Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 206 True Qi Circulation - Bone and Flesh Reconstruction!

"cough!"

Mo Yu coughed twice, clutching his chest, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Struggling to pry himself out of the cliff face, loose rocks tumbled down and thudded into the grass at his feet.

A once pristine dark-colored Taoist robe was now a tattered rag, hanging precariously on his body. He casually ripped it off and tossed it aside.

Outside the painting, Yingge was squatting on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the two blurry figures fighting fiercely in the mural.

Suddenly, a dark, blurry object flew out of the painting and slapped her face.

She screamed in fright, instinctively jumped back, and curled up in a corner.

Once she calmed down and looked closely, she realized that it was a shredded piece of Mo Yu's Taoist robe.

"Oh no, is Master going to lose?" Parrot held the strip of cloth, its eyes wide, and muttered to itself.

The thought that her master's "invincible" myth might be shattered by that old man made her...
She couldn't help but get excited!
Yingge bit her lower lip, secretly rubbed her hands together, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the two figures on the mural in the distance.

Within the realm of painting, Mo Yu had no interest in Ying Ge's petty actions.

He looked down at his left palm, the pain of his shattered metacarpal bones surging like a tide, but to him it was nothing more than an adrenaline stimulant.

What truly troubled him was that this injury was not something that could be healed instantly by the Nine Yin Healing Chapter, unless one reached the second level of the Reverse Life Realm!

"Is this the test you gave me?"

Mo Yu gazed into the distance, looking at the old Celestial Master who stood still, quietly watching him. A smile crept onto his lips: "Ha~ Hahahaha, Reverse Life True Qi, you'll have to turn into a tooth!"

He suddenly gripped his injured left palm with his right hand and instantly refined it!

"True Qi Circulation, Bone and Flesh Reconstituted!!"

The shattered bones were transformed into a cloud under the refinement of the Reverse Life True Qi, and then rapidly reconstructed under the guidance of his strong spiritual will.

The subtle sounds of flesh writhing and bones reforming echoed across the silent mountaintop.

In less than three breaths, his left palm had fully recovered!

Even more shocking is that his cultivation level is still stuck at the first level of Reverse Life!
Mo Yu looked down at his reshaped left palm, a flash of understanding in his eyes, and murmured softly:

"I see. Flesh and blood, bones and tendons, are not essentially different. They can all be refined when you reach the first level of Reverse Life."

However, he was able to achieve this not because he was smarter than many of the predecessors of the Sanyi Sect, but because he stood on the shoulders of giants and used the methods of Feng Hou Qi Men · Seventy-two Marquises.

In terms of dispersing Qi, the Reverse Life Triple Technique is undoubtedly the most outstanding among the secret methods of the Xuanmen School;
However, when it comes to forming shapes, Feng Hou Qi Men, which can control all its own changes, is undoubtedly superior.

The real difference between the first and second stages of Reverse Rebirth lies not in the superficial level of skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, but in the complex and intricate human organs such as the five internal organs and six bowels.

Having realized this, Mo Yu slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually calming down.

The wind at the summit of the immortal mountain seemed to slow down, and in the distance, clouds and mist swirled, with the faint roar of a white tiger echoing in the distance.

However, a series of crackling sounds came from inside his body, as if something was quietly breaking down and reforming.

The power of the Heaven-Slaying Divine Blade on his right arm, which had originally shone with a metallic luster, began to dim gradually, and its light receded like the tide.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour—

Time passed silently, the grass and trees on the mountaintop swayed gently, and sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting dappled shadows.

Finally, Mo Yu opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing deep within them.

At this moment, the color of his arms had completely blended together, and the power of the Divine Edge had been integrated into his limbs and bones.

His entire being resembled a peerless blade, forged and reforged through fire. He raised both hands, grasped them in mid-air, and uttered a low shout:
"Hell's Sword!"

In an instant, his palms transformed into two three-foot-long, gleaming white sword beams. The sword blades faintly emitted a chilling, eerie light, exuding a terrifying sharpness that seemed capable of severing everything in the world, both tangible and intangible.

The next instant, Mo Yu's figure vanished. "Swoosh—"

The wind was torn apart, leaving a thin sword mark on the ground. Grass blades were crushed into powder by the sword energy and scattered in all directions.

Mo Yu pressed forward to Zhang Zhiwei's side!
Before the sword was even drawn, an even sharper sword aura erupted, like an invisible storm, rushing straight towards the foot-thick layer of blazing golden light surrounding the old master.

"boom!"

The golden flames trembled violently under the impact of the sword energy, and were instantly shattered into pieces, turning into a shower of golden rain that scattered in all directions.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that countless fragments of golden light are still entangled with the sword energy, stubbornly resisting as if they were alive.

This scene would be considered mythical and unbelievable by anyone in the world of supernatural beings!

How can one control true qi to such a degree after it leaves the body?
Zhang Zhiwei stood still, slightly tilting his head, gazing at the golden rain falling from the sky, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Sword flash!"

Mo Yu's low roar suddenly exploded, and he swung his arms out, unleashing two beams of icy white sword light at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, creating shockwaves in the air.

Zhang Zhiwei transformed his hands into qi and swung them out fiercely, like two golden hammers, striking the spine of the sword with perfect accuracy.

"boom!"

A tremendous force erupted, accompanied by a crisp crack! The blade shattered, scattering fragments that reflected a blinding light in the sunlight.

Divine weapons? In the end, they are not truly indestructible.

Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

'Force Field Rotation - Heavenly Demon Control!'

Pulled by an invisible force field, the shattered sword fragments suddenly changed direction and pierced Zhang Zhiwei's body from all directions.

At the same time, the broken swords that his hands had transformed into once again thrust out, their sword energy fierce, aiming straight for the vital points around the old master's body.

While the old celestial master was able to block the fatal blow, his protective golden light could not simultaneously cope with the attacks of shattered swords from all directions.

Unsurprisingly.

Zhang Zhiwei met the two broken swords with both hands. The golden hammer and the white sword light collided again, creating a piercing metallic vibration.

But just as the shattered sword tore through the golden light and was about to pierce his body—

"Fuck!"

Blue and white lightning flashed, like thick lightning snakes shooting out from the void, attracted by the metallic sword blade, and the lightning intensified.

The power of thunder swept through instantly. Although the shattered sword was not annihilated, it lost its force field control and fell to the ground with a clang, creating a fine cloud of dust.

"Thunder Magic."

Mo Yu's mind went blank, and her lips twitched.

He had just been so focused on how to break through the old master's protective golden light and how to deal with those fists and feet that he had already exhausted all his mental processing power.

But I forgot something very important.

The Celestial Master's Mansion's true specialty is its thunder magic!

The pressure Zhang Zhiwei exerted was simply too strong!
The existence of the Old Celestial Master is like an insurmountable mountain.

He had a smile on his lips, as if to say: "Good job, young man."

But being able to shatter this protective golden light is merely the threshold for witnessing my thunder magic.

(End of this chapter)