Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

"Invincibility begins with offering sacrifices to the ancestors ()"

The tiger crouches deep in the mountains and listens to the wind, and the king's might is known to the world!

Ma Miaoyun stood still, but endless pressure came from all directions, like golden lotus eyes, blooming with light, crushing people's hearts in a single thought.

That terrifying aura made Emperor Xuanzhi's capital suddenly change color.

This woman's mountains and rivers are not obvious, but her cultivation is unpredictable.

"Sister Yun, don't force me..." Ma Yinglong gritted his teeth, his face pale.

Most of the heavy pressure fell on him, his blood seemed to be imprisoned, cold sweat oozes out, and he can't control himself.

"So what if I force you?" Ma Miaoyun said indifferently, with an irreversible majesty in her words.

This woman, seemingly peaceful, is actually domineering.

rumbling...

At this moment, the blood in Ma Yinglong's body became violent, and under such heavy pressure, he took a step.

Immediately afterwards, the blood was surging, turning into a huge axe and slashing down, and the raging power swayed like a knife.

Inner God Art of War, Mountain Axe!

hum...

Ma Yinglong gritted his teeth tightly, mobilized his blood, and smashed the huge battle ax towards Ma Miaoyun's face.

He knew that if he didn't fight, there was only one fate waiting for him, and that was to obediently return to that clan, like a captive monster.

He finally escaped, how could he return to that cage.

The endless desire turned into an indomitable thought, and fell with the bloody battle axe.

"You still want to kick your child?" Ma Nanshan sneered.

rumbling...

At this moment, the talented boy from the Ma family made a move.

Blood energy poured out like mercury, gathering in his palm, and in an instant, a fierce sword intent shot up into the sky, brilliant and majestic, shaking the dome, and the whole ground trembled accordingly.

"This is……"

Wang Xuanzhi's complexion changed suddenly, feeling the danger of life and death.

Under the gaze of everyone, the blood gathered and turned into a sharp sword light, which was pulled out from Ma Nanshan's waist.

This sword, like a frightening Hong piercing the sun, cut off the nine heavens and all the gods and Buddhas. The murderous aura frightened the world, and the unparalleled sharpness made people feel a pain in their thoughts.

With a sword so far, the momentum is so high that it can cut the sky.

"Heaven-cutting and sword-drawing technique!?"

Ma Yinglong roared uncontrollably, boundless surprise and shock arose in his heart.

"Five swords in the world!?"

Wang Xuanzhi's expression also changed.

The technique of chopping the sky and drawing the sword is extremely powerful and is well known in the world.

The man who created it, overwhelmed the world, frightened ghosts and gods with his sword, was among the most powerful in the world, known as one of the "Five Swords in the World".

When Wang Xuanzhi was very young, he had heard of that man's name, [Wu Nian Sword] Xiao Juechen.

He is as famous as Li Zangfeng.

There are rumors in the world that Zhantian and Swordsmanship is an inner god art of warfare created by him when he was twenty years old.

In that year, Xiao Juechen was still the well-known young master Pian Pianjia in the imperial capital. He lingered in the land of love and moon, amidst thousands of flowers, and was regarded as the honored guest by many talented women in the imperial capital.

With that day as the dividing line, Xiao Juechen's fate took a completely different path.

Returning on a moonlit night, he met a wandering mad Taoist, and the two talked at night by candlelight in the wilderness Taoist temple for a whole night.

From then on, Xiao Juechen stayed behind closed doors for half a year.

Half a year later, Xiao Juechen broke through the gate and came out, holding a sword to slay the beauty, and it was the first time that [Slaying the Sky and Pulling the Sword Technique] appeared in the world.

This is the sword of forgetting love and relentless nature. It has no woman in its heart, draws the sword to be a god of nature, the first move of the sword is to forget the sweetheart, the second move of the sword is to cut off the soul of infatuation, the third move of the sword is to slay the old lover... …

To practice this sword, you must use great perseverance to abandon the attachment of emotions in your heart, cut off distracting thoughts, and achieve no thoughts of thought.

