Kill the Great Wall of Martial Arts from me

Chapter 232
In the gray sky, Feng Ling frowned. She had tried several times and found that she was completely trapped in this world.

Communicating with the remnants around, only to find that none of the remnants have complete memories.

What is certain is that these remnant souls were all artificially raised, devouring a large amount of flesh and blood, which is why there is such a bloody aura permeating the air.

How could a little divine fire warrior carry such a treasure of the heavenly cave.

The Saint Realm can already cross the void and open the space at will, but it is just a matter of a snap of the fingers.

Even if it is, she has only a trace of remnant soul left, but she still has some means of the saints, and she can't break through the space here.

Even the space of this gray and white world cannot be shaken at all.

Such a stable space is enough to show that this cave-like treasure must be at least a top-notch holy artifact.

A small martial artist in the Divine Fire Realm actually has a holy weapon with him.

This seems abnormal.

I thought that the little martial artist who possessed it casually at the beginning did not expect to hide it so deeply.

"You may not know what kind of existence I am, Qingwu Mountain. My core disciple of Qingwu Mountain has a status comparable to that of a saint in the outer domain."

"It is possible to become the core disciple of my Qingwu Mountain, the holy law, Wang Ce, or even become a disciple of the great sage, or even the king."

……

Listening to the voice in the gray sky, Li Shenzhi looked at all this indifferently.

The bronze coffin is his greatest secret, which is different from his taking out the purified demon blood. The soul of the saint who entered it already knows his greatest secret, so how could he let it out.

What's more, this remnant soul has already turned into such a miserable state, with arrogance and aloofness in his words, as if giving alms.

This made Li Shenzhi very unhappy.

"This spiritual treasure in the cave is so lonely, it seems that the previous generation of weapon spirits has fallen, and the new weapon spirit has not yet been conceived.

My Qingwu Mountain has the method of incubating the spirit of the weapon, which can help you conceive the spirit of the weapon and further control this spiritual treasure. "

In the gray sky, Feng Ling tried to lure out the little god fire who controlled this spirit treasure.

However, since she came in, she has made all kinds of efforts, but she has not received any response, which made her frown stand coldly, and her displeasure burst out.

It's a pity that Li Shenzhi is not used to her at all, and now he is trapped in the bronze coffin, thinking that he is a saint.

"You were caught out of the game by the beggar old ghost, which is enough to show that you have a good talent.

In today's Northern Wilderness, talented warriors may not be a blessing.

The road to fighting for the front in martial arts is cut off, and the monster clan is watching. The stronger the talent you show in the northern wilderness, the faster you will die in the end.

Even if the monsters don't kill you, the Great Dragon Palace of Zhenshizong in the Northern Wilderness is already dead in name only, and you can't enter the Dragon Palace to practice. "

Suppressing the anger in her heart, Feng Ling continued to persuade, as long as she could tell the owner of the moving treasure, let her out.

It's just a magic fire, and it will be easy to handle it when the time comes.

"The Southern Wilderness where I, Qingwu Mountain is located, will have peace for a long time, and only then will you have room for further development.

Becoming my core disciple of Qingwu Mountain is enough for you to break the third martial arts ban, so you have a [-]% chance of being promoted to a saint.

In addition, being relied on by me on Qingwu Mountain, I will be promoted to Yuanshen within a hundred years, and I will definitely be promoted to Saint in the future, and I will get the same elder status as me.

Even the owner of Qingwu Mountain may not have no chance to fight for it. "

"Tell me everything you know."

At this time, Li Shenzhi's voice sounded in the gray sky, and Feng Ling's expression shook when he heard the sound.

Finally, I waited until I spoke.

"Young man, I am the elder of Qingwu Mountain Saint, let me go, and I will take you back to the Southern Wilderness, and then you will be the core disciple of my mountain gate."

It is impossible to release it, this concerns Li Shenzhi's own foundation.

But the remnant soul of a saint is really difficult for him at the moment.

If you want to start with the bronze coffin, you will have to pay for it with the method of skinning this week.

Although, the amount of demon blood in his hand now has reached [-].

But after all, the Divine Fire Realm is only at the fifth level, and this divine soul exists at the seventh level.

If you want to step up and make a move, it will consume a lot of money.

Worth it or not, he is thinking.

The memory of a saint is absolutely as vast as a cloud of smoke, and his understanding of the land of Yongzhou must be more clear than what he knows.

After thinking for a while, Li Shenzhi made a decision in his heart.

Right now, he has already entered the bureau called the Beggar Old Ghost, staying in one area to develop his power, the more he knows about the outside world, the better.

……

"Give you three breaths, and tell me the reason why you appeared."

Hearing the sound, Feng Ling frowned, and a trace of evil spirit appeared between her brows.

Little Shenhuo dared to speak to her like this.

