Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

"It's winter."

Mu sat on the top of the mountain, watching the sea of ​​clouds and the changing weather.

He is no longer a teenager, now he is over 40 years old. Time always passes by in a hurry, and people always can't catch its reins.

He is already unique in the world. He built a martial arts holy land in the "holy mountain", accepted 3,000 disciples, wrote three books, and taught the essence of his martial arts to the world without hiding anything.

His selflessness naturally makes the world respect him and respect him.

But they also fear him, because he once killed the world of martial arts. Even the peerless of the previous generation, Meihua Jianjue and Wu Jue, died in his hands. Later, the rising stars, Yijian and Yimo from 20 years ago, also fell in his hands, and the sword king and gun tyrant from 10 years ago also died in his hands.

Now there are also talents, known as the fatal sword, who intend to challenge him, and then he was killed by a sword.

"There are talents in every generation, and we can only laugh at the broken sky." Mu sighed.

He has been understanding the sky and the illusory way of heaven.

The God of War had once given him advice, and he believed it and pursued it tirelessly, but he could not find it, so he went down the mountain. Then Meihua Jianjue and Wu Jue also talked about their Heavenly Dao, but it was far from his Heavenly Dao.

Finally, he returned to the Holy Mountain, his hometown, and tried to sit where the God of War had sat, hoping that the God of War would bless him and help him understand the secret of Heavenly Dao.

Unfortunately, he did not.

And the God of War he wanted to find had never appeared again since the night he escaped from the dungeon.

He did not know where the God of War had gone, so he could only wait.

As for the golden body of the God of War, it has now been lost and disappeared. Even if he searched the world, he could not find it.

"Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, what is Heavenly Dao, is it you?" Mu looked up and looked at the clear blue sky.

At this moment, there was no cloud, only the sky as pure as sapphire.

There would be no response.

Then he picked up a leaf of grass, flicked his finger, and with a whoosh, the light grass leaf pierced the air like an arrow, piercing the trunk of an old tree on the mountainside.

Picking flowers and flying leaves can all become killing weapons, this is his current realm.

Grass and trees can be used as weapons, and the blood can leave the body for three feet. He has studied the human body thoroughly and entered the mysterious spiritual realm.

If there is an enemy, he can also lock the soul for a hundred miles and track it for a thousand miles. He calls this realm - Saint.

Transcend the ordinary and become a saint, but still not a martial god.

If you can't find the way of heaven and have never been in harmony with the way, how dare you call yourself a god.

He still remembers the blood mist that he saw that day, like the sunset haze, filling his eyes.

Later generations have studied how large the blood mist around the golden body of the martial god was, which was nearly a hundred feet, but Mu saw with his own eyes that it was wider than a hundred feet, close to a thousand feet.

It is so vast that he still cannot reach it.

"Remember that the God of War vomited all the blood and qi in his body out of his body. Is this the way to ascend to heaven and become one with the gods?" Mu made such a guess.

But he knew one thing. If he vomited all the blood and qi in his body out of his body, he would probably die on the spot. Not to mention the whole body, even if 70% of the blood and qi were vomited out of his body, he would die here.

Moreover, Mu has not been able to cover the blood and qi of his body with a thousand feet outside the body, at most a hundred feet. He probably has to vomit all the blood and qi in his body to do it.

But the God of War did it.

"Qian Kun Zi Zai Gong!" Mu used the peerless martial arts that the God of War taught him in the past.

Carefully comprehending the style of the God of War, after so many years of practice, he has actually modified the Qian Kun Zi Zai Gong a lot. He did not expect that he could optimize the martial arts created by the God of War. However, after his martial arts became more and more profound and he actually used it, he felt the obscurity in it, so he made drastic changes to the Qian Kun Zi Zai Gong and finally modified it into what it is now.

There are 9981 moves, each of which has 6636 styles, a total of 2916 styles, which can train his body thoroughly, from inside to outside, and everywhere.

And when he practiced to the end, he was in harmony with his spirit, and he mastered a kind of Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts. He originally practiced a kind of Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts with the secret method left by Wu Jue and others, so he had two Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts.

But no matter how he practiced, he did not add another Heavenly Dao Divine Martial Arts, and the key is still unknown to him.

He lowered his head after looking up for a long time, and his neck was sore.

He picked up a dry grass on the ground, and there was a green and yellow fruit on the top of the grass.

It was a grass seed.

Mu looked at it seriously and finally exhaled.

"I understand." He said lightly.

Then he exhaled a long breath, and blood light appeared all over his body.

The disciples who were watching him at the foot of the mountain were all shocked and didn't know what the master was going to do.

Is there a big enemy coming? !

Whoosh whoosh!

Then, the wind started to surge.

It wasn't the east, west, south, or north wind, but a gust of sand that blew down from the mountain, accompanied by blood.

This is...

"Master wants to be in harmony with the Way of Heaven!"

Mu has often said over the years that he was looking for the way of heaven and the way forward, so all the disciples knew about it, and even the whole world knew that Mu Wusheng wanted to follow the way of the God of War.

At this time, the blood light on the top of the mountain became more and more vigorous, pushing the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain and splashing the scorching sun down.

Although the sun was dazzling, Mu's disciples at the foot of the mountain didn't blink, and stared at the top of the mountain with wide eyes.

I saw the blood light gradually rising to the sky, covering a radius of a hundred feet, and at the same time reflecting a martial arts scripture into their minds.

"Is it the secret of the Way of Heaven?" The disciples were overwhelmed.

They knew how generous their master was, so they were very excited to sense the extra memory in their minds.

But with it came a little disappointment.

The master was going to follow the path of the martial god in the past, leaving the world, ascending to heaven, and merging his spirit into the heavenly way.

They were afraid that they would never see their master again.

Boom!

Suddenly, the ground under their feet began to tremble and shake, and the rocks on the top of the mountain rolled down.

But no one was afraid, and they all looked up. Those rocks probably couldn't scratch their oily skin, let alone the surging blood around them.

Crack!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky.

"How could there be thunder!?" The disciples were puzzled.

Then the surging blood light on the top of the mountain fell like snowflakes, one petal after another, extremely bright red and evil.

Swish!

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the top of the mountain, and from a distance, it looked like a golden bead.

It was flying quickly into the sky, and then disappeared as if it had landed.

Afterwards, the mountain stopped moving, the clouds stopped floating, but the blood and energy also solidified on the top of the mountain, just like the old story of the God of War.

Seeing this scene, the disciples didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or burst into tears.

After all, their master finally fulfilled his lifelong wish, but they also lost their master.

Just as the disciples came back to their senses, a gust of wind passed by their ears: "Don't ascend! Don't ascend!"