Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

When the pair of eyes opened, Zhao Hongming clearly saw a heavy black color spreading from behind the ancestor of the Huo family.

The already dark sky became even darker at this time, as if all the light stopped abruptly here, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

"what is that?"

Zhao Hongming frowned as he looked at the vision in front of him.

He had no recollection of any description of such a scene.

The eyes opened in the void were covered with bloodshot eyes, looking around, taking in the scene in front of him.

Zhao Hongming noticed that when these eyes saw the warm corpse lying on the ground, they actually showed a somewhat anthropomorphic look of joy.

The owner of Zhujian Villa took out a bloody dagger and held it in his hand.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face and he stroked his hand.

"Heaven and earth are the formation, all living beings are the chess pieces, blood is the guide, and sacrifice is the sacrifice. God is back!"

Red blood flowed from his hands.

A surprising scene appeared.

The blood that flowed out did not drip, but slowly floated, gradually blending into the darkness behind the ancestor of the Huo family.

In an instant, the strong wind raged like a howling ghost, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill, rolling up dust all over the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Powerful forces descended from the sky, and violent energy gathered here, filling the void with restlessness.

Fragments of lightning emerged in the darkness, illuminating the ethereal darkness behind him.

Zhao Hongming's expression suddenly changed.

With the help of the faint light, he saw a slightly pale human face.

There was an indifferent smile on that face, full of disdain, and the people in front of him seemed to be just dogs in front of him.

The human face opened its mouth.

A devouring force came.

Zhao Hongming was shocked and realized that there was great danger. He turned around and shouted: "Evacuate!"

The soldiers of Wei Wu behind him issued orders and prohibited them.

After hearing Zhao Hongming's order, they no longer loved fighting and left the battlefield one after another.

Just after Wei Wuzu left, the devouring power of the gods enveloped the entire battlefield.

"what!"

A shrill cry broke the silence on the battlefield.

The injured soldiers on the battlefield grabbed their throats and screamed suddenly.

Their faces turned red, and their bodies were actually lifted up by some of his power. They struggled in mid-air and let out desperate cries.

Blood and tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes, and bursts of dark red blood foam emerged from his mouth and nose, rising up against the sky and turning into wisps of blood-colored ribbons floating towards the big mouth of the human face.

Not only these soldiers who still have some breath, but also the corpses who have just died.

Zhao Hongming just glanced at it and felt his scalp numb.

Corpses after corpses, the dead and the living mixed together to form a forest of flesh and blood!
sacrifice!

This word quickly appeared in Zhao Hongming's mind.

In the mountains and forests, the Huo family's army was all in chaos.

Those soldiers who were in good health and had sufficient energy and blood were not sacrificed, but they had no intention of fighting. They threw away their weapons and just wanted to escape.

Zuo Jian from Zhujian Villa smiled and said: "Ancestor, the blood food is not enough. Do you want me to give you some more?"

After hearing this, the ancestor of the Huo family closed his eyes and remained silent.

Zuo Jian smiled, and the sword light in his sleeve flashed, turning into a sharp sword intention and rushing towards the battlefield.

Those soldiers who fled were already in chaos and fled for their lives.

If he wasn't paying attention, he would be pierced by the sword light.

Zhao Hongming discovered that this sword light went towards Wei Wu's soldiers after harvesting some of the fleeing soldiers.

His figure shook and turned into an afterimage chasing the sword light.

These Wei warriors were all elite troops. They accompanied him in his campaigns in the north and south. We must not just watch them being slaughtered unilaterally.

This sword light is made of a sword strip, about three feet and six inches long, with a silvery white light all over, and the sword's intention is high-spirited.

The Dharma behind Zhao Hongming transformed and he punched out.

Bang!
The two collided, making a sound like a metal collision, and the sword blade was knocked away.

"what?"

Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, let out a sigh. With Zhao Hongming blocking him, he suddenly changed the target of the sacrifice to only the Huo family's army on the battlefield.

Facing the crushing force, the soldiers of the Huo family could not escape at all. They were enveloped in deep despair and fear, lost the courage to resist, and completely turned into sacrifices for the ancestors of the Huo family to worship the gods.

The human face behind the Huo family ancestor was greedily devouring it.

The flesh, flesh, and souls of the soldiers who became sacrifices were brutally absorbed by the evil god, turning into yellow sand and dissipating little by little in the night wind.

The clothes and armor on his body then fell weakly to the ground.

Zhao Hongming suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

After devouring the sacrifice, the eyes floating behind the ancestor of the Huo family glanced around, and finally landed on the ancestor of the Huo family.

