Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 186 What a Coward

Outside the sword apartment.

The Juggernaut saw Wuming, his old opponent whom he had been looking for for decades, and happily released his latest half-step sword [-] for Wuming to taste.

Although Wuming has become a heavenly sword, which can make Wanjian worship him, but it still stays at the material level. Facing the sword master, which is between material and spiritual, after defeating the material side, Wuming's body protection sword After all, Qi cannot defend against the spiritual side.

spiritual dimension.

There is only one person and one sword left in the world!
Wuming looked at the slashing sword in shock. The illusory primordial spirit had not undergone special training, so he could only dodge in a hurry like ordinary people, avoiding the vital points, and stretched out his arms to block the slashing sword.

snort!
Wuming's arm was cut off by a sword, and the pain of Yuanshen was even worse than that of his body. Even at his level, he couldn't help crying out in pain.

"what……"

The sword master's sword was blocked by this one, and he had no strength left, and disappeared without a trace.

dimension of reality.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Master!"

Seeing that the sword energy around Wuming's body had dissipated, Jian Chen stood dumbfounded on the spot, then suddenly covered his head with his hands and let out a pitiful scream, he couldn't help crying out in shock.

"Congratulations, Uncle Sword Saint, you have realized this half-step sword twenty-three, and finally defeated Wuming as you wished."

Owen congratulated.

I was also very happy in my heart, because the sword intent had the same root, and Owen's spiritual power was far superior to others, so he had a deeper understanding of the sword master's sword. , there is really a surprise!

"Haha! Ming'er, it all depends on your previous reminder. Otherwise, how could this old man know that Sword 22 is not the ultimate sword, so how could he reach a higher level and realize this earth-shattering half-step Sword [-]?"

The Juggernaut's long-cherished wish came true, and he burst out laughing.

"Cough cough."

The Juggernaut laughed a few times, then coughed violently, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, I'm old, I'm old. Although I have realized this sword, my body is already on the verge of exhaustion. I'm afraid I will miss the real sword twenty-three in this life."

Owen hurried forward and supported the trembling body of the Juggernaut, knowing that what the Juggernaut said was true. In order to release this sword, his spirit and body were under heavy load. If there were no accidents, it would not last long.

"Uncle, don't worry, you will definitely get your wish in this life."

"Ming'er, stop comforting the old man. The old man is well aware of his body. The real Sword Twenty-Three depends on you."

The Juggernaut waved his hand.

"Uncle, please look at this."

Owen took out a blood bodhi from his bosom and handed it to the Juggernaut.

"Hey, could this be..."

The Juggernaut was startled, and took it smoothly.

Owen smiled and said, "Uncle's thinking is right. This is the holy fruit blood bodhi that is rumored in the world to heal injuries and increase interest. With it, Uncle Sword Saint's health will definitely improve greatly."

"It's really blood Bodhi!"

The Juggernaut is overjoyed. He defeated Wuming. He would have no regrets in this life. Unfortunately, the Sword Twenty-Three described by Owen has become his new obsession. How could he be willing to die before realizing the real Sword Twenty-Three? die.

"Great, with this blood bodhi, at least the old man's life can be extended by half a year. With this half year, the old man may be able to comprehend the real sword twenty-three."

"Then I wish Uncle Sword Saint his wish come true."

Owen cupped his hands and smiled.

"Okay, Ming'er, you are really the lucky star of this old man."

The sword master stroked his beard and smiled.

"What did you do to my master?"

Seeing that his master Wuming was holding his head and screaming there, while Juggernaut and Owen were laughing, Jian Chen couldn't help shouting angrily.

Only then did the Juggernaut turn his attention back to his old opponent, and said in a deep voice: "This half-step of the old man's sword twenty-three has already half-stepped into the realm of the primordial spirit. Brother Wuming has already injured his body after receiving my sword. Yuanshen, the old man has no way to heal him, everything can only depend on himself."

"what are you going to do?"

Seeing Owen stepping forward, Jian Chen hurriedly stopped him.

"I'll help him see, with my strength, do you think you can stop me from doing what I want?"

Owen sneered, and then put his hand on Nameless's wrist.

"The pulse is messy, obviously the soul is damaged, which affects the physical body, feed this to him."

"Blood Bodhi?"

Jian Chen was taken aback, and looked at Owen in disbelief. He didn't understand why Owen suddenly took out this kind of rare treasure to heal his master after he hated their master and apprentice like that first.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, you are you, nameless is nameless, although he is a bit pedantic, but he still has contributed to the Central Plains martial arts, and it is because of my invitation to come here to regret my uncle swordsman, I Of course we have to help him."

Owen said lightly.

