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

Time passed, and two hundred years passed in a flash.

Within two hundred years, the structure of the Immortal Mansion was completely stable, and the mirage also retreated. The Immortal Mansion has entered an unprecedented period of stability. The once prosperous ‘Butian Sect’ was defined as a cult under the joint efforts of Wu Chong and Miserable Taoist.

Countless senior officials of the Immortal Mansion were involved, causing a major reshuffle of the upper-level forces in the core area of ​​the Immortal Mansion. Countless old faces retreated and new faces came up. Many monks in Heifeng Village began to occupy high positions. Even the Dragon King became the master of a palace because of Wu Chong, not to mention Gui An and others. The main hall was all divided up.

Over the next hundred years, monks from the Sea of ​​Chaos came one after another.

After Wu Chong completed the structure of Black Wind Village, Lian Xing and Ling Zhujun both passed through the Ultimate Gate one after another. Unlike Yan Jiu, the people who came behind them did not experience the suppression of the Immortal Mansion's aura, but were directly dragged to the area where Black Wind Village was located. Their strength was not suppressed. With Wu Chong's help, these cross-border people quickly adapted to the environment and gradually took root here.

The power of Black Wind Palace is growing.

With the passage of time, it slowly developed into the core of the Immortal Mansion like the Zhengyi Palace.

The sea area of ​​​​the Mirage seemed to have completely lost its vigor after the last battle, and no powerful Dream Lord appeared again.

"This is an invasion."

In the mirage desert, Shou, dressed in gray and white cloth, was carrying a black mud bucket, with an even more tired expression on his face. In the area in front of him, space fluctuations appeared again.

There are new bugs sneaking in.

Looking at the black air dispersing in the air, he felt helpless.

Over the years, he has been mending the gaps in the world, but the holes are filling more and more, and the gaps in the world are getting bigger and bigger.

The 'Butian Sect' that was attached to him has been increasingly declining over the years under the joint suppression of Taoist Misery and Wu Chong. It has long lost the momentum of the largest sect in the past. Those who are still in the sect now have Is his die-hard loyalist.

"Holy Lord, we can't bear it any longer."

A Budian Sect monk knelt beside 'Shou'. Now, there were only two hundred people from the Butian Sect, even if they were full, there were not enough. The top sect that once spread throughout the Immortal Mansion and even the Mirage Sea has declined to this point in less than two hundred years. Now the monks of Butian Sect don't dare to use their identities when walking outside, and they live like rats in the ditch.

This environment has forced the power of Butian Sect to further shrink. Among the younger generation of monks, few are willing to join the "Butian Sect". There are also some extremists who continue to betray their whereabouts in exchange for high-ranking officials in the Immortal Mansion. A reward is offered.

"We have united with the Dream Lords in the sea area and are preparing to eradicate the Black Wind Village's forces in the swamp area first, and then declare war on them to regain our lost home in one fell swoop!"

Another black-robed monk raised his head, emotions flashing in his eyes.

It's hate!

In two hundred years, too many people died.

If someone died in Black Wind Village, the Butian Sect would naturally die as well. Many of these people are the brothers of this group of monks, and even family members of Taoist monks. At this point, neither side wants to stop.

This hatred can only end if one of the parties dies completely.

"Go."

Mamoru raised his head and looked at the gray-white sky above, suddenly feeling a sense of powerlessness.

Maybe he should have gone to the seventh floor like those people.

Can simple repairs really save the world?

For a moment, 'Shou' wavered. As an Ancient, this is an almost impossible emotion, as they are a bunch of bigots. But 'Shou' was really shaken, because the destruction of the world was intensifying, and he felt like he was rapidly sliding into the abyss. He simply cannot withstand this downward trend on his own.

"You take care."

The three monks on the ground kowtowed heavily to ‘Shou’.

As people who have been following Shou, they know the sacrifices of the Holy Lord better than anyone else. In the eyes of the Holy Lord, there are no small enmities in the world, only great love. They cannot reach this state, and they will never be able to reach it.

They are just a bunch of vulgar people, vulgar people swayed by hatred.

What I want to do most now is revenge! Let those scumbags from Black Wind Village and Immortal Mansion pay with their blood!

Three months later.

A large-scale war broke out in the mirage. The three dream masters of Heifeng Village in the swamp area were besieged by a group of mysterious strong men. Although the three of them broke through and became the Great Dream Master with the help of Wu Chong, possessing top-level combat power, under the absolute suppression of numbers, they still drank in hatred and no one escaped.

The Black Wind Village in the swamp area was burned to the ground.

The Immortal Mansion stronghold was also looted, and not a single board was left behind.

On the scorched earth, the 'immortal texts' arranged by Black Wind Village and Immortal Mansion were uprooted.

The Bull Head Dream Lord and Spider Silk Dream Lord who guarded these areas were skinned, and the Liujia Dream Lord had his head chopped off, and his body was bruised and ashes scattered. The Immortal Mansion suffered heavy casualties. Lihuo Immortal Lord died, and several Great Immortal Lords from the Miserable Taoist sect disappeared.

The Great Dream Lord of the Sea, who had been dormant for more than two hundred years, suddenly went crazy. He united with a group of immortal monks of unknown origin and annexed the swamp in an almost crazy way, spreading the war to the sand dune area.

The power representing the mirage invades here again and declares the sovereignty of the world.

This is the world fighting back.

The fourth floor of the Immortal Mansion.

The miserable Taoist took out a fiery red pill from the pill furnace.

This elixir is not a solid elixir in the traditional sense, but a fluid form that burns like a flame when placed in the palm of your hand.

"This is the most perfect 'eternal energy' that has been extracted so far. Unfortunately, compared with the power absorbed by Ming Zun, there is still a big gap."

He Yi stood nearby and said with regret.

"Enough is enough."

The miserable Taoist felt the energy of the elixir in his hand and took a deep breath. The hot alchemy energy flowed through his nose and into his lungs, and his whole body seemed to be ignited by the energy of the elixir.

After so many years of hard work, he finally found a way to absorb the 'Eternal Qi'.

In his opinion, this is the right way.

If you want to obtain true 'eternity', you must absorb enough eternal energy. This is the path that the miserable Taoist has identified a long time ago, and it is what he has always insisted on doing. For this goal, he even gave up going to the seventh floor.

"How is the situation over there with Lord Ming?"

"Ming Zun."

He Yi didn't know how to respond when he heard this, because the other party's behavior was too weird.

"He has been sleeping, and several puppets lurking around him have been watching."

"Sleep?"

The miserable Taoist opened his mouth and swallowed the fiery red pill. The dark red breath made his skin turn a little dark red, which took a while to calm down.

"It seems that this guy has some secrets that I haven't found out yet. Did he eat something that was difficult to digest after sleeping for two hundred years?"

"Perhaps there is a breakthrough in cultivation."

He Yi guessed from the side.

"No matter what the reason is, he should wake up now. Such a big thing happened over there in the sea, and I am not the person directly targeted." After the miserable Taoist finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The color on the body quickly faded, turning into an emotionless wooden puppet.

His body has left. (End of chapter)