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- 1. When Long Aotian saw that Yang Mo seemed a little unwilling to believe it, he immediately turned serious and scolded Yang Mo very seriously: "Are you doubting the sacrifice of your ancestors?"
"No. <Binghuo#ÖÐÎÄ" Yang Mo quickly replied in a low voice.
At this time, Long Aotian became more and more excited and shouted: "I tell you, the best race in the world will always be our Yanhuang Sun Yuhaiguanmen. Don't think that because the West is more developed than us now, we are lagging behind others. Let me tell you, as long as we win this victory and our elites come out from the sacred battlefield, we will be able to stand on top of the world again in less than a month."
"Isn't it a bit exaggerated?" Yang Mo said incredulously. In his opinion, national power cannot be improved overnight. The United States has been developing for two or three hundred years, and it is too unrealistic to catch up in one year. .
"Exaggeration? No exaggeration!" Long Aotian was still so excited and said: "Modern science and technology has fundamentally gone astray. The reason why humans are the spirit of all things and the master of all things is because we have endless possibilities and endless possibilities. Creativity. What has modern technology done? The things they have invented are all to bring down mankind, to make mankind content with pleasure, and to prevent mankind from exploring its own potential. Let me ask you, are you afraid of tanks now?"
"Don't be afraid!" Yang Mo thought for a moment and shook his head seriously. Tanks were indeed not a problem for Yang Mo now. He began to realize something, and he even felt that as Long Aotian said, human modern technology had gone astray.
"You have practiced with me for less than a few months, and you will be able to defeat tanks, those seniors who have practiced for decades and hundreds of years. They are stronger, and their strength can destroy a city." Long Aotian said Said: "If I tell others these words, they will definitely think it is a joke, but. Do you think it is a joke?"
"No." Yang Mo shook his head subconsciously.
"Americans have always thought about conquering the universe and looking for new life. They have even fantasized about aliens. Aliens are all high-tech. I can say with certainty that they will never find them, even if they Search for another thousand years. Because aliens are around us and they live in different planes."
Yang Mo didn¡¯t say anything anymore, but was reflecting. Long Aotian's words undoubtedly subverted the established cognition of his two generations and completely overturned science. If it were Yang Mo from before. He would definitely regard Long Aotian as crazy, but now he is half-convinced.
Suddenly, Yang Mo remembered something about the crazy guy on Linxian Street, so he asked: "Master, do you think there are really immortals in this world?"
"No. But it can also be said that there is." Long Aotian said ambiguously.
"Is that true or not?" Yang Mo asked.
"The so-called cultivating immortals is actually cultivating golden elixirs, which is no different from us. But they have a special understanding of the enchantment. If they understand the mystery of any enchantment, they will ascend in a day. It creates a kind of gain for people. They feel successful. But in fact, they are just sucked in by the energy of the barrier and then enter another world." Long Aotian explained this way.
"What does it mean when a person achieves enlightenment and ascends to heaven with chickens and dogs?" Yang Mo continued to ask curiously.
"Haha." Long Aotian smiled slightly when he heard this, and said: "Actually, the absorption energy released by the barrier is strong enough to suck away all the surrounding bodies. That's all."
"So that's it." Yang Mo nodded thoughtfully. This explanation made sense in his logic. When he absorbed energy on the plane, he could clearly feel the power of the energy. Strong hedging can completely blow up the plane.
"I am just telling you a little bit about these things now. In the future, when you are strong enough and enter the sacred battlefield, you will understand everything. Then you will find out how great and powerful our race is. ." Long Aotian said very seriously.
"Yeah." Yang Mo nodded. At this time, he remembered something again and asked: "Master, you just said the end of the world, is it the end of the world predicted by the Mayans?"
"Yes." Long Aotian nodded and said: "The Mayans are also an amazing nation, but because they resisted the invasion of the outside world, their entire clan perished, leaving no one alive."
"It turns out that the Mayan people died because of this." Yang Mo was shocked.
"There are still many things you don't know. Practice hard and wait until you are strong enough to talk about these things."
After Long Aotian said this, he frowned and started walking around with his hands behind his back. He looked very worried. Read the full text of Yin Tomb Yang Zhai. Seeing him like this, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a little pessimistic: Are the Mayans' predictions really correct? Will this world really end?
Immediately, he immediately devoted himself to practice. The energy in this place in Yellowstone Park was outrageous. Yang Mo practiced for another seven days. His progress could be described as the speed of light. The two small soybeans were now almost as big as pigeon eggs. Now they were all his pure original strength. Can destroy a tank with one punch.
When Yang Mo left, Long Aotian asked him to punch him with all his strength.
Yang Mo punched out, and the strong wind blew up, blowing up an ancient tree ten meters away. Yang Mo was shocked when he saw it. This was simply the Hundred-Step Divine Fist!
Long Aotian shook his head and muttered: The combat effectiveness index is only about three thousand. Going to the sacred battlefield is just a matter of running errands.
Yang Mo was very surprised by Long Aotian's words and asked: "What is the combat power index? Is three thousand bad? Is there anyone stronger than me on the sacred battlefield?"
