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Chapter 131 The Last Daoist

On the avenue of martial arts incarnation.

Zhao Wou-ki moved forward slowly.

While looking at the figures of the martial arts seniors on both sides, he moved forward, and his inner understanding of martial arts gradually increased.

There is even a sense of analogy.

But Zao Wou-ki always felt that there was a trace of weirdness on the avenue of the incarnation of martial arts, as if there was some great horror ahead.

until……

He saw a black figure.

The opponent's body was as black as ink, like an abyss.

The profound power emanates from its body, fluctuating and spreading, and then evolves into indescribable magnificence.

The moment Zhao Wuji saw the opponent, his body was restrained by a mighty force, and he stopped suddenly.

"Who are you, the latecomer?"

"The way forward for martial arts has been cut off, why did you come here?"

The black figure spoke slowly.

The dark divine light flowing around his body made the avenue beneath his feet tremble.

This is the embodiment of being strong to the extreme on this road.

hiss! ! !
Zhao Wou-ki couldn't help but gasped.

really.

There is also such a person above martial arts.

And judging from the aura, the martial artist seems to be a bit stronger than the Hidden Spirit Sword Immortal.

Of course, he has this kind of feeling, and it doesn't rule out the possibility that Senior Yin Ling didn't show his true power, and what he saw and felt was just the tip of the iceberg of Senior.

At the same time, Zao Wou-ki noticed the words spoken by the man in black who stood in front and made him stop.

Has the way forward for martial arts been broken?

How do you say this?
Does it mean that the path forward for martial arts practitioners in the human world has been cut off and there is no room for progress, or...

Zhao Wuji gradually did not dare to imagine.

It's okay if it's the former, but if it's the latter...

It was the situation he suspected...

There is a problem with martial arts...

That would be a little too scary.

For a moment, Zao Wou-ki fell into deep thought and forgot to reply to the senior man in black in front of him.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

The man in black broke the silence and said, "Who are you? Why don't you answer my question?"

Zhao Wuji hastily said: "Senior, forgive me, junior Dong Zhuo is a person who practiced in the lower realms, he was lucky enough to come here to see senior, and seeing senior's aura of domineering rushing towards his face, he couldn't help admiring him, so he lost his composure and looked at senior Forgive me."

As the saying goes, flattering can never be worn, but Zao Wou-ki does not hesitate to hold people up high.

However, for the sake of safety, it is not advisable to let the other party know your real name when the other party's attitude is unclear and you don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Ok.

Anyway, I have more than one name.

I am Xin, the sun, and Dong Zhuo.

I can be more if need be.

Today, I am Dong Zhuo.

Hearing Zao Wou-ki's words, the man in black seemed to be useful, but after carefully looking at Zao Wou-ki, he seemed to have discovered something, and said in surprise: "You have cultivated to the extreme stage of Mahayana, and there are monks like you in this world!"

"However, why do you still have such a strong aura of swordsmanship on your body? Could it be that you still have the favor of swordsmanship?"

Zhao Wuji's heart sank.

Why did this senior single out the way of the sword and say, doesn't he want to see the way of the sword?
Or martial arts and kendo have enmity?

No matter which one it is, the exposed body of my genius sword cultivator may be dangerous today.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji did not hesitate to put aside the relationship and said: "Of course not. This junior is a dedicated person and is born with a love for martial arts. If it were not for practicing martial arts in today's world that would lead to immortality, this junior would not even be able to cultivate immortality."

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji asked again: "However, this junior has seen that martial arts is so magnificent and does not seem to be weaker than the immortal way. Why is it now reduced to a mortal body-building technique?"

"The origin of martial arts is ancient, before the ancient times. It was extremely prosperous in the ancient times and the ancient times. Even compared with the four ways of immortals, Buddhas, demons, and demons, they are not necessarily too weak. There are indeed some reasons for their decline now... "

"Does senior know the reason?"

"This is not something you can have access to now. You are not qualified to know yet, so I can't say anything."

Hear what the other person has to say.

Zhao Wou-ki felt a familiar feeling rushing over his face.

He thought for a while and asked: "This junior has already reached the ultimate stage of the Mahayana stage, and will be able to step into the fairyland in the near future. Don't you have the right to have a glimpse of the road behind your senior? What does the senior mean when he says that the road to martial arts is cut off? ?”

The man in black looked at him deeply, and then his tone became cold and ruthless: "Forget it, I am only here to guard the remaining glory of martial arts. Since you want to see it, I will let you see it. I hope you won't regret it... "

As he spoke, the man in black turned his body slightly.

The scene behind came into view.

Zhao Wuji's pupils dilated suddenly.

……

at this time.

Bulao Mountain, in a cave.

Master Yuanji, Yue Jing, Xiao Tiangou and Xiao Shitou, who loves to drink animal milk, sat together.

In the middle of the flame, which exuded a terrifying temperature, a bronze cauldron entwined with mysterious runes was cooking something, and bursts of milky fragrance emanated from it.

Xiaoshi, who loves to drink animal milk, took out some clay pots from time to time and poured the bright red liquid into the tripod.

