Alienated Martial Arts

I don’t know when it started, but the sky in the Taixu Spirit Realm became a little different.

Among the blue colors, there is a halo of scarlet blood intertwined with chaotic dark gray.

And as time passes, the halo becomes larger and darker.

Like a hideous and terrifying scar, it stretches across the middle of the originally pure sky.

Even the weather has turned nasty.

Various disasters occurred one after another, and countless lives were lost at one time.

Night gradually enveloped the earth.

The cold wind is howling in the north and the snow is falling heavily.

It was baked by the magma in the cracks of the abyss and turned into a vast mist that never dispersed, turning the originally messy land into a fantasy dream.

I don’t know since when, what fell from the sky was no longer snowflakes, but large pieces of hail.

It fell like raindrops, making dense holes on the ground.

Another part fell directly into the crack of the abyss, instantly causing the hot magma to roll and surge, splashing golden and red waves one after another.

Don't hesitate to raise your head and let fist-sized ice cubes fall on your body, making a crisp sound like metal knocking.

Under the faint light, the blue and black scales shone brightly, reflecting a heart-stopping cold light.

He climbed carefully along the path, fearing to disturb the plants and trees of the sacred mountain.

When encountering small animals passing by, they will actively stop to give way to them, and only get up and move forward again after they pass.

Even at his speed, he stayed until midnight before he could see the pavilion he had built with his own hands from a distance.

Moving forward some distance, it seemed as if we had crossed an invisible dividing line. All the cold wind, ice and snow disappeared, replaced by the fragrance of flowers and the gentle breeze on our faces, as if we had entered a fairy cave.

A man with a white face and no beard came up to him, and after a dozen steps away, he bowed with his hands clasped in fists, making a full gesture of respect.

"It turns out that Mr. Wu is here. The master is waiting in the pavilion. You can go and see him now."

When he saw someone coming, he didn't hesitate and didn't dare to neglect him. He immediately returned the greeting with a smile on his face and even lowered his waist even lower.

Although this person was a prisoner captured by His Majesty, his current status was that of the Divine Lord's personal attendant. Therefore, even if he and Mo Du met, they would have to be polite and not dare to offend him in the slightest.

After standing up straight, Wu hesitated and asked, "Mr. Fu Xun, does he know why your Majesty called me here this time?"

Fu Xun took two steps closer and lowered his voice and said, "I don't know what the specific matter is, but according to your majesty, it seems that you are ready to let Master Wu Kui lead an expedition."

"Leading an army on an expedition?"

Wu Zui was startled for a moment, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Does His Majesty the Divine Lord mean to launch an expedition against the Return of Chaos and the Endless Sea of ​​Blood?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He looked at the smiling Fu Xun again, and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to say this in front of the returning monk.

Fu Xun didn't care about this, and his expression didn't change at all when he spoke again, "You are really overthinking. The master just said before that he would hide his capabilities and bide his time. How could he send the Holy Spirit Legion to attack Guigui?" Ruins?"

After a pause, his voice suddenly became serious, "But according to my speculation, the master mentioned that now that he has completed the integration of his techniques, it is possible for Master Wu Kui to lead the team to the Lost Land. This is a more important matter. A big deal."

"Leading a team to the Lost Land?"

Don't hesitate to look up at the night sky. You can't help but think of the exercises you have practiced and the source of Qinglong's true meaning. A thoughtful expression appears between your eyebrows.

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Suddenly another period of time passed.

The Taixu Spirit Realm suddenly became quiet.

Even the Holy Spirit warriors were nowhere to be seen. Except for the small area south of the Breaking Mountains, there seemed to be no monks left in the world.

The Lingyuan monks soon discovered this, but they still cowered down and did not dare to show their heads, for fear that crossing the boundary would trigger the second spiritual war and destroy and bury the inheritance they had finally preserved.

I don’t know since when, the sky has become more and more terrifying and chaotic.

Blue, white, gray, and blood are intertwined and intertwined, looking like an overturned palette that has been randomly mixed by a naughty boy.

What's even weirder is that various sounds can be vaguely heard, often coming from above the sky.

Sometimes it's like singing and singing, sometimes it's like a ghost roaring.

It was also mixed with the sound of waves and the roar of machinery, making it difficult to find the real source.

Immediately, the Lingyuan cultivator was even more frightened. Not to mention crossing the Broken Boundary Mountain to explore north, he wished everyone could hide in the mountain fortress and wait until all the strange phenomena disappeared before they dared to come out.

