrannical thought coming through the air. That thought seemed to be like a pillar to the sky, and like a big millstone of heaven and earth, forced from a distance, it made the mind shudder and almost shattered on the spot.

"Boom!"

The direction of the fist is invincible.

The sight, mind, and soul were all flooded with a mighty fist. That fist light really has a taste of touching the holy path of the universe, as if it has blended into the truth of everything and everything, and all the forces that dare to resist are evil ways and will be ruthlessly destroyed.

"Eight pulse holy fist?"

A strong voice sounded in Yang Lie's heart, which was the name of this martial art. At this moment, he suddenly gave birth to a clear understanding——

This fist intent does not entirely belong to the Qingpao disciple, perhaps it is not purely formed by his own insight! Because the ideas it contains are too tyrannical, far beyond the ability of half-step gods to penetrate.

Yang Lie guessed that the Qingpao disciple should have an extraordinary identity among the ancient sects. Therefore, he received the help of his elders at all costs and condensed this fist!

"Using one's own divine power to open up the'sacred veins', arouse the boundless power of the vast world, and display the fist of the world."

Yang Lie's thoughts flowed, and he quickly understood the essence of this martial art. If it wants to cultivate to the perfect state, it needs to open up eight divine veins. As soon as the eight veins emerge, even the sacred path of the sun is forcibly crushing the opponent, and it is a terrifying martial arts!

Yang Lie thought to himself, its grade is not inferior to the Gods and Demons Life and Death Spear, and it is very likely to have reached the "super-grade" state!

That Qingpao disciple had a personal biography from his elders, but he realized it to the "Four Meridian Realm", and there is still a long way to go before the perfect eight Meridians emerge.

"melt!"

Yang Lie's heart stopped drinking, and the martial arts sentiment of the holy demon's life and death fist continued to flow into the fist.

Some of the strange parts, such as how to mobilize the power of the evil spirit, etc., have long been eliminated by him, leaving only pure martial arts experience.

"Whizzing!"

The fist revolved quickly, and a jasper-like light emerged from it, and it rushed into Yang Lie's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Eight-channel sacred fist...One-channel realm...two-channel realm...eight-channel realm."

Yang Lie's mind gathered together, and the mysterious Jin Zhu was also trembling. After about half an hour, I finally absorbed it——

At this time, he truly mastered a superb martial arts!

"Ding!"

When it was, there was a tyrannical wave from the remaining fist intent. The wave couldn't be resisted and it rushed straight into the seeds of Yang Lie's Dantian Immortal Power.

"what."

Yang Lie's heart was shocked, and the color of extreme surprise emerged.