Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

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  Wu Chong glanced at these jars and had a clearer understanding of the two guys, Sea Territory Guardian and Miserable Taoist. These two guys are both old antiques at a hidden level. One is a puppet maker, and the other is a maker of sea creatures.

He is considered an explosive player.

It's no wonder that they talked to him about the rules before, since most of the world of love was 'invested' in their construction.

Walking along the corridor, Wu Chong kept scanning the large jars around him with his spiritual consciousness.

Inside the jar were the shrimp soldiers and crab generals he had seen in the sea before, as well as some unformed limbs, and even further inside. Wu Chong also saw creatures like the dragon girl and the green turtle, but these guys only had bodies and no The soul fluctuates.

When he looked over, the life forms in the jar would also open their eyes and look at him curiously.

This strange feeling is like an unformed embryo. Although it is not a complete life, it already has some simple instincts.

After walking a few more steps, Wu Chong suddenly saw a familiar face. He stopped in front of the jar.

The liquid in this jar is darker than the other jars. Through the dark liquid, only a rough outline can be seen. But with Wu Chong's spiritual awareness, he could naturally tell at a glance that the person soaking in the jar was the miserable Taoist who had interacted with him on the battlefield before.

This old guy is plotting the presence of the Sea Guardian, and similarly, the Sea Guardian is also plotting his power.

The two are the same.

It's just that the miserable Taoist was lucky enough to save his life. The guardian of the sea area was pinched to death by Wu Chong, and his inheritance was inherited by Wu Chong.

"what are you doing?"

The dark monster over there who had finished feeling sad flew over curiously and circled around the jar. He didn't understand why Wu Chong stopped here. He didn't know the Guardian of the Sea. To him, the Guardian of the Sea was just a rising star. The first generation of Guardian of the Sea had already gone to the seventh level of the mirage.

In five thousand years, too many things have changed.

"The contents of this jar are all refined mirage pollution, which is more poisonous than the jar I was soaked in."

Wu Chong ignored the dark monster and stretched out his right hand to place it on the jar.

The cold tank couldn't stop him. His palm still stayed on the surface of the tank, but a translucent illusory palm also appeared inside the tank. After the palm entered the black liquid, it went straight towards the head of the 'miserable Taoist'.

Swish!
  The 'miserable Taoist' who was still in standby mode suddenly opened his eyes.

His hands suddenly lifted up and he grabbed Xuan Huan's arm fiercely. The illusory palm without substance was actually grasped by him. The next moment, the 'miserable Taoist' opened his mouth fiercely and bit into the illusory palm that he grabbed.

Bang! !

There was a crisp sound, as if the teeth were biting on steel, the sound actually popped out.

In the blink of an eye, the grasped palm seemed to come alive. Under the dull eyes of the dark monster, the palm twisted and changed little by little. The five fingers and arms continued to grow outwards, and finally turned into a A delusional monster full of tentacles. Countless densely packed tentacles wrapped the 'miserable Taoist' inside in a counter-encirclement manner.

A large number of suckers emerged from the tentacles and began to swallow them in reverse.

Pollutants and poisons poured into the tentacles, and strangely, the thing made a pleasant sound.

The wrapped 'miserable Taoist' struggled wildly. He is a substitute for the Guardian of the Sea. He must have absorbed the power of the miserable Taoist himself. Now it has completely exploded, and he seems to be unable to suppress it.

Fortunately, the jar had precautions, and the surface immediately lit up with dense immortal inscriptions. Not only that, more black liquid was stimulated from the tube next to it, and was poured into the jar, starting to suppress the crazy 'miserable Taoist'.

After a while, the miserable Taoist's struggle stopped.

The 'miserable Taoist' copied in the jar disappeared, leaving only a twisted and ferocious monster. The monster swam happily in the jar. The black liquid, which was regarded as highly poisonous by countless immortal monks and even feared by mirage monsters, was like a nutrient solution in the monster's mouth, and he drank it in large gulps.

During this period, they also danced happily.

"The taste is good, but a little lacking."

Feeling the powerful delusion monster inside, Wu Chong's eyes showed a little regret. The dark monster next to him no longer dared to speak.

Even the clone of the 'miserable Taoist' has been eaten. Eating him, a waste that has been sealed for thousands of years, is not as easy as eating a chicken leg? He had a feeling that the things eaten by those monsters would never be able to come back to life again, because their 'existence' was also eaten. Disappear completely! After thinking about this, he made a swallowing motion, glanced at the monster in the jar, and then at Wu Chong's right hand.

Quietly took a step to the side.

He remembered that the monster inside the jar came out of his right hand.

Wu Chong ignored the small movements of the dark monster. He found some valuable 'nutrition' in the remaining jars, put all the delusional monsters in his hands, and added a feast to them all.

He didn't turn around and return until almost all the valuable replicas inside were eaten.

The dark monster followed silently, as obedient as a tame little puppy.

"I remember you told me that you know the information about the road to eternity."

Wu Chong, who was walking in front, asked without looking back.

"I don't like food, Rouchai!"

As soon as he heard Wu Chong's voice, the dark monster knelt down directly and trembled on the ground, without any trace of the arrogance it had when it deceived Wu Chong before.

"What a mess."

The boss gave him a kick impatiently.

After being kicked, the dark monster quickly came to his senses and knew that the boss was not trying to eat him, so he immediately got up happily, licking his face and replied.

"I was bragging."

"Ok?"

Wu Chong paused in his steps.

"It's not all bragging. As the first [-]-year-old Mirage, I have been to the seventh floor of Mirage." The dark monster was excited and immediately told everything he knew.

The division between Immortal Palace and Mirage did not exist from the beginning.

The time when the Immortal Mansion was born was only more than six thousand years ago. Before that, there was only one place in this world, and that was the mirage.

At that time, there was only a mirage in the lower world.

After the birth of Immortal Mansion, the two sides began to consciously separate, but this separation was not completed. According to the description of the pitch-black monster, starting from the seventh level of the world, the Immortal Mansion and the Mirage Sea are not separated. In other words, the seventh floor of Mirage and the seventh floor of Immortal Mansion are actually the same place.

"What does this have to do with the eternity you're talking about?"

"Have!"

The dark monster suddenly stopped.

He recalled the power that gave him spirituality when he was first born.

It still doesn't know what that power is. Not only him, no one in Mirage or Immortal Mansion knows the source of that power.

They only know that that power has existed since the beginning of eternity, and those beings standing at the top have been chasing it, and this group of people also gave this power a name, called the Will of the Beginning.

"When I was on the seventh level of the mirage, I once met an ancient man. He said that the path to eternity in the world is the same. As long as you can assimilate yourself with Taichu, you will gain true eternity."