Alienated Martial Arts.

The warm winter sun shone slantingly, dispelling the faint frost fog that shrouded the whole night.

But above the gate tower of the city wall, there is still a dense white mist that has not changed, maintaining its original appearance from beginning to end.

Ning Xuanzhen's eyes were slightly closed, and he stood still, as if he had merged into one with the bricks and stones below.

He could vaguely feel that the Grandmaster who came from the Northern Wilderness to the south was in the city, but he hid trees in the forest and water in the sea, so it was difficult to find his whereabouts.

This person can be both superb and back to basics.

With Brahma's spiritual favor, it seems that the method used is still the method of the Great Zhou sect.

When Ning Xuan really thought about this point, Gujing's calm state of mind couldn't help but a little ripple arose.

A day or two of waiting was nothing to him.

Ever since breaking the realm of martial arts master, he had been sitting on Qinglin Mountain for decades in order to fight against Brahma's spirit.

As long as you can find the slightest flaw that the other party has exposed, even if you wait here for more than a dozen days and nights, it is not worth mentioning.

Unknowingly, Da Ri broke through the barrier of clouds.

Spread more light and heat to the earth.

Residents in the Acropolis began to prepare lunch, and the smoke from cooking rose one after another, bringing the aroma of cooking and stir-frying of various foods.

Ning Xuanzhen took out a pill and put it in his mouth, quietly waiting for the medicine to dissipate, keeping his energy and spirit at the peak, waiting for the opponent to fall behind in this competition of endurance.

Time passed little by little.

Suddenly, an obscure Qi mechanism appeared in the city.

It is incompatible with the atmosphere of human fireworks in the whole Acropolis, and stands out alone.

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it; when piled up on the shore, the current will be turbulent."

Ning Xuanzhen sighed secretly, although the slight difference only appeared for an instant, but for him, he was able to lock the target on a few people.

that's enough.

It's just that the other party has been hiding very well in front of him, why can't he suddenly hold back his breath at this moment?
Ning Xuanzhen didn't move.

Even though he had pierced through the void, saw the figure coming out of the door, and even recognized the identity of the other party, he still maintained a standing posture without any intention of making a move.

Because at the same time, he also noticed a ray of sharp sword intent, approaching rapidly from west to east.

In addition, in his perception, there seems to be a vague figure that may or may not exist, and has come to the Acropolis silently.

"There are two hidden in the city, and another one will come outside. They have made an appointment. Do you want to come and play cards with the old man?"

Ning Xuanzhen suddenly laughed, the expression on his face relaxed slowly, and the mist surrounding his body also dissipated at this moment.

Revealing the shadowy figure inside.

Luo Qingjun opened the door and came to the courtyard, looked up towards the tower, "The sharp sword energy from the Xiji Tibetan Sword Pavilion also has the meaning of returning to the void without a trace, plus I, the Northern Wilderness Saint Master who went south to Qizhou .

I really want to know how Daoist Ning, who protected Yuanyi with all his strength, should deal with the complicated situation now. "

"But the fire is still not strong enough, so I need to add another handful of firewood."

Speaking of this, her hands bloomed like flowers, like a dream, forming a concentric knot in front of her.

"Ning Xuanzhen went down the mountain, and Yuan Yi was empty, so you rush to Qinglin Mountain and send the old guy's disciples and grandchildren to the underworld, which can be regarded as letting them go down to explore the way ahead of time, and lay a good foundation for the arrival of your own Taoist master."

As the voice fell, countless transparent silk threads gushed out from under the dress, covered the entire small courtyard, and continued to spread in all directions, as if endlessly, without stopping.

"Sect Master Luo is performing blood sacrifice here, I'm afraid it will hurt Tianhe."

Gui Shufang's voice sounded slowly, but his tone was cold and indifferent, with no intention of stopping it at all.

"Where there is death, there will be life, and only by leaving the old can we welcome the new, so to say that I kill people in the city is to follow the will of God.

On the contrary, it is Senior Gui who has been clinging to the inn, violating the principles of forming, living, destroying and emptiness, and reincarnation of life and death. This is the real harm to the peace of heaven, and is not tolerated by the world. "

Silently, the transparent thread submerged into the bodies of residents one after another, greedily absorbing the essence of flesh and blood, devouring vitality.

