Immortal Book

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The mysterious way of heaven, the message from the heavens, in this world, people who are unable to practice are called "abandoned sons of heaven", also known as those who have abandoned the way... Heaven's legacy, Tao's abandonment? Or is it compatible with Tao? Let's watch a young man from the Luo family uncover the mysterious veil and go on a journey to change his destiny against the will of heaven... Young man from the Luo family: "My Tao, I will come out on my own!!!" Simple words, Tao's cry, shocking! All heavens and ten thousand ways.

Zhang Yan punched out again, and the majestic fist power rippled out, still not distinguishing between top and bottom. Although he kept punching, he kept looking around. It was as if there was a layer of mist filling the place where he was, making it difficult to see where his feet were, let alone mountains, trees or other living things in the distance. It was more like chaos, with only a puppet similar in appearance to him in front of him. "There is some trouble with the fireworks." Zhang Yan knew a little about the fireworks. You may encounter various strange things when you enter them, and the one in front of you is an example. He did not think too much and did not dare to think too much, because the most fearful thing about the fireworks in Shu is the idea of ​​searching for people. Of course, this is related to the realm of the caster, state of mind and other factors. The more thoughts you have, the worse the situation you will fall into. Similar to the situation where your cultivation is distracted and you become obsessed, your biggest enemy is yourself. His robes were somewhat torn, and the black clothes in front of him were just like a puppet. He just had his own shape. His expression was cold, his eyes were dull, and his punches were awkward, but there was nothing he could do, and the girl dressed in exotic clothes hadn't appeared yet. This land of chaos seems to have the effect of isolating the spiritual consciousness. The place where the spiritual consciousness reaches seems to fall into an abyss, and the depth is unknown. And the girl should be peeping in some secret place. As long as she reveals a flaw, the opponent may launch a fatal blow. Looking at himself in front of him, Zhang Yan felt an inexplicable fire. This kind of fire can only appear when he encounters a strong opponent. Before he could punch first, the puppet had already taken the lead and rushed towards him. The punch was like a shooting star. Zhang Yan blocked it with one punch and drew a few feet away, preparing to hit it back with a whip kick. Phantom? The black clothes in front of him disappeared out of thin air. The whip leg was not thrown out by this violent attack. A strong wind hit from the back of the head. It was so violent that it was like a storm crashing on the shore. Zhang Yan fell forward directly and hit the back of the head with his fist. However, his movements were still smooth. He rolled and jumped up with one foot. The whip leg hit the incoming fist with great power. The black-clothed puppet fell back without stopping. Zhang Yan's figure disappeared strangely, and when he reappeared, he was behind the puppet. His left hand was like an eagle's claw, thrust out fiercely, and restrained the puppet's hands that could punch at any time. He strangled its neck with one arm and smashed it back with all his strength. The black-clothed puppet fell on its back, surging like wind and thunder. With a strong kick, he stomped on the chest. This kick was enough to make the puppet's heart go cold. There was a "kaka" sound, and the bones were broken, but it was blocked. The puppet protected the master's chest with both hands, but the puppet's hands were already useless, and the hands had been folded at an angle. Zhang Yan kicked again, more powerful than the previous kick, hitting the puppet's abdomen with a muffled sound. The black-clothed puppet dragged dozens of feet across the ground, like a dead dog. Zhang Yan slowly walked towards the puppet. He wanted to see if such a damaged puppet could still stand up. The black-clothed puppet stood up with some difficulty, its sunken abdomen bulged slightly, and its folded arms were restored to their original shape by a force. There seemed to be a glimmer of light in the healed wound, and the indescribable energy made Zhang Yan's back feel cold. What surprised him was that the puppet seemed to be more alive than before, its movements were not as rigid as before, and its eyes began to move. The puppet looked at him, and there was more light in the originally dull black pupils, and it suddenly felt a little unfathomable. Regarding puppets, Zhang Yan has also heard that puppets are generally just bodies and have no independent consciousness. Unless someone's soul resides in it and gradually merges with the body, it can be controlled freely. The consciousness of this puppet does not live in it, but is more like an autonomous consciousness generated from