From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Yongchuan River, middle reaches of the river.

On the shore, Wu Huoyue made a fire and cooked some food, then brought it to her master who was sitting cross-legged under a dead tree. Her archery skills were pretty good, and she had this sumptuous lunch only after she encountered a spotted deer.

Jiang Yuan continued to flip through the books, digesting and refining the essence of martial arts on page after page of the Martial Arts Record. The 13,200 martial arts books made the golden body of the Great Burning Heaven Arhat covered with text, but it was not dense enough.

It is fifty-three feet high, which is taller than any other city or town in the world. It is basically the only choice for sieges in the future.

Seeing that her master didn't look up, Wu Huoyue sat down beside him, and then she looked a little bit like a woman.

Two hours later, fifty-three became fifty-four.

Jiang Yuan picked up the roasted venison that had already cooled down and asked, "Swords, boxing, Confucianism, Taoism, or Qimen Bagua, metallurgy and sword forging, whatever you want to learn, it's not difficult to defeat ten thousand enemies."

Wu Huoyue pondered and said, "Since they can both defeat ten thousand enemies, then choose the one that will save the Master a lot of trouble."

Jiang Yuan nodded. It was simple and worry-free. He had discovered that this guy spoke very nicely and was good at flattery.

"Then let's use boxing. You are one of the great masters of the Mohist School. It will not be easy when you go to Hengshui City in the future. Treasure your time."

"It's my duty as a disciple." Wu Huoyue replied.

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment, the golden thread weaving in front of him. He chose a road to the top and then gave the path. In his opinion, it was just a trivial matter. The key was whether he could continue on.

After a while, a manual of mountain-destroying boxing appeared.

"From sand, to stones, to boulders, earth slopes, and mountains of all sizes and lengths, wait until one day you can smash the golden body of the mountain god with your fists, sweep all the way across, and destroy until no one in the world dares to call themselves the true god of the mountains. Then, when you look back, you will have reached the top of the road and enjoyed the scenery all to yourself."

"Master, don't you like this road?"

"It's stupid to pick a fight with the mountain every day."

Wu Huoyue: “…”

Fortunately, her identity as a woman is not a constraint for her.

Jiang Yuan gave a boxing manual. The position after reaching the top of the avenue is below the level of the three founders of the religions. It is long and far, and can be called a small freedom. However, it is a dead end for pure martial artists. So far, only one person has succeeded, and that is the first ancestor of the military strategist ten thousand years ago.

Wu Huoyue carefully took the boxing manual, but the golden thread shattered and flew into her mind. She didn't understand the weight of this boxing manual for the time being, but there are thousands of roads in the world, and she had to persist in any of them.

Jiang Yuan got up and walked to the river.

The sword slashed horizontally, and at the same time, the huge golden arm followed.

The Yongchuan River, which has been surging for hundreds of years, has dried up today.

The water flooded the wilderness for dozens of miles on both sides of the river.

As the water level rose, the stone wall of Nine Dragons Fighting for a Pearl on the cliff at the bottom of the river was exposed. The carvings were lifelike and the appearance was extraordinary.

"Master, I'm sorry I can't go with you." Wu Huoyue apologized. If she went in, she would just cause more trouble.

"Hide."

Jiang Yuan leaped forward, flying across the waves, and reached the stone wall before the water level rose again and submerged the cliff.

By pressing the dragon ball, the heavy stone wall opened, and the flood outside quickly came, but was blocked outside the door.

On the shore, Wu Huoyue drew the sword from his waist and hit each of the two horses, and the horses immediately ran away.

The water flooded an area of ​​dozens of miles, and the commotion would inevitably attract the attention of the Zhong and Lu families. She didn't know how long this little trick could mislead them, but it was better than doing nothing.

……

The ancient tomb of the Qin Dynasty, everything before my eyes was pitch black.

The corridor is spacious, and you can feel the delicate carvings when you touch it. There are corpses all along the way. The tens of thousands of laborers and craftsmen who built the mausoleum died here to prevent the news of its location from spreading.

A thick aura of death was overwhelming. It had been brewing for eight hundred years and its power was extraordinary. Any immortal who set foot here would have to weaken one realm first. To people from the three religions, it was a deadly poison.