Under the sunlight, the bright red threads became dense, entangled and twisted, like the blood-colored long hair of a ghost, spreading out quickly.

Another piece of human skin floated up with the wind, blocking the slanting sunlight and casting shadows of human figures on the ground.

Suddenly, Luo Qingjun's eyes moved slightly, and he turned to look to one side.

Even though it was blocked by the courtyard wall of the house, she could clearly perceive that a slender figure flickered, and if there seemed to be nothing, it had already come to this small courtyard occupied by Weisi.

"It turned out to be Sun Xiyue, she didn't die."

"She is also surrounded by Brahma's malice, could it be related to the disappearance of that blood lotus?"

"If that's the case, it will save me a lot of trouble."

"She was injured and came here specifically for me. Don't you think I can't kill her?"

Luo Qingjun's thoughts flickered, and the seals of both hands changed again.

All of a sudden, all the strange threads rushed towards one direction like a big wave.

In an instant, the figure was completely submerged without revealing the slightest gap.

Fighting broke out in the city without warning.

Ning Xuanzhen didn't pay any attention to this, and didn't pay attention at all.

He only had eyes for the man who came with the sword box on his back.

This is a man with white hair, but quite young in appearance.

"A great master of martial arts born from Yin Yang?"

"And it's an anode master who is about to lose his vitality and enter the realm of death."

The swordsman frowned slightly, and reached out to hold the sword box behind him.

Ning Xuanzhen had just opened his mouth, and before he could ask the other party why he came, he saw a cold light lit up, and he had already approached in an instant.

At this moment, his body seemed to be frozen, and the top, bottom, left, and right were all icy cold.

However, what came with this chilly feeling was the warmth like spring, silently comforting his spirit.

The two feelings appear at the same time, echo each other, and there are many contradictions, which makes people feel at a loss.

"This group of people are all lunatics, no wonder Emperor Wu wanted to kill them directly."

Ning Xuanzhen took a step forward, and the cloud and mist instantly enveloped himself and that cold light.

boom!
The moment the sword light appeared, the air was suddenly torn apart.

A figure seemed to break through the limitation of space, and appeared in front of the black-clothed and white-haired swordsman without warning.

Then punch forward.

"Anode secret method, Hunyuan returns to one!"

Ning Xuanzhen punched down, as if turning a large piece of void upside down, they fell forward together.

boom!
Below the city wall, countless brilliant sparks suddenly exploded in the void.

The two figures intertwined in one place, colliding no less than a hundred times in an instant.

But it did not cause much impact on the surrounding environment.

Because the confrontation between the two was only within a narrow range, there was no aftermath spilling out, but was borne by both sides.

But whether it is for Ning Xuanzhen or the white-haired swordsman, this kind of battle is more dangerous, and the fight is for a chance of victory.

Only a dozen breath times.

Click!

Ning Xuanzhen's left shoulder was pierced by the long sword, leaving a bloody hole in front and back.

At the same time, he withdrew his right hand from the swordsman's abdomen, tearing a piece of blood sausage that kept twisting between his five fingers.

The two staggered back, and rushed forward again at the same time, together in one place.

When they parted for the second time, Ning Xuanzhen had no less than ten wounds on his body that were as deep as bones, and blood flowed out, soaking the clothes he was wearing.

Only half of the white-haired swordsman's three-foot Qingfeng remained, and there were two huge cavities between his chest and abdomen, and he could even clearly see the wriggling internal organs.

He looked down, but his expression remained unchanged, "You are a member of the sect, but you have a dark and twisted true meaning of martial arts, which is really surprising."

"In the eyes of this old man, you guys are the real lunatics,"

Ning Xuanzhen stretched out his hand to smooth the wound, "Originally, the old man wanted to ask you why you came here, and if you can solve the problem peacefully, you should try not to do anything, but in the end you insisted on seeking death by yourself."

Blood overflowed from the white-haired swordsman's mouth, and he asked again, "What surprised me even more is that you clearly gave me the feeling that you were about to die, why did you still explode with such a tyrannical level of strength?"

"You don't understand my difficulties."

Ning Xuanzhen said indifferently, "The closer I am to death, the stronger my strength will become. If you don't believe me, you can stab me a few more times to see if the old man is talking nonsense."

The white-haired swordsman remained silent, and slowly turned the broken sword upside down, with the hilt up and the sharp point down, in a somewhat weird posture.

