Super Martial God

"Luo Junyu is the saint of liulizong. Although liulizong is not as good as taixuanzong, it is also a holy land. Once this incident broke out, the impact was very bad."

Even after a lapse of seven years, Feng Guang was still angry at what happened that year.

"Later, taixuanzong deprived your father of his core disciple status and publicly announced that he would be expelled from taixuanzong."

"But Jiang Yulou is more vicious than people think. Even so, he still doesn't want to let your father go. Afterwards, he sent someone to sneak attack and nullify your father's cultivation. "

"Jiang Yulou, Luo Junyu!"

Unspeakable anger erupted from Lin Mu's heart like a volcano.

There are such vicious people in this world.

In vain, his father treated Jiang Yulou sincerely, but in exchange for this outcome.

Now he finally understood why his father was so decadent in those seven years.

It must be very painful to be betrayed, framed and even abandoned.

No wonder Feng Guang's father is a great martial artist, but he is so weak in Xichuan city that he can't even suppress uncle Lin Zheng.

It turned out that his accomplishments had been abolished.

"Jiang Yulou, hypocrite."

"Luo Junyu, bitch."

He was gritting his teeth and his face was ferocious.

Killing, uncontrollable burst.

Lin mei'er also looked dull. She didn't expect that her uncle Lin Nan had experienced such a painful ordeal.

What is more valuable is that Lin Nan is just decadent, but he is always gentle and has never told anyone any pain.

I'm afraid ordinary people would have collapsed long ago.

"Lin Mu, I know you're angry. I'm not angry."

Feng Guang clenched his fist and the back of his hand jumped violently, "no matter how angry he is, he can only endure."

"Seven years ago, Jiang Yulou was a genius close to your father. He was a top martial artist. Now he is even more terrible."

"As early as six years ago, he broke through and became a Wuzong. He was promoted to a disciple of taixuanzong. I don't know how strong his contacts are."

"Not only can't we take revenge, we have to try our best to avoid him. We can't let him focus on us."“ As for naluo Junyu, it was also Tianjiao in those days. It must be no worse than Jiang Yulou now. "

Suddenly, a low laugh sounded, and then the low laugh turned into laughter.

"Ha ha... Ha ha..."

"No revenge?"

After saying these four words, Lin Mu calmed down.

"As a son of man, he knows his father's hatred, how can he turn a blind eye."

His voice was deep and calm.

"Lin Mu, don't be impulsive and do the thing of hitting stones with eggs."

Feng Guang said anxiously.

"Uncle Feng, I will repay my father's revenge, but don't worry, I'm not a fool."

Lin Mu walked to the river, looked at the water and said slowly, "this hatred will only give me more motivation and make me practice harder."

"Not now, I don't believe never."

At this time, a water frog in the water shed the last layer of skin and climbed out of the water.

Spread its wings and fly to the ground.

At the same time, a vicious voice came from Lin Mu's mouth: "one day, whether Jiang Yulou or Luo Junyu, I will kill them myself."

"I'm relieved you can think so."

Feng Guang couldn't help looking at Lin Mu. He found that he really underestimated the boy's mind.

"Uncle Feng, now I want to really understand what Wuliang Mountain and taixuan gate are."

Lin Mu said seriously.

Only when you know yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.

His future enemy is there. He must know the situation before he knows how to fight.

"When it comes to Wuliang Mountain, first of all, I want to talk to you about the pattern of Lingwu continent."

Feng Guang nodded. "Lingwu continent is actually like a galaxy. Its core is similar to the sun and is also the strongest energy spring."

"Next to this core, there are seven planets, which are secondary energy springs."

"The strongest energy source, of course, is Wuliang Mountain, which is occupied by major hidden forces. The seven secondary energy springs are occupied by the seven countries and become the palace of the seven countries."

"That's why the royal families of the seven countries are not in Wuliang Mountain, but they can continue to cultivate experts and frighten the major hidden forces."

Lin Mu was suddenly moved.

Wuliang Mountain was so powerful that he couldn't help saying: "isn't Wuliang Mountain the core of Lingwu continent?"

"The fact is that the birthplace of Wudao in Lingwu continent is Wuliang Mountain."

"There is the strongest aura in the world, the most precious herbs in the world and the most ferocious monster in the world."

"Similarly, there are almost all the strongest sects and aristocratic families in the world, that is, the hidden forces in the world population."

"It is also known as the most blessed place in the world and the place closest to the mystery of martial arts."

"The most blessed place in the world, the place closest to the mystery of martial arts, Wuliang Mountain."

Lin Mu murmured for a while.

"Wuliang Mountain is very big. It's incredibly big."

Feng Guang continued, "there are countless peaks, caves, rivers, lakes, and plain basins."

"Even though Wudao has been prosperous and developed for tens of thousands of years, no one can say how big Wuliang Mountain is, and many places of it are still unknown."

"Such a large place is a world of its own, a world ruled by sectarian holy places and powerful aristocratic families."

"In that world, many people regard themselves as Tianfu, look down on people in other parts of the mainland and think that people in other parts of the mainland are uncivilized aborigines."

"And taixuanzong is a very famous holy land and an outright behemoth in this world."

"Holy land?"

After Feng Guang mentioned this term many times, Lin Mu couldn't help noticing, "what does holy land mean?"

Hearing the speech, Feng Guang looked complex: "any force with the existence of martial saint is called holy land."

Lin Mu thought: "I've felt the power of ancestral sword. It's incredible. It really broke out. I'm afraid even Wuzong is not an opponent. Is the master of ancestral sword, the ancestor of iron sword, a martial saint? "

"Good."

Feng Guang sighed, "so ten thousand years ago, tiejiandao was also a holy land."

It's sad that a holy land has been reduced to this day.

But Lin Mu didn't care. He looked at Feng Guang and said, "Uncle Feng, you must know the holy land very well?"

"Just so."

"Feng Guangdao has fallen for a long time, but I still don't know a lot of details."

"I know a general idea now. It's almost the same."

Lin Mu immediately said.

"OK."

Feng Guang did not refuse, "the holy land is huge, far beyond human imagination."

"It's not the kind of sect with hundreds or thousands of people you see outside. This kind of sect is not worth mentioning in Wuliang Mountain, except for a few special exceptions."

"As far as latte Kendo is concerned, at its peak, it has 100 core disciples, 1000 inner disciples, tens of thousands of outer disciples and hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous workers."

"In addition, there are millions of ordinary warriors and mortals."