"The will of God has declined?"

Jiang Ji was stunned at first, and then he realized.

According to the previous words of the Lord Wanyue Palace, the divine will contains the will that a person has learned and runs through his martial arts.

Even though Jiang Ji received all the memories of Ye Wugui, he was not Ye Wugui after all.

He can fully accept the realm of the body and blood, but the realm of the spiritual and spiritual aspects is still his original realm.

Of course, after receiving Ye Wugui's memory, he gained more knowledge about divine will and understood clearly what he still lacked, so he also gained a lot.

For Jiang Ji, divine will is the will of martial arts. To obtain the divine will of oneself, one must understand one's mind and understand one's nature and integrate what one has learned.

Jiang Ji had long understood his pursuit, but he was still in the accumulation stage and had learned a lot, and he had not even completed the summary and sorting. It was a bit far from integrating it.

But lacking divine will does not mean that Jiang Ji is weak now.

Realm is realm, and combat power is combat power.

Although the divine will can absorb more of the energy of heaven and earth for your own use, and every punch and kick can be blessed, making the moves more powerful, the basics determine everything.

Just like strengthening weapons in the game, even if you strengthen them many times, you often cannot compare to the unenhanced divine equipment.

Jiang Ji believed that as long as he could recover, with the bonus of the two major talents, his combat power would only be stronger than before Ye Wugui.

Mu Qingfeng was also excited: "The mental damage is extremely difficult to heal. I am afraid that you will only be like this within two or three years. I thought Mr. Han's disciple had lied to me before, and it turned out that the worst injury was not in the body."

Jiang Ji was too lazy to explain, so they could misunderstand it.

"I don't know if I will be hunted down all the time, but you two are dead today!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ji stepped heavily on the ground, and took a step forward and had already crossed five or six feet away. He appeared in front of the two of them, and then punched them out with both fists.

The domineering fist force rolled up streams of air, as if two vajras were rushing out straight, simple and direct.

The sword light rose again, like lightning flashing across the sky, flashing in one flash.

On the other side, the dragon elephant's hissing sound came again, and Dehui completely ignored the failure just now and actually fought with Jiang Ji head-on.

Bang!

When his fists were touched, Monk Dehui was hit by lightning and spit out a large mouthful of blood. His whole body fell out like a rag sack, lying on the ground without moving.

Jiang Ji just shook his body without any damage.

The sudden appearance of sword light seized this opportunity and suddenly appeared. The moment when he was about to touch his fist, he suddenly jumped and then slashed directly on Jiang Ji's neck.

A trace of blood flashed across his neck, and then the knife could no longer move forward.

Jiang Ji's neck was impacted by the force on the knife, and he took a step back, spread his five fingers as he moved it, grabbed the blade, and then twisted it, and the sword made by the famous artist suddenly turned into a trick.

Mu Qingfeng immediately let go, then stepped back quickly with his toes on the ground.

Jiang Ji held the knife that had become a trick, and put his hands in the middle. The knife made of refined steel suddenly turned into an iron ball, and was then thrown out by him.

The extremely fast sound of breaking through the air was like a deadly note, and the iron ball teleported in front of Mu Qingfeng.

He subconsciously blocked it with his hands, and then a hot temperature came from his arms, and a burning smell of meat spread out, followed by an extremely powerful force.

Under the huge force, the bones were broken, and the iron ball hit Mu Qingfeng's chest with his arm.

Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but retreated, and finally hit a pillar.

In an instant, the inn, which had been trampled by many people's fights, immediately made a sound of overwhelming pressure.

Seeing that the inn was about to collapse, everyone in the inn immediately ran out desperately.

After a while, the inn collapsed, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky.

As for Mu Qingfeng and Deokyo, they were buried inside, and in their state, they were absolutely dead.

Longxiang Temple, Ziyang Sect, Zangjian Palace, Yulong Guard, and all died not long after they were besieged by the four subordinate forces of the Xieji Sect, which were several times their own number.

The number of people is not comparable, and the experts are not even comparable. Of course, the only thing that will meet them in the end is defeat.

"Master, are you really mentally injured?"

Li Ruofei looked worried.

Monk Dehui and Mu Qingfeng said it loudly before, so they naturally heard it.

Jiang Ji nodded without hesitation. He didn't know where his divine will was. Once he fought with the master, he would be noticed and could not be concealed at all, so there was a good reason.

It's better than saying that someone else came.

"What should I do?"

Jiang Ji shook his head helplessly: "This is not a terminal illness. What are you worried about? You just need to spend some time resting."

"But after this trouble today, people in the martial arts world know that Master, you are mentally injured. How could they miss such a good opportunity and give Master you time to rest? I'm afraid just like the old monk said, there will be endless pursuit in the future."

Jiang Ji laughed, and his eyes swept over everyone present and said, "Except for a few people in this world, who can defeat me even if my will decline?

Look at those two people. If anyone dares to come, their fate will only be even worse."

Everyone became much more at ease in an instant. Indeed, if Jiang Ji said the same thing, even if the spirit of the gods was weak, there would be few people in the world who were better than him.

Jiang Ruoyu, who was learning about what mental injuries were, thought of listening to the piano music.

"So that's the case. I was a little confused before. Why can I enhance my strength by listening to the piano music? Now it seems to be useful to my injury, allowing him to temporarily recover from his state."

Jiang Ji didn't know what everyone was thinking, but he knew that he had temporarily comforted these people.

As for hunting down or something, Jiang Ji didn't care much, after all, he hadn't had a lot of things during this period.

However, the pursuit may affect the recovery of injuries, which makes Jiang Ji unable to accept it.

"It seems that only by returning to the Xieji Sect as soon as possible, using the right place and harmony between people, blocking many dangers, and then recovering from the injury as soon as possible, otherwise it will be endless. I don't know when the injury will recover."

Feeling the aggravated injuries when fighting with the old monk, Jiang Ji couldn't help but think of it.

But the most urgent task now is to find a place to rest and spend tonight.

Jiang Ji ordered: "Count all the losses and then give the money to the inn shopkeeper.

Let’s find some people to stay for one night and leave after dawn.”
Chapter completed!