Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

In a thatched hut built against the mountain, an old man appeared. His originally white hair had turned into black hair, his stooped body was also straightened a lot, and even the wrinkles on his face were fading away, revealing a vigorous vitality Essence.

He is the head teacher of Cangyu Sect.

No one knows that after he became a saint hundreds of years ago, his realm is still growing by leaps and bounds, and now he is already a great saint.

All of this is entirely due to the drop of blood fused into his body, which is constantly promoting the improvement of his realm.

"Senior, are you awake?"

At this moment, the old man was looking at the young man lying on the bed, and asked cautiously.

However, the young man just opened his eyes, lacking in spirit, very empty, as if he had lost his emotions, and did not respond to the old man's inquiry.

"Master, this..." The young man scratched his head in confusion.

"This senior, he was definitely a big shot before. Maybe something happened to him. Let's not bother."

"Hua'er, you will still be in charge of taking care of his daily diet in the future, don't neglect him."

The old man tried several times, but he still couldn't get the young man to respond, so he sighed, explained something and left.

"senior……"

The young man smiled wryly and stepped forward to wash the other party.

He has done this kind of thing countless times in the past hundreds of years.

Although the young man woke up, he was still no different from a deep sleep, but stared blankly at the beam every day.

Cangyu Sect moved from the territory of the human race to the Great Realm of Myriad Ghosts, not to expand the territory, but to save their lives under the sway of the era of reincarnation.

The only two people in this sect still eat like ordinary people every day, and they don't seem to have the power of a holy rank powerhouse at all.

The young man woke up, and the young man also began to try to bring some hot soup and other mortal food,

Another two years passed in a blink of an eye.

The young man's eyes gradually regained some of their spirit,

The body can also move, and sometimes some hot soup will be swallowed silently.

Ten years later, the young man has changed even more, and he can already get out of bed and go outdoors.

"Master, what is this senior doing?"

In a quiet mountain range, the master and apprentice of Cangyu Sect stood together, looking ahead from a distance.

Looking around, I saw the young man sitting quietly facing the flowing creek, motionless, like a statue.

"We don't need to worry about it, we don't need to ask more questions." The old man said.

Now he looks younger, his cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, and he disappears like a breeze after speaking.

"In recent years, the reincarnation of the three thousand worlds has become even more terrifying. Maybe it won't be long before the ten thousand ghost world will not be safe anymore. I have to practice hard."

The young man said with emotion, and also took a step forward.

The young man was the only one left beside the creek. At this moment, his eyes were staring at the sparkling stream in front of him. The light in his eyes was changing violently. They were no longer empty, but became indifferent.

Extremely indifferent!

This kind of indifference seems to be born with no need for any emotion at all. It is like a cold machine that conquers all worlds and heavens. It is only me in its heart, and it will never die.

Anyone who stands in the way will be killed!

Crash!

This pair of extremely indifferent eyes, staring at the swaying stream, seemed to shine out of the eternal blue sky, and the numerous reflections formed endless images, forming a picture after picture, gathered together to form a long river of memory, slowly in front of this young man. slowly emerge.

That is endless blood, and the cold and cruel Holy Master.

The young man's aura changed somewhat, as if something was quietly released, gradually reflected in his eyes, diluting the indifference, and began to show other emotions.

From spring to autumn, this process lasted for five years.

The young man didn't move at all, his body was already covered with thick dust.

During this period, the master and apprentice of Cangyu Sect came to check countless times, but they didn't dare to alarm the young man.

Finally, this day.

"The Holy Son of Absolute Beginning...Xiao Ye..."

The young man's figure trembled, and all the heavy dust drifted away. There was light in his eyes, his mouth opened slightly, and he was talking softly to himself, like a baby learning to vocalize.

"I am both the Holy Son of Absolute Beginning and Xiao Ye, and I am not dead yet..."

The young man raised his head slightly, his eyes were not empty, but extremely deep, and all the memories were slowly being revived.

Xiao Ye is still alive.

Back then, before challenging the Holy Lord of Huadu, he had already made arrangements, just for a gamble.

And these years, in fact, he has already been born with consciousness, but he has always been in a trance, as if he has fallen into a black hole and cannot break free.

It wasn't until today that his consciousness escaped from the predicament and finally took control of his body.

"Back then, when I forcibly challenged the Holy Lord of Huadu, I wanted to attract external forces and integrate the invincible road of the Son of Absolute Beginning with the road of mortals."

"In that battle, my soul was almost exhausted and my mind was shattered. In the end, I escaped the catastrophe by relying on the Indestructible Bible, and was reborn after the catastrophe."

"Am I successful now?"

Xiao Ye looked down at his body.

This body is already different from what it used to be. Every inch of flesh and blood contains immeasurable power. You can pick up the sun, moon and stars with a raised hand. Dao marks are engraved on it. It seems to be born for the Dao, which is extremely terrifying.

This is a perfect body, which has been controlled by him, and his emotions and desires have not been erased.

The return of the Holy Son!

This is the return of the Holy Son, which was impossible for the nine-lineage sages of the ancient clan in the early days, and it is also the most perfect state.

Although the price was extremely painful, the return was rich.

"I want to be familiar with this body!" Xiao Ye said softly, then slowly got up.

The master and apprentice of Cangyu Sect obviously noticed the change of Xiao Ye, and they were extremely pleasantly surprised, but they didn't bother them without authorization.

And Xiao Ye was also very silent, and did not communicate with the pair of master and apprentice.

In the next few days, he walked in this mountain range, breathed the clear air in the mountains, walked alone, and often fell into meditation, like a mortal.

Immediately afterwards, half a month later, Xiao Ye would breathe out against the rising sun every day, like a beginner in martial arts, exercising his body, without any surprising aura.

This made the youth of the Cangyu Sect very puzzled, and then he couldn't help imitating Xiao Ye curiously.

It's a weird picture.

Cangyu Sect Master and Disciple and Xiao Ye, a total of three people, live together in this mountain range, but have no communication with each other, just like strangers.

After imitating Xiao Ye for three days, the young man was shocked.

Xiao Ye's physical exercise movements became more and more complicated, sometimes a simple movement would be full of mystery, not to mention imitation, even looking at it from a distance would make him dizzy.

What's more, Xiao Ye just wandered randomly in the fields, and he shuttled like lightning. The distance he shuttled became farther and farther each time, and he could even cross a star field with a single thought.

(The third one is here!)

(The protagonist is about to start fighting in the Three Thousand Worlds!)