The strongest collapse system

Chapter 688
boom!
After going through many illusions, Hong Yi suddenly felt a buzzing in his mind, and he woke up.

At this moment, he felt sharp and alert, his whole body was extremely refreshed, and he wanted to sing loudly.

I no longer feel exhausted after practicing.

"It's such a powerful sutra, it's easier to get through these illusions than before." This time Hong Yi practiced more calmly and quickly than he used to visualize the Amitabha statue to suppress the devil.

The origin of the soul was stronger than ever before, Hong Yi couldn't help but get out of his body, and flew into the courtyard.

He was bathed in the moonlight as soft as mercury, and the moon in the sky continuously sprinkled the brilliance, falling on his soul, Hong Yi felt that his soul was as pure as glass, spotless, like a bright mirror stand.

"Hey, what is this?"

Hong Yi suddenly discovered that the moonlight falling on him had undergone some wonderful changes.

Moonlight was originally an invisible and qualityless thing, but at this moment, Hong Yi felt that the moonlight falling on his body seemed to be soft and smooth silk, becoming something like a coat.

"Could it be...Precious Moonlight King, Infinite Life!"

With a twitch in Hong Yi's heart, a secret method in the past scriptures was activated.

The moonlight was immediately driven by Hong Yi, and combined with the soul, Hong Yi suddenly discovered an amazing thing. As more and more moonlight merged into the soul, his soul had a faint shadow.

It's almost hard to spot though.

"Sure enough, I broke through!"

Joy filled Hong Yi's heart.

After practicing the secret method of self-belief in the Future Wushengjing, he actually made another huge breakthrough in the cultivation of the soul, from the fifth level of the soul to the realm of driving things, and broke through to the sixth level of the soul, showing his body!
This speed of progress is astonishing.

"The Future Wusheng Sutra is really amazing. Without the help of this volume of scriptures, it would take at least a year to reach the current state just by practicing the "Amitabha Sutra."

In this way, from the first day to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Hong Yi also practiced martial arts and Taoism, practicing martial arts during the day, and revolving the Amitabha Sutra and the Wusheng Sutra at night to strengthen his soul.

The muscles and membranes on the body are getting stronger, tougher, and stronger, just like a piece of pig iron has been tempered to remove all impurities inside and transform into fine steel.

The origin of the spirit and soul has also made great progress, the mind is clear, the whole person feels unprecedentedly happy, and a more confident attitude is gradually developed.

Hong Yi was completely intoxicated by such days.

He didn't have to break away from this kind of life until the first month was completely over.

Because the Hong Family School is about to start school.

"This month has been so quiet and comfortable. No one bothered me. It must be because my father made me prepare for the scientific examination after calling me last time. If he, the head of the family, hadn't spoken, I'm afraid the elders would People won't let me be so pure." Hong Yi said in his heart.

"After this month's practice, my soul has stabilized. It is completely at the sixth level of the soul, the realm of appearance, and I have a feeling that I am about to make a breakthrough again. The cultivation of martial arts has also reached a bottleneck. The method has almost trained the muscles and membranes, and you can start to practice the Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist at any time."

Hong Yi began to examine his current situation.

"But in three months, the changes in me seem to be earth-shaking."

Three months ago, Hong Yi was just a weak scholar who was almost beaten by a maid, but now he has become a sixth-level soul, a stranger in the realm of a physical warrior.

This feeling is indescribable.

"Uncle Wang, am I now a somewhat accomplished master?" Hong Yi asked.

"Probably, that boy surnamed Bai is the same age as you, and now he has cultivated his soul to the level of a ghost, and his martial arts to the level of a martial saint." Wang Fan replied while meditating.

Hong Yi, who was a little swollen in his heart, was suddenly speechless, and continued to practice, speechless all night.

Early the next morning.

Hong Yi packed up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, packed them in a bag, and went to the family clan school with Wang Fan.

The Hong family's sect is located in Dongdong of Yujing City, close to the Imperial College of Imperial College. In the morning, there are many people who leave for the sect from the Hou's mansion. In addition to Hong Yi's more than ten brothers and sisters, there are also Some distant relatives in remote houses, as well as the maids and servants who accompanied the students, were busy with traffic, as if they were going to a market, almost a spectacle.

The Zongxue of the Hong Mansion is well run, close to Guozijian University, and has a strong learning atmosphere. The Zongxue also invites well-known bachelors, who are knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

Since Hong Xuanji, Marquis of Wuwen, was born in Tanhua, and has been in government for many years, has a wide network of contacts, and also has a group of literati party members, the Hong family's sect is now like a big academy, quite famous in Yujing City, even better than At the same time, the sects of the Duke and the prince's family are much more famous, and some outsiders also want to find connections to study here.

Most of these people who went to study in Hongfu Zongxue sat in a carriage, even if there was no carriage, there were at least two or three clever book boys to accompany them with their things.

Only Hong Yi was accompanied by a middle-aged man who helped him share some luggage.

After walking for a stick of incense, Hong Yi saw a tall house in the distance.

That is Guozijian University.

"Brother Luo Yunluo, isn't he a student studying in the Imperial College?" Hong Yi looked at the iron wrench in his hand, and suddenly remembered the fake boy who was disguised as a man that he met in the No. [-] man.

"Get out, get out!"

Just as he was meditating, there was the sound of horseshoes rushing behind him, but it was two horses rushing over, one of which was a young man wearing a hat, luxurious silk and satin, and a jade pendant around his waist, and the other Sitting immediately was a servant in silk and satin.

Hong Yi knew them.

Hong Gui, the son of Mrs. Rong, the third wife of the Hong family.

The attendant is Hong Gui's cousin Rong Pan, a relative of Mrs. Rong's natal family.

These two men were very skilled in riding. They rode their horses all the way over, rampaging and aggressive, but in fact they cleverly avoided people and things.

"They are coming for me!" Hong Yi's soul was extremely sensitive now, and he felt the malice of Hong Gui and Rong Pan almost instantly.

This is indeed the case.

As soon as he entered the Hou family, it was as deep as the sea, and the Hou mansion was full of intrigue and power strife. Hong Yi was summoned by Hong Xuanji once, which aroused Hong Gui's dissatisfaction.

When Hong Gui and Rong Pan saw Hong Yi, they immediately looked at each other. Qi Qi showed a sinister smile, then waved the rein, and the horse immediately lifted it up, and galloped behind Hong Yi and Wang Fan in a few strokes.

"Step aside!"

Hong Gui and Rong Pan waved their horsewhips together, striking towards Hong Yi and Wang Fan respectively, and whipped them down fiercely.

"Hey..." Hong Yi and Wang Fan swayed slightly, but they ducked over in an instant.

Boom!

Hong Gui and Rong Pan lost ground at once, and for some reason, after the two horses charged forward for more than ten steps, they suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, throwing them out and flipping over. After a few somersaults, he fell to the ground bleeding.

This change is too fast, it is difficult for people to reflect.

A group of guards led by Hong Gui and Rong Pan immediately surrounded Wang Fan and Hong Yi, preventing them from leaving.

Some of them are even more eager to move, as if they want to do it.

(End of this chapter)