"Why, suddenly you can't do it now?"

A smile appeared on Ning Xuanzhen's face, "Actually, I can help you too."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, he patted the wound on his shoulder.

Suddenly blood flew, surrounded by black air.

At this moment, Ning Xuanzhen stepped forward.

Like an old farmer working in the field, holding grass with one hand and wielding a sickle with the other, he punched him in the head.

This punch!
The white-haired swordsman narrowed his eyes suddenly.

He only felt a majestic aura rushing towards his face, shaking his mind, and even his sword intent became scattered.

He stopped drinking, and his momentum skyrocketed.

The sword lights are chained, layer upon layer, drawing arcs that seem to be closed in front of him in an instant.

In just a moment of contact, the continuous sword light was torn and pierced by a punch.

He could only keep retreating, trying to exchange space for time, waiting for the arrival of the boxing power turning from prosperity to decline.

But after withdrawing from a distance of nearly a hundred feet, he had already reached the limit of his spirit and body, but that punch remained undiminished, and even became more and more violent as it ebbed and flowed.

Click!

He crushed a pebble and stopped abruptly at this moment.

"The closer you are to death, the stronger you are!?"

The swordsman's eyes were full of madness, as if he was returning the sword into its sheath, but pierced his chest with his backhand.

"Everything is born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky, kill!"

He suddenly pulled out the broken sword, slashed out a bloody sword light, and met the fist that fell from the sky.

boom!
A thunderbolt exploded on the official road outside the city.

And at the same time, thousands of threads danced in the city, and immediately merged into one place.

Blood gushed out of Sun Xiyue's seven orifices, cut off countless tentacles piercing her body, smashed through the roof of a building after landing, and was immediately buried under the collapsed ruins.

Immediately afterwards, Weisi swarmed in, completely occupying the entire ruins, but the looming figure disappeared.

"What exactly is Sun Xiyue going to do?"

"She was surrounded by Brahma's evil thoughts, she was wounded by a sword, and she was subjected to my Brahma blood sacrifice. Even if she escaped, she might not survive for a few days."

Luo Qingjun frowned slightly, but retreated decisively in the opposite direction.

"If you don't break, you can't stand. If you break, you can stand. This little girl can obviously wait for Brahma's evil thoughts to dissipate on her own, but she insists on confronting Da Brahma Shengtian head-on. She is also an out-and-out ruthless person."

Gui Shufang suddenly changed the subject, "The Great Swordsman of Cangjiange is dead, and Ning Xuanzhen is also seriously injured. Sect Leader Luo hardly suffered much damage in this confrontation. Why did you leave this place in a hurry?"

"Ning Xuan really wants me to find him, so I can safely wait for the old man to die by himself. Why should I let myself go to the dangerous place?"

Luo Qingjun's whole body was trembling, and he took her to the north at a fast speed, "It's better to let him return to Qinglin Mountain, and see that he is the only one left in such a huge sect. This kind of scene will be quite interesting to think about."

Gui Shufang was silent for a moment, "Are those people you brought to Qizhou planning to do a simplified Brahma ceremony on Qinglin Mountain? It's really interesting to think about it."

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In the evening, the sky is full of colorful clouds.

The carriage stopped slowly at a fork in the road.

Bei Wu came down from the top, watched the carriage drift away, and soon disappeared from sight, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Even now, when he thinks back to this reunion, he can't help but feel turmoil in his heart.

In fact, he had spotted the carriage a long time ago, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first. He just glanced at it and was ready to pass it by.

But when the two sides got close to a certain distance, Bei Wu suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

In order to suppress the ghost thorn, he has been in a state of sympathy between heaven and man, and suddenly a malicious attack from inside the carriage breaks the artistic conception and disturbs his mind.

Bei Wu felt like a fresh and tender lamb who met a wolf hiding in the depths of darkness, and faced the brutal and bloody eyes of the other party naked.

Perhaps in the next moment, it will be gutted and torn into pieces of large and small.

In addition, there are those scarlet tentacles whose color is like blood, which actually solved the life-and-death problem that had troubled him for a long time.

They do more than that.

Under the action of those scarlet threads, he even felt that his long-stalled cultivation realm was loosened, and there were signs of further improvement.

This alone is enough to make Bei Wu, the master of Southern Xinjiang, admire and admire him.

