There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Chapter 330 Season Master.

The avenue is deep and deep, walking alone.

Li Yong, the Holy Son of the Holy Continent, walked step by step towards the depths of the Bone Burial Sea.

The road ahead is tortuous and long, isn’t that what life is like?
Such a secluded path is like a winding vine or a slender umbilical cord.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe it's a day, maybe it's a year.

From the beginning to the end, Li Yong's eyes were as calm as a pool of dark stagnant water.

It seemed that he had long been accustomed to such endless silence.

Life comes to an end, but the road is endless.

At the end of the quiet path, Li Yong saw a rippling red light.

Deep in the red light, there seems to be a giant thing crawling quietly, breathing and breathing, the red light trembles.

Without stopping, Li Yong stepped into the boundless red light.

The next moment, the heaven and earth turned upside down, and all the qi floated up and down.

Looking around, it is vast and boundless.

The place is crimson, the air is floating in the sea of clouds, and the sky is blocked.

This is like a small world independent of the big world.

In the center of this small world, there is a huge crimson cloud suspended.

The clouds and mist are shaped like fish eggs, with thousands of blood threads entangled and twisted inside.

At the end of the bloodshot, a hazy, huddled figure could be vaguely seen.

It looks like a fetus and has a terrifying breath.

boom--

Bang - Bang -

Deep in the clouds and mist, heavy muffled sounds could be heard from time to time.

The moment the muffled sound echoed, thousands of bloodshot eyes also slowly trembled.

When the bloodshot trembled, the whole small world was trembling along with it.

This is the sound of a heartbeat.

It's the heartbeat of the person deep in the clouds.

Listening to the heavy heartbeat.

Li Yong continued to walk towards the depths of this small world.

The further inside you go, the darker the blood around you becomes.

At the back, there was even dull flesh and blood on the ground.

This world...is really like a womb that breeds life.

In the depths of the earth of flesh and blood, Li Yong saw a man who was integrated into the earth.

Most of his body has sunk deeply into the flesh and blood earth.

And his exposed upper body was also covered with ferocious and twisted bloodshot streaks.

Those ferocious bloodshot threads were still trembling slightly.

They seem to be pulling away the man's life, and they seem to be delivering nutrients to the man.

Sensing Li Yong's approach, the man raised his head little by little.

It was an extremely terrifying face.

The eyes are deeply sunken, like a skeleton, and the face is old, resembling a mummy.

The wrinkles on his face were knitted together, and at first glance, they looked a bit denser than the growth rings of the ancient tree.

The corners of his chapped mouth gradually opened, and he could hear the bitter sound of flesh opening in a daze.

There was a surge in his throat, and the man's voice was even more bitter than the sound of the old door pivot.

"You...you are here..."

With indifferent eyes, Li Yong looked at the man in front of him quietly.

"Season Master..."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Listening to Li Yong's voice, the curve of Ji Zhu's mouth became more and more terrifying.

Through the torn corner of his mouth, the dry flesh and blood in his throat could be vaguely seen.

"Are you...are you ready?"

"Can you tell...who you are?"

"Are you sure...that you will win this time?"

"Do you know... what exactly are you going to face?"

Facing the season master's successive inquiries, Li Yong was not in a hurry to answer.

With cold eyes, Li Yong's thoughts returned to the past.

That battle back then...

He lost.

The soul is banished to the underworld, the body is melted into soup, and mountains and rivers are added to seal it.

Although thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are vast, they cannot bury an unwilling heart.

The obsession persists, the flesh and blood contains the soul, the general situation warms and nourishes, and miracles are born.

From now on, there is a unique soul in this world.

He was born out of the ninth generation.

But he is different from the ninth generation.

He lost a lot of his memory, and he was lost for a while.

Fortunately, he finally found his identity.

Then, a shadow appeared under the mountains and rivers.

A shadow that no one can see.

The saint has no shadow, and the great road is invisible.

He calls himself Saint—the Ninth Saint.

Ninth is the ultimate, so the ninth sage is also the sage.

He crawled in the dark, quietly watching the immortals and demons continue to grow.

He is rarely exposed, and even the Prime Minister of the Holy Continent has never seen his true appearance.

Secretly controlling the vast Holy Continent, he gradually increased his power.

His past failures made him know how to be patient.

His past failures made him more cautious.

As the world of immortals and demons continues to unfold, the Ninth Saint finally waited for his opportunity.

This opportunity is called Ji.

Ji Nai is the master of the season.

Only the patriarch of the ancient Ji Yi clan can be called the Lord of Ji.

To be precise, the Season Master that the Ninth Saint met was the exiled clan leader.

The Season Master was stabbed in the back by his son, who became the new generation of Season Master.

The new generation of Ji Masters represents the Ji family and participates in the great generational plan.

The new generation of Ji Masters leads the Ji family to new glory.

Facts have proved that his son is more suitable to be the season leader than him.

As a member of the ancient clan, Ji certainly has a Taoist spirit.

Ji's Taoism is called the Wonderful Flower of Ten Thousand Dharmas.

The Wonderful Flower of All Dharma can integrate the physical body with all things in order to bless itself.