"As far as I know, Grandpa Pangu's combat power index had reached 100,000 points before I left. You can do the calculation yourself." Long Aotian put down these words and strode away.
Yang Mo was stupid, one hundred thousand points? That's thirty-three times as much as me? I can blow up a tank with three thousand points, but isn't it more powerful than the original bomb if he has one hundred thousand points? By the way, his name is Pangu? Didn¡¯t Pangu create the world?
Yang Mo was confused. He estimated the power of Mjolnir in his mind. The current Mjolnir was about three times his original strength, which meant about 9,000 points. But nine thousand points isn¡¯t enough!
He quickly caught up with Long Aotian and asked in a low voice: "Master. How much combat power do you have?"
¡°Me??¡± Long Aotian smiled slowly and said, ¡°About two thousand points.¡±
"You are actually worse than me?" Yang Mo heard this. He was shocked and asked in disbelief: "Then why can't I see through your strength at all? I always think you are unfathomable."
"As long as your combat power exceeds a thousand points, it will be difficult for others to see your true identity unless you use force yourself." Long Aotian said slowly.
"Then can I help you get the position of sect leader now?" Yang Mo asked cautiously. After hearing what Long Aotian said, he really felt less and less confident. This is the saying that the older you get, the less timid you become. The more Yang Mo's combat power improved by leaps and bounds, the more he felt that there were so many masters in the world.
"Haha." Long Aotian laughed heartily twice and said: "Don't worry. The strongest combat power of those guys is only 1,500, and no one will be your opponent. There are not many people on the earth who can defeat you now. . Those who can defeat you are on the sacred battlefield!"
"The highest is one thousand and five?" Yang Mo was dumbfounded. Through a simple calculation, he could figure out that Long Aotian, who had a combat power of two thousand, could easily kill those enemies who killed his father. So, he asked in confusion: "Since they are so weak, why haven't you killed them for so many years?"
"Because of the existence of the Presbyterian Council." Long Aotian said slowly: "The combat power of the two great elders of the Presbyterian Council exceeds 10,000."
"Then why didn't the Presbyterian Council kill those eight brothers? Are they all murderers?" Yang Mo asked again.
"The Council of Elders exists to check and balance the sect leader. The sect leader's affairs are not theirs to take care of. They only care about the disciples."
"What kind of weird rule is this? If I become the master of the sect, I will have to abolish it." Yang Mo said very angrily.
"As long as you have the ability. Of course you can. Longmen is a place where strength is respected."
"That's good." Yang Mo nodded, and he made a silent calculation in his mind. Although his regular combat power is only 3,000, his internal energy is quite special and contains poison. Therefore, even if someone with a combat power of tens of thousands fights against him, he will be poisoned if he is not careful. And the most important thing is that his unconventional combat power has probably exceeded 10,000 points. Thor's hammer is a powerful move that can destroy everything.
After Yang Mo followed Long Aotian out of Huangshi, he went straight to San Francisco to marry his legitimate daughter Ce, and conquer the world with nothing.
The next day. They went to an old manor on the outskirts of the city, which looked like the Forbidden City from the outside. This is where Longmen¡¯s Elder¡¯s House is located.
When Long Aotian and Yang Mo entered, the hall inside was already full of people.
There are nine seats at the top, with nine old people sitting on them. The nine old people are all wearing Tang suits, and their hair is white. They look like they are old at first glance, but they are all in good spirits. Yang Mo looked carefully and saw that there was no one he could see through. Sure enough, there was no one who was not a master.
"There are four Taishi chairs on both sides, seven of which are occupied by people, and three or four brothers are standing behind them.
It looks like a martial arts conference on TV.
Long Aotian led Yang Mo to the center and immediately said loudly: "Elders and brothers. Twenty years ago we??When I left Longmen, I said that I would come back with my apprentice to take back the position of the sect leader. Now, my disciple is here. Please bear witness from all the elders. If my disciple¡¯s ability defeats all the heroes, then we will decide on this sect leader! "
Long Aotian said this with great momentum, as if he was excited to come back and avenge his shame.
"If there is no objection, let's start the war. Eight disciples, who wants to go to war first?"
The elder sitting in the center spoke very simply.
There is no procrastination at all like in martial arts TV series, it is a direct fight. This made Yang Mo understand why Long Aotian said that Longmen is a place that emphasizes strength.
"Great Elder, we are willing to go to war to avenge Master!"
The four people behind the empty table stood up immediately, looking like they wanted to avenge their master.
When Yang Mo saw the four of them coming out at the same time, he couldn't help but be a little surprised and asked: "Is it a one-on-one challenge or a group challenge?"
"Nonsense, if you want to be the leader of the sect, of course four of them will beat you one!" The guy bent on revenge shouted loudly, and the four of them rushed up at the same time.
Yang Mo saw the four of them rushing up at the same time and quickly greeted them Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With just four clean punches, all four of their heads were blown open. Blood, brains, and bones were scattered all over the courtyard. The disciples next to them were frightened to see such strength. They can't keep up even if they are trying to catch up.
