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

"The world has changed again."

The seventh floor of the Immortal Mansion.

Endless gray space.

A huge mountain began to collapse, brown rubble falling from above. The mountain cracked, and the weak creatures around it fled like wild beasts. The cracks spread from the top of the mountain and continued for dozens of miles, and a large number of lives that could not escape fell down.

The cracks are deep.

Below is endless darkness.

The fallen critter struggled desperately in the air, trying to catch some falling vines.

"The time is almost up."

The voice appeared again.

The cracks continued to expand, extending into the darkness beyond, and large swathes of the mountain collapsed.

Split in the middle and split into two.

"eternal."

"its mine!"

The voice seemed to have gone through endless years of slumber, and as it was narrated, its influence became greater and greater.

Sound waves spread out from the cracks, forming a ring-shaped storm that blew away all the vegetation on the mountain. The densely packed weaklings were blown into the sky.

Look down.

The crack has completely opened.

In the dark abyss, a huge scarlet eyeball emerged.

This eyeball is exactly the one Wu Chong saw in the true world. Different from what he guessed, this eyeball.

is alive.

The black clouds in Heifeng Village did not stay too long on the sand dunes. Wu Chong led Yan Shijiu, Gu Xuan Immortal Lord and others directly across this area and entered the swamp.

As soon as we entered the swamp area, the air became turbid.

A pungent stench came from below, and bubbles kept rising from the rolling black mud. Swamp monsters hid in the black mud, peering at the group of people above. Especially Wu Chong, almost 80% of the vision is focused on him.

"Even monsters and monsters dare to peek at the Master."

Yan Jiujiu, who was standing next to Wu Chong, took a step forward, turned his sword behind his back, and came out of its sheath with a 'buzz' sound.

"The sword cuts the galaxy!"

Yan Jiu's eyes were sharp.

A bright sword light cut through the sky, and the vertical and horizontal sword energy directly divided the swamp area into two, and a large number of lurking swamp dream demons were chopped into ashes.

The eyes of Gu Xuanxian Zun and others who followed behind all flashed with envy.

‘Great Luo Immortal! ’

How many years and months does it take to cultivate to reach this level! This guy is worthy of being the direct disciple of the great master. He gave the flesh and blood power of the three powerful men to him. If he didn't have these powers as a foundation, why would this kid walk in front of them?

"As expected of a world-destroying troll, the demons following him are so ferocious. But with this kind of sword energy, how many more cuts can you make?"

A voice sounded.

In the black mud, a stinking figure flew up from below. The stinking mud dripped from the corners of his clothes, slowly revealing his true appearance. A haggard old man. With the appearance of this person, a thick layer of purple mist appeared over the entire swamp area, the space became hazy, and figures emerged one after another. Among these people, Wu Chong actually saw many enemies he had killed. .

"These are the creatures you persecuted. They will never rest in peace until you die."

The expression on the withered old man's face slowly distorted, and finally turned into madness.

"The leader of Butian Sect? I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me."

Looking at the man in front of him, Yan Jiu's expression turned cold. He still remembers the 'gift' given to him by the Holy Lord of Butian Sect when he first crossed over. In recent years, Yan Shijiu has done the most to attack the Butian Sect. It can be said that among the Butian Sect, except for the most hated Wu Chong, Yan Shijiu definitely ranks second.

"Don't worry, you can't run away either."

The leader of Butian Sect took a look and rarely tolerated it.

"Feel the wrath of the world!"

In mid-air, Wu Chong ignored these miscellaneous fish and looked towards the swamp mire further away. There used to be the headquarters of Black Wind Village, but now, there was a terrifying aura brewing inside, as if something was waiting for him there. “The original will.”

Wu Chong's eyes fluctuated because he recognized the source of this power.

It was because he recognized it that he didn't take action directly.

He had come into contact with this kind of power in the sea six thousand years ago. The first sea area 'Nine Thousand Years Old' was enlightened by this power. One-third of the strength in his body now is condensed from the stone head.

"Who will be 'enlightened' this time?"

Wu Chong stared at the area where Taichu's will appeared.

Others around him fought with the madmen of Butian Sect, and Yan Shijiu rushed directly towards the leader of Butian Sect. With the realm of Daluo Immortal, he suppressed the opponent throughout the fight and almost killed the leader of Butian Sect several times.

Dune area behind.

The war between the Bat Group and the Dragon King became more intense.

The people who stay here have lower cultivation levels, but are also more numerous. A large number of Black Wind Village monks and bat groups fought together, fighting and colliding with each other.

The raindrops of corpses covered the sand dunes below. The smell of blood changed the color of the sky and dyed the entire area into dark red, just like a game cartridge, showing a weird style of painting.

"What do these bat cubs eat to grow? Why are there so many of them?"

A friend beside Zhang Tianluo was injured.

This guy is a child who came out of Xiongmen Town with Zhang Tianluo. After their parents passed away, they became relatives who depended on each other for life.

"careful."

Before the panting Zhang Tianluo had time to turn around, he saw a huge shadow rushing towards him.

The danger of death came to mind.

At this moment, his mind was like a slideshow, recalling many past scenes.

He thought of the Xiongmen Town where he grew up, his mother who beat him with a stick since he was a child, his father who always wore a suit of armor to show off, and his two brothers. They would always tell him about the days when they were working as herbal collectors after drinking, and about the 'big shot' they made friends with accidentally.

Suddenly.

The picture freezes, the color fades into a gray-white pattern, and burned gray-black particles appear from the corners of the picture, finally sweeping everything away.

Only darkness remained.

‘Yes, they are all gone. ’

Zhang Tianluo was relieved.

The dark shadow descended, and the fishy-smelling mouth bit his head.

This is a dream-level bat.

This guy had been hiding among the bats, and took advantage of Zhang Tianluo's distraction to pounce on him.

Pfft! !

Blood spattered, and the hot blood stained Zhang Tianluo's face.

Blood is hot.

It doesn't hurt.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw a familiar face.

"Brother, you can't die and you still have to take our clothes back with you." He didn't finish his words.

Bat Meng advocated opening his mouth, chewing twice, and swallowed the person and weapons together.

Zhang Tianluo felt his head go blank.

The next moment, an inexplicable aura appeared on his body, and like a seed, it began to take root and sprout rapidly.

"I didn't expect to see such an interesting scene following me. It's interesting. It's so interesting."

The miserable Taoist and He Yi who followed Wu Chong were hidden in the clouds. They looked at Zhang Tianluo who was stimulated and burst out below, and smiled very happily.

This strange little kid he had noticed a long time ago has finally grown up.

"Lord, is it appropriate to look like this? We and Ming Zun are allies." He Yi stood aside and reminded. (End of chapter)