If you lack magical powers, you will compete with it!

Yi's voice kept echoing in the sea of ​​heart, and Yang Yu's heart was not rippled, but he also agreed deeply.

The Longquan Spiritual Tide has risen again a million years ago, and whales swallowed all realms behind it. Its foundation is far better than the mountains and seas at this time. Before the sky and sea opens, there are few people in the world that can match it.

Yang Yu really doesn't know how powerful his supernatural powers have been cultivated to such a great world, with the highest inheritance, creation, and ranks.

But he knew deeply that it was almost impossible to compete with his supernatural powers with a hundred years of practice!

However, what he practiced was more than just supernatural powers.

"Human Immortal Martial Arts!"

In the blazing flames, Yang Yu closed his eyes and entered into meditation, allowing the ignition of the Samadhi True Fire to ignite himself.

This process is extremely painful. Even as the master of magical powers, once it causes fire, the severe pain will not be reduced.

"call!"

"suck!"

As the pain of the tide surging, Yang Yu's mind was erratic, and he first sensed the martial arts river.

There are a few more waves in the martial arts chief Hanoi. More than ten years have passed, and four martial saints, including Jiang Xiazi, have been born in the Longquan Realm!

"The Long River of Martial Arts..."

Feeling the long river of feeding, Yang Yu's mind sinks to his body and begins to transport the blood and blood of his body.

Silent ~

In the dark golden tower, the fireworks filled the air for a while.

Tick!

In just a few moments, when the true fire and body gathered, a drop of light golden blood was already generated.

It is far more solid and harmonious than his own blood, and more like self-consciousness, trembling and squirming, absorbing magic power to strengthen himself.

This is the ever-changing blood that he was born in his body!

"The second step of the human immortal is to be able to be called the emperor of the Nine Yao, and the third step is to be comparable to the eight extremes?"

Sensing the ever-changing drop of blood, Yang Yu's heart was filled with turmoil.

This is not like that.

The difference between magical powers and ranks is the same as the nine-going, and the eight poles may be different, let alone the comparison between martial arts and immortals?

Even Yang Yu, who is a fairy martial artist, can only correspond with his own feelings.

But he has not become the eight poles, nor has he changed so he has no way to sense the gap between the two...

"call!"

Taking out one elixir after taking it to replenish qi and blood, Yang Yu once again triggered the Samadhi True Fire to burn his body.

Suddenly, his heart moved and stopped refining essence and blood. With a change of thought, he felt the call in the dark.

This call is intermittent and has a very serious delay, but it is precisely what Wujian incarnates from the mountain and sea realm.

The incarnation of Wujian is transformed by his heart and blood. He can even change his body in one thought. It’s just that the two realms are too far away, and the flow of time is different, so communication is very difficult.

"This is……"

With the huge delay, Yang Yu received the message conveyed by Wujian's incarnation intermittently, and his expression couldn't help but tremble slightly:

"I know the future against the contrary, God moves, forget the water of love, return the wind and return the fire, never extinguish, drive away, talk to the past and present..."

This is all the divine species in the mountain and sea realm have been packaged?!

...

...

"The first person close to the emperor, the Taoist of Tianzong!"

Looking at the fire light gradually extinguishing in the sky, Gu Shentong took a deep breath, but he could not suppress the chill in his heart.

The drifting fireworks are the master of the Ten Thousand Demons Caves, one of the five giants of the Demon Taoism!

He stood there for a long time before the ancient magic power came back to his senses.

In front of the windowsill on the sixth floor of the largest restaurant in Qianshan City, he turned his wine glass and his mind was uncontrollably dissipating.

"Wait, or..."

Ancient Shentong was hesitant.

Eleven years have passed, and the Juyun Golden Tower is still a phantom, and it seems that it will be reappeared in the next moment, and it may take many years.

He didn't want to wait any longer, but he had been waiting for this lucky golden tower for more than seventy years. If he gave up at this moment, how could he be willing to do so?