nothing. But everything in front of him was contrary to common sense. Unless this puppet was not an ordinary body, but a fairy shell, then it would be possible to give birth to autonomous consciousness. The strangeness in front of him did not allow Zhang Yan to think more. The puppet after repair was even stronger. "Hey, is there anyone? Little girl, please come out and meet me. Your hands are really giving me a hard time. Can we negotiate? If you don't come out again, I'll catch you and you'll get a spanking!" Zhang Yan shouted to the chaotic surroundings. There was no response and no one spoke. It seemed that the surroundings were vast, but he couldn't really see his surroundings. It's so tricky. Zhang Yan clapped his hands and lamented a little. The puppet opposite was really lifelike, like a long-lost twin brother, but its fierceness was deadly. The first thing to do is Zhang Yan, who is born with lotus step by step. Every step is like stepping on water, with ripples, and his movements are elusive. With one stroke, there is a faint roar of the wind, and it goes straight to the heart. Since he has been resurrected, let's do it again and see how many times he can survive. The puppet held it with one hand, and its punch was blocked. However, the force of the punch passed through the protection, shattering the puppet's chest, and its clothes exploded. The puppet's skin color was the same as that of an ordinary person, but its hardness was close to that of a demon. Even hitting a cow across a mountain with real punches still had no effect. With one hit, the puppet's whole body was covered with Gang Qi for protection. The two men in black were fighting each other. The puppet was protected by Gang Qi. Zhang Yan's fist intention was surging, like the tide crashing on the shore. One wave was higher than the other. It was the superposition of the fist intention. The first punch laid the foundation, and the second punch was superimposed. The third punch was superimposed..., The two figures were like two hungry tigers, refusing to give in to each other, switching battlefields. A figure was knocked out of the battle circle like a stone, sometimes it was a black-clothed puppet, sometimes it was Zhang Yan, but it flew past in an instant, and the rumbling fists overlapped again. Two black shadows intersected, a rumble exploded, the fist rippled, and the two figures were bounced away, dragging two long marks on the ground. In this confrontation, Zhang Yan and the black-clothed puppet exchanged fifty punches, and he also received thirty punches solidly. During the confrontation, the highest number of punches he could superimpose was only six punches. The superposition of punches was one of the essences of his boxing practice. Before five punches, he was invincible at the same level. After eight punches, those at a higher level would not die or be injured. Now, the highest number of punches he could superimpose was ten punches. The six consecutive punches were the first round, and there were no superimposed punches after that. The puppet seemed to be able to understand his boxing skills after the punches, so many times after that, he was interrupted by the puppet pulling unexpectedly. The superimposed punches directly hit the puppet's vital points, such as the heart, dantian, head, etc., Or were hit or blocked. After a while, except for the broken clothes, nothing happened. And in this process, he also struck with maximum damage, focusing on maximum damage. In addition to punches, his knees, elbows, and whip legs were all his "fist" strikes, all carrying violent wind. Zhang Yan stood there, neither happy nor sad, as calm as water. From the broken clothes, you can see the color radiating from his skin. This is the reason why he practiced boxing. His body is like a diamond. This is something that only a few people in his realm can perform, and it is equivalent to crossing the realm. "You are so generous. First of all, you and I have the same appearance, so we should be treated as brothers. Secondly, you are born because of me, and we are like father and son. I treat you like a brother and a father. A younger brother will not respect his older brother, and a son will not be kind to his father. You are unethical!" Zhang Yan smoothed over his broken clothes and cursed at the puppet. He had no choice but to do so. The puppet was full of fighting spirit and was ready to kill at any time. Zhang Yan realized that his words could not disturb his mind, so he had to kill him before talking. The color of his body became more and more like jade, and the fierceness of his fists became more intense, and there seemed to be a sizzling sound coming from his fists. Like thunder, the two bodies collided with a roar like thunder. Zhang Yan received more than ten heavy punches, which hurt his heart, but at least he really destroyed the puppet. He broke the puppet's arm with one hand, broke his knees with one kick, shattered his jaw with one punch, and broke his spine with his knees. They were all vital parts of the human