Chapter 742: The Transformation of the Way of Movement and Stillness

Zhang'e Yaozun held the magic spear in his hand, shining with golden light, and the brilliance was reflected thousands of miles away.

It is not easy for the Yao clan to refine tools with the things they shed, but once they grow up, they are first-class weapons, and they are often in the upper class among the same level.

This is why when the Yao clan and the human race fight, although there are not many high-level Yao clan members, it is not uncommon to fight ten or even one hundred at a time. In the backward system, the talents who grow up are actually better in terms of qualifications.

It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son, but once a poor family produces a noble son, he can reach the peak. This statement can be used as a footnote.

Since Zhang'e Yaozun even used this thing, it means that he really put his heart into it, and at the same time, Wu Yi's pressure also rose with it.

"If you don't use your divine body, don't blame my men for being ruthless!" After notifying Wu Yi with words that were half a reminder and half a threat, seeing that Wu Yi was still indifferent, Zhang'e Yaozun snorted coldly, turned into golden light, and pointed the tip of the spear, piercing through time and space, piercing straight into Wu Yi's eyes, as if it was intentional. Zhang'e Yaozun keenly sensed the threat of these eyes to him.

If he was really stabbed, Wu Yi's netherworld eyes might be abolished, and further, his purple mansion would perish and his soul would be scattered.

With the dazzling golden light emitted by the tip of the spear, others would often fall into a state of temporary blindness. During the battle, the situation changed rapidly. Many people were shot down by Zhang'e Yaozun in a blind state and reincarnated.

This move was useless to Wu Yi's Netherworld Eye, or it was not as useful as he imagined. Even if Wu Yi closed his eyes and relied on the Netherworld Eye to determine life and death, the magnificent vitality of Zhang'e Demon Venerable could not be ignored.

In Wu Yi's eyes, Zhang'e Demon Venerable's behavior was a straight line, and there was no break in this line. Unless one day, Zhang'e Demon Venerable could hide his vitality.

The tip of the gun was getting closer and closer. Although Wu Yi did not react much to the scorching golden light, it still had some impact on other bystanders. Even with the barrier of the sky, many people found that the tip of the gun was only a few inches away from Wu Yi's pupil when they opened their eyes again.

With a little force, Wu Yi's eyes would be useless.

However, the strange thing was that at this moment, Zhang'e Demon Venerable stopped, or the speed was infinitely slowed down, as if he deliberately let Wu Yi go. Is that right? Everyone was puzzled.

The answer was naturally not so. In order to teach Wu Yi a lesson and give him a good result, Zhang'e Yaozun was not so kind.

At this moment, outside Wu Yi, a faint, quiet atmosphere surrounded him. Three feet outside Wu Yi, everything became silent.

However, this point was not obvious outside the sky. If it was in the world, you would find that the wind stopped, the water settled, and the leaves stopped in the air, as if they had overcome gravity.

However, Zhang'e Yaozun relied on his powerful strength to break through two feet, and he was still trying to break through the heavy resistance.

Everyone's surprised eyes fell on Zhang'e Yaozun, making him uncomfortable. He roared, his blood and qi boiled, and a thin golden thread shot out from the tip of the gun. It seemed thin, but it was indestructible and no one could resist it.

This thin golden thread broke through more than seven inches. Wu Yi did not doubt the effect of this golden thread at all.

And he himself knew that if he continued like this, sooner or later he would not be able to hold on, and then he would be defeated, and he might not even be qualified to fight again.

Therefore, Wu Yi's aura began to undergo a mysterious change, from the original single quiet state to a state of movement and stillness.

Under the influence of the Great Way of Movement, the originally straight golden thread suddenly disobeyed the command of Zhang'e Yaozun, and suddenly bent, brushed Wu Yi's eyebrows, and went to another direction.

Fine blood beads appeared between Wu Yi's eyebrows. Wu Yi did not have the energy to recover from this wound at the moment. Under the pressure of Zhang'e Yaozun, the injury became more serious. After the blood beads accumulated large enough, they flowed from the eyebrows into the eye sockets.

After the first attack failed, the tip of the gun shot out several strands of golden threads again, coming from all directions, trying to pierce Wu Yi's eye sockets.

And these strands of golden threads, coincidentally, were all in almost the same position, but the direction had shifted. Some people had previously speculated that it was Zhang'e Yaozun who deliberately let him go, but this time, everyone saw that it must be Wu Yi's trick.

Yue Liuli, who had been worried all the time, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this moment. It seemed that there was still a chance for the situation to turn around. At worst, there was still the God of Dao. Yue Liuli comforted herself in this way.

After a long delay, the sharp aura was completely lost, so that several attacks were not effective. Sometimes it moved, sometimes it was still, and the constant changes of the two ways of movement and stillness made Zhang'e Yaozun quite troubled.

He tapped the void, borrowed external force, and did a gorgeous backflip. Zhang'e Yaozun got rid of the influence of Wu Yi's Great Way of Stillness. At this moment, he really treated Wu Yi at the level of his opponent.

"You are very good, worthy of being the best talent in the Taoist sect within ten thousand years." Zhang'e Yaozun said, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes.

Speaking of which, Wu Yi first heard of the statement that Bai Ze was the most outstanding talent in Taoism in ten thousand years, and later he heard this statement from various different angles.

Wu Yi has always believed that this statement is a flattery, and has never admitted it. When others say so, he denies it from time to time. However, the rumor spreads farther and farther, and even has a variant, saying that Xuan Xingsi intends to choose Wu Yi as the next head, which immediately attracts a lot of attention to Wu Yi.

Many of Wu Yi's practices have been imitated, because this may represent the will of the head. The most typical one is to recruit aliens into the sect. The conservative forces in Yiqimen are still huge, but they are changing over time.

Therefore, Wu Yi has every reason to believe that this rumor is the head of the sect behind the power to add fuel to the flames, but what does it matter if he knows it? Not only can he not change it, but he must acquiesce to a certain extent, and pay more attention to his behavior in the future. Life under the spotlight is not so easy.

So this time Wu Yi went out to visit Zhi Tianxuan, and played a game of chess for so long. After bidding farewell to Zhi Tianxuan, he should have returned to the sect as soon as possible, but he went further and further away with Yue Liuli. Although Yue Liuli was acting coquettishly, Wu Yi was not willing to return to the sect psychologically.

However, I never expected that no matter how hard I tried to avoid him, Demon Lord Zhang'e would speak so much at this time.