Xiao Hongchen's biggest concern is women, so after practicing this sword, he no longer has women in his heart.

A sword shocks the world, and its ferocity can cut through the sky.

Wang Xuanzhi didn't expect that the young man in front of him would be able to learn such an inner god art of war! ?

rumbling...

The terrifying aura engulfed the bloody sword light and slashed down,

There was a loud "bang", the bloody battle ax exploded, and the strong wind directly sent Ma Yinglong flying.

If the technique of cutting the sky and drawing the sword is great, he can fight against the masters of the Nine Changes of Refining Realm. Even if Ma Nanshan is just a glimpse of the way, his power is not something that Ma Yinglong can resist.

Boom boom boom...

Ma Yinglong retreated again and again, his blood was surging, and his complexion became extremely pale.

However, that sword was as powerful as cutting the sky, it didn't stop, and it cut towards Ma Yinglong's arm.

rumbling...

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. With one step, blood surged towards him, turning into a huge palm print, piercing through the air.

"Oh? The Mahamudra of Maternal Zang..." Ma Miaoyun raised her eyes slightly, revealing a strange color.

Taizang Mahamudra is not an ordinary inner god art of war, but a technique of Ji Dao sect.

bang bang bang...

The palm prints fell, like a large cover of Sumeru, holding the shocking sword glow.

In an instant, the two streams of blood and qi collided together, cutting the sky, disturbing people's hearts, hiding the secret hand in the fetus, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

The two figures shook slightly, and the surrounding air exploded one after another.

Ma Nanshan's face darkened slightly, and he snorted coldly.

He is extremely talented, but weaker in realm.

Wang Xuanzhi is a master at the fourth level of real fire, but he is only at the second level of real fire.

Even if Zhan Tian Ba ​​Jian is miraculous and profound, it will be difficult to make up for this gap, unless Ma Nanshan cultivates it to great success.

Unfortunately, the current him is not yet Wang Xuanzhi's opponent.

rumbling...

The Taizang Mahamudra crushed the red sword light like a shattering one, and a terrifying force rushed towards Ma Nanshan.

"you……"

Ma Nanshan's heart trembled, and he took a step back subconsciously, his fair face flushed red, and anger gushed out of his eyes.

As a genius, he is proud and arrogant, how can he allow failure?

However, in front of Wang Xuanzhi, he was still a little short of fire.

"The fetus hides the mystery, but it's a pity that I haven't got the true meaning yet."

At this moment, a contemptuous voice resounded.

Everyone was in a trance, only felt that the incense was lingering in front of them, and in the dark, it was like falling into an ancient temple. All phases.

hum...

Almost at the same moment, Wang Xuanzhi's body shook violently, his eyes became hollow, and the Mahamudra of the fetal storehouse suddenly shattered, turning into blood and scatter.

"White Elephant of Incense..." Ma Yinglong roared.

Gradually, his eyes became extremely hollow.

"Stupid, three or two big cats and small cats, how can they stop the incense and white elephants?" Ma Nanshan said indifferently, keeping his figure steady.

The disciples of the Ma family all have a sealed monster, and they can borrow the power of the monster.

The monster sealed by Ma Miaoyun is very special, a ray of incense, all kinds of dreams, everyone's soul seems to be attracted by this ray of incense, worship into the ancient temple, and obey the command.

At this moment, the souls of everyone in the entire Yujing Tower are under Ma Miaoyun's control.

Ma Miaoyun's eyes fell on Ma Yinglong's body, and there was still a dim fire hidden deep in the cluster of "flames".

She knew that it was the sleeping monster, the terrifying power hidden in Ma Yinglong's body.

"Take him away."

