The beautiful military advisor Lu Zhi.
This is a man who is more beautiful than a beauty. He has congenital defects and cannot live long.
He met Yang Wu and Xiao Hei, followed Yang Wu, and obtained the "Yin Yang Immortal Code" to practice, which is one of the supreme immortal arts.
When Yang Wu passed it on to him, he only hoped to strengthen his body and prolong his life, but his innate shortcomings could not be compensated for by immortal techniques.
Yang Wu obtained a large number of alchemy recipes from Xiao Hei, among which was the "Yin Yang Holy Pill" that could make up for Lu Zhi's yin and yang body defects.
To refine the Yin-Yang Holy Pill, you need not only a large amount of herbs, but also the Yin-Yang and the main medicine. The Yin-Yang is the marrow of Yin-Yang in front of Yang Wu, and the main medicine is the Yin-Yang Holy Flower.
Yang Wu could not find the existence of these two sacred objects in the Yang family or in the God of War City. Unexpectedly, he got them by chance in the Tiangong Tomb. It was really great luck, and Lu Zhiming should not have given up.
Just when Yang Wu was about to put away the two sacred objects, a shadow of fighting spirit appeared, and a voice rang out: "If you want to collect the sacred objects, you must fight me first."
A phantom appeared. He couldn't see clearly what it looked like. He only knew it was a human figure, looking tall and mighty, full of fighting spirit.
He is not a real living being, nor does he look like a powerful soul, nor does he look like a puppet creature. Instead, he looks like a force of will.
War Tomb War Spirit.
This is the strongest test in the battle tomb.
Zhan Ling fought as fast as he wanted, without giving Yang Wu any time to relax. The power of the world seemed to be under his control. A punch fell like the sunset over a long river, extremely domineering.
The attack of the war spirit is no less powerful than that of any half-saint creature, and its momentum far exceeds that of ordinary half-saints, reaching the top semi-saint realm.
Yin-Yang flowers, Yin-Yang bone marrow and other holy objects are not holy-level war spirit guardians, which is already very kind to Yang Wu.
Yang Wu faced the fight, also swung his long fist, and clashed with the fighting spirit.
boom!
Yang Wu did not hold back any force in his attack. When his fist came into contact with the opponent's attack, it was shattered by the opponent. His figure was shaken by the power of the fighting spirit and he retreated steadily, almost falling to the ground.
Nothing happened to the war spirit. It flew past like a shadow, and kept blasting Yang Wu with crazy punches.
The fighting spirit's boxing skills are very powerful, each punch carries a large amount of heaven and earth profound energy, and the fist moves are so powerful that any mountain hit by this punch will be turned into powder.
War Spirit's offensive was so fierce that Yang Wu didn't even have time to fight back. He could only use the "unloading defense" he had learned before. When these boxing skills fell on Yang Wu's Xuanwu armor, War Spirit's attack immediately He was in pieces and there was no way he could hurt Yang Wu anymore.
Yang Wu was invincible with this defensive strength, and he also had room to counterattack. He shouted in shock: "Since you are dead, please stop causing trouble."
Yang Wu exploded with all his strength, blasted out the God of War Fist, and faced the war spirit with the most powerful combat power.
"Hehe, even a dead person is stronger than a living person like you." War Spirit sneered and increased his attack power, attacking faster and harder. Ordinary half-saints are definitely not so fierce.
Yang Wu tried his best, but his strength was far inferior to others. He was beaten back time and time again by the opponent. If it weren't for his strong defense, he would have been turned into bloody dregs by this war spirit.
"The power is too strong. Only if I enter the realm of dragon transformation can I compete with him." Yang Wu thought to himself.
He was not discouraged, and even unleashed Zhenwu Boxing. He had just realized the real boxing, but he had not yet been able to unleash its true power.
Zhenwu Boxing contains the power of the sun and the moon, which can swallow mountains and rivers, destroy the world, and possess the supreme power of the emperor.
Yang Wu's martial arts will is integrated into Wushen Fist, and his true martial intention explodes with unparalleled power. The stronger the opponent he encounters, the stronger his will power will be.
Bang bang!
Yang Wu punched out one punch after another, as if he regarded the fighting spirit as his mortal enemy, and fought with all his strength. The mighty power of his dantian was continuously drawn out, and the surrounding profound energy of heaven and earth continued to condense on his fist. The fist is like the sun and the moon, and the power is like breaking the bamboo.
Every time Yang Wu and Zhan Ling met head-on, the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.
The first punch was forced back fifty feet by the war spirit.
The second punch was forced back forty-five feet by the war spirit.
The third punch was forced back forty feet by the war spirit.
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After exchanging ninety-nine punches in a row, Yang Wu finally equaled the strength of Zhan Ling. He did not take another step back under the blows between the two.
On the 100th punch, blood oozed from Yang Wu's fist, and his bones were exposed. It looked extremely tragic.
"Fight to the end!" Yang Wu had only one thought. He knew very well that only by defeating the fighting spirit in front of him could he obtain the Yin-Yang Sacred Flower and Yin-Yang Marrow. He did not want to break his trust with the beautiful military advisor. He could only win this battle and not lose.
