Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

"here we go!".

The inner sect disciples who came to watch the excitement were in high spirits and watched curiously as the top ten inner sects sat down cross-legged on the white jade platform.

In an instant, the white jade stone platform burst into a blazing light, and strange runes appeared in the void, wriggling as if they were alive, rushing towards the ten figures.

boom!

Xiao Ye's body was shocked, and he felt that his eyes were darkened. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found himself in a vast world.

Huhu——

The cold wind whistled past, and the air was filled with desolation.

"Is this... an illusion?" Xiao Ye was startled and looked around carefully.

Da da da!

At this moment, a group of old people with dry body, withered blood, they dragged their old body and walked over from a distance.

Boom!

These old men fluttered with white hair, and the amazing energy fluctuations swept through the sky, forming a powerful coercion that shook the sky.

"So strong!" Xiao Ye's pupils shrank violently, his face full of shock.

The energy fluctuations in these old people, the worst are all at the level of the innate limit, and there are existences that Xiao Ye can't even guess, and the breath they emit has the power of breaking the sky.

The number of these old men is huge, and it is impossible to see their heads at a glance. Their eyes were silent, and they walked slowly, as if they had lost their own beliefs, and they didn't even know where the end of their journey was.

"Give it up, it's too difficult to reach the realm of Xuanwu, it's better to have fun in time in your limited life, and not live in vain." An old man with an innate limit cultivation base sighed and broke away from the team. Step in the other direction.

There is a splendid hall there, with delicious wine and food filled the shore, countless pink and pink beauties singing and dancing, the wonderful * looming, full of endless temptation.

The old man stepped onto the throne of the main hall step by step, hugged from left to right, raised his head and laughed, and fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, more old men whose cultivation had reached the innate limit left the team.

Someone has returned to the place of birth,

Gather with the descendants of the whole family, abandon martial arts, enjoy the old age in peace, and return to the roots.

There are also people who go to look for their former friend Hongyan, and go back to the road of their youth to pursue the good memories of the past.

Xiao Ye's face was pale, the impact of these sights on him was too great, and he deeply felt the emotions of those old people.

"Although I, Nangong Lie, have reached the realm of Xuanwu, I have no hope of hitting the realm of virtual martial arts. I know I can't do it, so why should I persist?"

At this time, an old man who was bursting with strength to the extreme of the true meaning of martial arts stopped, his eyes were confused, and he stopped moving forward.

"Ten percent of the true meaning of martial arts, a strong person in the Xuanwu realm!" Xiao Ye was horrified, and the true meaning of ten percent of martial arts imprisoned him, unable to move.

Even if the opponent raises his hand a little, he can kill him.

The old man of the Xuanwu realm turned around and walked into a desolate place. With his own strength, he swept the world and established a powerful country, sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, becoming a lord of the country and being worshipped by others.

give up!

give up!

give up!

More old people left the team and started another way of life.

"Even the strong in the Xuanwu realm gave up martial arts?" Xiao Ye's eyes gradually showed a hint of confusion.

The illusion is real, the real is like an illusion, so Xiao Ye can't tell the difference at this time.

The originally huge team has gradually shrunk, and only less than 10% of the people are left, still insisting on moving forward, chasing the end of the martial arts.

But the confusion in their eyes is getting stronger and stronger. Every time they took a step, their bodies stooped a little, and they grew old quickly, their white hair like snow fluttering, full of desolation.

Pfft!

An old man in the Xuanwu realm who insisted on walking, was so old that he stumbled to the ground, never got up again, turned into a handful of dust, and fluttered in this world, adding to the desolation.

Time is like a knife, and the knife cuts the arrogance, no one can compete.

Xiao Ye silently followed behind the team, watching the old men with monstrous strength fall, and his original ocean-like blood quickly declined.

The ink-like black hair gradually became dry, and the young face was engraved with wrinkles by time. His steps were getting heavier and slower.

"Where is the end of the martial arts? Do I still have a chance?" Xiao Ye looked forward in confusion.

At this time, there was only an old man in golden armor left in front of him. He remained silent. Ten percent of the true meaning of martial arts turned into a mighty field. He resisted the pressure of time and walked persistently. .

Finally, the old man stopped, his turbid eyes looked at the road of martial arts, full of despair.

He couldn't hold on anymore, time robbed him of his vitality, and if he moved forward, he would have no time to complete what he wanted to accomplish.

"In order to pursue the peak of martial arts, I have made countless enemies. My wife and children were killed, and my parents were not allowed to die. I want to take revenge, but I don't have the strength."

"Then what's the use of me cultivating martial arts!" The old man staggered and laughed, the golden armor on his body shattered inch by inch, like his crumbling beliefs.

The old man's body trembled, and he stepped in another direction.

