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After Yang Zhiyuan finished speaking, he did not leave immediately.

Instead, he paced slowly in the same place, back and forth a few times.
His brows were furrowed, as if he was still extremely confused.

After careful consideration, he felt that some of the arrangements made previously seemed to be inappropriate.

So he turned his head and his eyes fell on a god beside him.
He asked with a serious tone:
"How many disciples are currently practicing in the blessed land?"

Upon hearing this, the God immediately replied respectfully:
"Reporting to the mountain master, there are currently more than 3,000 disciples practicing in the blessed land, among which the number of warriors and cultivators is roughly equal, each accounting for half."

Although Tianyuan Mountain is known as a holy place for martial arts, in the vast world of Maha Realm which integrates many small worlds, people who practice Taoism still occupy the mainstream.

This is mainly because, in many worlds, the number of Taoist practitioners is already huge, forming a profound foundation.

In comparison, although the threshold of martial arts practice is not high at first glance, it is easy to get started, and its practice speed is often much faster than Taoism.

But this advantage is often only reflected in those geniuses with outstanding martial arts talent.

For those who are naturally thin and have difficulty gaining muscle, or whose muscles and bones are stiff and unable to perform the specified movements flexibly,
Practicing martial arts is actually more difficult than practicing Taoism.

Even if they barely entered the country and began to cultivate their Qi and blood,

It also takes a lot of effort and perseverance to make even the slightest progress.

Therefore, in a martial arts holy place like Tianyuan Mountain, although there are many martial artists,
But those who can truly stand out and become the best are rare.

And such people are by no means uncommon; their number is actually quite considerable.

More realistically speaking, among the warriors in the Maha Realm,

The largest component is not those warriors who rely solely on martial arts training.
Rather, they are those cultivators who have practiced both martial arts and Taoism and have reached the Yang Shen realm or above.

After condensing their Yang Spirit, these cultivators gained the ability to reshape their bodies.

This kind of reshaping is not a simple change of external form, but a reshaping of the martial arts roots.

Make their bodies more adaptable to the practice of martial arts and unleash greater potential.

Even those who originally had poor martial arts talent could achieve great success as long as they could enter the Yangshen realm.

You will have the opportunity to reshape your body to perfection through the ability to reshape your body.

In this way, they can transform themselves into martial arts geniuses.

At least before reaching the human immortal realm, there will be no thresholds or obstacles.

In addition, these monks can use Taoism to assist and promote the practice of martial arts.

With the nourishment of pure yang power, one can feed back and strengthen one's own body, thus making the process of practicing martial arts easier and more comfortable.

Because of this, almost all cultivators who have reached the level of Yangshen Zhenjun will choose to practice both martial arts.
In order to further enhance one's own strength through the dual training of Taoism and martial arts.

After all, among the many methods of cultivation, martial arts is undoubtedly the best way to enhance strength.

After Yang Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, he asked again: "What about the number of warriors below the Martial Saint?"

Upon hearing this, the Godly Lord immediately replied respectfully, "The total number of Martial Saints and Human Immortals is roughly around 1,400."

“But if they are warriors below the level of Martial Saint, then their number should be quite rare, and it seems that there are less than ten of them.

He added: "Although these warriors have not yet reached the level of Martial Saint, their potential and talent cannot be ignored."

"These warriors below the rank of Martial Saint were only accepted into the sect because they were valued by the Mountain Lord."

In Tianyuan Mountain, "Mountain Lord" represents supreme authority, and it is almost only granted to some powerful gods and all heavenly kings.

After listening to the other party's words, Yang Zhiyuan nodded gently.
At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little conflicted.

His thoughts were not complicated. Since he had already decided to give up the fight with Wuyin Temple,

There is no intention to embarrass the Buddhist anymore, so he should be prepared to integrate into the new environment at any time.

He knew very well that the method that the Buddhist disciples were practicing now would most likely become the true strongest martial arts in the Maha world in the future.

This can be seen from the power he can feel.

This kind of power far surpassed all the methods he had ever seen. Neither martial arts nor Taoism could be compared with it.

