Alienated Martial Arts

Enjoy the blooming flowers and the full moon.

Go for an outing in early spring and enjoy the snow in late winter.

Unconsciously, day and night alternate, and the seasons rotate.

That day the cold wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily.

Completely covering the entire northern wilderness.

But on the Demon-Suppressing Mountains, there was no cold wind and no snow.

Only the clouds, which were so thick that they were almost indestructible, tightly enveloped the dark mountain.

From time to time, golden thunder falls from the sky, hitting the surface of the Demon-Suppressing Mountains and bursting into dazzling sparks.

It is particularly clear under the dark night.

"Teacher, is the place ahead where the golden-armored god will descend tomorrow to slay the Dark Lord?"

A slightly childish voice sounded, breaking the long dark silence.

The person who spoke was a young man in his teens, no more than 20 years old at most. He looked at the mountain at the end of his vision from a distance and asked curiously.

Although there was still a distance that wasn't too close, he couldn't even see the entire mountain due to the obstruction of the thick clouds and the size of the mountain.

All you could see was golden lightning falling continuously, illuminating the dark night sky instantly.

The person being questioned was a middle-aged man. He looked up at the sky, as if he was lost in memories.

After being silent for a long time, he sighed lowly and said, "Yes, after the battle of the gods to seal the demons, there was this huge mountain like ink in the northern wasteland that was originally flat.

Some people say that this is caused by divine power, which changes the terrain. Others believe that the mountains in the distance should be transformed into the corpses of demons. Even if they are dead, they still have to withstand the constant bombardment of golden sky thunder. "

"What about the golden-armored god who suppressed the demons? Why didn't he appear again?"

"I don't know. Maybe I am returning to the divine realm, or I may turn into clouds and rain down golden thunder to suppress the demon corpse..."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, his body trembling slightly involuntarily.

Although a long time has passed, he can't help but feel frightened when he recalls the scene where the demon emerged from the abyss of the earth and the golden god descended to seal the demon.

Even if he has reached the spiritual lake realm above the spiritual spring, he cannot completely eliminate this fear.

Fortunately, the golden-armored god will descend tomorrow and be beheaded by the Dark Lord. Otherwise, if he were allowed to step out of the wilderness of the North, we don't know what kind of terrible disaster it would cause in the world.

The further forward you go, the more you can feel the majesty of the Demon-Suppressing Mountains.

The underground spiritual veins seemed to be cut off, and the spiritual energy aura quickly became thinner.

For the Lingyuan monk, he clearly realized the growing sense of oppression.

The middle-aged men in the spirit lake realm are better off. After all, they can be called walking spiritual springs. Therefore, even though they are a little sad and uncomfortable, they can persevere through the powerful spiritual energy in their bodies.

Next to him, the young man who was still young and frail looked a little unbearable.

He gasped for breath, sweat dripping all over his body.

Every step forward is done with all your strength.

Even with the help and support of the middle-aged man, it was almost difficult to move forward.

"Teacher, the pressure here is too great. I really can't walk."

Before actually reaching the foot of the Demon Suppressing Mountains, the young man held onto the rocks beside him and stopped with a pale expression.

"If you don't reach the realm of spiritual springs, the spiritual energy in your body cannot circulate and regenerate endlessly. The closer you get to the core area of ​​the demon-suppressing and forbidden place, the more pressure you will have to withstand extreme growth.

A slightly longer time will not only be useless for your future practice, but may even cause huge irreparable damage. "

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, looking through the vast snow to the towering mountain peaks in the distance.

When he spoke again, his tone suddenly became serious and serious, "But you have to know, I know that this situation will happen, and I want to bring you to the demon-suppressing Jedi this time. What is the purpose for you? What benefits will it have in the future?”

There was a soft sound.

The middle-aged man knocked on the rock next to him, and a sound sounded like gold and iron.

He lowered his eyes and raised a faint smile on his lips.

There was no smile in the tone of his words, but a coldness full of disappointment.

"Qiulin, if you really can't hold on, just go back along the original route."

The young man gritted his teeth and stood upright with difficulty, "I can continue to move forward, just as the teacher said, not only for my own life and death, but also for the glory and glory of the family. Even if the disciples risk their lives, You must persist until the end.”

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and then sighed secretly, "The Qiu family, which originally emerged from the wilderness of the north and formed an army with the great monks of Lingquan, suddenly lost their spiritual energy on the night when the gods came to suppress the demons, and the entire family was reborn. Encircled and suppressed by mysterious figures, it collapsed and perished in a very short period of time.

