"How is this possible? Divine arts are divine arts, and fighting techniques are fighting techniques. How could they possibly be related? And there are formations and so on. How are they connected? Besides, I don't find fighting techniques that great. I've studied them for so many days, and I'm still no match for the High Priest." Shen Yuhe explained, disapprovingly.
Mu Hanyan was stunned on the spot for a moment, and felt a flash of thunder passing through her mind.
The Fall of the Eight Desolate Gods, divine arts - martial arts - formation arts!
Although Chen Yuhe found it incredible, even impossible, Mu Hanyan was enlightened. Aren't the formations and alchemy techniques, and all kinds of strange and unusual techniques of the Holy Court Continent closely related to her Nine Heavens Starfall and Starfall in the Eight Wastelands? Why couldn't the strange and unusual techniques of the Continent of Gods be related to a single divine technique?
Stars fall from the nine heavens, stars fall across the eight wastelands, gods fall from the eight wastelands... Mu Hanyan muttered to herself as an indescribable excitement surged in her heart: Could it be that this magical technique was also related to her past life?
Mu Hanyan had already memorized Shen Yuhe's martial arts skills when she was sparring with her before. Now she was secretly pondering them in her mind and fell into deep thought.
"Master Priest, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Mu Hanyan in a daze, Shen Yuhe asked carefully.
"It's nothing. You go and rest first. I want to think about something." Mu Hanyan said.
"Then I won't disturb the High Priest." Chen Yuhe guessed that Mu Hanyan had some insights, so she said goodbye and left. The priests at the door also dispersed. As they walked, they were still discussing the fighting skills of the High Priest and the Right Priest, and some of them were eager to try.
"I will take revenge on this little girl sooner or later." Ling Baobao rubbed his panda eyes, looked at Shen Yuhe's receding back, and said hatefully, not taking the Right Priest seriously at all.
"How are you going to take revenge?" Mu Hanyan asked with amusement. With Ling Baobao's jack-of-all-trades personality, there was probably no hope of revenge in his lifetime.
"I'm going to eat eight bowls of rice in a while." Ling Baobao said through gritted teeth.
"At your age, no matter how much you eat, you won't grow, right?" Mu Hanyan said, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud. It was just a fight between children. Eating more and growing stronger would win. Besides, at his age, no matter how much he ate, he wouldn't grow.
"No, I'm going to eat up all the food and starve them to death!" Ling Baobao said proudly.
Mu Hanyan almost fell to the ground. It turned out that this was the revenge of a foodie. It was really scary.
"By the way, where's your turtle shell?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously. She had seen him poring over it day and night for a while, but he had rarely taken it out these days.
"I put it in the room and try to refine it slowly." Ling Baobao said with some disappointment.
"Refine?" Mu Hanyan asked doubtfully.
"Yes, didn't you see it last time? The Ba Xia Dragon Armor can ignore the attacks of the priest's magic. Although it has its limits, its defense is still extremely strong. I plan to use it to refine a magical artifact that can travel through the void of the plane, so that it will be easier to go back." Ling Baobao said.
"Will it succeed?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"I'm definitely not strong enough. Just wait until your strength recovers and then help me. But I haven't thought of a suitable refining method yet. Let's talk about it after you think about it." Ling Baobao knew his own limitations and was not polite to Mu Hanyan at all.
"Okay, just leave it to me when the time comes." Mu Hanyan did not refuse. If it hadn't been for the accident last time, Ling Baobao would have been added to his world long ago.
"Okay, I'll go see what we have for lunch. That damn girl will starve to death soon." Ling Baobao recovered his breath and walked towards the cafeteria with his teeth bared.
Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Really, offending a foodie is a terrible thing.
Holding the book "Eight Gates Divine Formation", Mu Hanyan returned to the main sacrificial temple on the second floor.
Martial arts, the Eight Desolate Gods, formations, alchemy... Mu Hanyan's mind was blank, with countless words and patterns intertwined in her mind. Amidst the chaos, there was a hint of enlightenment.
"Buzz!" After an unknown amount of time, the long-lost fairy sound came into my mind, and the memory inheritance from the Aolai divine beast awakened again.
Ancient, obscure, yet pleasant notes sang in his mind. In an instant, a sword beam split the sky and earth apart. That sword beam contained infinite mysteries of laws, so exquisite and mysterious.
Over the past few days, my understanding of the various cultivation methods and strange arts of the temple are all contained in this sword, and all my doubts and puzzles will find answers in this sword.
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"Help, stop, stop, help!" Outside the window, Ling Baobao's miserable cry for help was heard again.
Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and floated down from the second floor of the temple.
These past few days, in addition to continuing to comprehend the Eight Desolate Gods' Fall, she had also taken time to practice martial arts with everyone else. Ever since she'd seen Mu Hanyan's powerful display of power against Long Wudang, the Huayu Temple's priests had become interested in martial arts. Seeing the exquisite and mysterious exchanges between Mu Hanyan and Shen Yuhe further fueled their interest, and they had all begun practicing in private.
Mu Hanyan did not object. In fact, with the current resources of the Huayu Temple, it was difficult for these priests to make any significant improvement in their strength. However, practicing martial arts would be of great benefit in enhancing their combat effectiveness.
Ling Baobao ultimately failed to realize his revenge plan by starving Shen Yuhe to death, so he was often dragged in as a sparring partner, and was often chased by Shen Yuhe. There was no other way. After all, he said that actual combat was the best shortcut to improving strength, and his fighting skills were indeed much better than other priests. Who else could Shen Yuhe turn to if not him?
Looking at the desperate Ling Baobao with sympathy, Mu Hanyan was a little impressed by this guy's physique. Although he was always beaten black and blue by Shen Yuhe, he could recover as before in less than two hours without even taking any pills. With such a strong self-healing ability, even the indestructible cockroaches like Hua Yue and Ye Yanran would have to admit defeat.
"Greetings, His Excellency the Chief Priest, greetings, His Excellency the Chief Priest!" As soon as they saw Mu Hanyan, Chen Yuhe and others bowed and saluted. Judging from their looks, they were much more convinced than in the previous few days.
Mu Hanyan had never been one to cherish her own knowledge, so she imparted her understanding of the Eight Desolate Divine Fall to everyone without reservation. Unfortunately, others didn't have the same memory inheritance as she did, making learning extremely difficult. Therefore, Mu Hanyan had to simplify it before teaching them. Even so, the combat techniques she taught were called martial arts, but they were still far more powerful than the martial arts that everyone knew.
In order to help them improve their combat power, Mu Hanyan generously took out the spring water soaked in the blood and soul of the dragon clan. After drinking the spring water, the priests' strength increased greatly. Coupled with their exquisite combat skills, they were no less powerful than their own priest magic.
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