Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Suddenly, Little Red who was in Chu Mo's embrace twitched, and looked at the middle aged man with a pitiful gaze.

Chu Mo felt pity in his heart, and said to the middle-aged man: "Predecessor, since you consciously exist, why don't you recognize this little fellow?"

The middle-aged man looked at the mysterious small animal and said: "I don't recognize it!"

"Wuwuwu …"

Hearing this, the mysterious small animal began to cry again. Its big tears rolled down its face, looking extremely sad.

The middle-aged man continued, "If it knows me, then it's very likely that this noble one took it after leaving this place. That's why I haven't seen it before!"

Hearing that, Chu Mo was startled, and then exclaimed: "If that's the case, then doesn't that mean that this tomb is not the real tomb of the Predecessor? Doesn't that mean that the real body of the Predecessor is very likely not dead yet? "

Middle-aged man slowly said: "How can it be so easy to die when you have been cultivating for so long!"

How could it be so easy to die?

Listening to these words, Chu Mo inexplicably felt an indescribable domineering aura!

Even if one were to think about him, Chu Mo, just facing someone like him, one would need to use all of his strength to barely be able to live on.

"Yiya, Master isn't dead yet, hehe …"

Upon hearing this news, the small animal immediately broke down in tears and laughed, rolling in Chu Mo's embrace happily.

Chu Mo stroked the small animal's head lovingly, then asked the middle-aged man: "Predecessor, if that's the case, then why did I build this tomb?"

The middle-aged man raised his head to look at the sky, as if he wanted to see something.

A moment later, the middle-aged man retracted his gaze and slowly shook his head, "Dojo of Limits, your words are accurate!"

Towards this answer that was as profound as one could imagine, although Chu Mo did not understand, he knew that he should not ask, so he could only remain silent.

The middle-aged man glanced at Chu Mo, noticed the sword on his back, and said: "I never thought that you would actually obtain the approval of the Dragoncry Sword."

"Dragoncry Sword!?"

Hearing this, Chu Mo took down the longsword, and gently caressed the scabbard coiling around True Dragon, feeling that this name was simply too domineering!

The middle-aged man slowly spoke, "The sword gave birth to the dragon's cry, the dragon's cry is the sword!" The Dragoncry Sword s are formed by the knowledge of their owner. Only people who have obtained the approval of the scabbard can obtain a complete treasured sword body. "

Chu Mo nodded, he had obtained the scabbard first so he could subdue the Dragon's Roar treasure sword.

Thinking about that, Chu Mo held onto the sword hilt, wanting to pull out the sword and listen to the dragon cry.

However, no matter how much strength Chu Mo used, the Dragoncry Sword did not move at all.

"This …"

Chu Mo was extremely embarrassed and gloomy.

He was actually unable to pull out the Dragoncry dagger that he had painstakingly obtained?

Could this thing be broken?

Regarding this, the middle-aged man seemed to have expected it and explained: "Dragoncry Sword s are not casually unsheathed! With your current strength, you don't have enough to pull out your sword at all.

"So that's how it is!"

Chu Mo finally understood and was relieved!

As long as the sword was not broken!

As for strength, Chu Mo could slowly cultivate it, and one day, he would be able to pull out the Dragoncry Sword!

At the same time, it also showed the strength of the Dragoncry Sword. Only a true divine weapon would have the right to be so 'pretentious'.

After pausing for a moment, the middle-aged man continued: "Since you have obtained the approval of the Dragoncry Sword, then I will pass on to you the《 Dragon's Roar Sword Art》 as the reward for reaching the top of the Little Martial Arts Mountain!"

As he said that, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and grabbed the Dragoncry Sword in Chu Mo's hand.

Seeming to be in consideration of Chu Mo's situation, the middle aged man did not unsheathe his sword, but started dancing.

With slightly erroneous steps, the middle-aged man flicked his wrist, causing the Dragoncry Sword to tremble. It actually continued to emit waves of dragon roars without being unsheathed.

The dragon roars rang out one after another, a total of nine sounds!

Nine was the limit!

Nine dragon roars rose and fell one after another. They combined together, resonating through the horizon as they washed out the four directions.

Dragon's Roar! Dragon's Shadow!

Suddenly, three divine dragons rushed out from the scabbard's body. While roaring, they dispersed the mist around them.

The middle-aged man slowly spoke, "Three cries of one dragon, nine cries of three dragons, once the three dragons appear, their might can annihilate the heavens!"

With that, the middle-aged man slashed out!

Suddenly, the three divine dragons roared, and terrifying power erupted in an instant, devouring the surrounding space. They tore through the skies and cracked open the earth. Thunderous roars erupted, making people's hearts tremble.

The formidable impact was so mighty that it swept out in all four directions like a raging sea wave. It actually directly blew Chu Mo away, falling sixty meters away, leaving him with a face covered in dirt and a head in a sorry state.

"What a powerful Swordsmanship!"

Chu Mo patted the dust off his body, his eyes filled with joy, excitement overflowing his mind!

This kind of might, definitely exceeded the scope of the Profound Ranked Martial Technique. The lowest was Earth Ranked Martial Technique, and there was even the possibility that it was a legendary Heaven Ranked Divine Technique!

How could he not be excited? Such a powerful Swordsmanship was about to become Chu Mo's.

The sound of thunder gradually died down and the shattered space returned back to normal. The middle-aged man put away his posture, casually threw the Dragoncry Sword over to Chu Mo, and asked: "Have you learned it yet?"

Chu Mo recalled it seriously for a while, then slowly nodded his head and said: "I think so!"

"Then practice!" The middle-aged man held his hands behind his back, looked at Chu Mo, and said, "You only have one day, after one day, my illusions will disappear!"