Chapter 161 Resurrection
In this martial arts world, Wang Yao may look down upon martial artists of other realms, but he must pay attention to and treat the Grandmasters with great caution. The number of Grandmasters in the entire martial arts world, including the hidden ones, is estimated to be no more than 20.
A Grandmaster warrior at the Saint Realm can be compared to a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm in the Tianyuan World, or even surpass him, because one should know that there are records of cultivators at the Saint Realm in this world whose lifespan exceeds a thousand years, which is much higher than that of cultivators at the Divine Power Realm.
Of course, Wang Yao has no exact information about the price of this longevity, but he has some guesses, which is that it is through erasing one's human emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, etc., which are erased bit by bit.
Instead, they should rely on the gods and saints they are communicating with. Perhaps in the end they will become "high and mighty" gods and no longer have human attributes.
In this world, relying on the blessing of the world's will, a powerful grandmaster can fight against the gods who pay the price to enter the world barrier, but as long as they enter the void, the gap between the levels is still quite large.
Even Zhai Xinghe, who ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking, tried his best to cut off a finger of the Gu God, which made the Gu God feel that the loss outweighed the gain and retreated. This does not mean that they are no match for Zhai Xinghe. Other grandmasters might not be able to cut off even a finger and would not dare to attack the god.
As the martial arts magic talisman was finally formed, Wang Yao obtained some relevant information and found that his martial arts magic was quite amazing.
The poison in Jundu's hand can actually poison the soul directly. As long as the enemy thinks that he is poisoned, Wang Yao can plant the poison.
Even Wang Yao was shocked by this poison. It was so hard to guard against and it could even poison the soul. As long as you thought about it, you would be poisoned.
The breakthrough in Wang Yao's thinking lasted for a long time. It seemed very complicated, with many obstacles and ridges to climb before he finally made the breakthrough.
But in fact, to the outside world, Wang Yao's breakthrough only took a breath, which also included the evolution of his body cells.
At this moment, in more than a hundred years, a great master of martial arts at the Saint level was born again in this world, and that was Wang Yao!
Although the breakthrough just now was short-lived, only a moment, it was not only extremely short in duration, but also contained the great terror of the disillusionment of life and death.
If Wang Yao did not possess the extremely high status of a ghost immortal, and the blessing of the soul essence that directly connects to immortals and gods, it would be unknown whether he could pass the previous level.
Throughout history, countless people have failed before the Holy Gate. Some, though severely injured, managed to survive and even manage to make arrangements for their own death, while those with lesser luck were wiped out, slain from the face of the earth. Only a select few could grasp that glimmer of hope and cultivate martial arts prowess!
"No, this kid's aura is not right. There is a problem. Did his mind enter some high-dimensional level just now? I couldn't even detect his movement at that moment?" Wind Whisperer is worthy of being the fifth veteran grandmaster on the Heavenly Ranking. He had already noticed something was wrong while rushing here.
He simply revealed his figure and mobilized the power of this world to block Wang Yao, but he didn't expect that he couldn't block him. What was the other party doing?
He felt like a fish in water, free and at ease, without any sense of being suppressed by the author of this post. The Wind Talker found it absurd and could not believe it, but he had to face the reality.
The reality is that Wang Yao has completely mastered the unity of man and nature. It is no longer limited to himself, but like him, he can also control the power of the world.
From then on, he was no longer limited to controlling himself, but could draw upon the power of this world. He was no longer a mortal, but had reached a level of life that transcended human nature, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was a god.
But how could this kid suddenly break through? I didn’t see any panic in his eyes, but rather organized, as if he had expected it, had expected that I would come to kill him?
Did my threat help him break through? Those who accomplished great things in ancient times possessed not only extraordinary talent but also unwavering perseverance. When Yu controlled the floods, he dug the Dragon Gate, opened the great river, and released it into the sea. Before his work was complete, he faced the dreaded danger of collapse and conflict. Only by anticipating the inevitable, remaining unafraid when the event occurred, and slowly planning for it, did he achieve success.
Although he was unwilling to believe it, the facts were before him. It was indeed he, the Wind Whisperer, who became Bian Jiu's helper. When people were on the verge of despair, they would often unleash their powerful potential.
This is a difficult situation. Grandmaster and Grandmaster are two different levels. It will be difficult to kill him easily. Wang Yao is now like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. He is much different from before.
Even so, the Wind Whisperer did not give up. He moved like a ghost. While he had all his moves ready, he wanted to catch Wang Yao off guard, or even seriously injure Wang Yao, so as not to give him any subsequent opportunities.
But how could Wang Yao let him have his way? Seeing the Windtalker's eagle claws coming towards him, he immediately clenched his fist and blasted it like a wave on the sea.
