Chapter 178: The Fighting Madmen vs. the Greenskin Invasion
"damn it!"

Ji Haoyue rode the divine rainbow, like a ray of light.

Behind him was a group of monks who were howling like crazy.

After Ji Haoyue encountered a bloody fight with his own crazy Zhan Fengzi, he understood one thing - Beidou, he didn't know why he went crazy.

Ji Haoyue simply couldn't understand why these cultivators seemed to have their brains eaten by zombies and were fighting against him without any reason.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!" There was a sound from the sky, followed by background music like the BGM of five-colored rays of light, and a monk in a purple robe walked out.

He is tall, with broad shoulders, and his weather-beaten eyes seem to reflect the world.

He is the contemporary Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect.

It seemed that some conditions were met at this moment. After Ji Haoyue and the Yin-Yang Saint looked at each other with passionate eyes, and then thought to themselves that this man was worth a fight, the passerby commentator came out.

These characteristics of the world of immortal cultivation are explained uniquely by passers-by.

In the universe of "Zhan Tian", no matter how magical or strange a thing is, there will always be passers-by who can explain what it is.

Even though their cultivation level is not even as good as that of a saint, and they are so weak that they cannot even withstand a blow from a fighting genius, they can still recognize the materials that even the emperor is interested in, the nine kinds of immortal gold and the mother energy of all things that even the supreme being has not been able to collect according to legend.

Not only that, the explanations given by these professional passers-by also include relevant information on all aspects of the monk, even if the monk was sealed tens of thousands of years ago, hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even in an even longer era.

Anyway, the characteristic of "Zhetian" is that whenever Tianjiao engages in a war, there will inevitably be passers-by commentators.

No matter who the genius is, it is like this; even the supreme being cannot escape this fate.

"It turns out to be the Holy Son of Yin and Yang. It is said that he has mastered the unparalleled magical power of the Yin and Yang Holy Land. It is said that the magical power is a killing power created by a saint in ancient times."

"Ha, you underestimate the Son of Yin and Yang. He has completed a hundred consecutive kills and defeated nearly a hundred geniuses. His fighting spirit has reached the astonishing realm of absolute fighting spirit. With his strength, he can be considered one of the top ten in the Eastern Wasteland!"

"It looks like the Ji family's divine son is in danger!"

"Yeah, who said it wasn't. If he were given a few years, this terrifying Yin-Yang Saint might be able to compete with those seniors! I don't know how the Ji family's Son of God will deal with it."

“Oh, do you think the Ji family’s divine son will lose? He has already entered the realm of absolute fighting will. He has an advantage in cultivation level, magical skills, and even absolute fighting will. How could he lose?”

"Have you forgotten the contest between King Xia Tian and the Buddha? The former had the upper hand in every aspect, yet he was still suppressed by the Buddha under the Five Finger Mountain, waiting for someone with a predestined relationship to unseal him."

The audience below was whispering, while the two monks above began to fight.

As the core of the stage, Ji Haoyue still asked the Son of Yin and Yang.

Why do we fight?

——It’s almost the same idea, even though some fancy words are used, the result is the same.

The Yin-Yang Saint answered with words that spoke as if it were a matter of course.

"Isn't it the result of fighting that makes a genius?"

Ji Haoyue was silent.

Everything he had come into contact with in the past illustrated this truth.

Geniuses are born through battle.

Fight against heaven and earth, crush all along the way, and become the strongest.

Is there anything else besides this?

No more.

He is so thin that he is not even as good as those casual cultivators.

This is the common situation in the holy places of Beidou.

Ji Haoyue in the past was not able to realize this, but under Ye Fan's "guidance", he woke up.

After being challenged again and again by the Ji family disciples, he has become sick of fighting.

Every challenger of yours shouts “Fight, fight, fight” and then burns himself desperately to emit the final light.

At this time, do you think you like to challenge geniuses and fight against strong people?

"Stop talking, come on, let's fight!"

The Yin-Yang Saint put his hands together, and after he took a step forward, the Yin-Yang Qi under his body turned into a divine seal. The God of Heaven pinched his fingers, and the seal carried unimaginable power.

"Get out!" Ji Haoyue frowned and waved his sleeves. In an instant, the divine seal was shattered.

This is just the beginning.

Ji Haoyue walked in the air.

He took nine steps and teleported in front of the Yin-Yang Saint.

Ji Haoyue clenched his fist and swung it down.

The Son of Yin and Yang clasped his hands together, activated his magical power, and used his Taoist magic to achieve subversion. Then he swung his fist and smashed it down.

Nothing much to say, just reveal the cards.

"Absolute fighting spirit 5%, open it!"

Squeezing the power in his body, the Holy Son of Yin and Yang has now stood on the threshold of the Ten Forbiddens.

“Absolute field 5%”

Ji Haoyue was not weaker at all and launched the same attack.

Both of them swung down at the same time, and in the afterimages of their fists and feet, two terrifying beasts were seen fighting each other.

The two giant beasts seemed to open their huge mouths, tearing at each other's fighting spirit and devouring his perceptions, like a gluttonous beast swallowing the sky, terrifying and terrible.

"The fighting spirit takes shape, oh my god!" a passerby shouted.

“I didn’t expect to see the fighting spirit take shape. It’s hard to imagine what a spectacular battle it would be if Tianjiao really unleashed his full power.”

"Hahaha! It really makes my blood boil!"

"Yakouyakou, let's fight!"

Infected by the fighting spirit, these passers-by put aside their so-called watching and commentary, rushed forward with fists waving, and started fighting each other.

At this moment, Ji Haoyue and the Yin-Yang Saint, who were ready to burn their lives to start a new round of bloody battle, stopped and looked at the earth tacitly.

Under the keen gaze of Zhan Yi, they sensed that there was a change on the ground. Because of the collision of Zhan Yi, blood and debris affected this place, causing something to appear here.

Scanning the scene with their spiritual sense, they saw a bunch of green stuff emerging from the ground, and then a green human-like creature walked out of it.

These green creatures waved their fists and feet, roared, and began to fight with the wandering cultivators who were fighting.

At this moment, the scene was extremely chaotic and a mess.

"What is this?" Ji Haoyue found it a little difficult to understand.

Are the changes in Beidou a little too fast?

First there was an absolute will to fight, and now this kind of thing pops up?
"My consciousness tells me that they are food." The Yin-Yang Saint summarized to the greenskins.

From the perspective of cultivating fighting spirit, how big is the difference between him and these greenskins, who feed on the fighting spirit cultivated by other geniuses?

It's nothing more than a relationship of background or something like that.

"Clean it up." Ji Haoyue raised his fist and smashed it in front of him.

Then, these clamoring, endless stream of greenskins were crushed into debris.

Ji Haoyue seemed to have learned everything on his own. The fragments of fighting spirit dropped by the greenskins and the insights of the bloody battles between the casual cultivators appeared in his mind.

“Killing them can help me gain some insights.” Ji Haoyue looked at his hands uncertainly.

His memory told him that all this was true.

"Hahahahaha, kill, kill, fight against heaven and earth!" After the Yin-Yang Saint laughed wildly, he crashed into the ground like a cannonball, and then started a new round of passionate fight with those greenskins.

In the emerald green figure, the Son of Yin and Yang did not have the aura of a genius at all. Instead, he looked like the ultimate killer from some perverted movie, bloody, brutal, and ferocious.

"I'd better go." Ji Haoyue glanced at his snow-white robe. He gave up on being like the Son of Yin and Yang.

Beidou is huge, and people like him are few and far between.

(End of this chapter)