In fact, this is only an incidental reason. The main reason is that he has scavenged too much blood Bodhi from Lingyun Grotto. He won't be injured anymore, and in addition, he also wants to know the effect of physical recovery on the injury of the primordial spirit after the treatment of Xue Bodhi, so he is naturally very happy.

"Many, thank you."

Jian Chen really wanted not to accept it, but seeing Wu Ming like this, after all, the master and apprentice love each other deeply, he took the blood Bodhi with a complex expression, and fed it to Wu Ming.

Essence, energy, and spirit are closely related, and the blood bodhi melts at the entrance, turning into streams of warm currents that circulate throughout the body, calming Wuming's disordered breath due to the injury of the primordial spirit, and immediately relieving Wuming's pain.

After pointing to the nameless Sleeping Cave, Owen said to Jian Chen, "Take your master into the hut to rest first. His primordial spirit was injured, and he should most need sleep to recover automatically."

"Thank you."

Jian Chen was at a loss and could only follow Owen's instructions.

After Jianchen went in with Wuming in his arms and the Sword Master went to refine the blood Bodhi, Owen jumped up and flew into the air, and then pointed at the sword, aiming at the bamboo forest in the distance.

"Sword 22!"

The huge solid sword energy slashed down, blasting the bamboo forest continuously.

"Yeah, it was discovered."

A figure flew out from the explosion, speaking in a strange tone.

"Who are you? How dare you spy on us?"

Owen looked at the familiar mask and its weird movements, and smiled inwardly, pretending not to know, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Who am I? I am God! The Supreme God! I am Monkey King Monkey King!"

The man did a few signature moves of Monkey King, and said with a smile.

"Monkey King Monkey King? Haha, how ridiculous!"

Owen burst out laughing.

"If you disrespect the heavens and the true God, you will be punished."

The masked man said solemnly.

"If the supreme god is as uneducated as you, then there is nothing to be awesome about."

Owen joked.

"what?"

The masked man was taken aback, not understanding Owen's routine.

"You are the supreme god, and you belong to Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. Aren't you uneducated? If you want to come out to cheat, pretend to be gods and trick ghosts, you should read a few books first. Don't you know that Monkey King, Monkey King Is it just a pawn? He can make troubles in the Heavenly Palace, not because of his great ability, but because many gods with profound mana don’t want to talk to him. Otherwise, if he makes a move at random, he will only be suppressed! Isn't it ridiculous?"

Owen sneered.

"Ahh! Bold! How dare you laugh at me like this! You want to die!"

The masked man suddenly became angry. His aptitude is indeed not high, and it all depends on the accumulation of time. At this moment, Journey to the West has just been born, and it does not have various interpretations like Owen's first world. Naturally, he did not expect this level. Owen pointed out that the accumulated experience of thousands of years is superior. , The mentality of treating ordinary people like ants made him feel ashamed and indignant.

Immediately ignoring the fear of Owen, he patted him with a palm.

"Good come!"

Owen's eyes lit up, and the true energy wings behind his back manifested. With a flap of the wings, as if teleporting, he avoided the attack of the masked man and came to his side, and the sword energy swept away.

"Sword 22!"

"Hmph! The gnat may shake the tree! I don't know what it means! Let you see the real gap between gods and mortals!"

The man in the mask blocked Owen's sword 22 casually, and then snorted coldly. He opened his palm and aimed at Owen.

boom!
Before the masked man could laugh out loud, the ice cube exploded, and Owen broke through the ice, laughing loudly and saying, "Is this what you call the means of God? That's all!"

"The Claw Way of the Top Ten Martial Arts!"

Ou Wenhua is a huge goshawk, which rushes down from the air, using his hands as claws, and the claws of true energy emerge from both hands. With the light and shadow of the huge goshawk floating around Owen, it is really like a giant eagle hunting its prey.

"It's not fun, it's not fun, I'll flash first."

This familiar scene immediately brought back the painful memory of the masked man. He shook his body, got up his body, and ran towards the distance. Originally, he was flying faster, but Ou Wen's incarnate air overlord, Goshawk, was flying in the air. How could he dare to fly? Can only run wildly on the ground.

But even so, the speed was astonishing, and he disappeared without a trace, disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Owen flapped his wings and stopped in mid-air, watching the masked man disappear from a distance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he muttered to himself: "Di Shitian, you are such a coward."

In fact, although Owen's true basaltic kung fu has been achieved with the help of Xue Bodhi, it cannot be compared with Wu Wudi, a top ten martial artist who created his own xuanwu true kung fu. It seems that most of the losses are more than the victories.

But Di Shitian's aptitude is ordinary. Although he has lived for thousands of years, he has been walking cautiously as a mortal. Hands and feet are bound, and the older the world is, the less courageous it is to give an incisive and vivid interpretation.

Facing the top ten martial arts shown by Owen, his painful experience made him directly commit suicide and run away.