Isn¡¯t this nonsense? Their master was no match for Yang Mo either.
At this time, the nine elders sitting on the field were also whispering to each other: "Long Aotian's apprentice is pretty good. His combat power is at least 2,500 points."
"More than that, there are definitely three thousand points. There is no problem in fighting for the sect leader this time."
"Heh. Longmen will still return to their hands. How many days!"
After a while of whispering, the elder in the middle continued: "Who will fight next?"
The remaining seven groups shook their heads at the same time. No one wanted to die, and no one wanted to die like this. It was too frustrating and inhumane.
However, the rule is that they must go up and fight, or die! This has been the rule of Longmen for thousands of years, and no one can change it.
so. When the Great Elder saw that none of them took the initiative to fight, he took the initiative to order his troops and generals: "Cao Kaifeng, your apprentice will go to fight first."
The great elder pointed his finger, and those guys suddenly trembled. He didn't even dare to take a step forward.
Yang Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he rushed over and killed them all.
After finishing the killing, he said to the great elder: "Elder, I will kill whomever you point out, and no one will delay the work. The latest chapter of Great Sword Ranger Abao. After the killing is completed, officially canonize me as the leader of the sect."
Yang Mo is so arrogant, but the people below dare not refuse.
Yang Mo didn¡¯t care whether they obeyed or not. If they obeyed, they would die. Not convinced. It is also death. Anyway, those who came here today were murderers. The thirty members of Long Aotian's family cannot die in vain, and the blood debt must be paid with blood.
Although the Great Elder also felt that Yang Mo's arrogance was a bit annoying. Make him uncomfortable. But, that's the rule. Cannot be destroyed. So, he pointed to the next group: "Zhou Haitian!"
He pointed. Yang Mo went over to kill him.
After a while, all eight groups of men and horses were killed, leaving only seven desolate masters. They also have a bleak look on their faces now, because as long as Yang Mo becomes the sect leader. Then they are finished. The sect leader has the power to kill them, and the elders cannot protect them. This is the rule.
Seeing that Yang Mo had killed eight groups of people cleanly, the great elder stood up with all the elders. The nine people filed into the ancestral hall at the back. After singing an inexplicable song, they came out with a dragon-headed stick, and then The Great Elder handed it over to Yang Mo and didn't say anything nonsense. He just said calmly: "Okay, from now on you are the leader of the Dragon Gate."
Yang Mo took the dragon head stick, strode up to Long Aotian, smiled slightly and said: "Master, fortunately you have fulfilled your destiny, what should we do next?"
"Clean the door!"
Long Aotian smiled coldly and showed his sharp edge. He rushed over and hit Cao Kaifeng with a fierce palm wind. Cao Kaifeng's combat power was only about a thousand. He didn't catch a single palm and was killed on the spot.
As soon as Cao Kaifeng died, the remaining seven people immediately gathered together. They struggled to the death and said: "Long Aotian, don't kill them all. We are all brothers and sisters, and our friendship is still here."
"Love? Huh, why don't you think about love when you are destroying my whole family?" Long Aotian looked cold and stern.
"We were also forced" one of them said, but before he finished speaking, a huge palm came from behind, and then an invisible giant palm fell from the sky, crushing them all into a ball of minced meat.
Yang Mo looked at it,I couldn't help but be speechless and thought to myself: Is this the strength with a combat power of over ten thousand? horrible!
Yang Mo felt horrified, but Long Aotian seemed to have suddenly figured something out. He puffed out his chest and took a step forward: "Second Elder, why don't you let Li Guangnian finish what he said?"
¡°Just kill him, why are you talking so much nonsense?!¡± The second elder stared at Long Aotian and said with great disdain. This is the contempt the superior has for the inferior. In his eyes, Long Aotian, who has a combat power of 2,000 points, is no different from an ant.
"So, you are the mastermind behind my father's death?" Long Aotian became more and more excited as he spoke: "Let me tell you, how could my father with more than 8,000 combat power suddenly die tragically? It turns out that you were the one behind it. You are so mean! "
"So what?" The great elder laughed and said, "Since you know everything, you don't have to live anymore!"
As he spoke, a giant palm struck, even more ferocious than the second elder's.
Yang Mo quickly activated the Fengshen's legs, rushed over with a whooshing sound, and quickly evacuated while hugging Long Aotian. The speed of Yang Mo's Fengshen Leg had already exceeded a thousand yards, and he disappeared without a trace with Long Aotian in an instant.
Seeing Yang Mo and Long Aotian disappear in front of their eyes, the nine elders were very surprised. They couldn't believe their eyes. The seventh elder's incredible voice broke the silence of the nine people: "The combat power of the little escapee just now is at least nine thousand Above, could it be that he had hidden his strength before?"
"When did Long Aotian find such a strong helper? This is definitely not his apprentice. No, we must strangle that little boy in the cradle. He has reached this level in his twenties. How can he still be his opponent in a few years? ?¡±
"Lao Ba Lao Jiu, you hurry up and chase them, don't let them escape." The boss ordered.
Two rays of light and shadow immediately rushed out and ran towards Yang Mo. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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