Deep in the Northland wilderness, the towering mountains become increasingly majestic.

It has almost completely occupied the abyss, and is still growing and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The stone path on the peak and the garden pavilion.

Wei Tao walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

Fu Xun followed step by step, like a shadow hiding behind, making no sound.

The two of them walked up the path and finally came to the top of a strange rock shaped like a curved corner.

This place is much higher than the pavilion, as if you can touch the patch in the sky by raising your hand.

The location of the patch is the gap opened by Mingxu to introduce the ocean of spiritual mist to suppress the demon.

But later Wei Tao mended it and blocked it tightly.

In addition to being able to continuously overflow spiritual mist downwards, it basically blocks out all kinds of prying eyes from the endless sea of ​​blood and the returning ruins of chaos.

Wei Tao stopped and his looming figure gradually became clearer.

He slowly raised his head and carefully observed the shape of the patch, and after a moment he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Mingxu is almost unable to hold on any longer."

"However, he is worthy of being the son of destiny in the ancient true world. Under the dual pressure of the endless sea of ​​blood and the return of chaos, he also showed surprising strength and resilience.

Not only did he persist for such a long time, he even caused a lot of trouble for both of them. Even if I were to take over, I might not be able to do better than him. "

When Wei Tao said this, he suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

Looking through the patch he made, he plunged deeply into the endless deep space shrouded in spiritual mist.

I don’t know since when, a bottomless bloody vortex appeared in the sky.

The chaotic and bloody aura surged out from it, like a vast ocean with no end in sight.

"The sea of ​​blood really comes faster."

"Chaos is still on the way back to the ruins, but it has already passed its tentacles through the ocean of spiritual mist and is close to the Great Void Spiritual Realm."

"According to this trend analysis, we have been hiding in the Mingxu Ling territory for so long, and it is almost time to really stand up."

Wei Tao observed carefully and looked at the large blood-colored waves surging in the vortex. He couldn't help but recall the pleasant time when he was in the ninth level of the world and enjoyed several bloody vortexes by himself.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

A pair of eyes lit up with a faint light, and deep inside the bloody vortex, a big bright red hand was slowly condensing into shape.

boom! ! !

The big hand poked out from the whirlpool little by little and grabbed toward the realm of Taixu below.

In an instant, the sea of ​​​​blood surged and huge waves rolled, triggering a terrifying, chaotic and bloody atmosphere, swallowing up and annihilating large areas of spiritual mist in an instant.

"This blood sea vortex seems a little different."

Wei Tao withdrew his gaze and glanced back, "With your perception that has been cultivated and trained by the Heart of Original Things, can you see through that big hand and see clearly what is connected behind it?"

Fu Xun seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and his body could not stop trembling slightly.

If he hadn't been standing behind Wei Tao, he might have already collapsed on the ground with his legs weak.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady, "Replying to the master, I can only see a patch of scarlet, and there seems to be a looming figure of a beautiful woman in it.

When you go deeper, you feel a sharp pain like an explosion in your head, as if you are being pricked by countless steel needles. It is difficult to continue to maintain it no matter what..."

"Huh?"

"what is that?"

Fu Xun was still talking, but his expression suddenly turned to surprise and confusion, "On her fourth and sixth arms, there seemed to be huge wounds that were deep enough to show the bones, and they seemed to be filled with the energy from the original ruins.

I actually saw the mechanical remains left by the Chaos warriors. Could it be that a large-scale war broke out between the Blood Sea and Guixu? "

Wei Tao was not too surprised by this, "The Endless Sea of ​​Blood and the Return of Chaos are heading towards the Taixu Spiritual Realm at the same time. As the distance between the two sides gets closer and closer, some friction is inevitable.

If Senior Mingxu provokes a few more moves, even a big fight is not impossible. "

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed, "You have grown four or six arms, and yet you can still regard her as a beautiful woman. I can't help but have great doubts about your vision and knowledge."

"Replying to the master, I just didn't see it clearly for a while, but later I realized that the guy seemed..."

Fu Xun was about to explain, but his expression suddenly changed, "She found me, she actually found me!"

"She was able to detect my prying eyes. No, that's not right. She sensed the aura fluctuations of the Return of Chaos and the Heart of the Original, so she followed the traces and found my location."

boom! ! !

The dark red giant hand suddenly paused, then slowly adjusted its angle, and finally aimed at where the two of them were at this time.