However... this method cannot be integrated with the general trend of heaven and earth. Once integrated, it will be a recipe for death.

Because of the Taoist body of Wanfa Miaohua, Ji is responsible for building the physical body of the generations in the generation plan.

The old season master was buried deep in the bone Jedi, and the Wanfa Miaohua that blessed his combat power now became his shackles.

Using the Taoist body of Wanfa Miaohua, the son of the old Lord Ji sealed him here alive.

The physical body merges with the Jedi, and the soul cannot escape.

In the endless darkness, the old season master was suffering alive.

He couldn't die even if he wanted to...

All the wonderful flowers of all dharma are merged into the ultimate place, the general situation is immortal, and the physical body will last forever.

The glory of the past is now a prison.

Cursing, resenting, roaring...

Then, in the boundless darkness, Ji Zhu waited for a ray of light.

He waited for the obsession of the ninth remnant soul of the Holy Continent.

The two obsessions attract each other, and a grand plan begins little by little.

The age of immortals and demons, endless killings, bones buried in the sea, stacked up to the sky.

But who would have thought?

Under this sea of bones, there is still such a miracle.

This is the creation that robs all sentient beings!

……

Thousands of years have passed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the Season Master again, the Ninth Saint's expression was very calm.

"I am who I am."

"Master Ji, I won't lose this time."

"After all...I have already lost once."

"I originate from the ninth, and I have transcended the ninth."

"Look within and I will be the saint."

Listening to the Ninth Saint's words, the smile on Master Ji's face became a little more ferocious.

"Good, good."

"This story begins with you and will end with you."

"The ninth generation is the source of immortals and demons!"

"And you have the same roots as the ninth generation."

"You will achieve true transcendence, after you escape from Yuanyang's cage..."

"You must...help me kill him..."

"I can feel he's not dead yet!"

The Ninth Saint naturally knew who Master Ji was talking about.

After taking a deep look at Master Ji, the Ninth Saint nodded slightly.

Immediately, he looked at the bloody cloud. "Master Ji...I'm ready."

He raised his neck vigorously, and a dark light flashed in Master Ji's eyes.

"Ninth, although you are ready...but it is not ready."

As soon as Master Ji finished speaking, connected whirlpools appeared in the eyes of the Ninth Saint.

In an instant, the whirlpool disappeared, and the eyes of the Ninth Saint returned to the black pool of death.

"Master Ji, what do you mean?"

"hehe……"

A bitter groan came from his throat.

As the blood squirmed, Master Ji's entire body was trembling.

"Haozai Yuanyang...all living beings cannot be liberated..."

"This creation is also the creation of Yuanyang...how can it be liberated?"

His spine was straightened, and the Ninth Saint's expression was very grim.

"Then, are all the hard work that you and I have worked on going to waste?"

Listening to the cold voice of the Ninth Saint, Master Ji continued:
"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, one of them escapes...and that one is the opportunity."

"If you find that one, you can make this physical body come alive..."

"What we lack is the one."

Listening to Master Ji's bitter voice, the Ninth Saint continued to ask.

"What the hell is that one?"

"One..."

There was light in his eyes, and Master Ji had a look of despair on his face.

"No one knows what the escaped one is..."

"Maybe it's a flower, maybe it's a stone... maybe it's a donkey, who knows?"

"Ninth...when destiny shines, it will naturally appear."

The Ninth Saint nodded slightly and said nothing.

It's just...did he really have no reaction?
That slight movement has quietly carved out a bottomless ravine.

The ravine lies between the Ninth Saint and the Season Master. It cannot be ignored and cannot be healed.

The seeds of suspicion have been planted.

……

Within the flying shuttle of the awning, Xia Ming continued to warm the blood-nourishing pill.

Now that his body has reached the Eight Cauldrons, Xia Ming can also embed more blood pills.

The lower dantian melts blood and spirit, creates a white fire, and condenses the blood elixir!
Every blood pill is a monk's pill.

After refining the blood elixir, Xia Ming used the mobile energy transport manual to embed it into other acupoints.

One after another, Xia Ming was as skilled as an assembly line worker.

Soon, Xia Ming had accumulated a hundred blood pills in his body.

With his current physical strength, a hundred blood pills is already the limit.

If there were a few more, it would be unsightly.

Because once the blood elixir is activated, the thoughts in his mind are also trembling crazily.

That taste is not pleasant!
Xia Ming evenly distributed the hundred blood pills on his limbs.

After all, Xia Ming has not forgotten his [Feasibility Study on Humanoid Fighter].

Replace Wind Seed with Monk's Pill to provide a more violent burst.

Use the outer demon body as a stable defense.

Xia Ming is willing to call this combination Dongfeng Nuclear Weapon!
In the world of martial arts, only strong ones are indestructible, and only fast ones are indestructible!

Once he succeeds, Xia Ming will be a powerful weapon in the world!
quack quack!
And that's not the end.

Xia Ming was surprised to find that Qinglong Taoism could also bless Dongfeng nuclear weapons.

At the moment of activation, the golden elixir in the body will explode rapidly, and the terrifying thrust is simply terrifying.

