Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

Central Continent, Martial God Temple.

The mountains are floating in the sky, the palaces are brilliant, and the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth is lingering. There are flying cranes spreading their wings and tigers roaring in the forest, which is a fairyland scene.

This is the highest place in the Central Continent, where the power of the Heaven-devouring Martial Ancestor rules over the core areas of more than a dozen Martial Saint kingdoms.

Logically speaking, this should be the most peaceful place.

But at this moment, an unparalleled battle has destroyed this spiritual land with fairy spirit into dilapidated ruins!

Mountains fell from the sky one after another, formations were destroyed, and the magnificent palaces were reduced to rubble by the terrifying force.

The ground is even more sunken into deep pits. There is almost no intact place within a radius of thousands of miles.

And in this messy ruins, an unwilling roar echoed through the sky.

"Who are you, your Excellency, and why do you want to destroy my foundation!!"

The Heaven-devouring Martial Ancestor knelt in the pit, looking up at the figure in the sky, his eyes blood-red, his teeth gritted, and hatred written all over his face.

As strong as Martial Ancestor, he was seriously injured at this moment, with blood dripping all over his body, and there were pools of bright red blood scattered on the ground.

In the deep pit, in addition to the Heaven-devouring Martial Ancestor, there are corpses one after another, all of which are powerful Martial Saints and elder deacons of the Martial Temple.

In the entire Martial Temple, only the Heaven Devouring Martial Ancestor was left.

The Temple of Martial Arts is destroyed!

The Heaven-Devouring Martial Ancestor's heart was bleeding, and there was both hatred and fear in his heart. He had never shown such emotions since he became a Dao Martial Ancestor.

He was filled with powerlessness at the moment, and the bitter emotions almost overwhelmed his brain.

The mighty Martial Ancestor was actually at the end of his rope

High in the sky, three majestic figures looked down at all living beings.

The auras of the three of them were like an abyss, hard to detect. They were all strong men at the Martial Ancestor level!

The three great martial ancestors gathered together to attack the Martial Arts Temple!

"Haha, why should a dying person know who this Heavenly Lord is!"

A contemptuous laughter rang out, and among the three people, the leader was seen with long dark red hair and a handsome face. There was a faint dark red light surrounding him, like blood-colored maggots, twisting the void.

If Lin Bei were here, he would definitely be shocked.

Because this person is clearly the Immortal God! !

At this moment, he has restored his cultivation as a Heavenly Lord, standing in the void, looking around in all directions, with an unparalleled aura.

To his left and right, stood a manly figure several feet tall and a slender red-scaled woman.

The man was wearing a ragged animal skin coat, with a rough and heroic face, and carried a huge black ax on his shoulder. Just by taking a look at it, you could tell that it was extraordinary, and the image of the opponent wielding the huge ax automatically appeared in his mind. A picture that sweeps the world.

Although the red-scaled woman is slender and slender, she gives people a feeling of power. Her body is covered with red scales, flashing with light, and there are clusters of fiery red fireworks attached to them, giving her an extremely dangerous aura.

But at this moment, the eyes of the two Martial Ancestor-level experts were dull, as if they had lost their souls and charm.

"The Martial Ancestor of Heavenly Khan of the Northern Plains, the Martial Ancestor of Yanlin of the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang."

The Heaven Devouring Martial Ancestor looked at the two zombie-like figures and felt despair filling his heart.

Two powerful Martial Ancestors were turned into puppets without making a sound. What a shocking thing!

This shows how terrifying the dark red figure at the head is!

Without even thinking about it, the Heaven Devouring Martial Ancestor knew that the terrifying existence that suddenly appeared in front of him must be a giant of the Heavenly Master who has survived to this day in the ancient world of immortality.

It's just that this giant of heaven is a bit scary.

He actually enslaved two powerful Martial Ancestors one after another!

You know, Martial Ancestor is a strong man on the same level as Tianzun.

The Heaven-devouring Martial Ancestor did not know how the other enslaved the two Martial Ancestors.

At this moment, he had completely given up struggling.

With one against three, one person fought against three strong Martial Ancestors, which caused him to be severely injured and unable to fight anymore!

He once tried to kill the dark red figure, thinking of catching the thief first, but in the end, the opponent was obviously killed by him, but miraculously resurrected on the spot, with only a very slight weakening of the breath.

This made him realize that he had no way to survive.

"I would rather die than be someone else's puppet——"

The Heaven Devouring Martial Ancestor roared angrily, the power of his body quickly accumulated and compressed, and then he rushed towards his body!

"I want to blow myself up, hum!"

The Immortal Heavenly Lord sneered, and his thoughts moved instantly.

I saw that in the deep pit, blood-colored tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground, and instantly bound the Heaven-Devouring Martial Ancestor.

Then, Martial Ancestor Tianhan and Martial Ancestor Yanlin disappeared from the place with a swish sound. When they appeared again, they were already beside Tiandevouring Martial Ancestor.

Under the sunset, the floating light of Wangyue River leaps into gold, the silent shadows sink into the jade, the solitary swans fly together with the setting clouds, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky.

Yu Tianji looked at the scenery in front of him, his hair flowing on his forehead, his mood calm and calm.

He was originally keen on fighting and was known as a fighting madman.

At this moment, it seems that he is tired of the fighting in the rivers and lakes. He stands quietly by the river, bathing in the afterglow of the sunset and admiring the scenery of the evening river.

Ever since he was promoted to Martial Saint, many pictures appeared in his mind out of thin air. The intertwined pictures were strange yet familiar, which made him feel confused and confused.

What made him even more confused was that the boredom in his heart became stronger and stronger, and gradually became difficult to control.

No matter how crazy the fighting is, no matter how intense the stimulation of life and death is, they can't suppress the feeling of boredom.

Along with boredom comes a sense of fatal failure.

This left him at a loss and without any motivation for the way forward.

Even for life, there is no nostalgia at all.

"Everything is fate, and I'm tired of it."

Yu Tianji's feminine face showed a numb look, and he murmured to himself in a low voice: "You are tired of it too, aren't you? Since we have failed, maybe we should leave this world and leave forever."

He seemed to be whispering to the wind, or talking to an old friend.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears: "You are right, you are indeed leaving this world forever."

The voice was very light, but it was filled with an evil feeling, like the King of Hell urging death.

Yu Tianji turned his head and looked at the Immortal Heavenly Lord who had appeared here at an unknown time. His expression was calm, without any surprise or fear, and there was even a hint of relief in his eyes.

The Immortal Heavenly Lord stood with his hands behind his back, slowly walked forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, he watched the beautiful scenery on the river with him.

Looking at the setting sun, he chuckled: "As expected of the Reincarnation Heavenly Lord, I didn't expect that you would integrate my immortal fragments into your soul and join the game with your own body, hoping to wash away the imprint of the immortal Gu through endless reincarnations."

"That time we met again, I couldn't even sense my fragments in your soul. If I give you another ten thousand years, maybe you can really succeed."

The Immortal Heavenly Lord sighed softly, with a hint of regret and joy in his words: "It's a pity that you still failed!"

"Is that so?"

Yu Tianji didn't feel any regret, as if he had solved a puzzle, he showed a relieved expression, but his eyes remained calm. (End of chapter)