At this moment, his aura is restrained, his steps are light, and he is completely free of the weakness and fatigue caused by the serious injury before.

His mental state has also recovered, even more abundant than when he was in Beixu Town.

Not long after, when night actually fell.

Bei Wu stopped beside a forest.

Ahead is the majestic Qizhou Fucheng.

Like a giant beast lying prone on the ground, quietly waiting for the deep sleep of the night.

He was silent for a moment, thinking about what the person ordered again, until now he still doesn't believe it is true.

It's not that the task is difficult to complete, but because it is too simple.

He only needs to enter the capital city of Qizhou, find a random place to live in the Nancheng area, and then do whatever he wants, without any other restrictions at all.

And the only requirement of that person is that if he perceives the aura of Grandmaster Qinglian or Grandmaster Beihuang in the city, he doesn't even need to fight against him directly, he just needs to send out a signal and wait for someone to come and contact him. yes.

This kind of day is more relaxed and comfortable than in Beixu Town.

Apart from being unable to return to southern Xinjiang for the time being, it was simply Beiwu's favorite way of life.

Quietly, he sneaked into the city, walked slowly on the brightly lit long street, experiencing the bustling scene that he hadn't seen for a long time, and suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

In another direction, the carriage stopped at the foot of Qinglin Mountain.

Qingying and others entered Qinglin Courtyard to rest.

Wei Tao took advantage of the night to go up the mountain and went straight to the inner gate.

Above the sky, scale-shaped clouds slowly gather, and below is a thick fog that gradually rises with the night, covering most of Qinglin Mountain, making it difficult to see the true face.

As he continued to climb upwards, Wei Tao quietly submerged into the thick fog, and then continued to wind his way up along the long and narrow stone steps. Soon after, he finally stood at the end of the mountain road and looked up at the full-grown building in front of him. It is a tall stone gate with vicissitudes.

Behind the stone gate is a group of temples standing on the top of Qinglin Mountain.

It was the first time for Wei Tao to observe the Yuanyi Mountain Gate from this angle on a winter night, and inexplicably felt a vicissitudes of ancient atmosphere slowly rising from the halls, circling and lingering.

This breath seems to exist, but it doesn't seem to exist, giving people a strange feeling that cannot be explained clearly.

It seems to come from the distant ancient times, full of the smell of decline and turbidity, but it is also like a new sprout, full of infinite possibilities of vitality.

Qinglin Hall.

Wei Tao didn't alarm anyone, and quietly appeared in front of the main hall in the center of the inner gate.

It was empty.

Daoist Ning, who was supposed to sit and meditate in the hall, didn't know where he went.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he sat down on the wooden chair he used to sit on, lit a red candle for lighting, and raised the small stove for boiling water.

Then slowly closed his eyes, settled down in the orange candlelight, and began to perceive the mysterious artistic conception of all outsider exercises.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the palace door.

Wei Tao woke up from his contemplation, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a slender figure in a high crowned robe slowly walking in from outside.

After she came in, she stood still inside the door, her eyes like autumn water were shining, and she showed a faint smile at him.

He remained still, his eyes fell into her pair of eyes that seemed to be bottomless, and he returned a gentle smile.

The two are separated by a desk, at most only a few steps away.

Their gazes intertwined and intertwined in the void, and they moved away after a long time.

Wei Tao was in a silent trance, seemingly unwilling to break the tranquility.

Ni Tang lowered his head halfway, playing with a jade pendant hanging by his waist with slender fingers like jade, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

As time passed, the candle on the desk was still burning quietly, but it didn't get any shorter.

Suddenly, she let out a faint sigh, "Did Junior Brother Wei actually get injured when he went down the mountain this time?"

"Besides, I see that the younger brother is mentally exhausted and sleepy. It seems that there is a problem with the martial arts artistic conception of the sympathy between heaven and man."

Wei Tao nodded, "Down the mountain this time, I met a Qinglian Sanren who went upstream along the river. He wanted to make trouble for me, so we had to do a show by the Luoshui River with him."

"To be able to injure Junior Brother Wei, this person must not be an ordinary person."

Ni Tang showed a concerned expression on his face, "Does Junior know who that person is?"

"His name is Wu Yu, and he claims to be a Yuesan member of the Qinglian Sect."

Wei Tao got up from the wooden chair and poured a cup of tea for each of them, "It's also the first time I've heard this name."