"Aren't you going to follow us?" Ma Nanshan stretched out his right hand and landed on Ma Yinglong's shoulder. With five fingers, he tried to push him away.

But at this moment, a broad hand suddenly protruded from the side and grabbed his wrist.

A sudden change happened, and Ma Nanshan's complexion suddenly changed.

The incense is clear and covers Yujing. It stands to reason that at this time, everyone's souls should be under Ma Miaoyun's control.

"Do you think I'm dead?"

The indifferent voice suddenly sounded in Ma Nanshan's ears, with a hint of chill, he raised his head suddenly, just in time to meet Zhou Dao's eyes.

That kind of eyes are ethereal and cold, empty of everything, it seems that there is no existence of oneself in those eyes.

rumbling...

Almost instinctively, when Ma Nanshan raised his hand, his blood and qi gathered together, which was the [Heaven-Slashing Sword Art], and the terrifying sword light chopped down at such a short distance, hitting Zhou Dao's head directly.

hum...

Zhou Dao stood still, raised his right hand, his blood was surging like a frenzied tide, and it was born and died in his palm. Facing the momentum of cutting the sky, he put his five fingers together and held the sword glow. With a violent pinch, the sword light shattered, Blood energy scattered like clouds.

"This... this can't be..."

Ma Nanshan's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it. Who is this? To meet him with bare hands [Sword Slashing and Drawing Sword Technique] broke so easily?

Is this riding horse still human?

In an instant, Ma Nanshan fell into infinite horror, the blood in his body was running wildly, and he retreated.

At this moment, Zhou Dao's palm fell on his chest.

"Little devil, you are too weak."

As soon as the words fell, the sage's big handprint echoed the sound, and the blood energy surged, turning into a huge palm print, which directly scattered the blood energy in Ma Nanshan's body.

The latter let out a scream and was shot flying out.

call……

Ma Miaoyun stretched out her hand and spun like a top, removing the strange force from Ma Nanshan's body, blocking the divine form and stabilizing it.

Ma Nanshan was in doubt, staring at Zhou Dao, the arrogance just now was gone in his eyes, replaced by a trace of solemnity and lingering fear.

In fact, from the time he came in to just now, he had never looked at Zhou Dao squarely.

"The world is so big that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I never thought there would be a master here." Ma Miaoyun said in a deep voice.

At this moment, a dignified look finally flashed in her calm eyes.

Like Ma Nanshan, she hadn't paid attention to Zhou Dao from the moment she entered Yujing Tower.

This man's sense of existence is too weak, sitting there, as if empty, it is difficult to cause a wave in the peripheral vision.

But the moment Zhou Dao shot, Ma Miaoyun knew that this was a real master.

The figure is like a hidden body, blending with the environment, returning to the basics and returning to the truth, as if empty, not moving, but moving like thunder, outrageously invincible.

Such a master is worth her shot.

"Sister Yun..." Ma Nanshan said in a shy voice, uncertain.

At this moment, he was seriously curious about Zhou Dao's identity.

"Don't talk, you are not his opponent."

Ma Miaoyun waved her hand, her gaze fell on Zhou Dao's body as if nailed to it, without moving the slightest bit.

While talking, Ma Miaoyun walked up to Zhou Dao on the golden lotus steps.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency's name..."

"I'm Lao Ma's friend." Zhou Dao sat there, shaking the wine glass in front of him, even when facing Ma Miaoyun, he never got up.

Such an arrogant move made Ma Miaoyun couldn't help frowning.

"Do you know who he is? He..."

"You don't need to tell me these things." Zhou Dao shook his head, interrupting her words.

"His life should be decided by himself!"

rumbling...

Before she finished speaking, a terrifying aura roared from Ma Miaoyun's body. It was majestic, majestic and vast, and it was many times stronger than Ma Nanshan.

She knew that the man in front of her was firm-willed, unshakable as a mountain, and he definitely couldn't be moved by a few words.

The only possibility is to subdue it.