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

"It turns out that the Sword Making Villa is here!" Zhao Hongming muttered to himself.

At this time, all kinds of information about Sword Making Villa emerged in his mind one by one.

At the beginning, this martial arts force was just an unknown martial arts force in Wei State.

At that time, the martial artist with the highest level of cultivation in Zhujian Villa was only innate eighth grade, and could only be considered third or fourth rate among the many martial arts forces in Wei State.

However, due to its unique casting process, it can cast weapons and armor. During the Jian'an Dynasty, the Eastern Army often had contact with it.

In this way for ten or twenty years, Zhujian Villa has not shown its mountains and rivers, and there has been nothing unusual.

But more than ten years ago, this martial arts power suddenly rose to prominence more than ten years ago, and it quickly came together with the Huo family and colluded with each other.

During the period when Chu, Zhao, and Han conquered Wei, there was a vague hint of Sword Making Villa's involvement.

It's a pity that the martial arts forces held great power at that time, and the royal family was in a weak position.

Emperor Jian'an Zhao Meixu only beheaded the warriors of Zhujian Villa who were traveling in the palace, but others were beyond his reach.

He just turned a blind eye to everything the Huo family did.

As a martial arts power, Zhujian Villa was naturally unable to care about it and could only let it go.

But for Zhao Hongming now, he is unwilling to let this scourge go.

He looked around, and saw that the gate of Zhujian Villa was hidden among the deep mountains, surrounded by dense forests and steep cliffs, with few traces of people.

Standing at the mountain gate, he could only hear the occasional chirping of birds and the sound of wind.

He let go of his consciousness, and an invisible ripple spread around.

"what?"

As his consciousness spread, he gradually felt the strange aura hidden under the peaks around the mountain gate.

The breath was deep and strong, with a heavy metallic texture.

Zhao Hongming's heart moved, and he understood instantly: There are rich iron ore under these mountain peaks!

He couldn't help but burst into laughter: "No wonder Zhujian Villa places its doorstep here. It turns out there is this reason."

In his perception, those iron ores were like giant dragons dormant deep underground, and they were huge in number.

Zhao Hongming looked up to the west and identified the location.

Judging from the place he chased all the way, this place should be on the border of Wei and Zhao, in the eastern part of Wei State.

With such a geographical location, they could surrender to Zhao at any time when they had the Wei State at their back.

I have to say that what Zhujian Villa did was very stupid.

Zhao Hongming put away his thoughts and walked in.

The powerful consciousness locked on Zuo Jian.

Judging from the aura he sensed, Zuo Jian did not go far, but continued to go deeper underground, with no sign of stopping.

Zhao Hongming quickly followed.

hum!

When Zhao Hongming stepped into the Sword Making Villa, a series of sword energy intertwined and formed, blocking his way.

Zhao Hongming stared at the sword formation in front of him, which was formed by countless interlaced sword energies, without any fear on his face.

He took a deep breath, stepped lightly, and stepped into the seemingly dangerous sword formation.

In an instant, countless sword qi swept towards him like a violent storm. Each sword qi contained unparalleled power, as if it was going to tear him into pieces.

Zhao Hongming didn't have any panic.

Having already mastered the formation, he realized that this formation was derived from an ancient formation. It was similar to the formation of the city in South Korea, and seemed extremely mysterious.

In fact, in the eyes of the ancient monks who specialized in formations, this formation was nothing more than children's play and not worth mentioning.

Zhao Hongming circulated the formation scriptures and carved the cracked formations on his body. Formation patterns flew out from his fingertips and merged into the violent sword energy.

boom!

These formation patterns exploded violently, and they seemed to contain the power of mysterious laws, which actually dissolved the sharp sword energy bit by bit.

The originally violent sword energy became docile under the guidance of the formation patterns and no longer posed any threat to Zhao Hongming.

After traveling through the sword formation for a while, Zhao Hongming had completely grasped the operating rules of the sword formation.

His heart moved, he clasped his hands together suddenly, and shouted: "Broken!"

As he shouted, the formation carved on his body floated out and spread towards the surroundings.

The entire sword formation was struck by some mysterious force and collapsed instantly.

The originally fierce sword energy dissipated without a trace in front of Zhao Hongming.

Zhao Hongming slowly retracted his hands, with a faint smile on his face, and walked towards the depths of the Sword Forging Villa.

