Starting from Xiaoao Jianghu to push martial arts horizontally

No matter how trained the human body is, it is impossible to be faster than lightning, so as long as it is locked, it is a sure blow.

If Luo Qingyang still had the power of heaven, it wouldn't be a big problem to carry it down, but now that he doesn't have the power of heaven, even if he has practiced Jiqing swordsmanship, he will have to lose his skin when facing Immortal.

The most important thing is that Tian Hao threw out this move with ease, basically without any consumption, and the power of the thunder he used was not his own power.

Facing such a style of play that does not emphasize martial ethics, who can withstand it?

"Master!"

Holding the wrist of the big bastard master and shaking it, Sikong Qianluo had a small expression of pleading and longing.

She must learn this trick!

"Play while you play!"

Pushing the girl aside without hesitation, Tian Hao was in no mood to waste time on her.

Moreover, the power of the sky thunder is extremely difficult to control, especially the power of the quadruple sky thunder, which can be gathered into a ball, but it needs to be condensed into a spear shape and shot at lightning speed, which requires a strong spear intent to guide and shape it.

Even Tian Hao can only rely on the Dragon Vein Martial Intent to complete it now, how many years has Sikong Qianluo wanted to cultivate the Spear Intent to this level!

It is not advisable to be distracted and delay your own practice.

"Master Wangyou, are you ready?"

His eyes fell on the relic held in Wuxin's hand, Tian Hao had already sensed that Wangyou's spirit had awakened.

At the beginning, he didn't pay much attention to the matter of Wangyou, and handed it over to Wuxin Wuchan and Wang Rensun. When he rolled the rocks on the mountain, Wang Rensun led a group of monks from Dafanyin Temple to complete the ritual.

"Why should the benefactor embarrass the poor monk?"

The spirit of Wangyou appeared, and sighed.

He didn't expect that he was dead and had to be watched.

Even before he regained consciousness, Aitu Wuxin forced him to die, which made him helpless.

"The road ahead is very difficult. They have not yet grown up in Wuxin. We need to stand in front of them and protect them from growing up."

Tian Hao flickered seriously, believing that Master Wangyou would definitely not refuse this reason.

Sure enough, Wangyou nodded after being silent for a while, accepting to live another life.

He may not think about himself, but he must think about Wuxin and Wuzen, especially Wuxin.

Although I don't know what that person is going to do, but it must be a great event, and it must be accompanied by great dangers. I'd better hold on to this old bone for another life!

"Master, don't resist, I will seal up your memory in this life, and after you reach the current level in the next life, the seal will be released on your own."

With a reminder, Tian Haoshen pointed at the brows of Wangyou's soul, and blocked Wangyou's soul memory with his spiritual power.

Wangyou didn't resist, and even cooperated with the power of the soul, and soon his own memory was slowly sealed, and even the soul itself was guided to condense into a soul seed.

"Is she the one you chose?"

Turning his eyes to the woman who was brought up by Wuchan, Tian Hao understood that this was the reincarnated mother chosen by Wuxin Wuchan for Wangyou.

"Holy Monk, please save my child!"

Seeing Tian Hao's eyes, the woman hurriedly knelt down to worship and begged, she could not live without a child in her womb.

"The benefactor, please get up!"

Using mental power to lift the kneeling woman up, Tian Hao looked at Wu Xin.

"Master asked us to search for suitable candidates nearby, and we finally found this female benefactor.

His husband was killed by horse thieves on his way to Beili for business half a year ago. The female benefactor only learned about it some time ago. She was overly sad and her fetus was gassy. Now the fetus in her womb has become stillborn. Even Senior Sister Han can only maintain the vitality of the fetus. , and cannot be revived.

We discussed with the female benefactor, and she agreed to allow the old monk's soul to fuse with the fetus in his womb, giving vitality to the fetus, and allowing the old monk to live another life. "

Wuxin opened his mouth to explain that this was what the master ordered before, and they were also trying their best to find it, and even borrowed the information network of the Dafanyin Temple.

It just so happened that this woman sought medical treatment everywhere because of the fetus in her womb. After hearing about it, they rushed over and finally confirmed that the fetus in her womb had turned into a stillborn fetus. .

And this woman, because her husband often went to Beili to do business, and even followed her husband to Beili before she was pregnant, so she understands Beili's words, which is also convenient for them, otherwise communication would be a problem.

"Since this is the case, I will give your child consciousness. Although Wangyou was not your child before, his memory has been sealed, and his consciousness is blank now. If he merges with your child, he is your child."

Nodding clearly, Tian Hao stretched out his finger on the woman's high swollen belly, and integrated the soul-seed of Wangyou into the stillborn brain inside.

The fetus in her womb is already nine and a half months old, but unfortunately, her brain has lost consciousness. Even with Han Qianluo's energy of life, it is still difficult to restore the collapsed consciousness, and now she is a living dead.

To bring this fetus back to life, one can only inject a burst of consciousness into it.

In fact, seriously speaking, this can be regarded as a kind of loss.

"Take her down to rest, and her baby will be born in half a month."

Withdrawing his finger, Tian Hao signaled Wu Chan to take him down to recuperate.

"Thank you holy monk!"

The woman thanked her gratefully. Although her poor child's consciousness could not be recovered, but fortunately, her body was preserved and she could continue the bloodline for her husband.

Not to mention that these holy monks have avenged their husbands by exterminating those horse thieves on the business road.

"This is the end?"

Mu Yumo looked at the woman who was being carried down by Wu Chan, and really did not expect that the so-called reincarnation was so simple.

