Chapter 1372

There is only one word for the ultimate meaning of the eight poles: Yang!

After Wang Xiaohua gave this move to Zheng Feiyue, Zheng Feiyue looked at the word and couldn't understand it.

How to practice with only one word?

The opportunity comes from Zheng Feiyue's two ways of wind and thunder. Following the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, Zheng Feiyue understands the two ways of wind and thunder "nonstop".

Speaking of Tao, others understand a kind of Tao and continue to cultivate it.

Zheng Feiyue is on the contrary. He is like a wholesaler. He takes the quantity but not the quality. He is full of slag masculinity. When he gets his hands, he immediately moves to the next one, and has a plan to pocket all the 3000 Avenue and 100000 lane.

Of course, these are not Zheng Feiyue's wishes. They are all the arrangements of the earth mother. Since a galaxy appeared in his mind, he is basically walking according to the will of the earth mother in the area of enlightenment.

It's sad to think about it.

The topic is far away, back to the profound meaning of the eight poles.

After Zheng Feiyue understood the two ways of wind and thunder, under the boundless induction of the road, a magical scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a stormy night.

The wind is howling!

Thunder dances like a snake!

On the dark ground, there is a long dead tree leaning against the river, with a broken trunk and withered branches and leaves, showing a bleak scene.

At dusk, the thunder fell, and the withered branches and leaves turned into powder in the thunder light.

Boom, boom!

The thunder kept falling.

The thunder robbery has exceeded the 69 day robbery and even has a tendency to evolve to the 99 day robbery.

Zheng Feiyue can hardly describe his mood at that time. It seems that this big tree has offended God. Even after it withered, it is still thundered, which is very impressive.

After the thunderstorm, a huge pit was left where the dead trees took root.

There is nothing left except this pit.

Just when Zheng Feiyue thought it was over, his eyes glanced over the pit, and his eyes inadvertently caught a touch of green.

He looked intently.

A tender, weak but vigorous bud is rocking vigorously in the scorched soil, as if celebrating its difficult rebirth.

The illusion ends here.

Zheng Feiyue, however, understood the meaning of the word "Yang": the cathode generates Yang, and the anode generates Yin. All things are like this, which is consistent with the Tao of heaven.

At that moment, the eight pole skill presented with magic Qi gave birth to the Qi of Zhigang and Zhiyang strangely.

If the eight pole magic skill is a first-class skill, the Zhiyang skill transformed from the eight pole magic skill can be called the best in the world, because it is transformed from "Wanjun thunder".

Zheng Feiyue gave it a new name.

Eight pole Yin Yang skill!

This skill, which can be freely converted between the two forms, is deeply loved by Zheng Feiyue, because it is the inheritance of his mentor and one of the few powers he mastered without relying on the earth mother.

……

this moment.

Wang Tong still devours Zheng Feiyue's evil spirit with his strong determination to swallow the sky.

However, when Zheng Feiyue said the word "Yang", he felt something bad, because the magic Qi swallowed by him suddenly changed.

The power of masculinity replaced the magic Qi.

Wang Tong's face changed slightly, and then suddenly realized: "the cathode generates Yang and is reborn. Is this the ultimate meaning of the eight poles? Unfortunately, swallowing the sky can devour all things in the world. Even if it is the power of the sun, it can still be swallowed!"

"Really?"

A bad smile appeared at the corner of Zheng Feiyue's mouth: "I am the power of Zhiyang, but I have transformed from the heaven disaster beyond the six or nine thunder disaster. Can you swallow it?"

As if to verify Zheng Feiyue's words, Wang Tong's face suddenly turned red, and a "crackling" sound came out from his body, just like fried beans.

Bang!

Wang Tong could no longer maintain his decision to swallow the sky. His old face showed a look of panic. Despite the roar in his body, he could only watch helplessly and couldn't help crying out sadly, "butcher, save me!"

The butcher sprang up and rushed.

"Why, don't you need your karma?"

Zheng Feiyue's face was ironic. His whole body exuded the power of rigid Yang, like a red sun. Everywhere he went, people dared not look directly at him.

The crowd was also stunned.

The boss, who has always been full of evil spirit, suddenly became upright, more upright than those famous and decent friars. The contrast is too big, and even makes people feel funny.

However, onlookers think so, and the butcher who is only one arm away from Zheng Feiyue is shocked.

Zheng Feiyue's masculine power gave him a feeling of "being judged", as if there was a Heavenly God standing in front of him. Anyone who was ashamed could not raise his head in front of him.

This psychological disadvantage made the butcher furious.

He held up his long knife and cut forward madly without any skills. He was like a pork vendor who set up a stall and gave vent to his own pork.

Sa Sa!

The long knife is too fast and turns into a remnant.

Zheng Feiyue hummed low, and two hot lights appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand and shouted, "the profound meaning of the eight poles, grasp!"

The long knife flew away.

The butcher opened his eyes wide and had no resistance.

The next second, his body followed his long knife and approached Zheng Feiyue. Zheng Feiyue's nightmarish low drink sounded in his ear: "eight pole mystery, town!"

The butcher felt that he had been hit by a small sun. I don't know how many bones had been broken, and the skeleton of his whole body was about to fall. He stared with wide eyes, stretched his hands forward, and subconsciously wanted to grasp something.

But he didn't catch anything!

The butcher fell into the dust, just like an immortal falling into the earth, shaking the dust all over the sky.

There was silence.

The next moment, thunderous cheers sounded.

Swordfish took people forward and looked at the man who was suspended in the air and as hot as the sun, showing his enthusiasm: "with every move, he lost the three gold medals of the general League in a row, and the boss is invincible in the world!"

Zheng Feiyue had wind and thunder wings on his back and said faintly, "look at them. I'll catch the fish that escaped the net."

Finish.

There was a bang.

Zheng Feiyue has disappeared in situ, several times faster than before!

The swordfish was still immersed in the majestic posture of the boss, and his blood was boiling: "unexpectedly, the cultivation of the eight pole magic skill was so powerful that it was different from before!"

Another deep-sea overhaul nodded repeatedly and said with emotion: "ten thousand years ago, the boss's mentor was on a par with the evil god. I heard this much and muttered in my heart. After all, no one has seen the elder hand.

At present, seeing is believing. You can create such a powerful skill. Your talent is absolutely the best in the world. It's no exaggeration to compete with evil gods. "

This remark attracted the consent of everyone.

Then, someone sighed: "it's a pity that heaven envies talents. Such an amazing and decisive generation left a short glorious time only ten thousand years ago. After hurting the origin, it came to an end..."

"Stop talking!"

The swordfish stared at the man and whispered, "let the boss hear you mention his sadness. He doesn't know how to deal with you. If you don't want to be unlucky, close your mouth."

The voice just fell.

The sound of wind and thunder.

Zheng Feiyue, carrying a stiff paper Taoist, appeared on the top of everyone's head, threw it on the ground, and said faintly: "a family should be neat, not one less."