On the road of martial arts incarnation.
Zhao Wuji moved forward slowly.
While looking at the martial arts seniors on both sides, he moved forward, his inner understanding of martial arts slowly rising.
There is even a sense of analogy.
But Zhao Wuji always felt that there was something strange on this avenue of martial arts incarnation, as if there was some great terror ahead.
until……
He saw a black figure.
The other party's body was as dark as ink, like an abyss.
The profound power emanates from its body, fluctuating and spreading, and then evolves into indescribable magnificence.
The moment Zhao Wuji saw the other party, his body was controlled by a powerful force and stopped suddenly.
"Who are you, the latecomer?"
"The road to martial arts has been cut off, why are you here?"
The black figure slowly spoke.
The dark divine light flowing around his body made the avenue beneath his feet tremble.
This is the ultimate expression of strength in this line.
hiss! ! !
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but take a breath of air.
really.
There is also such a person above martial arts.
And judging from the aura, the martial artist seems to be a bit stronger than the Hidden Spirit Sword Immortal.
Of course, the fact that he feels this way does not rule out the possibility that Senior Yinling has not shown his true power, and what he sees and feels is just the tip of the iceberg of his senior.
At the same time, Zhao Wuji noticed the words coming from the man in black who was standing in front and stopped him.
Is the path forward for martial arts closed?
How to say this?
Does it mean that the path forward for martial arts practitioners in the human world has been cut off and there is no room for progress, or...
Zhao Wuji gradually couldn't imagine it.
If it's the former, that's fine, but if it's the latter...
It was the situation he suspected...
There is something wrong with martial arts...
That would be a little too scary.
For a moment, Zhao Wuji fell into deep thought and forgot to reply to the senior man in black in front of him.
The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.
The man in black broke the silence and said, "Who are you and why don't you answer my question?"
Zhao Wuji quickly said: "Senior, please forgive me. Junior Dong Zhuo is a cultivator in the lower world. I was lucky enough to have an epiphany and meet my senior here. When I saw my senior, he had a domineering aura coming towards me. I couldn't help but admire him, so I lost my composure. I still look up to my senior." Forgive me."
As the saying goes, flattering can never be worn, Zhao Wuji did not hesitate to hold people up high.
However, for the sake of safety, it is not advisable to let the other party know your real name when the other party's attitude is unclear and you don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend.
Um.
Anyway, I have more than one name.
I am Xin, the sun, and Dong Zhuo.
I can be more if necessary.
Today, I am Dong Zhuo.
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, the man in black seemed to be somewhat impressed, but after carefully looking at Zhao Wuji, he seemed to have discovered something, and said in surprise: "You have actually cultivated to the extreme state of the Mahayana stage, and there are still monks like you in this world!"
"But why do you still have such a strong aura of swordsmanship in you? Could it be that you still need the blessing of swordsmanship?"
Zhao Wuji's heart sank.
Why did this senior single out Kendo? Did he not want to see Kendo?
Or is there a grudge between martial arts and kendo?
No matter which one it is, the exposed body of my genius sword cultivator may be in danger today.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji did not hesitate to put aside the relationship and said: "Of course not. This junior is a dedicated person and is born with a love for martial arts. If it were not for practicing martial arts in today's world that would lead to immortality, this junior would not even be able to cultivate immortality."
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji asked again: "However, this junior has seen that martial arts is so magnificent and does not seem to be weaker than the immortal way. Why is it now reduced to a mortal body-building technique?"
"The origin of martial arts is ancient, even before the ancient times. It was extremely prosperous in the ancient and ancient times. Even compared with the four paths of immortals, Buddhas, demons and demons, it is not necessarily too weak. There are indeed some reasons for its current decline... "
"Does senior know the reason?"
"This is not something you can have access to now. You are not qualified to know yet, so I can't say anything."
Hear what the other person is saying.
Zhao Wuji felt a familiar feeling coming over him.
He thought for a while and asked: "This junior has already reached the ultimate stage of the Mahayana stage, and will be able to step into the fairyland in the near future. Don't you have the right to have a glimpse of the road behind your senior? What does the senior mean when he says that the road to martial arts is cut off? ?”
The man in black looked at him deeply, and then his tone became cold and ruthless: "Forget it, I am only here to guard the remaining glory of martial arts. Since you want to see it, I will let you see it. I hope you won't regret it... "
As he spoke, the man in black turned slightly sideways.
The scene behind came into view.
Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly dilated.
…
at this time.
Bulao Mountain, in a cave.
Master Yuanji, Yue Jing, Roaring Sky Dog and Xiao Shitou, who loves to drink animal milk, sit together.
In the middle of the flame, which exuded a terrifying temperature, a bronze cauldron entwined with mysterious runes was cooking something, and bursts of milky fragrance emanated from it.
Xiao Shitou, who loved to drink animal milk, took out some clay pots from time to time and poured the bright red liquid into the cauldron.
Suddenly a strange fragrance began to fill the air.