If she was still in her prime, the warrior who dared to be so disrespectful would have been beheaded by her with a snap of her fingers, and her soul would have to be pulled out and burned to refine it.

"Young man, do you really think that this deity is trapped, and this deity is an elder of the Qingwu Mountain Saint Realm..."

Click!

In an instant, a ray of thunder bloomed in the gray sky above the sky.

The violet-blue thunder was blazing, turning into a hook shape, and falling down in the air.

"what--"

Immediately, while Feng Ling was dodging, the thunder accurately slashed on her body, and immediately a large piece of soul power was shattered.

"Ah—Little Shenhuo, how dare you defy the Holy Spirit!"

"I'm an elder of Qingwu Mountain. If this deity falls, other elders will definitely come to Qingwu Mountain. By then, you will die without a place to bury you."

Fengming, who turned into a ball of red energy, quickly swept through the gray and white space, exuding an aura of terror.

However, she found that no matter how he avoided it, the levitating Thunder was still firmly locked on her.

Right now, she already has a wisp of remnant soul left. The only way is to return to the Southern Wilderness Sect, pass through the sect's spiritual land for cultivation, and then seize the body and be reborn. There is only a [-]% chance that she can survive the death catastrophe.

But trapped here, can only wait to die.

Now, being struck down by the terrifying thunder, most of the remnant soul was chopped off again, which greatly accelerated the process of destruction.

"I am the elder of Qingwu Mountain. I have the imprint of the holy soul left at the mountain gate. If I die, the sect will definitely search for you and find you."

"You and I are of the same clan. You are so vicious and vicious at such a young age. Don't you have any camaraderie in your heart?"

"You have one more chance."

Seeing the scurrying Feng Ling, Li Shenzhi moved the bronze coffin again.

The blow that severely damaged the remnant soul of the saint just now consumed [-] demonic blood in the bronze coffin.

If it wasn't for the high quality of the saint's soul, why would he be so troublesome, just do a soul search.

Looking at the sky above the gray sky, the blue-purple thunder was aroused again, Feng Ling was so frightened that her face turned pale.

This little divine fire really has the ability to completely annihilate her.

What's even more frightening is that not only does he have this ability, but he also has this courage.

With the help of the innate Luan Luan secret technique, the remaining soul power is less than one percent of what it was in its heyday.

If he is struck by lightning again, even if he is not wiped out, the chance of rebirth will be infinitely reduced.

"Tell me about your history."

Sensing Feng Ling's panic, Li Shenzhi was also unwilling to consume his demon blood reserve.

"Ben... I am the Holy Phoenix Spirit of Qingwu Mountain."

"Why did the purpose of coming to Beihuang appear in that overlapping area?"

Hearing the sound, Feng Ling hesitated.

"A few old fellows in Yongwang Palace were planning a conspiracy in secret. I was ordered to follow them, but I didn't expect that I would finally follow their way and become a sacrifice for them to sacrifice to the formation."

"Little friend, just like you, I was plotted by the old guy in Yongwang Palace..."

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"You let me out and go back to the Southern Wilderness, and what I promise you will definitely count."

Feng Ling did not forget to trick Li Shenzhi and let her out.

Through Feng Ling's mouth, Li Shenzhi also probably knew the cause and effect of the incident, and he was involved in the internal struggle in Yongwang Palace.

At the same time, it is also clearer that today's Yongzhou land has long been turned into an attack from various domains, each fighting for its own sake.

Zhenshi Dazong, who used to sit in Yongzhou, was full of internal conflicts and internal strife.

In the past, the five major masters of the world who were ordered by Tiandi Mountain were the protectors of the land of Yongzhou and the guides of the younger generation.

They have the responsibility of discovering and cultivating geniuses in their respective regions.

For example, the battle for the strongest genius in Yongzhou is the most powerful event in Yongzhou. There are [-] martial arts tripods, representing the [-] strongest geniuses and monsters.
The recipients of the [-] divine tripods in each generation claim to have the appearance of a young king.

It means that these people have the appearance of kings, and they have the opportunity to be promoted to the supreme king in the future.

In fact, the fact has developed in this way over the long years.

When they were young, [-]% of the supreme kings promoted in the Yongzhou domain had seized the Martial Dao Divine Cauldron, which symbolized the strongest genius in Yongzhou.

Now, this task of selecting geniuses has existed in name only, and it has been completely cut off in Beihuang.

There is no ascending channel.

At this moment, Li Shenzhi thought of the world sealed off by the monster clan that he saw from the mark of the martial arts battle ban.

All of a sudden, there are mixed feelings in my heart.

……

"When will you let me out?"

"After I become a saint."

Leaving a word behind, Li Shenzhi withdrew his divine consciousness, and if he wanted to blame it, he would blame this holy man and possessed him.

He can't confirm it now, whether what this person said is true or not, let's prove it slowly in the future.

Leaning in the opened cave, Li Shenzhi thought silently, and two spiritual objects shining with colorful divine lights appeared in front of him.