There were two solitary graves, overgrown with weeds, swaying in the cold wind.

The old man staggered and sat in front of the tomb, stroking the two tombstones gently, tears rolling down his eyes, full of guilt.

The last time of his life was spent in front of the grave, and finally turned into dead bones.

All of this was truly presented in front of Xiao Ye, causing his emotions to fluctuate violently.

"Am I the only one left now?" Xiao Ye looked up at the road in front of him, and stopped, a feeling of despair spread throughout his body, causing a crack in his martial arts heart.

"Everyone gives up, why should I persist?"

He seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and it was difficult to climb out again.

boom!

At this moment, the tower-shaped mark on his chest suddenly revealed a faint light, and a sense of coolness poured into Xiao Ye's mind, making him wake up.

"The Tower of Time!"

Xiao Ye looked down at the tower-shaped mark on his chest and was stunned.

"I still have the Tower of Time!" Xiao Ye's eyes quickly diminished in despair and confusion.

"I am one-know-how, and I had no hope of pursuing martial arts, but now I can stand at the peak of the inner sect, why should I give up!" Xiao Ye's eyes shone with divine light, staring straight ahead.

The Tower of Time, and the third, fourth, and fifth floors that he had never set foot on, why did he give up?

"Others can't do it, I, Xiao Ye, will definitely be able to do it! I will definitely reach the peak of martial arts, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the four emperors of the human race!" Xiao Ye stepped forward with a firm expression.

The road of martial arts, I don't know where the end is, time is like a knife, slashing on Xiao Ye's body, making him more and more old, but he is moving forward step by step, full of determination.

"My goal is to become a great emperor and sweep the enemies of the heavens!" Xiao Ye shouted, showing his indomitableness.

At this time, the power of time became stronger, making him an old man with white hair like snow and a hunched body, but the determination in Xiao Ye's eyes became stronger.

The more difficult it is, the more unwilling he is!

Even if time wants to stop me, then I will put time under my feet.

At this moment, Xiao Ye's martial arts was pure and clean, and he became more powerful. He actually resisted the power of time and no longer grew old.

...

outside of fantasy.

Bang!

Within a few breaths of the ten young people sitting down, a figure was ejected and sat down on the ground.

"It's Zhang Huwei!" The inner disciple who was watching the excitement exclaimed.

Zhang Huwei sat on the ground, his eyes were full of confusion, he was still immersed in the environment just now, unable to extricate himself.

"Wake up!" The first elder said, his voice was full of strange power, straight into Zhang Huwei's heart, awakening him.

"Elder." Zhang Huwei quickly got up with guilt on his face.

After going through this level, he is very clear that the sooner he is ejected, the weaker his martial arts will be. If you can't even hold on to your own martial arts, how can you talk about pursuing martial arts?

The first elder naturally knew what Zhang Huwei was thinking, and he said lightly: "The three of us choose disciples, not necessarily those with strong martial arts heart. If you have an excellent performance in the next two levels, you have the same chance."

Although he heard this sentence, Zhang Huwei was still very unwilling in his heart.

He ranked third in the inner door, and it was a shame that he was the first to be ejected.

Bang!

Bang!

The next moment, two more figures were bounced off the white jade stone platform at the same time. Like Zhang Huwei, their faces were full of confusion, and then they were awakened by the Great Elder.

In less than a day, there were only two of the ten young people left, namely Xiao Ye and Leng Feng.

"Third Junior Sister, it seems that this Xiao Ye is not as bad as you said." The first elder looked at the two figures on the white jade stone platform with admiration in his eyes.

"Hmph, it's only been a day, he will fall into the illusion before Leng Feng tomorrow, and then be ejected." The third elder said coldly.

"I really admire this little guy. In our sect, there are only a few people who can persist on the white jade platform for more than a day. As long as his performance in the last two stages is not bad, I will accept him as a direct disciple. As for Leng Feng, I won't fight with Senior Brother." The slightly chubby Second Elder showed a rare smile.

The third elder frowned when he heard the words, but did not speak any more.

Soon, five days passed, but the two figures on the white jade platform were still sitting cross-legged.

"Zhao Gan, the proud son of Heaven in our sect, can hold on to the White Jade Stone Platform for eight days. Could it be that these two little guys are comparable to Zhao Gan?" The elder looked expectantly.

Chongyangmen has not appeared for a long time, and there is such a strong disciple of martial arts.

When seven and a half days passed, a sudden change occurred on the white jade platform, and a figure trembled and was ejected.

"Who will it be?" Many inner disciples quickly opened their eyes and looked.

During this period of time, they already knew that the longer they could persist on the white jade platform, the stronger the martial arts.

Xiao Ye and Leng Feng, the two top geniuses in the inner sect, who will last longer?

(Chapter one arrives, chapter two is at night.)

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