Chapter 922: Pure Yang Power
The roar of evil spirits suddenly sounded between heaven and earth. The dark red sword aura across the sky was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, but it revealed a strange and ferocious power that made people tremble with fear.
The whisker was cut by the sword aura, and instantly broke into thousands of silver threads, like a large group of dandelions blown by the wind, flying all over the sky.
The sword aura continued to slash away.
Wei Zhe frowned, and the whisk was retracted. The silver threads that were cut off by the sword aura and drifted in all directions gathered again and continued to return to the whisk, coiling like a white python, resisting the sword aura that was cut.
The silver threads burst again, and the dark red sword aura approached inch by inch, cutting off layer after layer of whisker.
It seemed that snow fell in the sky, and the silver threads fell with the wind, which had a special beauty.
Although the sword Li Guanhai slashed was powerful, Wei Zhe's defensive measures with the whisk were not weak either. The hairs were stacked one after another, as if there were thousands of layers, and they could not be cut off or killed.
Moreover, each hair was injected with feminine power to dissolve the power of the sword.
One or two layers would be useless, and the sword could be destroyed in an instant, but what if there were a hundred or a thousand layers?
Although the power of the sword was strong, it would eventually be exhausted. The momentum was consumed and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally dissipated after cutting through an unknown number of layers of hair.
However, this scene fell into the eyes of the mysterious old man of the royal family who was watching the battle not far away, and it caused a storm in his heart.
Li Guanhai's sword seemed to have caused no damage, but in fact Wei Zhe had spent a lot of effort to offset the power of this move.
He had to treat it so carefully with just one sword. God knows how many powerful means this young man who came out of nowhere has not yet used.
The mysterious old man of the royal family looked stern, and his eyes, seemingly turbid but actually full of spirit, stared at Li Guanhai, who was holding a murderous knife. His murderous intent towards him even exceeded that of the owner of the Qingyi Building.
At this time, Wei Zhe shouted in a low voice, and with a flick of his whisk, the broken silver threads that had long gone with the wind were guided and flew back, like steel needles, stabbing towards Li Guanhai.
Thousands of silver threads passed through the sky, and in a trance, they were like silk-like spring rain, dense and pattering, like smoke and tides.
Li Guanhai held up his body-protecting true qi, and countless silver threads like steel needles pierced his body-protecting true qi and bounced off, making a dense "ding-dang-dang" sound like a torrential rain.
His magic power was as profound as the sea, and extremely powerful. The body-protecting true qi he held up was naturally indestructible. It was simply a fantasy for ordinary steel needles to pierce through it.
But Wei Zhe is, after all, a top-notch warrior who has reached the level of the Hedao Realm in the upper realm, and his whisk is his own magic weapon. How can it be compared to ordinary magic weapons?
Thousands of silver threads like steel needles are filled with his magic power.
Wei Zhe's magic power is feminine, and in the feminine, it has a bit of evil nature, chilling and corrosive.
Although the silver threads failed to penetrate the body-protecting true qi, the feminine magic power contained in them remained on the body-protecting true qi and began to corrode silently.
The magic power contained in thousands of silver threads is also extremely huge. The corrosive power is stacked layer by layer, which actually makes Li Guanhai's body-protecting true qi show signs of disintegration and melting, and it becomes less condensed.
Li Guanhai noticed it and immediately recited the mantra silently. A ball of golden light surged from the sea of qi, wandering through the eight extraordinary meridians and filling the acupoints all over the body.
The originally dim body-protecting Qi suddenly turned golden, as bright and hot as the sun, burning away all the evil spirits!
The silver threads that were constantly shooting from all directions were melted by the golden Qi surrounding them before they touched the body-protecting barrier.
This is the first level of the "Thunder Sound Demon Subduing Classic" mental method. It is extremely exquisite. When practicing, it can turn one's own magic power and Qi into pure Yang, which is extremely strong and fierce, blocking demons and killing evil, and is invulnerable to all ghosts.
Vajra is a metaphor for the secret wisdom of Tathagata. The body of Prajna is all made of Vajra, which cannot be broken by all things. This wisdom is also.
This is a Buddhist text in Volume 12 of the "Great Sun Sutra". Li Guanhai did not understand what it meant. He only knew that the function of the first level of the "Thunder Sound Demon Subduing Classic" mental method is to turn magic power into pure Yang, which can defend against enemies and protect the body. The pure Yang power flows through the eight extraordinary meridians, and the body is like Vajra, which is difficult to be injured by swords and knives. All demons and evil spirits cannot get close to the body.
And this first level of mental method also has a matching defensive magical power. The two complement each other, and the power can be increased several times when used at the same time.
It's a pity that Li Guanhai has not had time to practice the defensive magical power, and he has only comprehended the first level of the mental method.
The first level of mental method alone is so powerful. If he can learn the defensive magical power, wouldn't he be able to reach the sky?
This made him look forward to it in his heart, and he was even a little impatient. He really wanted to find a quiet place to study the defensive magical power that cooperates with the first level of mental method.
Wei Zhe saw that he couldn't do anything to him, and gently uttered a word: "Collect."
All the silver threads flew back, like a giant python flying through the air, with a whistling sound in the wind.
Li Guanhai was bathed in the sacred golden light, but the fierce knife in his hand exuded a dark red evil aura. This inconsistent and conflicting image made him look like a god and a demon, and the sense of oppression was extremely strong.
He turned his head and looked in another direction, where Xiahou Aoxue and You Jing were also fighting fiercely, with rumbling sounds.
He was still quite confident in his wife's strength and was not too worried.
He turned his head and looked at the battle circle where Bai Zheng and Qingyi Louzhu were fighting fiercely. The two top masters with cultivation levels equivalent to Xuanshen were fighting in a group at this moment, going up to the sky and into the earth. The power generated by each fight would make the loss of the palace more serious.
There is no way. When their cultivation reaches their level, the power of mountains collapsing and earth splitting can be achieved with just a wave of their hands and feet. If it is normal, they can restrain themselves, but now it is a fight of life and death. If they hold back, they may die.
Just watching the battle in the distance, Li Guanhai suddenly felt a gaze locked on him. He turned his head and grinned at the mysterious old man of the royal family: "Are you finally going to make a move?"
The mysterious old man of the royal family said coldly: "You are indeed very strong, stronger than I imagined, but you have no chance of winning in a two-on-one battle."
"You can't tell whether you have a chance of winning or not with your mouth."
The space rune on Li Guanhai's palm flashed, and he suddenly appeared beside the old man of the royal family. His three fingers formed claws, and the hot golden mana condensed into a ferocious dragon head, opening its bloody mouth and biting his head.
The old man of the royal family was prepared. He stretched out his right hand like lightning, and his flesh palm grabbed his wrist regardless of the hot mana, and suddenly exerted force!
Li Guanhai changed his gesture, and the ferocious dragon head formed by the power of magic retracted into his palm. The pure Yang power filled his whole arm, as solid as a diamond. No matter how the old man of the royal family exerted his strength, he could not hurt it.
"What a powerful body-protecting true qi."
The old man of the royal family shouted, and the power was injected into his palm. Five steel-cast iron fingers tightly grasped his wrist, and tried to crush it with more and more force.
The two began to wrestle, and it was difficult to tell who was better for a while, and they were deadlocked together.
Li Guanhai was amazed at the powerful power and profound cultivation of this old man of the royal family. Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his waist. He looked down and found that Wei Zhe's whisk had been wrapped around his body without knowing when, twisting like a python.