She also thought that there would be a big scene where the legendary six reincarnations of the underworld would appear, open the ghost land of the underworld, and fight for life with the mythical and legendary King of Hades!

"What do you want?"

Looking sideways, Tian Hao felt that the aunt might have misunderstood something.

This is the world of martial arts, not the world of fantasy and fairy tales.

His so-called reincarnation is like the reincarnation of the sword sage Long Er in Fengyun.

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(Tian: By the way, who else is worthy of reincarnation? Zhao Yuzhen might be a good choice.)

Chapter 1150

"It's just making a Buddha statue, what are you doing under the covers? Could it be that you have done some shady things?"

Turning his wonderful eyes, Mu Yumo was sure that Tian Hao must have done something shameful, otherwise there was no need to use the phantom array to cover it up.

"Snapped!"

"No big or small!"

With a slap across the face, Tian Hao naturally wouldn't explain his previous hard experience.

There is a saying that one minute of pretense on stage and ten years of hard work off stage, although this Black Buddha Mountain is shocking, it has to be built by him bit by bit.

Is he going to show others the painful construction process, including using Shenlong as a crane to move stones?

If you really want to do that, you can't even wear the surface low!

And the auntie has been presumptuous during this period, as if she has forgotten her identity as a prisoner, so she needs to have a longer memory, otherwise she will not be able to go to the house to expose the tiles in the future?

"Go to hell!"

After being slapped, Mu Yumo's fair and pretty face instantly turned red like blood, and he slapped someone bitterly with the Frost Mysterious Palm, freezing someone into a lump of ice.

As long as you still have the face to say that no one is big or small, you are called my old lady and aunt, and you are still doing things, why don't you die!

With a slap, he ran away in a hurry.

She didn't want to be caught and whipped by that bastard. Last time in the beauty village, she was whipped in front of Tiannurui and the others because of a little resistance.

Lost people!

"Big bastard!"

On the other side, Sikong Qian, who didn't get marksmanship, pouted in frustration, cursing a certain bastard master.

You're so stingy, so stingy!

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't give it to us. Dad will teach you the strongest marksmanship later!"

Sikong Changfeng comforted him, he didn't have much time, and it was time to pass on all his inheritance.

"Father, those marksmanship skills of yours have long been outdated. You were shocked by the shot of the big bastard master just now, and you have the nerve to say that you are the strongest!"

Sikong Qianluo gave a contemptuous look unabashedly, the way you just made me, a daughter, feel ashamed.

"Thousands of falls..."

Clutching his heart, Sikong Changfeng was full of resentment, feeling that his heart had been stabbed with a sword, which hurt more than Su Muyu's sword, but he couldn't refute it.

His gun skills belong to the skill level, but that guy's gun skills are brute force, um, plus speed.

The most important thing is that it has borrowed external force. The power of that shot is all derived from the power of the sky thunder, not its own power.

Facing that shot was like resisting the punishment of heaven and thunder, and it was still at the fourth level.

What can he do?

"Xiao Lian, I've been injured, you don't ask me now, it's been a waste of hurting you for so many years!"

Seeing the young couple Tang Lian following up, Sikong Changfeng was very upset.

That heartless girl just doesn't care. When did you Tang Lian become so heartless?

"It's just a small injury, what can I ask?"

Sikong Qian fell back, not taking his father's injury to heart.

After experiencing the power of the martial arts taught by the big bastard master, she has a new understanding of human life and death.

Although the heart is vital, it is not the heart itself that is fatal, but the broken blood circulation.

Even if she lost her heart now, she can still use her skills to drive the blood to continue to circulate, so the heart is no longer a serious problem for her.

Not to mention that it can still be transplanted, and even the big bastard master can help people reincarnate and reborn, and the definition of life and death has long been blurred.

In comparison, my father's injury was indeed a minor injury, a flesh injury.

"Qianluo, you..."

Covering his heart again, Sikong Changfeng's heart ached.

Look, look, is this what a daughter should say?

"Third Master, who hurt you?"

Tang Lian wondered who had the ability to hurt the third master. Although the strength of the third master was not as good as that of the master and the second master, he was not weak, and his lightness kung fu was outstanding, and he was very famous in the whole world.

He couldn't figure out who could hurt the third master, even Gu Jianxian in his heyday could not pierce the third master's heart.

Who on earth is it?

"That's right, who hurt you daddy? My daughter avenged you!"

Sikong Qianluo said bitterly that he wanted to avenge his father.

"It's the elder and umbrella ghost of Anhe, be careful when you go out from now on!"

Sighing gloomyly, Sikong Changfeng knew the meaning of An He's attack very well, and had obviously decided to start a war with them in Xueyue City.

This is not good, very bad!

Especially now that the elder brother is going to the fairy island in the East China Sea, he and Li Hanyi are the only ones left in Xueyue City, and now he is seriously injured and dying, leaving Li Hanyi alone.

"underground river!"

As soon as her complexion changed, Tang Lian was not an idiot. She naturally knew the strength of Anhe and the meaning of Anhe's attack.

"City Lord Sikong, please withdraw your kung fu and power of heaven from the arterial area!"

At this moment, Han Qianluo came over, and while speaking, pointed at the indiscernible wound on Sikong Changfeng's heart.

The pure power of life poured in to repair the sword wound on the heart muscle, which is the easiest to repair. After all, the heart is just a muscle, which is not much different from the muscles in other parts of the body. Qi cut off the heart.

Sikong Changfeng's heart was just cut off, not destroyed, so it only needed to be connected simply, and it would recover quickly afterwards.

"What a miraculous medical skill!"

Sensing that the heart pulse was being connected, Rao couldn't help but widen his eyes in Sikong Changfeng's state of mind.