This is the strange fragrance inspired by the boiling milk of Mahayana monsters and the true blood of monsters with ancient bloodlines in the Immortal Mountain. It is very precious. Whether it is an ordinary person or a monk, just one sniff can prolong life.
Xiao Shitou, who loves drinking animal milk, said with a smile: "This is the secret recipe for boiling milk that I learned when I was in Wushuang City. It can stimulate the spirituality in animal milk and demon blood to achieve the best effect."
Yue Jing and Roaring Sky Dog looked into the cauldron curiously.
Frankly speaking, they had actually accepted Xiao Shitou's invitation and consumed animal milk a few months ago.
Although the taste and effect are good, they are not addictive.
They really don't understand why Xiao Shitou is so obsessed with animal milk.
Until now...
They got it!
It turns out there is a secret recipe!
This tastes really good!
At this time, Master Yuanji stared at the boiling beast's milk in the cauldron and said with a smile: "It tastes good, it tastes good. Fellow Taoist Shi is really a person who knows how to taste. It's a pity that there are no descendants of the mythical beast Four-horned Sheep in this immortal mountain. Otherwise, if we could get it, Add some milk and it will definitely taste great..."
Little Shitou raised his eyes and looked at Master Yuanji: "What is a four-horned sheep? Master, do you know where to find its traces? I will catch it."
Master Yuanji said without changing his expression: "Four-legged sheep only appear in the world of mortals. They are rare and rare, but their milk is extremely delicious. It would be a pity not to taste it once in your life."
"It's just that the poor monk only encountered him a few times while traveling around the Huaihe River and the famous river in Jiaofang. I'm afraid I can't give guidance to fellow Taoists."
Xiao Shitou nodded, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
Yue Jing understood instantly.
But he said nothing.
He was afraid that Master Yuanji would be slapped to death by a small stone.
Because based on his understanding of small stones...
Xiao Shitou really loves animal milk and has a wide range of recipes.
But food is limited to non-humanoid creatures, and milk is limited to animal milk.
The master has always been a bit unscrupulous, and the four-legged sheep he talks about is probably not a serious monster, and I am afraid that it will not be accepted by Xiao Shitou.
Roaring Sky Dog stared at the boiling liquid in the bronze cauldron with great energy.
Drooling.
The atmosphere between the three people and the dog gradually became more delicate.
The false gods who claimed to be gods in Bulao Mountain outside the cave finally came up with strange thoughts under the high pressure of the small stones.
…
the other side.
Within the nameless mountain range, there are hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers stationed in the camp.
Fumotian Shenyihe was covered in blood.
The purple armor on his body was in tatters, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
He exuded an extremely masculine and terrifying aura.
There was billowing black mist all over his body, as if he was possessed by a demon.
The heavenly soldiers guarding the area were trembling with fear.
They all wished they were deaf and blind and had never seen anything.
Who could have imagined that things would evolve to this point?
At first it was just because of a teenager.
Then another boy came.
Finally a third boy appeared.
Their leader, the Demon-Suppressing God of Immortal Court, was seriously injured several times and was reduced to this.
Of course, they can also understand that the evil thoughts generated when the mind is suppressed to the extreme can devour any living being, even immortals.
But the devil can be possessed by the god of subjugation...
What a terrible thing!
It’s really hard to imagine what will happen next!
"It's so scary. The aura emanating from the god can kill me."
"Help, my body is about to burst. Does God want to kill us too?"
"Help me, help me, help... help me."
The heavenly soldiers communicated with their eyes.
Although he was trembling with fear and his body cracked under the pressure of Yihe's breath, he still endured without saying a word.
As for the other creatures inside and outside the mountain range, they naturally could not escape and were even more miserable.
Many beings with weaker cultivation levels were exploded into blood mist in an instant, leaving no bones or residue behind.
Even the great monks above the Hedao stage are cracking in their bodies and souls at this moment.
"It still doesn't work. The young man seriously injured the immortal god, but he also suffered more serious injuries and ran away. Now it affects us..."
"Oh, how dare mortals compete with immortals and gods? It's fine now. He is gone, and we will all die because of him..."
"I didn't expect that one day, I, the little girl who is wearing my clothes, would end up falling because of being affected by others..."
The monsters and monks nearby were talking about it.
Immortals are immortals, truly invincible.
Even if the opponent is the genius of the human race!
They/they now hate the young man who came to challenge them. If it weren't for him, maybe they/they could live a little longer.
same moment.
In a large tomb.
The illusory figure of the ancient elf spirit Old Ghost suddenly appeared with a young man with a glowing forehead.
The old ghost looked at the fainting young man and couldn't help but sigh.
well.
The little master is still too weak.
Although the ice bow and black arrows it refines are said to be able to kill the Immortal Lord even if a mortal can pull them apart.
But that's just theory.
Real combat is not that simple.
Moreover, the little master does not have enough faith. Even if he can barely draw it to full capacity when his emotions are intense, it will be difficult for him to exert the true power of the ice bow and black arrow...
Still a little too eager.
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