Jiang Yuan opened his mouth and drank like a whale. The rolling death energy poured into his body and condensed into a pitch-black gem.

The colorful little snake around its neck spit out a black spear, which merged with the black gem, and the whole thing glowed with a strange light.

Jiang Yuan held the Death Gun. This thing had become a weapon specifically targeting people from the three religions. The first target was of course the monk Longshu who was blocking the way. Now that Taiping had returned to the capital, the other party should take the initiative to head north.

Continuing forward, the Princess Tomb, which used the tomb as its nest, had already discovered the intruder.

The rock walls on both sides of the corridor began to move at the same time. In Qimen Fengshui, this method of guarding the tomb is called Heshan.

Jiang Yuan punched out continuously, his fists flew like rainbows. After leading the cavalry across three states, his strength reached the level of six dragons and three elephants.

The rock wall collapsed inch by inch.

When encountering a river, cut it off; when encountering a mountain, open it up.

Moving forward all the way, the vigorous blood and energy are unstoppable.

The entire ancient tomb shook for a quarter of an hour. Jiang Yuan walked to the end and his vision suddenly became clear.

A large area of ​​dazzling white light lit up, and there were dense inscriptions on the bronze door in front. The dome was as bright as the starry sky, and night pearls bloomed.

The colorful little snake received instructions, jumped up to restore its size of 100 meters and swallowed all the night pearls. It can change its size, and the space in its belly is extremely large, and it feeds on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

On the bronze door, there are half negative and half positive characters, which come from the Zuo Shuchang of the Great Qin Empire. One explains the kingly way, and the other explains the hegemonic way. Only fragments are left in later generations, and Tingchao Pavilion has no more than 300 words.

Jiang Yuan raised his hand and stroked it, and more than six thousand words were completely swallowed up by the martial arts furnace, and the golden body of the Great Burning Sky Arhat rushed to sixty feet.

Just the deathly aura and the yin and yang texts make this trip into the tomb worthwhile.

Suddenly, the surrounding stone walls shattered.

Eighteen dancers in white appeared.

A veiled woman led the group, and her aura was particularly bad.

A little thought about Gongzhufen, neither human nor ghost.

Eight hundred years ago, the Qin Empire unified the world and conquered other countries to fill the royal palace with women. One woman did not get the emperor's attention, and secretly resented it. She tried to sow discord between Empress Luoyang and the tribute women. Unfortunately, until she succeeded, the emperor still never looked at her.

Jiang Yuan looked sideways, and in his eyes there was only the bleak Zhixuan Realm.

"No surprise for me?"

Eighteen women in white waved their sleeves in unison.

The most famous flying sleeve dance in Gongzhufen can make people indulge in desires and reach paradise.

Amid the soft music, thirty-six white sleeves shot towards the intruder like flying swords.

Jiang Yuan pointed his finger, and a golden finger as big as a city gate appeared behind him.

Flames burned the sky, and the screams of the dancers in white could be heard in the open space.

All you can see is a rolling sea of ​​red fire.

"The first person to make clay figures for burials will have no descendants."

As the leader of everything, you must kill the entire enemy family and wipe them out, leaving no offspring.

Jiang Yuan stepped forward and fired his gun, and the flesh and blood of the three dancers exploded, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The second shot swept across the circle, blood rained down, and all five people were killed.

Wherever the gun points, a sea of ​​fire follows.

After four shots, all the dancers who were considered masters in the martial arts world were killed.

The veiled woman screamed like a ghost and pounced on him with her ten hooked fingers.

Jiang Yuan threw out the death spear, the lightning flashed, as fast as thunder, and at the same time the Five Elements Secret Technique was activated.

The Death Gun, which was several times heavier than before, hit the veiled woman.

The Five Elements Secret Technique shattered the protective qi, and the tip of the Death Spear pierced through the vitals. Immediately afterwards, lightning exploded, and the electric arc was like a collapsing snow mountain, violently destroying all life.

Just one shot, and the Gongzhufen idea was ruined.

Jiang Yuan was silent for a few seconds, it turned out that Xiao Sizhao was actually a master.

(End of this chapter)