A ray of red light shot out from the center of the human face's eyebrows and entered from the top of the head of the ancestor of the Huo family.

After doing this, the face gradually disappeared.

The moment after the face disappeared, he glanced at Zhao Hongming intentionally or unintentionally.

Bang, bang, bang.

In the forest, a rhythmic sound appeared.

Zhao Hongming hurriedly followed the sound, which was the heartbeat of the ancestor of the Huo family.

He saw that the old wrinkled face of the ancestor of the Huo family had regained a bit of youthfulness, the aura in his body surged, and the muscles were as strong as mountains, ferocious and terrifying, making people feel scared.

"Congratulations to ancestor for successfully worshiping God!"

Zuo Jian of the Sword Making Villa on the side put away his sword and congratulated him with a smile.

The ancestor of the Huo family clenched his fist, and his condition became much younger: "Now I feel like I am dozens of years younger, and my whole body is full of strength."

Zuo Jian smiled and said: "Ancestor, you just worshiped the school-level gods, and what you got was the power of the ninth level of Wudan. If you donate more blood and food, you may be able to worship the general-level gods, and maybe you can get it." The power of creation."

"Ha ha……"

The ancestor of the Huo family didn't believe his lies at all.

The "more" Zuomi said may not be as simple as "more".

"The current strength is enough." The ancestor of the Huo family saw that nearly [-] soldiers under his command were reduced to ashes, and his face became as gloomy as water.

Zuo Jian reminded: "I have something to tell you, ancestor. Now that you have succeeded in worshiping the gods, you have become a slave of the gods. You must satisfy any needs of the gods. Even if your life span is over, your soul must still be satisfied." Trapped in a body, driven by the gods.”

The ancestor of the Huo family took a breath and said expressionlessly: "I know! Any power has a price, I have been mentally prepared for it."

He clenched the dragon scale gun in his hand, showing supreme pressure, and walked step by step towards Zhao Hongming.

"Since I have been cultivating my moral character, I don't like killing the most. Every time I see the loss of life, it makes me extremely sad."

The ancestor of the Huo family looked at Zhao Hongming and said angrily: "Why do you force me to kill so many people?"

"Now I can only let you die, and my heart will be completely at peace."

The ancestor of the Huo family had a cold face. As he approached, he activated the dragon scale gun in his hand, which was as powerful as a mountain.

Facing the aggressive momentum of the Huo family ancestor, Zhao Hongming showed no fear on his face.

The two looked at each other. "Actually, there is a way to find peace of mind."

"what?"

"Actually, if you die, your heart will be completely at peace!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

The ancestor of the Huo family activated the Dragon Scale Spear, and just as the green ox shadow came out, his expression froze.

A square seal appeared on Zhao Hongming's chest opposite him, and there was a white mist on his hand, which gradually condensed into the outline of a broadsword.

Zhao Hongming smiled: "A mere evil heretic!"

"National destiny, open the sky!"

boom!
The sword condensed by the white national destiny whipped up the strong wind and chopped off the head of the ancestor of the Huo family!

The air condenses instantly.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space burst, and countless spiritual pressure storms surged out around the blade, like the beginning of chaos.

The powerful force swallowed everything in an instant, and even the mountains in the distance seemed to tremble under the sword energy.

Every strand of national destiny is as important as a thousand pieces, and Zhao Hongming has condensed all the strands of such national destiny.

Combined with the Kaitian Martial Arts, one strike of the sword is frightening.

The ancestor of the Huo family felt as if he was being suppressed by several mountains, and the newly condensed green bull shadow was directly scattered.

The spear in his hand lost its force, the door opened wide, and he knelt on the ground under this heavy power.

The ancestor of the Huo family let out a scream on the spot.

Under the power of the national fortune, a huge crater was created on the ground, and the ancestor of the Huo family was instantly cut into two pieces.

The sudden turn of events shocked Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa who was standing by, and his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

A knife!

With just one knife, he killed the ancestor of the Huo family who had successfully worshiped the gods.

Such power was a power he had never seen before, even superior to worshiping gods.

He couldn't believe it.

However, the fact was before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Now armies were sacrificed and men slain.

The ancestor of the Huo family worshiped gods as funny as a clown, making people laugh.

After coming back to his senses, Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, immediately turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

The Dharma Appearance appeared behind Zhao Hongming and threw out a spear of thunder, arriving in an instant.

Rumble!
The lightning exploded and landed on Zuomi's arm, tearing it apart.