A moment later, there was another loud bang.

The giant hand penetrated the vast spiritual mist, piercing the inner and outer three layers of patches, pressing down like a mountain.

The giant bloody hand had just poked out of the gap, and its terrifying power was already so oppressive that Fu Xun could hardly breathe.

His face was pale, his whole body was weak, and he could hardly think of any resistance.

The giant hand is still slowly moving downwards, causing all kinds of strange phenomena in the world, as if it is covering the entire sea of ​​blood and suppressing it.

Fu Xun subconsciously looked to one side, only to find that Wei Tao was motionless. He was still looking up as if he were watching a play. He didn't look like he was about to take action or about to retreat.

After waiting anxiously for a moment, he finally couldn't help but remind him, "Master, although the enemy is powerful, it will take some time to completely break through and enter Taixu. If we take this opportunity to escape, it will still be too late."

Several more breaths passed.

Wei Tao seemed to have suddenly come to his senses, and replied in a gentle tone, "You are right. If you only look at the upper body, even though she has two heads and eight arms, she can really bring a special feeling to people. The eerie beauty.”

After a pause, he then asked, "If I pass through this bloody vortex, can I have a face-to-face communication with that eight-armed beauty?"

"Subordinate, I don't know."

"Don't you know? Forget it if you don't know."

Wei Tao nodded noncommittally, his eyes gradually lit up brightly, "I haven't really tried my best for a long time, but now I am so happy to see Hunter Xin, I am overjoyed..."

Before the voice fell, the illusory figure had disappeared.

Fu Xun subconsciously looked up.

After seeing the scene clearly in the sky, his heart couldn't help but tighten suddenly, and his whole body was instantly enveloped in great fear.

Master Wei flew up.

Mr. Wei was held by that big bloody hand.

Is this the end?

The enemy from the endless sea of ​​blood has already won the victory before the supposed confrontation has begun?

The key is where are those terrifying tentacles of Mr. Wei?

Why didn't I see one and attack this big bloody hand?

Fu Xun stared intently at the dark red Wuzhi Mountain, and even felt a little confused for a moment.

As if he didn't believe his eyes, he closed them and opened them again. What he saw was the red arm that was retracting at an accelerated rate.

Even with only the last clenched fist left, he was about to completely escape from the gap in the sky and return to the turbulent whirlpool of the blood sea.

But at the next moment, a situation that surprised and confused him appeared again.

Click!

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

That dark red palm couldn't be retracted.

It seemed like it was stuck there. No matter how hard it was pushed inward again and again, it could not return to the bloody vortex. It even caused a big wave to roll back, smashing the inside of the vortex to pieces.

boom!

The bloody vortex sped up and slowly expanded outward, visible to the naked eye.

It is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more turbulent.

In just one cup of tea, it has become several times its original diameter.

Next, the big dark red hand began to retract inward again.

Suddenly there was another loud bang.

It was once again stuck on the edge of the whirlpool.

No matter how hard I try, I can't get in.

The commotion caused was so great that even the mountains standing in the north trembled slightly, as if they were about to rise from the ground and go away with the big dark red hand.

Fu Xun stared at all this with his mouth open.

Don't know what happened.

I can't describe my mood at this moment.

It was as if he had turned into a statue that couldn't think. He looked at the big hand holding Master Wei tightly in his palm, increasing his strength again and again, trying to send him into his bloody vortex.

But none of them really succeeded.

At this moment, Fu Xun suddenly remembered the conversation not long ago.

It seemed like he was asked a question, but he didn't get an accurate answer.

"If I pass through this bloody whirlpool, can I have a face-to-face communication with that eight-armed beauty?"

This question came to mind again, like a bolt of lightning, which immediately illuminated all the doubts and confusion in Fu Xun's heart.

Therefore, it is very likely that Mr. Wei was captured on his own initiative and wanted to be taken into the depths of the bloody vortex.

But why can't I get in?

Fu Xun took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling doubtful again in his heart.

Suddenly, he subconsciously looked at the shaking mountain at his feet, feeling the vague upward force. An extremely strange thought inexplicably flashed through his mind, and then quickly occupied almost all of his consciousness.

The image of Master Wei displayed in front of him was the illusory figure of a young man from beginning to end.

So, he seems to have never thought deeply about what this person's true identity is.

So, is it possible that because it is too big, no matter how hard the vortex tries, it can't force Master Wei into it?