That’s right, it was the boxing style he used the most, which he had mastered since the Internal Energy Realm, the Wild Wave Fist, but things were different now.
When he attacked again this time, he really had the feeling of the boundless ocean. The fist force and fist intent were overwhelming, as if they were going to swallow up the Wind Whisperer.
The Wind Whisperer was also speechless. Facing the wild and violent boxing skills, he actually felt something, which was very real.
"The tide follows the dark waves, the snow-capped mountains tilt; fishing boats in the distant harbor fish for the moonlit night. Across the bridge from the temple gate lies a small pine path; the threshold is at the spring's eye, the rocks are clear. Distant green trees stretch across the river at dawn; the sea is hazy and red, the sun is clear. Looking in the distance, clouds meet the water on all sides; a thousand green peaks are spotted with a few light geese. A few light geese fly across a thousand green peaks; the water meets the clouds, the view is far away. On a clear day, the sea is hazy and red; at dawn, the river trees are green in the distance. The clear waves, the rocky spring is at the threshold; the small path from the pine gate to the temple faces the bridge. Fishing boats in the bright moonlight, the distant harbor; the snow-capped mountains tilt with the dark waves following the tide."
"Endless waves, boundless sea!" Wang Yao didn't care what the Wind Whisperer felt or what artistic conception he saw at this moment, but angrily blasted out the Grandmaster-level Wild Wave Fist.
At this point in his life, at this realm, his understanding of boxing had already changed. His wave-stacking skills had also made great progress, with the power of punches stacked one after another.
It was not a triple wave, a quintuple wave, nor even the sevenfold wave that had once reached its peak. Instead, it could be stacked up continuously, as if endless. In a short while, it was stacked up to dozens of times, and even the Wind Whisperer could not withstand it head-on.
Not only boxing, but Wang Yao also casually spread bacteria and viruses, densely packed, colorful toxins flying all over the sky.
Wang Yao did not hide it at all, but poisoned the people openly, just to let the Wind Whisperer know that he was poisoning them and make them suspect him.
Although the Windtalker's movements are elusive and leave no trace like a passing breeze, it does not mean that he has lost the ability to fight head-on.
When you first start practicing Eagle Claw Kung Fu, you're training your fingers. Only by cultivating both the inner and outer aspects can you achieve rapid results. There are no drawbacks either. The fingers are the smallest part of the human body, and their power lies entirely in the knuckles. Unlike a chopping blow from a fist or palm, you can still leverage the strength of the wrist and arm to penetrate.
The Wind Whisperer has practiced Eagle Claw Kung Fu to perfection. He is not at all inferior to Wang Yao in the fight against the waves. With a few eagle cries, he can actually fight off Wang Yao's wave punches that have been stacked dozens of times.
Of course, although the Wind Whisperer could withstand Wang Yao's boxing, when he saw the poisonous fog surrounding him, he couldn't help but think more about it. The thought of "poisoning" only flashed through his mind.
Wang Yao's soul poison was planted. To prevent poisoning, the poisonous fog could not get close to him, but the Wind Whisperer was still caught off guard.
The Wind Whisperer's Hunyuan Eagle Claw Skill was really powerful. It was extremely sharp when fighting against Wang Yao's waves. His momentum of killing gods and Buddhas was unstoppable. Wang Yao took several steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. This was because he had suffered some internal injuries.
There was no way. After all, Wind Whisperer was the fifth Grandmaster on the Heavenly Ranking. His internal energy was as deep as the sea. In addition, he had the upper hand. Wang Yao's Wild Wave Fist did not reach its maximum power, so he was inevitably injured when he was hit.
Of course, the Wind Talker also felt uncomfortable. He felt something was wrong deep in his soul, but he didn't have time to think too much about it.
At this moment, behind him, the old priest of the Wu Dynasty royal family had caught up, and a dragon-shaped energy force directly hit the back of the Wind Whisperer.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, the sky split open and the earth cracked, the palace shook, and clouds and smoke billowed. Suddenly, a red dragon appeared, over a thousand feet long, with lightning eyes and a blood-red tongue, red scales and a fiery mane, and a golden lock tied around its neck, which was connected to a jade pillar. Thousands of thunders and lightnings swirled around its body, and snow, rain and hail fell all at once.
"Moo~" A sound like a cow's mooing was deafening and shocked the Wind Talker for a moment.
Just as he was about to dodge, the resisting Windtalker was actually frozen in place by the roar of a bull. He could not move and could only take the blow head-on.
When Wang Yao heard the sound of a cow mooing, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed. This was the roar of a dragon, not the cry of a cow. It was so authentic. Could it be that this old priest had really encountered a real dragon?
There are real dragons in this world, that's impossible. Wang Yao was terrified when he thought about it. He felt that the water in this world was very deep and muddy and he couldn't see the bottom clearly.