Except for a very small number of younger generations who have not yet begun to practice the secrets passed down from their families, the Qiu family's battle array, which was rampant for a while, was like a bright meteor, streaking across the sky and disappearing without a trace, leaving almost no trace of its past existence.

As one of the few remaining descendants of the Qiu family, and you were attacked by an ambush a few days ago, you should know what I want to express. "

After a pause, he continued, "I don't know whether that rumor is true or not, and I don't know whether the Qiu family is truly a descendant of divine blood.

But when your father entrusted you to me, I accepted you as a closed disciple, and you kowtowed, served tea, and worshiped me as your master, I couldn't just let you die.

But facing a mysterious and powerful enemy, Shishi is no match for them, so they can only grasp this life-saving straw, and they cannot let go even if they die. "

Qiulin bowed and stood up. Just as he was about to say something, his heart suddenly started to throb.

Even the spiritual energy within the body suddenly surged, bringing an unprecedented and unknown experience.

Qiulin narrowed his eyes suddenly, and at this moment he thought of his elders and relatives at home.

His behavior at this moment seemed to be very similar to when their cultivation level was growing rapidly.

No matter what your qualifications are or how talented you are, if you can gather spiritual energy in a very short period of time and advance all the way up, you have to reach the spiritual spring realm at least.

It's a pity that he was still young at that time and had not really embarked on the path of cultivation, so he had no personal experience.

Therefore, it is really as described in the rumors. The Qiu family are descendants of the divine blood, and they provided power to the golden-armored gods in the battle to suppress the demons. This caused the subsequent decline and weakness, and was taken advantage of by those mysterious enemies. Came in and almost wiped out the entire Qiu family?

"kindness!?"

"What's going on? Why does it feel like this rock is moving?"

Just as Qiu Lin was lost in thought, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed without warning, and he grabbed the disciple next to him and jumped back like lightning.

After landing, he staggered and could barely maintain his standing posture. His legs went weak and he almost collapsed on the ground.

The spiritual energy in his body was out of control at the same time, like a river bursting its banks, surging towards the boulder, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Go, don't look back!"

The middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and without even having time to be surprised or frightened, he pushed the young man back again.

He was left alone to face the mysterious enemy that was about to appear.

Time passed little by little.

The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily.

Nothing has changed.

There was no subsequent spiritual energy fluctuation, nor did any enemy appear.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

The middle-aged man wiped away the blood that overflowed from his mouth and nose. He was about to turn around to see Qiu Lin's condition, but stopped without any warning.

At this moment, a gentle man's voice sounded, and along with the howling cold wind, it quietly reached the ears of the two of them.

"The night when the gods came to suppress the demons sounds inexplicably sighing."

"You are a descendant of the Qiu family in the North. Although Qiu Mei stabbed me in the back, in any case, I owe you a lot.

Moreover, Qiu Mei may have been helpless and unable to truly control her own destiny, so she lost herself in confusion and was completely occupied by the son of destiny. "

The low sigh lingered, even the howling of the wind was not blurry at all.

The middle-aged man was tense and tried his best to control the last bit of spiritual energy in his body, looking around for the source of the sound.

The surrounding area was empty and desolate.

Apart from the two of them and the large and small jagged rocks, there was no one left.

Uh-huh! ! !

At this moment, the violent storm suddenly became gentle.

Centered on where the two of them were standing, even the temperature was rising.

In an instant, it was as if we had arrived at the turn of spring and summer, and I felt an inexplicable and wonderful feeling of relaxation and joy.

But what surprised the two of them even more was that at this moment, sprouts appeared on the originally desolate ground, which was still growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within a few breaths, it was covered by a dark jungle.

"No, this is not a plant, but a soft tentacle covered with scales!"

The middle-aged man stared at the nearest branches, his heartstrings tightened to the extreme, and even his voice trembled violently when he spoke.

The next moment, something happened that frightened him even more.

Those long snake-like branches seemed to have life, twisting and twisting into a ball, wrapping up the autumn rain not far away without any warning.

The speed was so fast that even he couldn't react.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"I think I have never offended you, why do you do this to my disciple..."

Halfway through his words, his voice suddenly stopped and he suddenly became silent.

The eyes looking at the big ink-colored cocoon were full of disbelief and surprise.

"One breath of spiritual spring, three breath of spiritual lake, am I dreaming!?"

"How can a stupid apprentice like me have such a powerful talent!?"

"Descendants of divine blood, indeed descendants of divine blood!"

"Only one with divine blood can achieve this incredible level."