body. He must have died. The puppet's broken body was lying on the ground, and it could no longer die. "This invulnerable puppet is really annoying to me." Zhang Yan cursed a few words. This puppet is so pestering. I wonder if there will be another one. Approaching the deformed puppet, he kicked the puppet in the abdomen, hoping to send it flying away. Suddenly, Zhang Yan arched his body and flew directly into the air. What followed was a fist, with a strong punch, that hit his jaw. His whole body flew through the air, and there was no possibility of getting up. Suddenly, a blue line shot from nowhere, with the sound of howling wind, hitting Zhang Yan's back. If this blow succeeded, it would at least cost him serious injury or even fall. In the blink of an eye, this battle was about to end. Zhang Yan's momentum dropped and he was soared into the air like a lion with his eyes open. A cunning look flashed through his eyes, like a dying spark that suddenly burst into flames and rekindled. A dragon turned over in the air, holding the "blue line" with one hand, and then poured out a punch that had been prepared for a long time. With a muffled sound, the two figures shot backwards, tens of feet apart. The person behind the scattered fireworks finally showed up. The surroundings were still chaotic. The girl in exotic clothes stood in the distance and did not continue to hide into the surrounding chaos. The puppet that looked like Zhang Yan was already standing next to her. In the blink of an eye, most of the damaged puppet had been restored. She looked at this young master from the Shangzhu family of the Yan Kingdom. His ancestors were all important ministers of the country. In his generation, he actually had a disciple who practiced cultivation, and his talent was also very high. The most important thing is that she can control the distracting thoughts in her heart. She cannot directly search for other people's thoughts, but this fireworks display can. It is somewhat similar to a small world, but people in it cannot "transcend from the world", just like being in a cage, and cannot return to nature. People who are deeply trapped in it are prone to have many weird thoughts. This is not guided by the fireworks, but due to human nature. When encountering changes, unrealistic and terrifying predictions will appear in the mind, and this kind of prediction can be captured by the fireworks, and then truly replicate the terrible things of the person who had the thought. Of course, those created "thoughts" are no longer as easy to destroy as predictions. This fireworks display is like a mirage, is it a dead thing? It's not that everyone in Shu is capable of setting off fireworks, but that there are requirements for people based on their foundation. It's similar to what Orange said when it grows in Huainan, and Orange grows when it grows in North Huaibei. The so-called foundation is the land of Huainan and Huaibei, and it can't exist without it. "Xiao Nizi, you are clearly two against one, which is a bit unkind." Zhang Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wasted most of the day, and finally led out the man behind the scenes. Ever since he entered the fireworks, he had completely lost sight of this girl, and he was facing off against this puppet without any signs of life, which made him very laborious. Although he hadn't fought so vigorously for a long time, the person behind the scenes was always hiding in the dark, and he was always a little afraid. So he was really fighting with this puppet, but he was a little tired from doing two things. In order to lure out the little girl in front of him, it took him a lot of effort, and he was a little surprised at the other party's caution. From the fight to now, there were at least three times where he sold out the flaws, but he failed to lure the opponent out. And the reason why he was able to trick the opponent into showing up was because it was real this time. He really didn't expect that the puppet he had almost crippled could still have such powerful explosive power. The remaining aura actually erupted like a flash flood, and he was caught off guard and received a fatal punch. If he hadn't been prepared, he would have been the one lying on the ground, or even fallen. If he returned to Shangyan, he would have to lie down in the coffin on his own without being laughed at by others and brought down by a little girl. "Little brother, you are so powerful. In the fireworks of our Shu people, few can beat the mirror image to pieces like you." The girl said. The girl's arm was shaking slightly, and the sneak attack failed, so she punched Zhang Yan, which was a bit painful. Moreover, there was an aura in the palm. Although it did not pose a threat, it could not be dissipated. "Little brother, you are afraid that I will not be able to escape, so you are using this method to make people have nowhere to hide." She had already guessed Zhang Yan's thoughts. The fireworks were her home court, and with the lingering aura in her hand, it was equivalent