Bang!

After a long time, Gu Shentong took the silver and turned around and left the restaurant.

Qianshan City is still very lively, even more prosperous and lively than it was more than ten years ago.

The city moved to the Wanshi Mountains, which is a great fortune for most people in the city.

Not to mention the spiritual qi that is ten times richer and can be swallowed freely, just being close to Wanshi Mountain and without any demonic atmosphere in the city, it is enough to make the vast majority of people cheer for it.

The ancient magic power walked aimlessly, suddenly felt shocked and subconsciously hid into the crowd.

"Qianshan City!"

Walking in the familiar street, Li Ningyang's expression was complicated, and it had been decades. Most of the people he knew back then were still alive, but no one could recognize him.

"What is that?"

When Li Ningyang saw the scenery, Zhong Lilie looked at a mansion in the distance, and the voices inside were noisy.

"Martial fighting gate?"

Li Ningyang shook his head blankly.

"I'm afraid this is left by the Nanling..."

Zhong Lilie said to himself, and took a step forward and landed on the flagpole that stood more than ten feet high in the martial arts gate.

He lowered his eyes and saw thousands of people performing martial arts here, their blood and blood dispersed, like a steamer.

"Is this, Taoism?"

When Zhonglilie's heart moved, a disciple from Wanshishan had already soared into the air and bowed and said:

"Disciple Li Yian has met Senior Brother Zhong!"

"What kind of Taoist technique is this?"

Zhong Lilie flashed and landed, and the disciple followed behind him and responded respectfully:

"This martial arts sect is suspected to be the inheritance left by the Nanling Mountains. It is a Taoist technique called "Wu". The martial arts disciples of the martial arts are practiced by the branch martial arts, called "Four Elephant Fist"..."

Zhongli Lie asked, and the disciple naturally did not dare to hide anything.

"More than ten years ago, a disciple of the sect discovered that this sect's art was extremely powerful. A Taoist who summoned Yuanben, who practiced this sect's martial arts, actually repelled the joint efforts of our seven disciples of the Ten Capitals and almost ran away..."

"By this martial arts, I have killed seven disciples of the Ten Capital? None of those disciples have practiced the magical power of killing?"

Zhongli Lie frowned.

"Then, among those seven disciples, three of them have the magical power of killing and attacking, and they are also the most serious injuries, and they are almost beaten to death..."

The disciple smiled bitterly, and he was also very shocked and puzzled at the time.

"So awesome?"

Zhongli Lie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The disciples of Wanshishan are not comparable to those of casual cultivators. If they have achieved the Ten Capitals, if they do not have the magical power of killing, at least they will have several Taoist techniques to killing.

With one person's strength, defeating seven people, this can already be ranked among the top 100 in the ten capital list!

"As soon as this incident happened, many senior brothers were alarmed at that time, even the senior brothers from the inner sect came..."

The disciple dared not hide it.

More than ten years ago, when Qianshan City was moved here, few disciples cared about it, so they only sent two outer disciples to guard it and selected people to plant spiritual fields.

Later, for some reason, he had a dispute with the Martial Dojo Sect, and Yuan Ben took action and forced the two outer disciples to retreat.

The two disciples were unwilling to accept the brothers and the seven of them joined forces and were defeated. Four of them were almost killed here.

Afterwards, a large number of outer disciples came here to suppress Qianshan City, and by the way, they also included martial arts in the city.

"After that, many senior brothers took the initiative to practice this technique. The junior brother also came here at that time. In nine years, he had blood exchanges nine times and had a few martial arts proficient. The one who entered the country the fastest was Senior Brother Jiang..."

"But Jiang Xiazi, Senior Brother Jiang?"

Li Ningyang naturally followed.

"Not bad! Senior Brother Jiang came very early. He was the first to practice martial arts in the city. He also protected Yuan Ben and imprisoned him in a temple in the city."
To be continued...