The strength of supernatural power depends on the level, Taoist fruit, and the second, it depends on the master of supernatural power.

Once upon a time, when Yang Yu saw this sentence, he didn't care.

Until he refined the "Empty Valley Stone" into his palm, Yang Yu suddenly had a deeper understanding of magical powers.

Is the refining of the body really just to give the flesh and blood body the sharpness of gold and iron? Is it tough?

Or, the real use of this magical power is to absorb strange stones, divine gold, etc.?

This principle also applies to the hollow valley stone.

Can empty valley stone be stored only?

It was this thinking that touched Yang Yu, and the subsequent collisions also verified his thoughts.

It is not only to absorb the force of fist to achieve the effect of releasing force, but also to bombard it with your own fist and palm after a short period of accumulation.

Borrow the strength!

Boom!

As the sound moves, the fist prints press down horizontally, just like an ancient immortal god, breaking through the gate of the river of heaven, causing the nine heavens to fall and destroy the world.

The power of Yu Liang, Zhao Jinglong, and even the forces watching the battle from afar were shocked.

"This, this..."

The lightning on Yu Liang's body was extinguished, and a terrible shock flashed in his eyes.

The moment of Yang Yu's power made him uncontrollably think of Wei Zhengxian who had bid farewell for several days.

So violent and overbearing, so unstoppable.

But this is obviously a young man who is still in the third level of blood exchange and is less than the one who is in the twentieth crown.

Buzz!

The airflow was stagnant, just like a substantial air wall being penetrated. The power of this attack was so powerful that even the airflow and wind in front of him could not bear it.

Yang Yu himself was even overwhelmed. His entire arm, from his fingertips to his shoulders, was bleeding, but his strength was too strong, making his muscles, bones, and blood vessels unable to carry it.

The puncher is already like this, what if he faces it directly?

"I can't catch this punch..."

The moment when the fist light burst out, Xiao Zhan's heart became enlightened.

After this thought flashed through his heart, his aura that was like a setting sun suddenly fell, and his ferocious and terrifying face became peaceful and calm.

This is the decision made by blood and fire, and it is the enlightenment and state of mind that is not afraid of life and death.

Even in the line of life and death, you can grasp the super courage of your heart in the midst of thoughts.

"I might die in this blow!"

The strong wind blew on his face, and the fist rays broke through the air. As fast as lightning, Yang Yu suddenly read Xiao Zhan's thoughts.

"But you can't live!"

Blood and tears flow out of one eye.

More than one-eyed!

The seven orifices, wounds, flying hair, and even the pores everywhere in the body are bleeding!

The hot blood emits a strong smell of gunpowder like sulfur.

In such a terrifying state, Xiao Zhan was peaceful like Gao Gong, a monk sitting cross-legged in the blood sea of ​​corpse. His hands suddenly closed.

Faced with such almost terrifying fist power, he even let go of the military situation and turned around and formed a strange body seal.

The shouts of killing that night were almost unsuccessful, which made the residents of Tianlang Pass, from uproar to fear, to silence, everyone was in danger.

But Yang Yu no longer had the heart to pay attention to all this.

Room on the second floor of the inn.

Yang Yu was soaked in the hot pot bath that was not heated, until his skin turned red, and then he stood up.

The bronze mirror opposite reflects its delicate body with clear edges and no trace of fat.

His right arm was covered with slight wounds, and there were still some slight burns everywhere in his body. It was corroded by the poison of the old man from the hundred poisons.

On the left arm, there is a subtle golden thread that sometimes wriggles.

These are the scars left by his body after fighting one after another, but all of this is not worth mentioning compared to the mark that crossed his fingers and looked like a lotus after being cold.

What Xiao Zhan used seemed to be somewhat different from Liansheng's seal of self-sacrifice, but the result was similar.

This body-sacrificing seal, which looks like a lotus, is like a living thing, constantly melting the qi and blood in his body. Moreover, it is still expanding, as if it is about to melt the blood and energy of his body.

After the blood and qi, it is internal breath, and then it is blood, muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs and marrow...

"Fortunately, there is a solution."

After breathing a sigh of relief, Yang Yu sat back on the bathtub. Not long after, soldiers had arrived and delivered what he needed.

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Chapter completed!