He even felt that even the magical powers and secret techniques passed down by the gods and Buddhas in the sky were far less powerful than one thousandth of the blood pool he had seen when they were at the same level.

Then, an idea quietly emerged in Jerry Yang's mind: Since I can't beat them, I might as well join them.

What makes Yang Zhiyuan hesitant at the moment is that the method practiced by Buddhists is very different from the martial arts practice methods he has seen before, and it seems to be some kind of evil magic.

After all, he had seen many similar blood pools in his magic.

Only after being confirmed by the laws of heaven in the reincarnation paradise, this method is an orthodox martial arts practice method.

After all, the core essence of martial arts is to continuously strengthen one's own body, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

But when Yang Zhiyuan's eyes fell on the eerie-looking pool of blood, he couldn't help but feel a little resistance in his heart.

After all, he had accepted the inheritance of the Holy Emperor since he was a child, and had a special liking for those methods that seemed great, bright, and righteous.

However, for the sake of my own spiritual progress and the future development of Tianyuan Mountain,
Jerry Yang knows very well that he cannot make judgments based solely on his preference for appearance.

However, for his own sake and for the future of Tianyuan Mountain, Jerry Yang was able to convince himself.

He thought: Maybe the reason for this strange situation is that the Buddha's blood was too much and it flowed out?

……

Inside the blessed land, many Tianyuan Mountain disciples who had recently learned the news looked at each other, at a loss for a moment.

This sudden change filled them with confusion.

The mountain master sent a message instructing them to evacuate the blessed land within three months.

You know, in this blessed land, the passage of three months is very different from the outside world.

Converted to the outside world, it is actually only equivalent to a few hours.

This is enough to show the urgency of the situation.

Just when they had not yet fully digested this news, the mountain master sent another Dharma message.

This time, the Dharma pointed out that several disciples who had not yet reached the Martial Saint realm needed to stay.
Moreover, several celestial beings are needed to escort them to a place thousands of miles away from here.

Although the distance of tens of millions of miles is not too far, it is not small for a blessed land.

What they didn't understand was why the mountain master only left these low-level warriors with shallow cultivation and asked them to evacuate the blessed land. However, Yang Zhiyuan was very powerful in Tianyuan Mountain. Although the disciples were puzzled, they did not dare to question the mountain master's orders easily.

There are a total of eight low-level warriors, and only one of them has the cultivation level of the second level innate.
The remaining seven have already entered the realm of Grandmaster, and their strength is approaching the threshold of Martial Saint.

Most of these warriors have been stagnant at this level for a long time, but they do not feel anxious or impatient because of it.

On the contrary, they pay more attention to consolidating their own foundation, hoping to break their own limits.

This allows his body to accommodate more qi and blood, so that he will be strong enough after breaking through to become a Martial Saint.

It is precisely because they possess such talents that they are qualified to enter the land of reincarnation at this level.

Led by several celestial beings, they soon arrived at the place designated by the mountain master.

Just as they were about to land, several celestial beings felt a strong sense of palpitations at the same time.

This feeling of palpitations came so suddenly and so strongly.

Especially those celestial beings with more acute perception, they felt as if they had encountered the ultimate natural enemy of all life.
The shock and fear that came from the depths of their souls almost made them unable to control themselves.

The fear hidden deep in my bones is like an invisible hand.

It gripped their throats so tightly that the blood in their bodies seemed to be frozen.

One of the celestial beings stared at the endless expanse of black dust in front of him, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turbulent waves in his heart.

He turned around and asked his colleague beside him: "Do you feel it? This breath..."

Another celestial being nodded heavily, his eyes also filled with uneasiness:
"This world seems to have been drained of all vitality, and only within the soil, there seems to be some faint signs of life left."

What he said were some beneficial bacteria that Xie Que deliberately left behind in order to maintain the nutrients in the soil.

Having said that, both of them involuntarily looked down at the land beneath their feet.

Apart from these bacteria, all other visible living creatures have been absorbed by Xie Que and turned into part of the blood pool.

