Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

Inside Sheng Yanling's cave.

Lin Bei, Zhao Caiyan, Sheng Yanling, and Qianyuan Tianzun, it was rare for the four of them to get together.

After Sheng Yanling regained control of the cave, he could change the celestial phenomena in the cave with a single thought. The wind and rain would blow with the wave of his hand, and the clouds would disappear with the snap of a finger, just like the master of heaven and earth!

The creatures growing in the cave sky are all submissive and obey the orders.

The incomplete loopholes in the cave were repaired by the power of her laws, and the remaining hidden dangers were directly directed by spiritual thoughts to the creatures in the cave to fill the gaps.

Golden-crowned eagles led thousands of spiritual birds, carrying stones in their mouths, to the swamp that had corroded holes in the cave sky.

Plop, plop, plop!

Stones rained down and smashed into the swamp.

A group of huge red rock elephants trampled back and forth in the land filled with holes drilled by burrowing rats, kicking up dust all over the sky.

A group of monkeys appeared in the dilapidated and old palace, holding things in their hands, just like humans, and they were renovating the palace.

The whole cave has a new atmosphere.

The palace is filled with aura, sandalwood smoke is curling up, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing. The four people sitting around have an atmosphere of discussing Taoism.

"Senior Sheng"

Lin Bei looked at Sheng Yanling with a puzzled expression, waiting for the other party to answer his questions.

It says there are four people, but there are actually five.

A Sheng Yanling in fluttering white clothes, a childish version of Sheng Yanling.

Lin Bei could see that the current leader was still the child version of Sheng Yanling.

Sheng Yanling sighed and said in a childish voice: "They came too fast. Although I returned to the third level of the Martial Saint, I didn't have time to attack the Martial Ancestor."

Lin Bei and Zhao Caiyan both looked at Sheng Yanling in fluttering white clothes, with even more confusion in their eyes.

Qianyuan Tianzun took a sip of tea and interjected: "So, you made a clone of your own Martial Ancestor?"

"Clone?"

Lin Bei suddenly felt enlightened.

Some martial saints can also practice the method of clone, but they are not as advanced as Sheng Yanling. They can usually only cultivate clones with lower cultivation level than themselves.

A clone of the Martial Ancestor level.

Lin Bei couldn't imagine it.

"This is also a helpless move. As Xu Wutian said, it is equivalent to cutting off the road."

Sheng Yanling's expression showed no sadness or joy, but his tone was full of helplessness: "Otherwise, there is only a dead end."

"Why is the road cut off?"

Lin Bei was puzzled.

From Sheng Yanling's tone, it was not difficult to tell that whether it was the Heaven Devouring Martial Ancestor or the Void Sky, those who came were not good.

The Heaven-Devouring Martial Ancestor may not have murderous intentions, but it is difficult to predict whether he would kill Sheng Yanling if he saw Sheng Yanling whose strength had fallen behind the Martial Ancestor.

Of course Sheng Yanling didn't dare to gamble.

What's more, even if the Heaven-devouring Martial Ancestor doesn't kill her, he will never help her without any conditions.

In the end, he either signed some strict contract with the Heaven-Eating Martial Ancestor or was killed by Wutian.

Therefore, Sheng Yanling could only use his back hand to refine the shell of his former body into a clone.

In this way, the strength of the Martial Ancestor can be preserved and he will not be left to his own devices.

But this obviously comes with conditions and costs.

The conditions are naturally the memory of Sheng Yanling Martial Ancestor and the harmony with his predecessor.

Otherwise, not to mention that the success rate of transforming Wu Ancestor's body into a clone is extremely low. Even if it succeeds by accident, it will only be able to exert 40 to 50% of its combat power, and will not be able to truly fight against Wu Ancestor.

Sheng Yanling was reborn with a drop of blood, perfectly matched with the previous body, and also had the memory of the Martial Ancestor. They were one body, so they could naturally achieve success, and they could also be perfectly driven to exert their full combat power.

In addition, Sheng Yanling's front body shell was severely eroded by the Law of Void, and the Law of Void needed to be driven away.

This didn't bother her at all.

After all, after thousands of years of purification by the Zixiao Divine Thunder, the difficulty of purification became much lower after she controlled the Zixiao Divine Thunder herself.

Sheng Yanling seemed to have expected it and successfully purified the previous body in advance, but he did not take that step.

For this reason, the original purification formation was consumed as a disposable tool, which was somewhat wasteful, but it was still worth the money.

"To be promoted to Heavenly Lord, you must achieve your own perfection to prove your uniqueness."

Qianyuan Tianzun glanced at Sheng Yanling, who was in fluttering white clothes, and then looked down at the child version of Sheng Yanling, saying: "If I hadn't guessed, martial arts is also limited by this iron rule."

"Martial Ancestor is the only one. If you transform your predecessor into a Martial Ancestor clone, you will not be able to advance to Martial Ancestor yourself."

"Unless the clone is destroyed, there will be a chance to attack the Martial Ancestor again."

Sheng Yanling took over the words and said: "Now I have been targeted by Xu Wutian. Destroying the clone is tantamount to committing suicide. Without the power of the Martial Ancestor to protect me, how can I save my life under the eyes of Xu Wutian."

Lin Bei listened to the conversation between the two and gradually understood what "the road was cut off" was all about.

If the clone is not destroyed, it will not be perfected and it will not be able to attack the Martial Ancestor.

If you destroy the clone, you have to face the sky of nothingness, and your death is doomed.

Sheng Yanling couldn't help but look at Qianyuan Tianzun, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and his eyes showed a hesitant look, as if he was thinking about something.

However, Qianyuan Tianzun coughed lightly, held his head high, stroking his long beard, with a proud face. Although he was looking at Sheng Yanling, his eyes were glanced at Lin Bei.

Looking at the expressions of the two of them, Lin Bei cursed in his heart: "You are such an old man, but you still want to escape from my control."

He looked at the expressions of the two people and suddenly laughed.

"Hahahahahaha."

The laughter was arrogant, a little relaxed, a little free and easy, so abrupt, yet so heroic, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Sheng Yanling, who was hesitant, Qianyuan Tianzun, who was hinting frequently, and Zhao Caiyan, who was transparent, couldn't help but cast their eyes on Lin Bei.

Looking at Lin Bei who was laughing wildly, the three of them could not help but frown and were confused.

After all, it was the transparent Zhao Caiyan who couldn't help it first and said: "Hey, what are you laughing at!"

She sounded a little dissatisfied. Her master had "cut off his path." In such a desolate and sad atmosphere, this guy could still laugh.

If it had been anyone else, she would have struck it with an axe.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Bei looked around and punched, and proudly said: "It's very simple, I just need to become the Martial Ancestor!"

"You need the power of the Martial Ancestor to fight against Xu Wutian, and then you have a chance to be promoted to the Martial Ancestor under the eyes of the opponent!"

"And if you want to be promoted to Martial Ancestor, you must destroy the Martial Ancestor's clone, which is equivalent to losing the power of the Martial Ancestor. In that case, you will be unable to compete with Wutian!"

"If that's the case, then if I, Lin Bei, become the Martial Ancestor, everything will be solved!"

Lin Bei's voice was calm and calm, but his words were full of arrogance, making the three of them widen their eyes and wonder if they heard correctly.

Become a Martial Ancestor! ! !

What a loud tone!

Everyone feels incredible.

Although they all knew that Lin Bei was arrogant, when did he become so arrogant that he dared to speak arrogantly and falsely claim to become the Martial Ancestor!

You know, he is not even a Martial Saint now. (End of chapter)