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

Chapter 207 Mo Yu was beaten and cried (sad)

Before Mo Yu could catch his breath and gather the strength for his next attack, the Old Celestial Master had already made his move.

He raised his hand and pointed, and suddenly his body was filled with intense lightning, with blue and white lightning surging like boiling water.

A dozen thick electric snakes snaked out, flicking their tongues as they stabbed towards Mo Yu.

Lightning pierced the sky!

The speed was too fast and the area too wide, almost blocking all escape routes.

Can't escape!

You absolutely cannot hide!

"Blade Rolls Through the Clouds!" Mo Yu gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

With a sudden swing of his broken sword, the pale white sword light danced in the air, leaving afterimages, and the soaring sword energy surged out like rolling clouds.

Transforming into waves of vacuum, they directly clashed with the onrushing electric snakes.

Lightning, formed by thunder magic, is an excellent conductor of both life energy and metal.

Taiyi True Qi can indeed shatter the magical structure of thunder magic, dismantling it into the most primordial Qi.

But don't forget, this process isn't without its costs.
"Chucky!"

The sword energy sliced ​​through the electric snake, and lightning sparks flew everywhere, transforming into countless tiny sparks of electricity.

Though shattered, it did not dissipate, falling upon Mo Yu like a sudden rain.

Drops of lightning collided and annihilated with the sword energy on his body, producing a slight cracking sound. His true energy was rapidly consumed in this confrontation!
"Fuck!"

The complete Five Thunder Technique, encompassing both Yin and Yang, suddenly erupted, causing the rapidly flowing true Qi on Mo Yu's body to abruptly halt.

Countless tiny arcs of electricity rippled outwards, hair stood on end all over the body, muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and pain and numbness surged in like a tidal wave.

"Certainly!"

Mo Yu let out a low roar, forcefully breaking free from the control of the electromagnetic field. He suddenly planted his legs in a horse stance and slammed his right fist into his left palm.

The pale white true qi emanating from his body, under the powerful pull of his spiritual will, flowed back, as if a blurry humanoid phantom had returned to his body.

But just then, Zhang Zhiwei's fist arrived!

The fist was not clenched when it was thrown; air flowed through the gaps between the fingers, carrying an eerie gentleness.

But as the fist approached Mo Yu's chest, the old master suddenly tightened his five fingers!
The airflow was suddenly compressed, creating a sound like thunder.

The earthquake shook the vegetation on the mountaintop, and was so terrifying that it shattered one's spirit and courage!
How could Zhang Zhiwei, who emerged from the most vigorous era of the development of Chinese martial arts, be unfamiliar with martial arts techniques?

He is not only a master of supernatural powers, but also a grandmaster of martial arts!

Mo Yu's pupils contracted sharply, leaving him no time to react effectively. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his internal energy surged—

"Golden Bell!"

In an instant, a layer of pale golden Qi rose from his body, like the phantom of an ancient bell enveloping his entire body, with faint, intricate runes visible flowing on the bell's surface.

This is the result of his painstaking research: the Nine Yin version of the Golden Bell Cover combines the Golden Light Mantra with the Taiyi Battle Technique and the Reverse Life True Qi, abandoning all fancy functions and focusing on defense!

Its defensive power is ten times, or even nine times, stronger than the original Golden Bell Shield!
But against the old master's fist, the carefully constructed defense was useless and easily penetrated.

His iron fist ignored all obstacles and went straight through the pale golden aura shield. The force of his fist did not even cause a ripple, and it slammed hard into Mo Yu's crossed arms.

"boom!!"

Another loud bang reverberated across the mountaintop.

Mo Yu felt the cracking sound of bones breaking in his arms, the "crack" was clearly audible, his eyeballs bulged out, and before his saliva could even drip down, it was evaporated into a wisp of white smoke by the electric light.

Even though he had exerted all his strength to unleash the power of the Thousand-Pound Drop Technique, and his feet were firmly planted like a mountain, the terrifying force coming from his chest still sent his thousand-pound body flying.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning shot into the sky from the iron fist embedded in the old master's body, and blazing plasma flooded his entire body like a torrent.

Outside the painting's boundaries, Yingge stared wide-eyed at the two-dimensional mural.

In the painting, Mo Yu's figure was blasted to his knees by the old man's punch, with lightning flashing everywhere, creating an extremely tragic scene.

That's it, the master was beaten to his knees by that old man, probably to the point of being forced to do something.
Within the realm of painting, Mo Yu no longer felt the passage of time.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it fucking hurts!

Every muscle, every cell, felt as if it had been mercilessly pierced and burned by lightning, with electric currents like thousands of fine needles darting around inside the body, bringing excruciating pain.

He opened his mouth silently, his body immersed in the sea of ​​plasma, long since out of control. His muscles spasmed like a puppet with its strings cut, and snot and tears flowed uncontrollably from his distorted face, evaporating in the lightning along with the blood.

shame!

What a disgrace!

It wasn't because of his disheveled appearance.

But how could a martial artist, a cultivator, have fallen so low as to let his body completely lose control?!
This was even more unacceptable to him than losing to the Old Master.

He can lose, he can even die!

But one must never tolerate one's body betraying one's will!

Absolutely not allowed!
"Your body, you fucking control your mouth!"

Mo Yu roared inwardly, though the sound did not come out, it was like a thunderclap in his mind.

A powerful surge of intent stirred up invisible ripples, causing the entire world within the painting to tremble.

Crane, white tiger, and shattered sword at the feet of the old celestial master.