The middle-aged man's face was changing, and he murmured to himself in a state of confusion, "Brother Qiu, have you seen it? This is your son, a genuine descendant of divine blood."

"Children of the Qiu family cannot be descendants of divine blood."

Along with the sound of this voice, an illusory figure slowly walked out from the depths of the dark forest, and stopped not far away.

"Strictly speaking, it would be more accurate to say that he is a descendant of the demon."

"A descendant of the Qiu family, a descendant of the demon?"

The middle-aged man frowned, seeming to find it difficult to accept this statement.

The illusory figure nodded slightly, then raised its head to look up at the sky, observing the golden thunder that suddenly became dense and violent.

"The Son of Destiny, Zhenjie Mingxu, is so angry that even if he burns the ancient god's true spirit and puts himself into deep sleep again, he still wants to suppress me in this cold wasteland."

After sighing for a moment, he withdrew his gaze and fell on the middle-aged man again, "Although you are not of the Qiu family's blood, and you did not accept my gift at the beginning, you can be considered as helping me by bringing the descendants of the Qiu family here. This is a favor and you deserve my thanks and kindness.”

After a pause, he continued, "I haven't really broken the blockade yet, and I don't have anything else to give to you, but I think you have extraordinary talents and amazing bones. You must be a rare martial arts wizard. If you can guide me, It will become a great thing in the future.

Well, I have a mysterious boxing technique here that can summon the dragon. Old sir, do you want to learn it? "

"Exquisite bones, martial arts prodigy..."

"The mysterious boxing technique that summons the dragon?"

The middle-aged man's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't even utter a word.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

He stood still in a daze, subconsciously looking at the disciple who was still wrapped in a big cocoon. For a moment, he was confused and didn't know what to do.

But his body fell down uncontrollably, and he bowed respectfully, "I don't hold back, I pay my respects to the teacher."

"The Eastern Qisu Jiayi Wood has a raised horn, di chamber, heart and tail pan. It emits clouds and gloomy energy, making thunder sound. It is also known as Canglong."

"Although the method I taught you is still divided into three chapters: Guiyuan, Xuanyuan, and Hunyuan, many changes have been made to the content.

Because you have not refined your Qi and blood and transferred your true energy, you can only find another way to build the spiritual veins in your body through the Imperial Spirit Yuan instead. After all, this is the Taixu Spiritual Realm. As long as you can truly understand and perceive the true meaning of Xuan Nian, you will be successful. . "

Uh-huh! ! !

Don't listen attentively, and suddenly countless black shadows flash before your eyes.

Then something pierced the skin and kept meandering inside the body, like needles and threads threading through flesh and blood, bringing about an excruciatingly painful experience.

"In order to help you digest and absorb it and understand it deeply, I have constructed the corresponding spiritual energy circulation path in your body. Then you can practice according to the three exercises.

However, there is one thing that I must remind you to pay attention to. Although you have good talents and qualifications, which can more easily induce the true meaning of Xuan Nian, you should not be too relaxed and lazy in the process of practice.

Because if you cannot refine these veins within the stipulated time, you are likely to fall into madness until you die in endless pain. "

"After learning this method, your strength level should be greatly increased, and it will be easier for you to do some things for me."

When the illusory figure said this, he turned to look at the Demon-Suppressing Mountain shrouded in dark clouds, where thunder suddenly rumbled and lightning flashed across the void, which was several times more violent and dense than before.

After a moment, he turned back and continued in a calm tone, "It seems that the Son of Destiny is a little unhappy, and there are also some monks from the outside world who are attracted here, and I don't know what they are trying to get involved with.

So in order to speed up your practice and practice the successful method early to help me, I will give you a secret method of swallowing the sky. You can understand as much as you can, it just depends on your good fortune. "

"Eastern Qisu, the secret method of swallowing the sky."

Don't hold back and gasp for breath, feeling the extra things in your body, and you have mixed feelings for a while.

There was also a practice method that seemed to be imprinted in his mind, which also surprised him greatly, and he was impressed by the cleverness of this illusory figure.

However, when he first looked at it, he only felt that this boxing technique was ordinary. It was nothing more than attracting spiritual energy into the body and then running the perception according to fixed veins.

No matter how much you think about it, you can't find anything that can summon the dragon to descend.

There is even a huge gap compared to the exercises he has practiced.

But as he delved deeper, Wu Kui couldn't help but feel in a trance. He didn't know where he was, as if his soul was floating out of his body, penetrating through the thick clouds above, and crossing the gray fog like the deep sea, and came to a dark void. deep.

Unconsciously, he was dripping with cold sweat, and he didn't even know when the illusory figure disappeared.