At this moment, an angry shout pierced the sky.

"Who dares to break into Sword Forging Villa?!"

Many disciples of the Sword-making Villa poured out from all directions.

Obviously, his action of breaking the formation aroused the perception of the people in the villa, making the Sword Forging Villa feel like it was facing a formidable enemy.

Zhao Hongming stopped and looked forward.

These disciples of the Sword Forging Villa are all holding long swords and have sharp eyes. The ones with the highest cultivation level have reached the martial arts realm. There are no less than ten such martial artists.

They gathered around Zhao Hongming, forming an airtight human wall.

Zhao Hongming glanced around and frowned slightly.

He noticed that there was something different about the energy and blood of these disciples, as if they had been eroded by some evil force.

Zhao Hongming seemed to have thought of something and asked coldly: "Have you worshiped God?"

These people have always been in the deep mountains and forests. They know little about the changes in the outside world and do not know Zhao Hongming's reputation.

In addition, their cultivation bases came from incorrect sources and their foundations were average, and they could not detect the depth of Zhao Hongming.

Seeing Zhao Hongming dressed in Wei-made armor, these villa disciples only regarded him as a member of the Wei court, and their attitude was somewhat arrogant.

"You actually know how to worship gods?!" A martial artist in the martial arts realm laughed arrogantly: "If you know the truth, you will be captured as soon as possible, otherwise, you will die without a burial place!"

When Zhao Hongming heard this, anger suddenly surged in his heart, and his face became colder.

So many warriors.

Zhujian Villa may have sacrificed countless lives over the years to reach this point.

Having already smelted Wei's imperial seal, he knew that once too many of Wei's people were lost, it would result in the loss of the country's destiny.

By then, his control over Wei will be reduced.

These people are committing heinous crimes.

Zhao Hongming took a step forward and said, "Are you sure you want me to die without a burial place?"

"So what?" the leader of the Wu Dan Realm warrior said nonchalantly: "We are all people who have obtained the power of the Immortal Heaven. Why should we be afraid of you, a lackey of the emperor's family?"

"Kill!" A burly martial artist with a long sword in his hand took the lead in attacking Zhao Hongming.

His sword was shining brightly and his momentum was like a rainbow. He was obviously the leader in the Sword Forging Villa.

Zhao Hongming ducked slightly, leaving behind a series of afterimages that circled behind the martial arts warrior.

Immediately afterwards, he drew out the knife with his backhand, and the black light was sharp, cutting directly into the warrior's neck.

The martial artist was so frightened that it was too late to escape.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and his neck was cut off by Zhao Hongming's knife. His head rolled to the ground, and his headless body also fell down.

This sudden scene made the other warriors at the Sword Forging Villa terrified.

Zhao Hongming held the god-demon weapon and put it slightly in front of him: "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"I want this place to become a river of blood today!"

Zhao Hongming mobilized his whole body's true intention and melted it into the weapon of gods and demons.

The next moment, he cut it off with one knife.

The light of the gods and demons' weapons swelled in the wind, extending to nearly a hundred feet in an instant, and fell overwhelmingly.

The warriors at Zhujian Villa felt that there was only this black light left in the world in front of them. They could not avoid it, and they were all drowned by this black light.

With all the weapons of gods and demons activated, they can cut off the peak with one sword, let alone these flesh and blood bodies.

Accompanied by screams, the warriors of Zhujian Villa were completely chopped into two pieces by Zhao Hongming's swords, and fell to the ground, wailing continuously.

The cultivation and strength that they were originally proud of were as vulnerable as paper in front of Zhao Hongming.

One move, just one move, and the entire Sword Forging Villa has turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Zhao Hongming stood in a pool of blood, his armor stained like a murderous god.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood stains on the god and demon blade turned into blood mist, peeling off the blade. He put the god and demon weapon into its sheath and strode towards the depths of the Sword Forging Villa.

The disciples of Jianshan Villa fell to the ground.

Even if some people's bodies have been broken into two parts, as warriors, their Qi and blood are deep and they will not die immediately.

Some were more lucky, but they were cut off in the middle, and even had a chance to survive.

When they saw Zhao Hongming approaching step by step, their eyes were full of fear, and they tried their best to crawl to the side.

One of the disciples shouted in horror: "Quick...go and ask the village owner! Only the village owner can deal with it...quickly!"