Even the swirling clouds and the sacred mountain beneath our feet.

All of it transformed into strands of true qi, surging into his body!
His hands were still trembling, crackling with electricity, but driven by an indomitable will, his scorched arms slowly rose, eliciting even stronger flashes of electricity.

Like a thunderbolt prison, like a tooth-grinding jail!
The more you struggle, the tighter the electric grid binds you, and the more intense the electric current strikes you become.

But, so what?

Mo Yu straightened his back, trembling, and forcefully pulled one of his kneeling legs out.

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Zhang Zhiwei's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and pointed, white and blue arcs of electricity dancing at his fingertips. "Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed across the sky, as heavy, dark clouds, which had gathered seemingly out of nowhere, churned and roared, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, as if in divine punishment.

Mo Yu braced himself against his knees and forced himself to stand up.

He had just gotten halfway up when a purple bolt of lightning ripped through the sky and struck him hard.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the skin was torn open and the flesh was charred black.

The electric grid on his body was replenished, and the magnetic force increased sharply, turning into more electric chains that tightly bound him, then suddenly contracted, pulling him toward the ground.

Mo Yu swayed and almost knelt down again.

'Just fall down, you'll be alright if you fall down.'

'So what if he lost to the Old Celestial Master? It's not like he's never lost before. Wasn't he knocked unconscious last time?'

'Compared to last time, this performance was already very good; there's been significant improvement. There's no need to push it any further.'

'Wait a little longer, wait until the heroes obtain the Nine Yang Divine Skill, wait until the War God Church in the world of Killing Sister grows stronger, wait a few more years to cultivate, wait.'

"Wait a minute."

Mo Yu slapped his forehead hard, clearing his jumbled thoughts and reigniting a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Ten thousand years is too long, I will seize the day!"

The other kneeling leg also suddenly pushed itself up.

"Crack!"

The heavens seemed to be angered by his actions, and another bolt of lightning crashed down.

Mo Yu staggered from the blow, her waist bent even lower, her legs trembled, and she held onto her knees with both hands, managing to stay upright.

"Boom!"

Thunder followed, his eardrums rang, and his mind went blank, but Mo Yu swayed and did not fall down.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"
A series of lightning bolts struck down.

Thunderous booms resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Mo Yu's vision gradually blurred. His clothes and even his hair had long been burned to ashes. His whole body was charred black, and there was not a single patch of intact skin.

Flesh and blood peeled away, and chunks of blood scabs the size of knuckles piled up at his feet, forming a small mountain—a horrifying sight.

Activate your profound power again!

True Qi surged in from all directions, pouring into his broken body.

Broken bones are reconnected, and flesh and blood regenerate!
The world of painting at this moment is no longer the real thing it once was; the clouds and mist are thin, the mountains and rocks are illusory, as if they may collapse at any moment.

But Mo Yu didn't care at all, or rather, his mind was now filled with nothing but the obsession to "stand up."

Gradually, his senses became somewhat numb.

It's not that the pain disappeared, but rather that the body gradually adapted to this terrifying intensity through repeated baptisms of thunder.

The tearing sensation of the electric current piercing his flesh remained, but it could no longer shake his will.

The flesh and bones became stronger under the tempering of lightning, and the divine will became more resilient amidst the roar of thunder.

Iron is forged through countless hammer blows and refined through a hundred temperings!
Mo Yu raised her head and looked directly at the rolling dark clouds overhead.

Another bolt of purple lightning struck down, slamming into his shoulder.

His flesh tore open, and smoke billowed, but he remained motionless, enduring the blow head-on.

Take a deep breath, slowly exert force with your legs, and your trembling knees straighten little by little.

He stood up, his back ramrod straight.

Lightning crackled around him, arcs of electricity coiling like snakes, but it could no longer crush him.

Gazing at Zhang Zhiwei in the distance, his eyes pierced through the thunder and rain, as if seeing for the first time something truly high up—as high as the sky!
"I see……"

Mo Yu murmured softly, his voice hoarse yet carrying a hint of understanding, "Is this the pinnacle?"

This is like an exam paper. Some people can get a perfect score because they have the ability to do so; while others get a perfect score simply because the paper itself is perfect.

Just like iron has a melting point and water has a fixed boiling point.

Extraordinary energy also has a threshold!
The Realm of Returning to Light connects the inner and outer worlds, allowing one to control the power of nature to a certain extent.

However, this control is not boundless; it is ultimately limited by the support of one's own true qi.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is like a lever, and true qi is the fulcrum. The amount of force that can be leveraged depends on the strength of the fulcrum.

More importantly, the activity level of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is also a threshold.

Highly active spiritual energy is like flowing water, easily drawn in; lowly active spiritual energy is like a stubborn rock, extremely difficult to mobilize.

This is the constraint of the world.

The destructive power that the same person can unleash in the Dharma-ending Age is vastly different from the destructive power that can be unleashed in the Super-Demonic Age.

Zhang Zhiwei, the Heavenly Daoist, is an existence bound by this world.

The rules of this world allow an alien to unleash a certain level of power; this upper limit is their normal level.

He stands at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, not because he has exhausted himself, but because the 'exam paper' of this world only has one hundred points.

Having undergone the tempering of lightning magic, Mo Yu's essence, energy, and spirit burned like raging flames, and his physical body and will were sublimated to the extreme, finally touching the edge of this 'heavenly limit'.

Zhang Zhiwei's realm was undoubtedly higher, but under this world, he could not break through that invisible threshold and unleash even stronger power.

(End of this chapter)