"Wu Yu, is it actually Yue Sanren among the three scattered members of the Demon Sect?"

Ni Yan was slightly taken aback, and after a while thoughtfully said, "Not long ago, the teacher sensed that Grandmaster Qinglian went north to Qizhou, could it be that he was talking about Wu Yu?"

"Yue Sanren and I met in Luoshui, can the Taoist sense it even in Qinglin Mountain?"

Wei Tao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then asked, "Where is the Taoist, why didn't the old man stay in Qinglin Hall when he returned to the mountain this time?"

Ni Tang's eyes moved, and he said slowly, "The teacher used the help of Dafan to generate the spirit of heaven, and felt the approach of two breaths at the same time.

In addition to Grandmaster Qinglian who went north to Qizhou, there were also people who came from Beihuang to the south and went straight to the capital of Qizhou. Now it seems that the teacher should have gone to the north to stop the Beihuang Grandmaster. "

She picked up the teacup and took a sip, then turned her head to look at the dark night outside the door, "Calculating the time, if the other party didn't restrain his breath and hide his whereabouts, the teacher should have found the real master."

Thinking of the Northern Wilderness Shemale who suddenly had no more news, Wei Tao was suddenly stunned.

It turned out that Daoist Ning took the first step and intercepted the man halfway, without giving the other party a chance to continue going south.

Ni Tang said, "The teacher mentioned before that Qinglian Sect Yuesan was chased and suppressed by the Sect 30 years ago, and then disappeared without a trace.

At that time, many people thought that he was dead, but they didn't expect that he was defeated by his junior brother today. "

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something, and the eyes she looked at Wei Tao became brighter and more attractive.

"Just now I was only worried about my junior brother's injuries, but I didn't notice that you have broken through the barrier above mystical senses and reached the realm of a master who transforms heaven and man into beings."

Her tone was full of admiration and joy, "I always knew that my junior brother's practice progressed rapidly, and he was not at the same level as the others, but it was completely beyond my expectations to be able to reach this level so quickly.

And being able to kill Qinglian Sect Yue Sanren, doesn't it mean that Junior Brother Wei went straight to Yinyang Yangsheng when he first became a master? "

"You must know that as early as 30 years ago, Wu Yu had transformed into a human being and became a cathode master. Although he was severely injured and fled after being besieged by the sect, it may have damaged the foundation and affect the subsequent progress of cultivation.

But after such a long time, this person hid in the place where the demon sect passed away to recuperate, so no matter what, he should have been promoted to the level of the great master of the anode. "

In front of her, Wei Tao didn't hide anything, "Yue Sanren is indeed a master of Yangyang, and his level of strength is indeed extraordinary, even I have a hard time coping with it.

But it can be regarded as my luck. He misjudged the situation at the beginning of the fight and suffered a big hidden loss. Otherwise, it would not be easy to keep this person in the first battle. "

"Junior Brother Wei is always so humble."

Hearing this, Ni Tang smiled brightly, "Grandma Yu once told me before that whether it is talent, willpower, or luck, no matter how you say it in ordinary times, it doesn't matter how important it is.

But in the life-and-death confrontation of warriors, there is no point in discussing these. "

After a pause, she sighed faintly, "At that time, there will only be life and death, victory or defeat, and everything else will be empty."

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Wei Tao sat there with his eyes closed and meditated.

Ni Tang sipped his tea.

It wasn't until she finished drinking the whole cup of tea that Wei Tao raised his head and asked with some doubts, "I remember that the Taoist seldom went down the mountain for decades. Is there any reason?"

"I only recently found out why."

Ni Tang thought about it and said slowly, "Speaking of which, the teacher sits at the gate of the mountain and does not come out, and it has something to do with the spirit of Brahma in the Northern Wilderness."

She recounted it in detail, and finally sighed faintly.

"After all, we, Yuanyi, are one of the seven sects of the sect. We chose Qinglin Mountain as the location at the beginning because it is one of the few blessed places in Qizhou. In addition, it can be regarded as some accumulation of inheritance for many generations, so the teacher lives in Qinglin Hall for a long time. Reduce the erosion caused by Brahma's spirit."

Wei Tao nodded, just about to say something, but suddenly his face darkened, and he turned to look at the half-closed palace door.

Candlelight flowed out along the crack of the door, reflecting a light yellow band outside the hall.

