Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 343 White Tiger True Method, Martial Dao Patriarch God

As for this space-time dilemma.

Anyone with a little schooling knows how to break it.

quality!

Enough mass collapses and distorts all time and space!
"I don't have time to play with you, drive!"

In the deep sea, Chuhe's pupils stood upside down, and he let out a loud shout.

boom boom-

Chuhe's own density and mass increased crazily, layers of space-time dimensions were crushed and smashed by him like paper paste, and he had no power to resist, and the blood spears that kept shooting turned into particles on the spot.

In the deep black sea, there are only wildly rotating whirlpools left, like a black hole swallowing up the world, or like a seven-color divine kingdom descending into the abyss, suppressing and dispersing all demonic obstacles and killing calamities.

"Broken!!"

Boom! !

Like layers of iron walls being pierced continuously, the Chu River is like a broken bamboo, pushing all obstacles across and running through one after another.

After the space-time trap, he encountered many killing formations one after another.

Some are star formations, some are puppet formations, each of which is comparable to the emperor, and there are countless strange-shaped deep-sea monsters, etc., there are countless.

But, nothing works!

As he said before, under his power now, he is rampant, no matter how many obstacles are blocked, it will be white snow under the scorching sun, and it will evaporate in the blink of an eye, and there is no way to stop him.

Bo~
Boom! !

In the end, Chuhe broke through the final membrane unstoppably, and came to a warm place where dazzling white light shone like a dream.

"Roar!!"

Chu He returned to his normal state and found that he was now standing in the middle of a white world, with white tigers that seemed to be real and illusory walking back and forth. They had no response to his arrival and seemed to be just illusions.

"Senior Baihu, would you like to come out and see me?"

Chuhe's spirit swept all directions and roared loudly.

He knew that although the white tiger died, his soul still remained. After all, the taboo giant did not die so easily.

"I thought I couldn't wait for this day."

The sounds of vicissitudes of life resounded in the white world, seeming to come from a very far away place, flowing from extremely ancient times to this present age.

The moment he heard the voice, Chuhe tensed up instantly, as if he was facing a big enemy. Anyway, Baihu was a taboo giant-level existence before his death, so he couldn't help but take it seriously.

But the next moment, a strange look appeared on his face.

this sound...

Why is it a woman?

Although at that level, gender is just a cloud.

But people can't help but be a little surprised that the White Tiger, who has been ferocious throughout the ages and whose main focus is on killing power, is actually a woman.

At the same time, the white pupil hidden in the inner world finally appeared.

She seemed to follow some kind of guidance, and walked forward consciously. After thinking about it, Chu He followed behind with a blank expression.

Tranquil, peaceful.

A white world like a fairyland outside the world.

Light smoke drifts, everything is silent.

Chuhe and Baitong kept following the source of the mysterious female voice, and felt a strange power lingering around them, and its influence continued to increase.

Gradually.

It actually made him feel that all his troubles and sufferings had disappeared, and his whole body and soul seemed to have been purified and felt extremely comfortable.

After feeling that power, the four holy spirits in Chuhe revived and roared spontaneously, like a child responding to his mother's call, or like a wanderer who recognizes his ancestors and returns to his clan, jumping for joy and restlessness.

If Chuhe hadn't intervened and suppressed him in time, the power of Taoism would have almost transformed into form, leaving him and returning to his mother.

This power...

Chu He frowned slightly, already had a faint guess in his heart, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace and ran towards the source in front of him.

Bo~
Finally, the two came to the source where the white pure power turned into substance, and took one step forward to enter a new world.

ding dong~

The distant and desolate sound of the piano echoed.

Green hills, green water, huts, falling cherry blossoms.

Among the falling white petals.

The face is gentle and soft, not amazing, even an ordinary woman sitting under the tree, she exudes the misty breath of the ancient holy spirit, like an amiable elder next door, with blue hair blowing in the wind, jade fingers playing the piano, to the two People come with gentle smiles.

"Old Ancestor, you..."

When Bai Tong saw the woman in front of her, she immediately knelt down. She had confirmed her identity, but her mind was a little confused for a while, and she couldn't choose what to say.

Ding~
The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, as if it had been repeated for thousands of years, it suddenly stopped at this moment, making the world completely silent for a while.

The mysterious woman glanced at the two of them, and finally turned her gaze quietly to Bai Tong, with an unspeakable complexity in her beautiful eyes.

"In this era...the tiger clan...sigh..."

After a while, all the complex emotions turned into a helpless sigh, and she asked, "Are you here to seek the true law of the white tiger?"

White Tiger’s true method?

Chuhe was startled, could this be the purpose of Baitong's trip? "Yes, I also ask the ancestor to bestow the law!"

Bai Tong remembered the business, so he said respectfully.

"Yes, the accumulation is almost complete. The only obstacle is the lack of Fa-rectification. It just so happens that I don't have much time..."

Bai Hu's somewhat illusory voice came slowly.

It was only then that Chuhe realized that the obsessed body of the white tiger holy beast had become extremely illusory, and it seemed that it would disappear in the next moment.