"Yongwang Palace, Qingwang Jianzong."

"One thousand and two hundred regions in the Northern Wilderness."

"Shenlong Palace..."

The colorful divine light reflected in his eyes for a long time.

What is Xiuwu doing?
Protect thousands of lights.

This question can be answered in the affirmative by any warrior in the Dragon Worship Small World.

When it comes to the Great Wilderness, what to do with martial arts, and return to the era when the road was difficult and the land where the human race lived, you will also get the answer to protect the reproduction of the race.

The words are different, but the meaning is the same.

However, today's Yongzhou seems to have forgotten the mark of the most primitive era.

Looking at the two colorful keepsakes, Li Shenzhi looked thoughtful, how could it be possible to work for these two.

Once again, he sensed two fetishes. He didn't know if it was an illusion.

From Qingwang Jianzong's fetish, he sensed a very faint feeling of repulsion, as if there was an aura that strangers should not enter, which made him very uncomfortable.

Among the fetishes in Yongwang Palace, there is a trace of decay, like an old warrior who is about to rot.

At this moment, Li Shenzhi was thinking about two issues, whether he could integrate these two keepsakes into one, whether he could occupy the magpie's nest, or use a new one.

No matter how decayed and corrupt the Yongwang Palace is, it is also the most powerful Zhenshi Dazong in Yongzhou.

According to what the Fengling saint said, there are more than a dozen saints in this group of Yongwangdian, and their strength is still very strong.

Therefore, it is still very useful to wear the skin of Yongwang Palace.

What he was thinking was, with the help of the skin of Yongwang Palace, he could do the business of competing for the palace.

Before there is no strength, borrow the skin to use it, first wait for it, and then throw away the skin when the strength is strong.

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Bronze coffin, in the gray sky.

Feng Ling was silent, her brows were furrowed, and her breath was very restless.

After being promoted to a saint, she has never suffered such grievances.

"Tell me about the five-color fetish."

At this moment, Li Shenzhi's voice fell.

Then, he handed the old beggar a five-colored fetish to each of them, and he also said it.

"Jianzong Order!"

Feng Ling exclaimed, she was killed when the formation was activated, leaving only the remnant soul to escape.

At the back, I wanted to escape by possessing Li Shenzhi, but I didn't expect to be trapped here, so I naturally didn't know what happened next.

"So that's it. It turns out that the old guy from Yongwang Palace wanted to restart the stove. He even took out the five-color divine soil that was once bestowed by Tiandi Mountain."

"Let me tell you, if you use this sacred soil to establish a sect, it is equivalent to becoming a vassal of Yongwang Mountain."

"This is the embodiment of the legal order of our human race. I, Qingwu Mountain, inherited the emperor's order from Tiandi Mountain, carried the five-colored sacred soil, and turned it into the Qingwu Shejitai.

At the beginning, these things did not happen overnight. It took a long time to continuously migrate the blood of the human race and open up places for reproduction.

Every human race that has migrated to a new region will take part of the five-color sacred soil from the Qingwu Sheji Platform.

In this way, it gradually evolved into the Southern Wilderness [-] Regions.

In Beihuang, the Shenlong Palace back then was the same as my Qingwu Mountain. It took a long time to open up the [-] regions of Beihuang. "

"What do you mean, every human region has a piece of sacred land?"

"Yes, that's natural. The human race opened up borders and established a family. The five-colored sacred soil is the evidence, and it is integrated into the depths of the earth, and it is closely related to every human race."

"Once upon a time, when the human race was at its peak, all warriors with the most blood in battle among the human race could sense the existence of the five-color divine soil in the region, which is the embodiment of the lifeblood of the human race.

But it's not going to work now, there are fewer and fewer human blood warriors, and most of the five-color sacred soils in various regions are silent. "

"Can the five-color divine soils from different regions blend together?"

"You want to ask, will the sacred soil of Yongwang Palace in your hand and the divine soil of Shenlong Palace that originally existed in the Northern Territory be repulsed?"

Feng Ling's eyes turned and she looked at the sky. She knew that she was being watched by some little god at the moment.

"I can't answer you about this question, after all, I haven't done this either."

"However, in today's northern wilderness of Yongzhou, the human race is sinking, and the blood of the battle is not visible. It is not easy to attract the five-color divine soil."

"You can take the five-color sacred soil of Yongwang Palace in your hand and try to see if it will lead to the sacred soil of Shenlong Palace. After all, the five-color Sheji Terrace of Shenlong Palace has been silent for a long time. No one knows that this sacred object It was completely silent in some corner of the Northern Wilderness.

Maybe, for so many years, with the silence of the Dragon Palace, the five-color sacred soil that has been integrated into the various regions of the Northern Wilderness has lost the nourishment of the human race's battle blood, and has long been silent again, turning into ordinary soil. "

(End of this chapter)