And the places outside the light belt are all occupied by deep and thick darkness.

Click!

The porcelain cup in Ni Huang's hand cracked without warning, and the scalding hot tea flowed down between his fingers, dripping to the ground.

The two looked at each other, got up at the same time, and walked out of the palace gate in an instant.

At the Yuanyi Mountain Gate, two disciples on duty were discussing their cultivation experience.

At this moment, there was a soft snap.

It seems that there are light footsteps coming from the foot of the mountain along the mountain wind.

The two didn't care about this, and they were still whispering to each other.

pat!

There was another soft sound, much clearer than before.

There are also strands of chill, mixed in the mist, and the stone steps below are even frosted with naked eyes.

The two inner disciples finally came to their senses.

One carefully looked down, while the other quickly ran to the warning bronze bell.

The footsteps seemed to be getting closer, and then stopped outside the tall stone gate.

The inspecting inner disciple's eyes suddenly trembled, and he felt a coldness rise from the bottom of his heart, and instantly hit his whole body.

All he saw was a blackness that flowed like water.

It is engulfing the stone steps leading to the inner door step by step, and it is still spreading towards the top faster and faster.

Driven by the darkness that seemed to come alive, he involuntarily backed away, his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he couldn't even utter a word.

Even the inner disciple who went to ring the bell stood still, as if he had turned into a statue.

pat!

The darkness flowed, and the footsteps sounded again.

It doesn't sound like one person, but more like many people walking together.

Under the oppression of the dark breath, the two Yuanyi disciples panted heavily, like fish out of water, about to die of lack of oxygen.

At this moment, the ink-colored darkness suddenly condensed.

Then it slowly recedes and disappears.

Manifested are nine figures in black clothes and black robes connected by silk threads.

Their complexions were snow-white, expressionless, like corpses hung on spider webs, appearing in front of Yuan Yiyi's door without any warning.

The inner sect disciple who was about to ring the bell shuddered, and suddenly regained his ability to move, subconsciously going back.

His heel caught on a step and he nearly fell backward.

Fortunately, he didn't sit directly on the ground because he was supported by a hot palm on his shoulder.

"Go back first, just leave it to me here."

Wei Tao's gentle voice sounded slowly.

"Wei Daozi."

His eyes were red and he almost cried.

"Qinglian Killing Formation of the Demon Sect?" The fragrance floated, and Ni Tang appeared beside the two of them.

"It's not the Qinglian killing formation, but the Weisi battle formation of the Northern Wilderness."

Wei Tao shook his head slowly, with a thoughtful expression, "Two grandmasters, seven mystical senses, linked by strange threads, connected by energy and mechanism, are much more powerful than the cavalry battle formation I have seen before."

Having said that, he suddenly remained silent.

The God-watching Qi technique was fully used, and it landed on the translucent silk thread between the nine figures, watching them grow upwards, pointing to the dark sky.

Suddenly gave birth to a little feeling of being secretly peeped.

It seems that there are really a pair of eyes looking down from above.

"This feeling is by no means the usual Northern Wilderness Battle Formation."

Wei Tao exhaled slowly, and took a step forward to block Ni Xuan behind him.

"This is a simplified version of Brahma's Great Ritual, which can directly suppress our martial arts true meaning, but looking at the situation of these Northern Wilderness warriors, it seems that it is a little different from 40 years ago."

An old female voice sounded quietly, Granny Yu, Elder Wan, Elder Chong and others came together and appeared under the stone gate at the same time.

"Xiaotao and Xing'er led the other disciples to leave first. We old fellows have been tortured by mystical delusions for a long time. I hope I can carry it on and buy you a little time to retreat..."

"With disciples around, how could it be possible for the elders to put themselves in danger?"

Wei Tao took another step and stood in front of everyone.

"Ni Tang, take your Junior Brother Wei and leave immediately."

Granny Yu sighed, "If you haven't experienced it, you don't know what kind of terrifying experience it is to have the true meaning of martial arts sealed off."

"Teacher, there is no need to worry. The disciple is indeed not afraid of being suppressed by the true meaning of the martial arts."

Wei Tao took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily, "It is strong enough for him, and the breeze is blowing over the hills. This disciple has already shattered the true meaning of martial arts, so let's see what this simplified version of Brahma's ritual can suppress. "