The night wind is howling, and although it has already entered spring, the weather is still very cold.

The Qingcheng Mountain is as quiet as water, and a cold moon hangs high, illuminating the steep mountains below.

In the backyard of the temple, a figure sat cross-legged behind a big rock. The cold at night could not invade and remained motionless, like an eternal sculpture. At this moment, a thin layer of light was shrouded around the figure, as if the moonlight in the sky was attracted and gathered.

This figure is Emperor Fu.

Although his thoughts on martial arts fist have been swallowed up by Ling Yu and he does not need to be cultivated in Qingcheng Mountain, but for decades, he still has an inexplicable emotion for this place, so he often returns here.

Since killing Li Mozi of the Shangqing Sect at the same sect meeting, Tianshidao sent a strong man to seek revenge. However, under his terrifying cultivation, it was like a native chicken tiles and vulnerable. Therefore, in recent times, Tianshidao has become depressed and seems to have never sent anyone to seek revenge again.

With his understanding of the Tianshidao, a sect of the feudal sect, Tianshidao will never give up, but is brewing a great conspiracy. However, the current martial arts cultivation of Emperor Fu has reached the end of the martial arts and does not reach his level, and no matter how many people the Tianshidao sent, it is useless.

Suddenly, Emperor Fu's half-closed eyes opened, and a divine light shot out from his eyes, and the entire backyard of the Taoist temple seemed to have become clear.

"Strange, there was a moment just now, a slight turbulence appeared in my mood, and it seemed that something was disturbing me?"

Emperor Fu murmured to himself, a strange light flashed in his eyes. When he reached his realm, his mood was like a rock, without any interference from the outside world. Once there was a turmoil, it would mean that something extraordinary would happen.

At this moment, a strange change occurred in the hazy sky in the sky. The moonlight that enveloped the sky like a thin silver gauze actually twisted and condensed, gradually forming a vortex of moonlight, causing the white clouds in the sky to gather. The clouds gathered more and more, covering the Qingcheng Mountain area like a pot lid.

The most peculiar thing is that the condensing and twisted moonlight also becomes shining, giving people the feeling that the moon has become infinitely close, hidden in the clouds.

Such a vision quickly attracted Emperor Fu's attention.

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Emperor Fu stood on the stone, looking up at the sky, his eyebrows gradually became locked. At his level, his will fit the heaven and earth, and he could sense all kinds of strange fluctuations. Now, these fluctuations seemed to be disturbed by something, making the balanced sky and earth unstable, thus causing this abnormal vision.

Suddenly, the clouds piled up in the sky suddenly cracked, and the spiraling moonlight condensed into a silver hand, and grabbed the emperor Fu below and sucked it down.

This silver hand is like the hand of heaven, containing the infinite power of heaven and earth that makes people reborn and awe. When they are grasping, the fierce and evil winds are swept up, flying sand and stones, trees are bent back, and fallen leaves are flying, making this world feel like it is trapped in a fantasy horror scene.

Hey!

Emperor Fu let out a light exclamation. The scene in front of him was beyond his expectations and had never experienced it. However, he was not an ordinary person after all, but a peerless powerful man who could see the gods through the void.

"There is no fluctuation of thoughts and fluctuations of qi and blood. It should not be an illusion created by martial arts fist. This silver hand is condensed by pure moonlight and air. How could anyone in the world do it?"

Emperor Fu understood that this silver hand was targeting him.

Thinking of this, he activated his qi and blood, and the powerful qi suddenly became turbulent. An indescribable explosive force was released from his body. He immediately pinched his hand into a center of the earth and slammed it hard towards the sky. This punch was like a strong force of the earth core. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, causing the virtual air around the fist to storm, and a substantial chaotic air mass was released from the fist's eyes.

Rumble!

The chaotic air mass suddenly broke out like an embryo, and a void figure rose up, and supported his hands upwards to resist the silver-lighted hand that was grabbing.

This figure is his supreme fist intention and huge qi and blood, and has melted the essence of heaven and earth that has been absorbed for decades, making the soul manifest. The soul is the consciousness, extremely fragile and must be protected. Once he leaves the soul, any slight movement may cause the soul to dissipate.

Even with Emperor Fu's strength, the soul cannot leave the body for too long. After all, every second that consumes qi, blood, fist intention, and essence are really terrifying.

If it weren't for the threat of the Silver Light Hand, he wouldn't have done so.

The void shook, and the silver light gesture that was being grabbed was finally blocked, but Emperor Fu also felt that his soul was smashed hard by an ineffable force, and a lot of the energy that protected the soul suddenly dissipated a lot.

However, the silver hand suddenly scattered.

"This silver-light hand seems to have no intention to maintain the intention of fist. How could it be condensed and formed?"

Emperor Fu used his soul to sense the void and found that the scattered silver-light hand seemed to be an empty shell, without any thoughts, and he was extremely strange in his heart.

Just as Emperor Fu was about to return his soul to the orifice, the scattered moonlight condensed into silver light needles as thin as hairs, and shot towards his soul from all directions.

Emperor Fu snorted coldly in his heart. The light needles he found were not very powerful. He immediately shook his soul and a strange wave spread. Before the silver light needle approached, it turned into light and dissipated. Emperor Fu also took the opportunity to return to the orifice and rushed out of the Taoist temple.

The existence hidden in the dark seemed unwilling to let Emperor Fu go. A whirlwind quietly formed and swept towards Emperor Fu from all directions.

Emperor Fu stopped, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly sank the dantian, exhaling and opening the sound. A strong sound wave came from his mouth, shaking the void, as if spring thunder exploded, and a bolt from the blue, and the whirlwind suddenly scattered.

However, Emperor Fu had not had time to be happy, and more whirlwinds formed, and even an extremely terrifying hurricane rolled in the distance in the sky.

Is it really human control?

Emperor Fu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought of a legend that had never been confirmed. If this legend was true, then the power to control the moonlight of the sky would be endless, and even he could not fight it. What should he do?

Soon, he thought of Ling Yu. Ling Yu, who possesses the power of controlling the earth, might be able to fight against this mysterious power.

So Emperor Fu used his soul to communicate with the world and sent a spiritual call to Ling Yu, who was far away in Chengdu.

The call of the soul can be achieved by the existence of the Danjin level, but the distance cannot be too far. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to use it dozens of miles away from it.

After sending the call of his soul, Emperor Fu immediately focused on the situation in front of him. After all, this mysterious power was powerful, and he could not help but do his best. If there is any mistake, he would die without a place to die. He believed that Ling Yu would soon discover his situation.
Chapter completed!