Immediately, a strange fragrance began to diffuse.

This is the strange fragrance emanating from the boiling Mahayana period monster beast milk with the ancient blood of monster beast true blood in the Bulual Mountain. It is very precious. Whether it is an ordinary person or a monk, smelling it can prolong life.

Xiao Shitou, who loves to drink animal milk, said with a smile: "This is the secret recipe for boiling milk that I learned in Wushuang City in the past. It can stimulate the spirituality in animal milk and demon blood, so that the eating effect will be the best."

Yue Jing and Xiao Tiangou looked curiously at Ding Nei.

Frankly speaking, they had accepted Xiaoshishi's invitation to eat animal milk a few months ago.

Although the taste and effect are good, they are not addictive.

They really didn't understand why Xiaoshi was so obsessed with animal milk.

Until now...

They get it!

It turns out there is a secret recipe!

This tastes really good!
At this time, Master Yuanji stared at the boiling animal milk in the cauldron, and said with a smile: "It's delicious, it's delicious. Fellow Daoist Shi really knows how to appreciate it. It's a pity that there are no descendants of the four-horned sheep in this old mountain. Otherwise, if you can get other Add some milk, it will taste great..."

Little Stone looked up at Master Yuanji: "What is a four-horned sheep? Master, do you know where to find its traces, I will catch them."

Master Yuanji said without changing his expression: "Four-legged sheep only appear in the world of mortals. They are rare and rare, but their milk is extremely delicious. It would be a pity not to taste it once in your life."

"It's just that the poor monk has only encountered a few times when he was traveling the Shili Huaihe River and the famous river in Jiaofang. I'm afraid he can't guide fellow Taoists."

Xiao Shitou nodded, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Yue Jing understood it in seconds.

But he didn't say anything.

He was afraid that Master Yuanji would be slapped to death by a small stone.

Because based on his understanding of Little Stone...

Little Stone really loves animal milk and has a wide range of recipes.

But food is limited to non-humanoids, and milk is limited to animal milk.

The master has always been a little unscrupulous, and most of the four-legged sheep he talked about are not serious monsters, so I am afraid it cannot be accepted by Xiao Shitou.

Xiaotiangou stared at the boiling liquid inside the bronze cauldron with vigor.

Salivation.

The atmosphere between three people and one dog gradually became subtle.

The false gods who claimed to be gods in Bulao Mountain outside the cave finally came up with strange thoughts under the high pressure of the small stones.

……

the other side.

Within the nameless mountain range, there are hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers stationed in the camp.

Fumotian Shenyihe was covered in blood.

The purple battle armor on his body was dilapidated, and his eyes were even more bloodshot.

He exudes a terrifying aura of extreme masculinity.

There was billowing black mist on his body, as if possessed by a demon.

The heavenly soldiers guarding nearby were trembling with fright.

They all wished they were deaf and blind and had never seen anything.

Who could have imagined that things would evolve to this point?

At first it was just because of a teenager.

Then another boy came.

Finally a third boy appeared.

Their leader, the God of Subduing Demons in Immortal Court, was seriously injured several times and fell to this point.

Of course, they can also understand that the evil thoughts produced when the mind is suppressed to the extreme are enough to devour any living being, even the gods are no exception.

But the devil can be possessed by the god of subjugation...

What a terrible thing this is!
It's really hard to imagine what will happen next!
"It's so scary. The aura emanating from the god can kill me."

"Help, my body is about to burst. Does God want to kill us too?"

"Help me, help me, help... help me."

The heavenly soldiers made eye contact.

Even though his whole body was trembling with fear, and his body was cracked under the pressure of Yihe's breath, he could not make a sound.

As for the other creatures inside and outside the mountain range, they naturally could not escape and were even more miserable.

Many beings with weaker cultivation levels were exploded into blood mist in an instant, leaving no bones or residue behind.

Even the big monks who are above the Dao stage, their bodies and primordial spirits are cracking at this moment.

"It still doesn't work, that boy seriously injured the fairy god, but he also suffered a more serious injury and escaped, and now he is implicating us..."

"Hey, how dare mortals compete with gods and gods, now that it's all over, he's gone, and we're all going to die because of him..."

"I didn't expect that one day, I, Chagebian, would end up falling because of being affected by others..."

The monsters and monks nearby were talking about it.

A fairy god is a fairy god, really invincible.

Even if the opponent is the pride of the human race!

They/they hate the boy who came to challenge, if not for him, maybe they/they can live for a while longer.

the same moment.

In a large tomb.

The illusory figure of the old ghost, the spirit of the ancient elves, suddenly appeared with a boy with a shiny forehead.

The old ghost couldn't help sighing as he looked at the fainting boy.

Ugh.

The little master is still too weak.

Although the ice bow and black arrow it refines is said to be able to suppress and kill immortals even if mortals can pull it away.

But that's only in theory.

Real combat is not that simple.

Moreover, the little master does not have enough faith. Even if he can barely draw it to full capacity when his emotions are intense, it will be difficult for him to exert the true power of the ice bow and black arrow...

Still a little too eager.

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