Zuo Jian did not dare to resist. The sword in his sleeve flashed, directly surrounding his forward escape, and quickly disappeared from Zhao Hongming's sight.

Zhao Hongming wanted to pursue him, but found that his soul power was greatly consumed.

Just now he forcibly condensed the fate of the country into a sword and used a sword technique that consumed the power of his soul, which put a great burden on his spirit.

The owner of the Sword Forging Villa has something strange about him. He is extremely skilled at wielding a sword and is extremely fast. Even at his peak state, he may not be able to catch up.

There is ample time.

Once the current chaos inside and outside Daliang is resolved, we must concentrate our efforts to put an end to these evil and evil ways.

He closed his eyes and calmly adjusted his breathing.

Ma Chuanping, Leyang and other elite Wei soldiers in the rear looked at each other in shock.

When they saw the scene like that just now, they thought His Highness Zhao Hongming was going to have a fierce battle. They were even ready to sacrifice themselves.
Unexpectedly, with just one move, His Highness would kill the ancestor of the Huo family.

One knife decides everything!
On the battlefield at this time, most of the Huo family's army was dead. Even if they were not dead, they were all frightened and fled to no one knows where. Only the elite soldiers of Wei Wuzu were left defending around Zhao Hongming. .

After about a stick of incense, Zhao Hongming used his kung fu to perform the Eight Desolations Eternal Age Kung Fu for several days, and finally his energy was fully restored.

He opened his eyes and exhaled heavily.

The turbid air spurted out from the nose, filled with cyan light, like two swimming dragons, rushing directly to the ground and then disintegrating and disappearing, blowing up a cloud of dust.

After a fierce battle, Zhao Hongming did not feel too tired, and even felt that his condition was better than ever.

Bahuang Eternal Age Kung Fu is indeed an immortal martial arts technique with the reputation of maintaining health.

After practicing this technique to some extent, the recovery ability is really terrifying.

There is no other skill in the world that can compare with it.

Zhao Hongming looked up and saw a bit of white light already appearing in the distance in the east.

At this time, in the sky before the sun has risen, the stars are like isolated islands, scattered in the sky.

The faint light penetrated the clouds and dyed the sky a faint bluish white.

The mountain peaks are looming in the mist, looking more steep and mysterious.

Everything has not yet awakened, only the breeze quietly passes through the leaves, bringing bursts of fresh breath.

Zhao Hongming said: "Clean up the battlefield."

"Yes!"

Wei Wu soldiers were trained by Wu Qi and had a tradition of cleaning the battlefield and burying enemy troops.

Zhao Hongming is not exempt from vulgarity.

At present, there are no corpses in the Huo family's army, only various personal belongings and equipment scattered around.

The equipment left behind by tens of thousands of soldiers was not a small amount, it was enough for these Wei soldiers to make a small fortune.

Upon seeing Zhao Hongming's order, many Wei soldiers gathered up many objects scattered on the ground one by one and took them for themselves.

Zhao Hongming did not stop him.

He focused his attention on the body of the Huo family ancestor in front of him.

The elite soldiers of Wei all knew that the Huo family ancestor's dragon scale spear was a rare treasure, but they also knew that it was Zhao Hongming's trophy and no one dared to get his hands on it.

Zhao Hongming stepped forward, picked up the spear, and held it in his hand.

This is a spear made of fine iron. The handle of the spear is covered with exquisite dragon scale cloud patterns, providing a comfortable grip.

The streamlined gun body shines with a cold light.

Holding this spear, the cold touch spreads through the palm of the hand to the whole body, making people wake up instantly.

Zhao Hongming focused more on the front end of the gun. This area seemed to be inlaid with a cyan gem, but it had been integrated into the gun body. If you didn't observe it carefully, it would not be obvious.

He pondered for a moment and mobilized the power of his soul to fall on the sound of the gunshot.

"Moo!"

Suddenly, a clear cow roar came out.

The phantom of a bull demon slowly appeared on the gun body.

This green bull was covered in dragon scales, and its pair of huge horns were as big as two people.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying this bull demon's figure is.

Involuntarily, Zhao Hongming was a little more curious about the world where fairies and monsters coexisted before the collapse of heaven.

Zhao Hongming put away the messy thoughts in his heart and put away the silver scale gun.

After Wei Wuzu had almost cleaned up the battlefield, he ordered his people to go back to the distance, bring the war horses, and then explore along the direction from which the Huo family's army came.

Ahead may be where the Huo family's army is stationed.

They have just settled down and have not yet established a firm foothold. There may be some opportunities to destroy the Huo army rebels. (End of chapter)