The Return of the Martial Ancestor of Martial Arts

"I'm already blind anyway, so what else is inconvenient? This is not the place to talk, come with me."

The blind old man was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the tower.

"Boy Lin Dong, although you are trying to save the situation, you cannot use this matter as a casual joke to expose Senior Brother Gumo's wounds."

On the way, Wu Dao lowered his voice and said.

"Uncle Enlightenment Master, please rest assured. This disciple already has some confidence in his mind, but further investigation and confirmation are needed."

Lin shook his head. He was not stupid and would tease the sect elders about such things.

After traveling through several hidden corridors, we arrived at our destination.

The unusually simple stone room contained only a bed, a table and a chair. This was the residence where the blind old man, the Mahayana immortal talisman master, had lived for hundreds of years.

"Let's get started, you don't have to be scrupulous, just use it to your heart's content."

The blind old man pointed to the open space opposite and sat down directly.

Lin Dong, who was sitting cross-legged across from him, nodded and looked at the nervous look on one side. He put two fingers together and lightly pressed on the blind old man's eyebrows, and the majestic mental power swept out like a torrent. .

"Twenty-year-old top Eight Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, his talent is far inferior to that of Junior Brother Zhou Tong, right~"

The blind old man smiled with relief, and immediately let go of his mental defenses without hesitation, accepting Lin Dong's spiritual torrent.

In Lin Dong's mental vision, the gray-white eyes of the blind old man were wrapped with dense gray threads, tightly wrapped around them like maggots on the tarsal bones, wrapping the entire eyeballs airtightly.

The rich cold air released from the gray silk thread was eroding the two withered and shriveled eyeballs all the time, exuding waves of ominousness.

"The cold air is the culprit that caused Master Gu Mo's blindness. It seems that the desolate demon eye's desolate palace martial arts has too many flaws. If a practitioner doesn't have a divine object like the ancestral stone, Protect the body, practice one blind and the other.”

"The ancestral stone has the magical effect of deducing and perfecting martial arts skills. I have to find an opportunity to remove the side effects of the Desolate Demonic Eyes and return it to the palace to benefit the subsequent disciples of my Desolate Palace."

"But now, let's see if we can help Uncle Gu Mo solve this stubborn problem."

Lin Dong thought about this, and the ancestral stone hidden between his eyebrows suddenly shone brightly. A gentle milky white light flowed into the blind old man's body along its spiritual tentacles, and shone on the gray silk thread wrapped around his eyeballs.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

The gray silk threads transformed by the strong cold power melted quickly like ice and snow under the sunlight, and the gray net that tightly wrapped around the eyeballs was immediately opened.

Meanwhile, the outside world.

"boom!!!"

The blind old man's expression suddenly changed dramatically, and his hands hanging on both sides grabbed the ground uncontrollably. The bluestone floor under his seat was immediately crushed by him, and two shocking lines of blood continued to overflow from the corners of his eyes. It was really terrible. terror.

"Senior Brother Gu Mo, what's wrong with you? Lin Dong, stop it!"

Wu Dao, whose nerves had been tense, immediately became anxious and stretched out his hand to separate the two of them.

"Enlightenment, don't be nervous, is a good thing. I can feel that those damn things that have been bothering me for hundreds of years have been slowly opened up. In fact, I am better than ever."

The blind old man opened his eyes and wiped away the blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. A rare smile appeared on his dry and wrinkled face.

"Lin Dong, please tell me."

Wu Dao's body stagnated and he turned to look at Lin Dong.

"Uncle Gu Mo, are your eyes caused by the desolate demon eyes that you practice in my desolate palace martial arts?" Lin Dong pondered for a moment and said.

"Well, something went wrong when we were practicing." The blind old man cherished his words like gold.

"Uncle Gu Mo should have noticed just now that the power I have can purify the cold energy brought by the desolate demon eyes, but the cold energy accumulated in your eyes, uncle, has been too much for too long. , we can only adopt the strategy of encroaching step by step.”

"I think it will be completely cleaned up in about a month. At that time, I will give you a purification power to be cultivated between the eyebrows, which will completely solve the erosion problem, but the process may be more painful."

"As long as I can regain my sight, the pain is nothing."

The blind old man shook his head. Although he could see the world more clearly after transforming into spiritual power, the eyes were always one of the most precious body parts of a warrior. If given the chance, he would of course want to restore them.

"Let's do this. I won't take advantage of you. After you choose your martial arts, you can stay here and practice for a month. Then you will help me treat your eyes every day. How about I teach you how to practice martial arts?"

The blind old man stood up slowly and said.

"Lin Dong, why are you still stunned? Hurry up and agree."

Wu Dao was slightly startled, and then he pushed Lin Dong hard.

The blind old man has suppressed the martial arts hall for more than a hundred years and is proficient in most of the martial arts in the Huangdian Palace. Even those who have never practiced before can still give Lin Dong some advice from a high position.

Having a martial arts master teach you step by step for a month is an excellent treatment that many warriors dream of, and it will definitely benefit you a lot.

"It's a deal." Lin Dong took advantage of the situation and handed over his hand.

"Let's go, I'll take you to choose martial arts. First, learn the Huang Jue. I can't lose my Huangdian's special skills. The Huangjin derived from the Huangjue is the core of many martial arts of my Huangdian. The foundation, it is not an exaggeration to call it the mother of all laws.”

Knowing that there was still hope for his eyesight to recover, the blind old man seemed to be in a much better mood. He kept giving instructions along the way, and was stunned for a moment as he watched Enlightenment.

Bastards, you are paying back my cold senior brother! !

The deputy master of the Huangdian Hall and the chief elder of the Huangdian Martial Arts Hall jointly led the team to select martial arts for a disciple. This luxurious lineup instantly shocked many disciples along the way.

But when everyone found out that the disciple was the chief of Huangdian, they all suddenly had a look of surprise on their faces. It turned out that this big boss had come here, no wonder.

Under the leadership of the blind old man, Lin Dong quickly arrived at a central ancient hall in the Martial Arts Hall. Inside the hall was an extremely huge platform, with a huge boulder about a hundred feet in size suspended on top of the platform.

The whole body of the boulder is gray, and its surface is covered with huge and ferocious cracks. Just a quick glance will reveal a desolate, vicissitudes and ancient ancient scene.

The land within a hundred feet of it was all withered and gray, as if all the vitality had been sucked out of it, just like the scene before when Jiang Hao and others used Huang Jin.

Many Huangdian disciples were scattered around the gray boulders, practicing with their eyes closed. They seemed to be practicing some secret method, but they did not dare to approach easily. They must be afraid of something.