At the foot of the mountain, the army was in chaos.

Xianbei cavalry wearing narrow-sleeved tight robes and braids on the back of their heads blocked the road down the mountain.

law!

The horse stopped, and a man riding a maroon horse and wearing a black iron mask stepped out from among the generals.

This person's name is Yu Wenmu, one of the great masters of our time.

The cultivation levels in this world are relatively simple and easy to remember. The lowest level is the ninth level, and then to the first level, the true energy goes from low to high. The true energy of the third level and above becomes a gang, which automatically protects the body. The first level opens up the Ren and Du two meridians, and it flows endlessly.

The next level up is the realm of supernatural powers, where the body is like a diamond, flies in the air, and produces magical powers. This realm is also called the Grand Master.

The higher the level of magical power is, the stronger the celestial realm.

As the name suggests, magical powers can cause celestial phenomena.

"Meet the Grand Master."

Seeing this man coming to the front of the formation, several barbarian generals and warriors dressed as Han people in front saluted.

"What's going on? The people of Zixia Clan won't surrender?" Yu Wenmu said calmly.

The Han master was also the leader of the sect. Hearing this sentence, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat and said: "Sir, the villain's Qingsong Sword Sect and the Zixia Sect are old friends. I have tried my best to persuade you, but Ningyuan doesn't understand the current affairs. Our big brother

Wei Hu is in Luoyang, but this man has too little eyesight to recognize true heroes."

Three months ago, the Xianbei Wei who was entrenched in Taiyuan suddenly went south and wiped out the puppet Han in Luoyang and the puppet Yan in Chang'an, forming a pattern of Northern Wei and Southern Qi in China.

Today, Yu Wenmu came here to conquer the Han sects. Those who are willing to surrender will be rewarded, and those who are not willing will be exterminated.

"I didn't expect you Han people to have a lot of strong bones." Yu Wenmu said with a smile.

These words made several leaders look embarrassed and ashamed.

Wow!

Yu Wenmu rose into the sky, his right palm bursting with red Qi, and the Qi faintly formed a dragon with teeth and claws.

This is the unique skill of the Yuwen family, the Red Flame True Dragon Skill.

The real dragon condenses and pushes out with one palm.

The real dragon roared with filial piety, and rushed towards the building on the top of the mountain with the power of melting gold and iron.

"No! It's Yu Wenmu who is here in person!"

The disciples of the Zixia Sect reacted very quickly and jumped out of the hall in an instant.

boom!

The real dragon's energy bombarded it, and the main hall covering an area of ​​half an acre was immediately reduced to ruins.

Dozens of disciples stood beside Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan looked at the figure in the sky with a pale face and muttered to himself: "It's over, it turned out to be Yu Wenmu."

How can I defeat a super-level master of supernatural powers when I am only a third-level person?

"Who's on the other side?" Song Lin was a little confused about the situation.

"The people on the opposite side are the Xianbei people. They want me to surrender. The barbarians are cruel and massacre my Han people. If I surrender, how can I face my ancestors?"

Ning Yuan's back was straightened. Although he was frightened in his heart, his moral integrity was not ruined.

At this time, Yu Wenmu was getting closer and closer.

"Brother, I need to ask you a favor." At this time, Ning Yuan suddenly turned around.

"explain."

"Can you take these disciples of mine down the mountain? I will be in charge of the rear."

"Daddy..."

"Master!!"

"Don't talk!"

Ning Yuan shouted angrily, interrupting everyone's pleading.

"Please, brother."

He bowed deeply.

The person in front of me should have a level one or two cultivation level, and should be able to lead the sect members to evacuate to the south.

He risked his own life to protect them from leaving.

Rumble…

At this time, the cavalry went up the mountain, and many masters surrounded them from all directions.

Song Lin did not answer, and Ning Yuan looked anxious.

"Brother!"

"It's okay, you don't have to leave. I'll help you solve it. I just want to try what I just learned...it's called Zixia Heart Technique, right?"

"This..." Ning Yuan suspected that he had seen the wrong person. Could he be a fool?

Song Lin jumped up and stood on the bamboo tip, surrounded by experts from all directions.

Yu Wenmu looked at him from ten feet up in the sky.

"I'll give you one last chance."

"Stop asking, I won't surrender."

Song Lin interrupted.

"Okay! You have the backbone!! I will grant you my wish!"

Yu Wenmu stretched out his right palm again, and the red true energy burst out of his body.

Boundless heat and pressure swept down, and the bamboo leaves turned yellow and withered.

Several long dragons of true energy rushed down.

Everyone in the Zixia Sect below is in despair, and now they can only rely on Song Lin, a mysterious master.

At this time, Song Lin was still talking to himself like a fool.

"Sensing the mysterious fluctuations of the Heavenly Heart, absorbing the power of the Heavenly Heart, and then converting it into true Qi through the operation of the meridians. The meridian route and visualization method should be the key to determine the nature of the true Qi. Well, the meridian route is still not perfect enough."

Within three breaths, Song Lin's brain ran hundreds of billions of times and perfected the Zixia Mental Technique in an instant.

At this time, Yuwen Mu's tricks were at his side.

Song Lin suddenly raised his head, a hint of purple flashed in his eyes, his hair was dancing wildly, and his jade-like face was filled with purple.

boom!

With both palms withdrawing, the purple energy is like the mighty sun or the waves of the sea.

Emit with yourself as the center.

The true dragon's energy collapsed instantly, and all the experts within a radius of several hundred feet vomited blood and flew backwards, and Yu Wenmu was no exception.

"You..." Yu Wenmu couldn't believe it. Where did this master appear from?

Is Zixia Heart Technique still a second-rate magical skill?

This was not over yet. Song Lin flew to Yu Wen Mu's side, held Yu Wen Mu's head with his right hand and breathed out his true energy. The big head instantly turned into coke.

"Grand Master!!"

Thousands of cavalry launched a tragic charge.

Song Lin rushed into the crowd and kept sending out purple energy waves.

The barbarian's sharp blades and powerful crossbows were unable to break through Zixia's body covered in Qi, and it was bounced three inches in front of her body.

The scene was too bloody, and when everyone in the Zixia Sect came to their senses, there was a complete body on the battlefield.

"This..." Ning Yuan was stunned, speechless.

Ning Fu's beautiful eyes widened. This person had really learned the Zixia Mental Technique and pushed it to a state that even the founder had never reached.

There are indeed gods in this world who can achieve greatness in just a moment.

The moment Song Lin came down, everyone bowed their heads, with only respect for this strong man in their hearts.

"Senior, could it be that he is a powerful person in the sky?" Ning Yuan asked tentatively.

It's so strong that such an existence has never appeared in my world view.

A master of supernatural powers is not enough to describe his power. Perhaps it is only the rare celestial powerhouses in the world who have such grace.

How lucky I am.

"That's right."

Song Lin thought about the way of cultivation in this world. There is indeed no magic in this world. They just constantly absorb external energy to strengthen their bodies, and then use their bodies to perform moves.
To be continued...