Gou Zai's journey to the heavens in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 47 Withering
The long sword fell and stabbed straight towards Chen Ming, but was easily blocked by Chen Ming.

Qiu Ze suddenly felt something was wrong.

At this moment, Chen Ming's energy and blood should be confused and very weak. Even if he could block his sword, he would still be able to do so with great reluctance.

But looking at Chen Ming's appearance in front of him, how could he look weak?

Standing there, looking at Qiu Ze in front of him, Chen Ming suddenly smiled on his face.

"Since you don't follow the rules, don't blame me."

What do you mean?
Listening to Chen Ming's words, Qiu Ze was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, he felt something was wrong.

An inexplicable sense of danger emerged from him, making his whole body tense up instantly.

Boom!

The long knife swung down and struck Qiuze in an instant.

Then a horrifying scene began to happen.

On the long knife, a bright flame wrapped around it and went straight towards Qiu Ze's body.

In just an instant, this place seemed to turn into a field of fire, and even the air was filled with flames.

Flame knife!

"What's this!"

Feeling the flames swirling around, Qiu Ze's heart instantly became horrified.

With his status and strength, there are few things in this world that scare him. Even if he is about to die in the next moment, he can deal with it calmly.

Just looking at the sky full of flames in front of him, he felt inexplicably terrified at this moment.

Controlling flames with mortal power, this is almost like a legendary immortal, right?
He has never seen this scene before!

The flames swirled around Qiu Ze and began to burn continuously.

At this level, it is not enough for a grandmaster.

Although the flame driven by mana is stronger than ordinary fire, it is not enough to burn a grandmaster to death in a short period of time.

So in full view of the public, Chen Ming took action again.

In an instant, several streams of light flew out of his body, each of which was a short knife, and he rushed out at this moment.

The flying knife rushed out and pierced directly into Qiu Ze's body, almost pinning him to the ground.

Then a long knife fell down and slashed straight forward.

boom!
The long knife collided with the ground and made a crisp sound.

A human head flew out, with an expression of disbelief on his face until he died.

Everything is settled now.

But at this moment, everything became extremely quiet.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but rub his eyes, almost suspecting that he had just hallucinated.

What did he see just now?
It's obviously just a martial arts competition, what's going on with the flaming knives and flying knives?

Why did the style of this world change so suddenly?

"Old ancestor."

On the side, Zhao Yun's juniors asked with shock: "In addition to being powerful, does your grandmaster have such amazing methods?"

Faced with such inquiries, Zhao Yun could only remain silent.

If possible, he would also like to know the answer to this question.

Chen Ming's methods just now are no different from those of warriors like gods.

Compared with the shock of others, Zi Qiong and Bai Ying were quite normal.

There was no way, they had been shocked by similar methods more than 20 years ago.

It is precisely because they know that Chen Ming has such almost magical methods that they have such confidence in Chen Ming.

So what if Qiu Ze is a martial arts legend? Can he be worthy of the methods of such a god?
What they didn't know was that Chen Ming was secretly rejoicing at this moment.

The spells he knows are limited, and apart from firebending, there are only a few minor spells left.

In order to ensure that this duel was foolproof, he had specially refined several flying knives before coming, and had specially used his own magic power to refine them.

These flying knives were made of the best materials, and after being refined with his magic power, they could barely be regarded as simple versions of magic weapons. Only then did he successfully capture Qiuze.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there might be some problems this time.

Pure fire control can only serve as a barrier for masters like Akiza, but it is impossible to kill with one strike.

Fortunately, everything was completed smoothly.

"ended."

Standing there, Chen Ming looked at Qiuze's corpse at his feet and muttered to himself.

As for the reactions of other people present, he didn't care.

In the past, he would have concealed something, but now, he is no longer afraid of exposing anything. So what if some of the supernatural powers in oneself are revealed?

If you dare to have any thoughts, just chop them with a knife.

If he really wanted to kill someone, even the master Zhao Yun could not stop him at this moment, and he would only end up like Qiu Ze.

That day, the result of the duel spread quickly.

Then in just half a year, Qiuchen Valley's power quickly fell apart and fled in all directions just like the original Medicine King Palace.

Yaowang Palace announced its return with the death of a master.

Under Chen Ming's instructions, the newly built Medicine King Palace received the full support of Great Liang.

In this regard, Zhao Yun is very knowledgeable.

After watching the decisive battle that day, he knew that he could not stop Chen Ming, so he chose to cooperate with any decision made by Chen Ming.

Anyway, as long as the Zhao family's throne is not lost, everything is acceptable.

Time passed slowly.

Before I knew it, another twenty years had passed.

On this day, Chen Mingruo raised his head and looked in the direction of the palace.

The next moment, he arrived at Zhao Yun's location.

At this moment, Zhao Yun is already too old to be shameful.

His body was thin and his overall condition looked much worse than before, like a mummy.

Without too much observation, just by looking at his appearance, you can already feel that Zhao Yun is in a state where he is close to running out of gas.

"Are you here to see me off on my last journey?"

Looking at Chen Ming in front of him, Zhao Yun asked with a smile.

Chen Ming nodded, but then shook his head: "It's a pity that I have lost another friend in this great cold."

"It's a pity that you don't have another person to test the medicine for you."

Zhao Yun was speechless.

In these twenty years, Chen Ming did not do anything.

In terms of personal cultivation, he has reached the top. Not only has he become a master in martial arts, but his physical cultivation has also reached the ninth level of body refining, which is considered to be the limit.

After the ninth level of body refining, the next step is to build the foundation, and this step is impossible to complete in this world with thin spiritual energy.

Chen Ming could only give up his practice and focus entirely on alchemy.

The alchemy inheritance he had obtained at the beginning has now been completely understood by him, and he has refined many basic elixir recipes recorded in it one by one.

At this point, he also began to think about a new recipe.

Using the resources of Great Liang, he collected the medical inheritance of this world, absorbed the essence, and combined the alchemy inheritance of monks with the refining methods of many secret medicines in this world to create several new elixir recipes.

When there is a new recipe for elixir, it is natural that there will be people who test it.

In the past time, Zhao Yun has assumed this role and become Chen Ming's imperial medicine tester.

Anyway, he is a master, and ordinary erysipelas and the like don't matter to him at all.

Looking at Zhao Yun, Chen Ming smiled awkwardly, but didn't say much.

"That's all."

Zhao Yun shook his head: "Although you used me to test the medicine, without the pills you refined, I probably wouldn't be alive now. I should have died ten years ago."

"Now that I have lived for so many more years, I have made some money."

He sighed: "This world is just a dream. I'm already one hundred and thirty years old. It's not a big deal to die now. It's just that there are still many things in this world that I can't let go of."

"I see."

Chen Ming nodded: "After you die, I will take care of the world of Great Liang for you."

"Then I can rest assured."

Zhao Yun smiled, feeling reassured by Chen Ming's promise.

After more than twenty years of getting along with each other, he already knew Chen Ming's character very well, and knew that if he promised, he would definitely do it and would never break his promise easily.

In this case, he can let go of everything and die with peace of mind.

In the secret room, Chen Ming chatted with Zhao Yunchang for several days, and then watched him slowly die.

A generation of great masters has passed away.

This is just the beginning.

In the following years, those people Chen Ming was familiar with began to die one after another.

For example, Zi Qiong and Chang Ze left one after another in the next ten years.

(End of this chapter)