"Oh, it's hard for you to find this place."

Bai Hu sighed and raised his hand to stroke Bai Tong's head, knowing that they must have gone through countless hardships to find this place.

As the ancestor of the Tiger Clan, she knows the current situation of the Tiger Clan, which is why she has left a trace of obsession to wait for eternity.

In the gentle stroking movement.

Baihu's body gradually turned into strands of profound and ancient scriptures and principles, like a broken bridge, slowly connecting into Baitong's Taoism to make up for the defects in her Taoism.

The majestic and desolate chanting sound resounded between the heaven and the earth, and the rhyme of the Tao was extremely lofty.

Bai Tong quickly took advantage of this opportunity to refine the inheritance.

When Baitong was refining the highest inheritance of the Tiger Clan, Baihu turned his eyes away from Baitong and finally landed on Chuhe.

"The ancient clan...Wu Tianqiong, are you okay?"

Chu He was stunned, and wanted to answer that he didn't know him, but he seemed to feel that he should know this person, but he had never heard of this name before, and this was the first time he heard it.

Before he knew it, Chuhe seemed to see a giant god standing on the top of the heavens and the source of martial arts coming to watch him with his eyes open.

Rumble~
Mind shakes!

The majestic, majestic and boundless sense of coercion rolls across the ages, overwhelming the sun and the moon, and sweeping the eternal reincarnation!

Thousands of mighty martial arts blasted in his head, and Chu He's whole body's energy and blood, which could not be restrained by all he had practiced and learned, roared wildly.

How does it exist?Just mentioning the name can make the resonance of his current body boil, which is hard to suppress?

Chuhe's face showed shock, and he had a guess about the identity of Wu Tianqiong.

The person in front of me is one of the Four Saints of the Holy Clan in ancient times, and the first generation ancestor of the Saint Clan. Although he failed to break through the supreme existence and fell into the war between gods and demons, his seniority can make him The terrifying being she calls by his first name...

Chu He took a deep breath and his body trembled slightly. He already knew the identity of Wu Tianqiong that the founder of the Four Saints asked about.

Martial arts ancestor god!

The myth of martial arts at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms!
As for now... Chuhe has never seen him before, so he doesn't know if the other party is alright, but all these years, the ancient clan's weakness is due to the irreversible injuries suffered by the ancestor of martial arts.

As for the details, Chuhe, who was unclear, was silent.

Seeing that Chu He was silent for a long time, the woman's eyes dimmed slightly, then disappeared for a moment, then returned to her gentle state, and said with a smile:
"The fact that you have come here proves that the ancient martial arts still exist. Wu Tianqiong must have survived and must be fine."

Chuhe didn't dare to say much, so he could only nod quietly.

But more doubts arose in his heart.

As a witness of that era and a peak giant, the ancestor of the white tiger must know many secrets and be able to solve his confusion.

"Senior, what happened to the ancient clan?" After a moment of calm, Chu He asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

The decline of the ancient clan was sudden without any reason.

This has always been what he didn't understand.

"Feel sorry……"

Bai Hu shook his head apologetically and said: "The me now is just a residual obsession, and the memories I have are only inseparable when I am dying.

"About the matter of the ancient race, my memory is indeed blank, and there is no valuable information."

"Is it?"

Chu He muttered to himself and found nothing.

"Senior, that Four Saints..."

Chu He was shocked when he saw that Bai Hu's body was about to dissipate. The purpose of his trip was for the inheritance of the Four Saints. If the other party disappeared, where should he find these inheritances?
"I sense our breath on you, don't worry, this little guy will lead you to find what you want."

Ruoyouwu's voice entered Chuhe's mind, and the bright world in front of him quickly faded away, and the world was gradually filled with white.

Finally, with a crisp sound, at the end of the heavens, an ancient holy woman dressed in plain white clothes looks back at the familiar and unfamiliar vast world, and the joy, anger, sorrow, joy and anger of the past emerge one by one.

In the end, the gentle smile that turned into the remaining corner of her world seemed to be saying a final farewell to everything that had ever been.

The world returned to normal again, deserted and silent. Chuhe looked at the White Tiger's Tomb, which had become lifeless again, and silently looked at the gray and white snowflakes falling all over the sky.

The only response to him was whimpering.

Bai Tong is still refining, and his aura is getting stronger little by little. I'm afraid it won't be long before the inheritance can be initially successfully refined.

Rumbling--

With the passage of time, the attack of Tianwaitian became more and more fierce. Under the impact of the mighty force of the heavenly soldiers, Taixu Mausoleum was like a boat in a stormy sea, turned upside down and swaying endlessly.

Occasionally, the sound of breaking the rope after being tightened can be heard, and it explodes for nine days and ten places, which lasts for a long time.

Chuhe looked up.

Even from the White Tiger Cemetery, it can be seen that Baji is like cracked black glass, with shocking cracks, and it is already possible to faintly see the scene outside through the riotous time and space.

Obviously, time is running out.

Between thoughts and thoughts.

Bai Tong finally managed to wake up at this moment!

(End of this chapter)