At the 108th punch, the power gathered by Yang Wu boiled to the extreme. The profound energy in the meridians was like a river, and the stars in the acupoints were like stars. The arm of the savage god waved out, as if a mysterious force broke out of the water, and it rode the wind and waves to support it. , impacting the sky, even the sky was covered and shattered by it.
The war spirit realized that it was the last resort. Its fighting spirit was high and stirred up the fighting spirit contained in the battle tomb. It was as if heavenly soldiers and generals appeared. They looked down at the common people. Wherever their swords were directed, who in the world could rival them
The war spirit takes action, the Heavenly Palace is invincible!
Boom boom!
The world exploded with billowing air waves, countless bones were turned over, and many of them were turned into dust on the spot.
The commotion the two of them made was too great.
Yang Wu was pushed back again, his whole arm was dyed red, but he still swung straight forward without giving an inch.
The war spirit was beaten back for the first time, and its figure became illusory, leaving behind a sentence: "The holy object belongs to you."
The next moment, it disappeared between heaven and earth.
Yang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his almost useless arm and smiled bitterly: "Is this test really for all Tiangong disciples?"
Yang Wu adjusted his breathing, and his arm slowly recovered. He could finally collect the Yin-Yang Sacred Flower and Yin-Yang Bone Marrow with peace of mind.
After he finished all this, the environment here changed, and a huge stone tablet appeared in front of him. The stone tablet was like a sword, thrusting straight into the sky.
Yang Wu stood in front of this stone tablet, like an extremely insignificant creature.
"If you pass the test in the battle tomb, you will be able to see the Tiangong Sword Monument. You can have your name stamped on the monument and become an official disciple of Tiangong." Haoren's voice sounded faintly.
Yang Wu strode toward the sword stele with long strides. He asked his master who was standing there: "Master, what are the benefits of becoming a disciple of Tiangong?"
"Tiangong is invincible. Everyone is proud to be a disciple of Tiangong. What other benefits do you want?" Haoren said angrily.
"But the Heavenly Palace no longer exists." Yang Wu said.
boom!
Before Yang Wu could react, he was slapped away by Haoren.
Yang Wu's body hit the Tiangong sword monument hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted on the sword monument. His whole body was in pain.
"The Heavenly Palace is eternal." Haoren said coldly.
This time Yang Wu was also angry.
It was the other party who forcibly accepted him as his disciple. Now that the relationship between the two has been confirmed, he still has dignity when he treats him so cruelly. Regardless of his injury, he turned around and roared: "You might as well kill me. You This bullshit master has no humanity at all. He beats people whenever he disagrees with you. I wouldn’t care to be your disciple."
After saying that, Yang Wu closed his eyes, waiting for the other party to get angry and kill him. Anyway, he couldn't escape in front of the other party. He was just worried that the other party would kill Zi Yuyue.
"Haha, you have a bit of a temper. That's how you look. If a man doesn't have a temper, he's just like a loser and will never have any future." Haoren laughed, and then, regardless of whether Yang Wu wanted to or not, he controlled Yang Wu's fingers from a distance. , forcing Yang Wu to write a bloody name on the stone tablet.
"You devil!" Yang Wu couldn't help but cursed.
The word "Yang Wu" was imprinted on the sword stele, and the sword stele released an imperceptible glimmer.
Haoren pressed Yang Wu and knelt down and said quietly: "Yang Wu is the number one disciple of the 9999th generation of Tiangong. He will inherit the purpose of our Tiangong, carry forward the name of our Tiangong, be powerful all over the world, and dominate the realm. ."
Yang Wu felt extremely aggrieved. He had gold under his knees, so how could he kneel down as he asked
However, in the face of absolute strength, he had no choice but to curse: "You madman."
Haoren disapproved and said: "I will let you go if I inherit the purpose."
"I don't want to inherit. I don't want to be your disciple, and I don't want to be a disciple of Tiangong." Yang Wu said firmly.
"Then I'll kill your wife." Haoren said coldly.
Yang Wu immediately swore an oath: "I am willing to inherit the purpose of Tiangong, promote the name of Tiangong, be powerful all over the world, dominate the realm, and have no regrets."
Haoren let Yang Wu go and said with a satisfied smile: "That's pretty much it. From today on, you will be the 9999th generation disciple of my Tiangong, and also my only disciple, Haoren." After a pause, he said: "I will pass on what I have learned throughout my life to you. This is the greatest benefit I can give you."
Yang Wu nodded helplessly and did not speak. His heart was full of fire. If Zi Yuyue was not here, he would not admit his current identity even if he died.
"I know you are upset, but this is the first lesson I will teach you. The only person who can reason in this world is your own fist. If your fist is not strong enough, you can only be at the mercy of others. Any resistance you have will be in vain. ." Haoren said with his hands behind his back, and then he added: "When you become more than a teacher in the future, it doesn't matter if the teacher does whatever you want. You don't have this ability yet, so you'd better put this thought away and learn from me. The supreme secret of the Heavenly Palace, the 'Tian Xuan', is given to you."
After saying that, Haoren pointed at the center of Yang Wu's eyebrows, and a ray of memory inheritance power entered the Yang Wu Divine Court.
All the formulas of "Tian Xuan Jue" quickly appeared in Yang Wu's mind.
This is the supreme secret of the Heavenly Palace.
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