The Windtalker's protective shield was activated to its strongest level, glowing faintly, but under the golden dragon-shaped energy, it was like paper and was directly broken by several waves.
The reason why the Wind Talker was able to withstand the soul poison was unknown. A cloud of dust rose up, and only a mask was left in its place. The Wind Talker disappeared without a trace.
Could it be that a great master of his generation died just like that?
No matter if it was Qin Haiyun, Shifo or other righteous masters, all the warriors present were stunned by the scenes before them and did not dare to move at all. They had never seen a grand master before.
What's more, it is a battle between grandmasters. No matter what, we cannot interfere. It is most appropriate to stay where we are and watch the show. I believe that the grandmaster will not kill them for no reason.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was the arrival of the Grand Master. If a mere Grand Master dared to speak or act recklessly, he would be courting death.
There were veteran masters who knew the two grand masters, but they didn't dare to speak out or take sides at this moment. They didn't even dare to smile or feel sad, because who knew whether the Wind Whisperer who had just disappeared was dead or not.
After you die, you go to cling to the old priests, which is understandable, but they really know very little about the Grand Master and have no confidence.
The old worshipper had a round face, a silver-gray beard, and kind eyes. He was wearing a gilded dragon robe with a five-clawed golden dragon faintly visible on it, adding a bit of momentum to the old man.
When Qin Haiyun saw the real boss, he immediately brought the core members of the Wubu Division and stepped forward to pay his respects. This was an old servant of the royal family, so they naturally knew him. He was the mainstay of the Wu Dynasty for hundreds of years.
It can be said that it doesn’t matter how many emperors die. If something happens to this ancestor, it is natural that the Wu Dynasty will fall apart immediately.
The old priest stroked his silver beard and was about to say something, but at this moment, something strange happened!
A mask covered with ears, nose and mouth appeared in the sky, followed by a body. Who else could it be but the Wind Talker?
He was wearing a dark green brocade gown with a black bat-patterned horn belt around his waist. He had shiny black hair, a pair of unfathomable eyes, and a slender figure. He looked relaxed and at ease.
As expected, he was not dead. The masters present breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. It was unknown whether it was out of regret or something else.
Perhaps they also couldn't believe that a grandmaster died so simply. After all, this was all they pursued in their lifetime.
"I say, Wind Whisperer, how many clones do you have? It's not possible that all Bai Xiaosheng are your clones? After you revive in another body, how much strength do you have left?" The old priest didn't seem surprised at all, but said leisurely.
Did this Windtalker sense the poison in my soul? It's hidden deep within, its manifestations subtle, so it shouldn't be so decisive, perhaps using a body to resurrect and remove the poison from my soul.
Wang Yao looked at the inconspicuous mask and a pool of blood on the ground, and suddenly felt his mind was a little confused.
What kind of skill is this, using a body to revive the soul? It can use the split spirit to be reborn. This is much stronger than the puppet technique of the Demon Sect's Saint Gou Ju.
In Wang Yao's opinion, there are similarities here. Gou Ju, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, can borrow the power of the puppet and even give the puppet a certain amount of residual intelligence, enabling it to fight independently.
For ordinary people, and even for masters, it is of course extremely mysterious. If it is not impossible to practice, it is very difficult to practice. It must be one of the best martial arts in the world.
But for the Wind Whisperer who can revive his soul by borrowing another body and be reborn as an avatar, the functions of intelligent puppets and leveraging the power of puppets are not worth mentioning. This is the real great supernatural power.
"Hahaha, old man, don't you know whether my strength has decreased? We have fought countless times. Let's forget about today. We'll talk about it next time. Bian Jiu, you are very good. I look forward to the next fight!" As the Wind Talker's wild laughter faded away, the scene became quiet, and the masters who were all overlords looked at each other.
Is this the Wind Whisperer's martial arts ability? It's really weird and unpredictable, beyond common sense. Isn't this an alternative resurrection technique?
Although it is necessary to prepare clones in advance, it is also a rare martial arts skill. After all, when you reach this level, who doesn't want to live longer? Having a martial arts skill to protect yourself can often allow you to go further.
At this time, the old priest opposite bowed to Wang Yao first. This pillar of the Wu Dynasty royal family and even the Wu Dynasty's empire, at this moment, regarded Wang Yao as a peer.
"My dear friend Bian, I've heard about you from the guys in the Wubu Division a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to reach this level so quickly. From now on, my fate is in my own hands. Congratulations." The old priest was extremely majestic in front of other people, but he was very kind to Bian Jiu, and he truly regarded Wang Yao as a "kindred spirit".
"Thank you for the compliment, Master. I have also heard Yan Wu mention your name. I have heard of you for a long time, but I have never thanked you for your help." Wang Yao naturally responded very politely. No matter what the reason was, others had helped him just now.
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