to having nowhere to hide. "Little girl, your strength is not as cute as your appearance, which makes me a little scared." "Then little brother, are you going to continue fighting? But it seems like someone is about to break in." Zhang Yan obviously didn't fight enough. At this point, he felt more energetic and looked at the opponent as not lying. At one end of the alley, Zhu Wuliang and his party were blocked by a fog. It was not autumn, nor was it midnight by the river. How could a mist appear out of thin air, making it difficult to see what was going on. Although he was a dandy, he had also heard that the mountain people who were wandering around in the rivers and lakes had some tricks to hide their ears. If he couldn't figure out the situation, he didn't dare to rush in, so he instigated someone to go find out and let him know if anything happened. But after the subordinate entered, he didn't know what was going on. He called twice for a response, but there was no reply. So Zhu Wuliang picked up a stone and threw it into the fog. There was no sound of falling to the ground. "You go in, and if you encounter something, go back." Zhu Wuliang shouted to a subordinate. The man was also afraid of the unknown unknown in the fog in front of him, so naturally he didn't want to go. However, he couldn't resist Zhu Wuliang's rage. Before entering the fog, the subordinate's name was Xiao San. He was a guy who specialized in flattering, and he took the initiative to explore the way. If he didn't move, another person had to go. This time, the man's name was Koji. He was over seven feet tall and had a decent appearance. If he was doing ordinary things, he would be a normal person, but his behavior was a little timid and timid, so he looked suspicious. He turned back in three steps. He was reluctant at first, but he hoped that his young master would take back his life. He was not like the guards around Xu Tai'an who could defeat the enemy with the three-foot sword at his waist. They were following the little girl. When they turned into this alley, it was all a blur. They were at the theater earlier. Although they didn't get a closer look, they saw the general process of playing the snake. How could it be an ordinary trick? Maybe it was panic, but he couldn't help but feel that something unusual was waiting for him in the fog. Fortunately, he had just stepped into the fog, and the fog had dissipated. A faint sound of panic suddenly roared in his ears, and it was Xiao San's voice. "Don't come here... Young Master... Help me..." The shouting was in a crying tone. After the fog cleared, Xiao San's situation was cleared away. His face was full of panic. He pressed his whole body against the wall and spread his legs to see that he was going to pass through the wall. He was howling randomly, as if he had encountered something terrible. The fog dispersed, and it was sunny and sunny again. Even if there were ghosts, they had already retreated. Faced with the sudden "resurrection", he turned from great sadness to great joy, and ran towards Zhu Wuliang, but the aftereffects of weak legs and feet were still there. He fell to the ground like a dog, and was helped back by Hao Er. Zhu Wuliang was dressed in red. He ignored Xiao San and Hao Er who came over. Instead, he looked at the end of the alley after the fog dispersed. In the middle was a somewhat embarrassed young man in black, about the same size as him, and the exotic girl who had come with him. The young man in black walked back to the other end of the alley. The foreign girl looked both ways and walked towards Zhu Wuliang carrying a box that was almost as tall as her. "Han Xiang, thank you, sir." The foreign girl did not approach Zhu Wuliang, but stopped not far away, clearly distinguishing herself. Zhu Wuliang returned the gift politely. "Why, it's so embarrassing to be beaten." Bai Yunfei couldn't help but joked when he saw Zhang Yan's embarrassment. "How much effort did it take?" The boy in gray asked. "Eighty percent" Zhang Yan said, and then walked over to Bai Yunfei. The fan in the boy's hand in gray was gently tapping the palm of his left hand. The most interesting thing was that the fat boy in red who appeared opposite also held a fan in his hand. The boy in gray moved to the side, just opposite to the boy in red, with his hairpin raised high. Zhu Wuliang held a fan in his hand. He already knew the general outline of the group of people in front of him. The news of the opening of Canglan Mountain and its recruitment of disciples spread to various countries. Many palaces and forces took this opportunity to express their congratulations. Of course, it would be best for someone under his belt to enter Canglan Mountain. And someone from the Yan Kingdom has also come. The gray-clothed young man in front of him is probably the Third Highness of the Yan Kingdom. If you think about it carefully, only these three highnesses of the Yan Kingdom can come, Yan Changling.

Firecrackers started setting off outside today. Have you started setting off there?