Zhao Hongming passed by him, and a purple thunderbolt fell out of the air, turning all his flesh and blood into ashes, making him completely silent.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada and shaking like chaff.

Zhao Hongming didn't have much interest in these people who had lost their personality, so he turned into afterimages and chased towards Zuo Jian's location.

He clearly remembered that when Huo Yu was about to die, he said that Zhujian Villa had obtained the information of an ancient family, mastered the way of worshiping gods, and also gleaned the secrets of the immortal way from it, and there was a way to enter the Immortal Heaven.

This may be a good opportunity for him to gain insight into immortality.

Zhao Hongming's consciousness was tightly locked on Zuo Jian's body, and he walked to the entrance of a mountain cave.

He looked at the dark entrance of the cave, paused for a moment, carved several profound formations on his flesh and blood, and then went deep in.

As he continued to dive, the surrounding environment became increasingly dark and humid. There was a strong smell of rust in the air, and the cave entrances were intricately connected with branching intersections.

Obviously this is caused by the long-term mining at Zhujian Villa.

However, Zhao Hongming had already understood Zuo Jian's trajectory, and with his keen sense of consciousness, he was also familiar with these forks and routes.

As he went deeper, the underground scene gradually changed.

The originally narrow passage became wider and wider, and some mysterious runes and patterns began to appear on the surrounding stone walls, emitting a faint light.

And the air became a little hot.

Zhao Hongming knew that he was approaching the core area of ​​Zhujian Villa.

Suddenly, Zhao Hongming found that Zuo Jian's breath disappeared from his consciousness.

He frowned and hurriedly activated the true meaning of thunder, turning into a bolt of lightning and flying forward.

When he passed through the last stone door, his eyes suddenly opened up.

He found himself in a huge underground space filled with complex machinery and furnaces.

A roaring flame burned in the furnace, lighting up the entire space.

"That's where it disappeared."

Zhao Hongming stood in front of a stone door and looked up and down.

He took a deep breath, and the true meaning surged wildly in his body, as if it was about to tear his body apart.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly activated his strength-enhancing martial arts - moving mountains!

As his thoughts moved, the airflow around him instantly became violent, as if controlled by invisible hands.

Zhao Hongming's whole body strength surged at this moment, and his muscles rapidly expanded as if inflated, bulging out the tough armor, and the whole person looked like a towering mountain peak.

Every inch of his skin exuded a faint cyan glow.

Under the stimulation of the immortal true intention, the veins bulged under the skin like a horned dragon, and the whole person seemed to be an awakened wild beast, making the surrounding air tremble.

Endless power gathered from all directions and poured into his body continuously.

Zhao Hongming put his hands on the stone door, and his muscles like small hills exploded, suddenly exerting force.

Rumble!

Under Zhao Hongming's violent power, the stone door was opened bit by bit.

Suddenly, a fishy smell hit his face, which made people nauseous.

Zhao Hongming held his breath, opened the stone door, and saw the scene inside.

This is a confined space surrounded by stone walls, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the center of the space, there is a huge blood pool. The water in the pool is boiling and gurgling. There is a roaring sound from above, as if something terrifying is about to break out of the pool.

There was a figure beside the blood pool. It was Zuo Jian whom he had followed all the way.

At this moment, Zuo Jian has completely changed. His face is as pale as paper, his eyes are flashing with crazy light, and his whole person exudes a terrifying aura.

"Hahaha, you're finally here!" Zuo Jian saw Zhao Hongming and laughed maniacally: "You are lucky to be able to witness a miracle here. Maybe if you let me smelt your blood, we can One ascends to the realm of immortality.”

When Zuo Jian said this, he couldn't help but licked his lips and said: "A martial artist in the creation realm must have vitality and blood as strong as the ocean."

Zhao Hongming frowned deeply and looked at the formation flags around the blood pool. He always felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar.

If I remember correctly, when he was crowned King Wu, on his way to Ying County, the old Taoist priest used it to condense the longevity elixir.

"Do you want to condense the longevity elixir? To seek immortality?"

"Shou Dan?" Zuo Jian sneered: "What I want to refine is not that kind of rubbish. I want to use the power of the Immortal Heaven to condense all the energy, blood and spiritual power to create the Blood Pill. It will help me break through the shackles. Let’s reach an unprecedented level!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Jian made a hand seal, and the blood pool suddenly began to roll. (End of chapter)