Then, the problem arises. Xia Ming has not yet fully understood the Qinglong Taoism.

Hundreds of pills, the spiritual energy fluctuations that erupt together can only reach the Six Cauldron level at best.

Even so, the spiritual energy erupted from the blood elixir is still intermittent and very unstable.

Frowning in deep thought, Xia Ming knew that he still had to continue studying Qinglong Taoism.

If you want to study Qinglong Taoism, you can't avoid Qinglong Taozi.

Thinking of Qinglong Daozi, Xia Ming also thought of that damn donkey.

Something is wrong with that little donkey!
Just when Xia Ming was talking about the little donkey, this guy pushed open the door and barged in.

When Xia Ming was surprised, the guy raised his neck, flicked his hind hooves, and actually closed the door again.

The little donkey looked at Xia Ming, who was frowning in front of him, and felt extremely happy in his heart.

The little donkey who ate the quasi-immortal Wuming Fan felt that it was more powerful than ever!

【Quack quack! no! no! 】

[You have to teach Xia Ming a lesson before that thing is digested! 】

[How can I, the dignified Lord Donkey, be bullied by him all day long? 】

【today! I will stand up and call the shots! 】

【Quack quack! 】

The idea was clear, and the little donkey barged in directly.

Raising its proud head and erecting its slender ears, the little donkey is like stepping on clouds.

Looking at Xia Ming's strange expression, the little donkey sneezed disdainfully.

Black wind was blowing out of the left nostril, and terrifying flames were coming out of the right nostril.

Open your big mouth, and there is lightning flashing in your throat!
Seeing this scene, Xia Ming's eyes slowly changed.

Then, the little donkey walked up to Xia Ming with an unruly expression.

He stretched out his donkey's hoof and gently put it on Xia Ming's shoulder.

The little donkey tilted its head and grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

[Xiaoxiazi, we have been calling you my good brother some time ago. 】

[Today, can you call me a good big brother? 】

[Scream louder, my ears are hairy! 】

【Quack quack...】

The little donkey has not finished gagging.

Xia Ming's fists were raised brazenly.

The physical body is on the rise! Blessings from all demons! Qinglong Taoism!
boom--

Xia Ming's punch hit the little donkey's head directly.

The donkey's head was like a bouncy ball, bouncing crazily back and forth between Xia Ming's fist and the ground.

Duang——Duang——Duang
Fortunately, Little Donkey absorbed a large amount of energy shock, otherwise Xia Ming's punch would have sunk the shuttle.

Even so, the awning shuttle still trembled violently.

This terrifying movement scared everyone outside.

The little donkey was also numbed by Xia Ming's punch. After a while, the little donkey finally thought of fighting back.

【Hello guys! You are unjust to the little donkey! Don't blame the little donkey for being ruthless! 】

【Let’s make soup! Spicy and delicious! Quack quack! 】

The little donkey's belly swelled and became almost translucent.

Inside the donkey's belly, the biting black wind, violent dead fire, and surging thunder could be vaguely seen.

Seeing the violent energy surge upward little by little, Xia Ming's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The next moment, Xia Ming's big hands tightly grasped the little donkey's neck.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Ming gave the guy Kuang Kuang a few more electric cannons.

His eyes were black and blue, and two of his front teeth were missing.

The little donkey completely cried.

[What a big pot... I was wrong...]

[Cauldron... I was really wrong... Wuwuwu! 】

【What a big pot! It’s the little fat man Qinglong! She lied to me! 】

[She told me that you can’t survive, wuwuwu...]

[Stop the big pot...wuwuwu...]

bang bang bang-

Three more punches.

Watching the air mass in the little donkey's belly gradually disappear.

Xia Ming slowly released his fist.

Although he stopped hammering, Xia Ming's big hands still squeezed the guy's neck.

"Donkey! Let me ask you, what is your relationship with the road thieves?"

Xia Ming was certainly not a fool. He could not see that Donkey had stolen Kong Cheng's quasi-immortal weapon on the battlefield.

Chongyang'er is Xia Ming's guide. What Chongyang'er sees, Xia Ming can also see.

Neng stole Kong Cheng's quasi-immortal weapon without anyone noticing, and he also had this guy's weird attitude when he mentioned the thief on the road.

Xia Ming was convinced that the little donkey must be related to the road thieves!
Old Taoist Lotus is the core veteran of the Taoist bandits.

Xia Ming didn't want to let go of any information related to the bandits on the road.

How can you be careless when seeking skin from a tiger?
Seeing the increasingly murderous look in Xia Ming's eyes, the little donkey almost cried out of fear.

【Quack quack! 】

【What a big pot! I really have nothing to do with them! 】

[Cauldron... I really didn’t lie to you! 】

Seeing that the little donkey still refused to tell the truth, Xia Ming raised his fist again.

With the blessing of the heretic demon body, Xia Ming's fist was as big as a wine jar.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit his head, the little donkey confessed.

【Cauldron! What a big pot! 】

[I once brought a mouse with me to do bad things...]

[Woo woo woo...little donkey really doesn’t want to go...]

[It was he who seduced me...wuwuwu...]

【Since then...little donkey...】

【It’s not clean anymore! 】