Thinking of this, an indescribable fear surged in the hearts of the two celestial beings.

They quickly put the warriors on the ground, then turned and left without hesitation, without even saying a word.

They moved so quickly, as if they were afraid that if they stayed for even a second longer, they would encounter some unimaginable horror.

Only a few low-level warriors were left standing there, staring at each other.

Although they were only low-level warriors, they could vaguely feel that this place seemed extremely strange.

There was no spiritual energy all around, just like a desolate and dead place that had been refined by some demonic technique.

Their eyes finally fell on the only innate warrior.
His name is Jiang Huai. He has a sturdy build and a full beard, giving people a rough and unruly feeling.

The reason why they all looked at Jiang Huai was actually very simple.
That is, Jiang Huai has been in the blessed land for the longest time, almost twenty years.

During such a long period of time, Jiang Huai's cultivation has not made any breakthrough.

He has been practicing a new martial art developed at Tianyuan Mountain, hoping to carve out his own path on this path.

However, his luck did not seem to be good, and the development of this martial art apparently failed.

Even the top leaders of Tianyuan Mountain have shelved this method and no longer paid attention to it, instead focusing their energy on other more promising martial arts research.

But Jiang Huai himself was extremely stubborn. He was extremely talented and had the opportunity to achieve higher achievements in other martial arts.

Yet he insisted on practicing this failed skill to prove his difference from other martial arts geniuses.

However, the result was obvious. His persistence did not bring him the desired success, but instead wasted his talent.

Perhaps in order to make up for what Jiang Huai encountered on his path of cultivation, Tianyuan Mountain never thought of moving him out of this blessed land.

Although the development of this new martial art ultimately failed to achieve the desired result, the method practiced by Jiang Huai was not entirely useless.

At least, in terms of sensing Qi and blood,

Jiang Huai was full of confidence. He believed that even a human immortal warrior might not be able to match his acumen.

Over the years, Jiang Huai's talent has been wasted, and he knows very well that he has missed the best time to practice martial arts.

He had long since gotten over his depression and was now extremely indifferent to life and death.

He even thought that Tianyuan Mountain sent these low-level warriors here.
In fact, they are used as cannon fodder to achieve some ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai took a deep breath and immediately felt that his heart and lungs were completely filled with strong and fiery energy and blood.

The surge of energy and blood made him feel as if he was in a blazing fire, and he felt the heat unbearable.

"Fuck?!" Jiang Huai couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. He had never felt such a strong surge of blood and energy.

He was stunned for a moment, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The warriors he had come into contact with, including those high-ranking mountain-level beings,

The Qi and blood emanating from their bodies, although powerful, had never been so rich and potent.

He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of martial arts technique could create such an amazing concentration of qi and blood?

Jiang Huai's heart, which had been as silent as dead as ashes, was now ignited by this strong curiosity.

He longed to know what kind of martial arts book could reach such an incredible level.

So he gritted his teeth and resolutely chose a place where he could feel the most abundant Qi and blood.

With a few third-level warriors around him, he hurried in that direction.

Although the six warriors were not familiar with Jiang Huai, they saw how determined he was.
They walked away without hesitation and followed his footsteps.

They had not been walking for long when Jiang Huai felt as if his mouth and nose were blocked by solidified blood. The oppressive and heavy feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

However, he did not stop there.
Because he knew that this was something the mountain master had personally ordered.
Unless they die here, there is no way back.

Although the other warriors could not feel such a strong aura of blood and qi like Jiang Huai,

But they could also feel that they were about to step into the gates of hell.
That kind of energy that is like the natural enemy of all things makes any living thing feel resistance and fear.

They didn't know how long they had been walking. Jiang Huai even felt that his internal organs, brain and limbs were filled with blood. The depression and pain were almost unbearable for him.

However, at this moment, he finally saw a lake.
That is a lake made of blood.

What was even more terrifying was that a human-shaped blood shadow rose from the lake and was slowly approaching on the surface of the blood river. (End of this chapter)