"Ming'er, who was that person just now?"

There was so much commotion outside, Juggernaut and Jian Chen came out to check, and asked in surprise when they saw the scene of Owen fighting with a masked man so amazing.

"I don't know either. His skill is too powerful. If I didn't have a keen sense of spirituality, far superior to ordinary people, I wouldn't be able to spot him peeping from a distance."

Owen covered up.

Now his martial arts are not strong enough to crush Di Shitian, so naturally he will not take the initiative to expose Di Shitian's identity. As Di Shitian likes to hide in the dark and play tricks and tricks, as long as he does not expose it, Di Shitian will think With everything under control, it should be possible to leave enough time for Owen to practice.

"There are such people in the world..."

The swordsman frowned.

"The world is so big, there are no surprises, so don't worry about it, Uncle Sword Saint."

Owen laughed.

"Well, Ming'er, you come with me."

The Juggernaut greeted.

"Yes."

Owen's heart moved, and he followed the Juggernaut towards the stream, leaving behind Jian Chen with a complicated face.

He thought that he would reach the pinnacle when he made his debut, achieve great fame, reproduce and even surpass the martial arts myth of his mentor, but he didn't expect to meet Xiongba, Owen, Juggernaut, and this even more terrifying masked man just after he came out of the mountain. He couldn't beat any of them, and even his most admired master was stunned by the defeated sword master who thought he could kill him instantly. The outside world is really terrifying...

By the stream.

"Ming'er, this old man will pass on to you the newly comprehended twenty-three key points of the half-step sword."

Although he had some guesses, when the Juggernaut really did this, Owen couldn't help being excited. He had already learned a lot from the sword intent in the previous battle. As long as he was given time, he would have the confidence to display this Yi Jian even had a certain comprehension of the real Jian Twenty-Three.

But if a Juggernaut personally explains the tricks, it will definitely shorten Owen's time greatly. How can this not make Owen overjoyed.

"Thank you, Uncle Sword Saint."

"Well, just listen carefully..."

The sword master carefully passed on the tricks he had learned to Owen, and then sighed: "Essence, energy and spirit are the three treasures of Taoism. They are step by step and closely connected. Sword twenty-three is the sword of the primordial spirit. It is not enough if you are successful in refining the gods." In order to unleash the real sword of primordial spirit. The old man’s body has already decayed, and even with the blood Bodhi, it can’t make up for the body’s energy and spirit. It’s probably the last sword if I forcefully draw the sword.”

Owen was silent.

What the sword master said is exactly right. In the original time and space, his body was decaying and dying, and he barely let his soul out of his body. The ensuing death.

You know, there is no way to refine the gods, and there is no way to cultivate the real Taoist primordial spirit. Swordsmanship like Jian Ersan, where the primordial spirit emerges from the body and turns into a sword of the primordial spirit, is really detrimental to the spirit, and it is replaced by Owen's spirit The gods are far superior to those of Tongji, so they may be able to use it a few more times, but if they are a little careless, they will also lose their spiritual consciousness and become a living dead.

Danger and opportunity have always coexisted. Don't look at Di Shitian's own Sacred Heart Art, which also has the method of attacking the soul, but his method of absorbing the soul can only deal with Fengyun, who is far inferior to him. It's just Wuming, and he was blocked by Wuming, which shows the level of rubbish. Facing the powerful Wu Wudi, he was beaten into a dog and fled in a hurry.

Sword Twenty-Three is indeed dangerous, but its power is also powerful enough. As long as it is practiced, Owen will have a powerful attacking method of the soul. As long as he obtains the method of refining the soul and becomes a real soul, he will be able to block and kill at that time. God, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, and killed the bald head, it was a breeze.

From this point of view, the qualifications of the Juggernaut can throw Di Shitian away by ten roads...

Tianmen.

Void heaven.

"Damn it, hate it! I thought that once Wu Wudi died, I would be invincible again, but I didn't expect that there would be an heir to him."

Di Shitian, who was wearing an ice mask, cursed bitterly.

A woman who was also wearing a mask standing beside her had a look of surprise in her eyes when she heard the words, and said respectfully: "Master, is there anyone in this world who can threaten the supreme god?"

"of course not!"

Di Shitian categorically denied: "This god is immortal, who can threaten this god?"

"Slaves deserve to die."

"Mother God, you leave Tianmen immediately and do something for me."

"Please instruct the master."

"You're like this... let's do it."

"Yes."

After the goddess retreated, Di Shitian sat alone in the ice cave, his eyes flickered, and he moved his five fingers together for a long time, clenching them into fists.

"Dugu Ming, even if you have inherited Wu Wudi's martial arts, so what, you are still going to be manipulated by this god, hahaha..."

　PS: Thank you Tong Tong for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)