I just want to practice

Unconsciously, their eyes looked at the throne standing on the highest place in the heavens at the same time.

If Xianting is determined to win Zulongshu, even if Martial Dao has the help of Good Fortune Pillar God, it will not help.

After all, that one puts too much pressure on people!

Not to mention, at this moment, only a corner of the Immortal Courtyard is exposed, and there are still other shocking taboo auras dormant!

"kindness?"

Dao Qingtian didn't immediately express his attitude on the throne where everyone was looking forward to. Instead, as if he had discovered something interesting, his eyes crossed the sky and cast his eyes on the battlefield of gods and demons in the corner of the universe.

At this moment, in Dao Qingtian's eyes.

In the center of the battlefield of gods and demons, on the top of the Heavenly Gods and Demons Mountain, a shriveled headless corpse like a woodcutter was quietly sitting cross-legged.

exactly.

It was a black corpse with half of its head growing out!

At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the God Demon Mountain, silently, just slowly wiping the rusty bronze battle ax in his hand.

And the direction he is facing.

It is the Eternal Divine Soil!

In other words, the Shura battlefield!

"Interesting, the future seems to be even more exciting."

With a chuckle, Dao Qingtian withdrew his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the throne disappeared, and the originally looming fairy court also disappeared into time and space, disappearing.

This……

Xianting actually regressed?

The giants from all directions were shocked and extremely puzzled, but they couldn't think of a reasonable explanation at all.

Today's Immortal Court can be called the number one force in the sanctuary just by Dao Qingtian alone.

In the world, what kind of existence can make them regress?

"Okay, Wuhong, you're fine!!"

The three ancestor kings of the Shura clan saw that all the great masters on the side of the immortal way had left the field, and only the Shura clan was left to confront Wu Hong and the Pillar of Creation, so they couldn't help gnashing their teeth.

Under the current situation, unless they overturn the chessboard in advance, they will fight Mo Jietian and Eternal God Soil endlessly.

Otherwise, they would never even try to take away the Ancestral Dragon Tree today.

"Trust me, you won't be happy for long."

After a while, the three ancestor gods of the Shura clan regained their composure, and the bloody sculpture stared at Wu Hong with a sneer and said, "How long can you maintain your current state? One day, or two days?

Even if there is that treasure to continue his life, it won't be long before he falls asleep again, right?

By the time.

Although Mo Jietian's structure can stop the giants, don't forget, my clan son Lang can do a lot, can you Mo Jietian hold it? ! "

"Just try it!"

Wu Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was domineering and fearless, and his cold expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't take the threat of the Shura tribe to heart at all.

"Hehe, wait and see."

With a flash of blood in the eyes of the blood-colored sculpture, he moved countless Shura tribe troops with a wave of his hand.

Before leaving, he seemed to think of something interesting again, turned around and kindly reminded him: "By the way, Mo Jietian can persist until now because of the existence of that thing.

Hehe, now that the prehistoric world is about to return, under the pull of two phases, no matter how much you hide it, it will be of no avail.

At that time, Mo Jietian's location coordinates will be exposed, and it's not just us that you have to face. The immortals in this sanctuary have long wanted to tear you to pieces.

Well, that must be an interesting sight, I can't wait. "

Amid wild laughter, the three ancestor gods of the Shura clan disappeared at the end of time and space.

On Mount Wushen.

The gloomy and worried look in Wu Hong's old eyes flashed away, but he didn't stay too long. With a wave of his big hand, Wushen Mountain roared, and the skulls wrapped around Wuyang and Jiang Wuye disappeared into the crack of time and space.

next moment.

A series of terrifying divine thoughts swarmed from all directions in the universe, chasing into the cracks in time and space, trying to find the location of Mo Jietian by following the trace of Wu Hong's return.

However, they soon discovered that the Qi mechanism of Wushen Mountain had completely disappeared from the world, and it seemed that it was not in this piece of history, and there was no trace of it at all.

"Pity……"

In the end, they had no choice but to withdraw their divine sense unwillingly.

The Shura clan was right.

The existence of Mo Jietian has always been a heart disease of Immortal Dao.

One era does not allow for two ways, if the immortal way wants to truly become the master of this era, Honghuang is the primary enemy, followed by the Shura clan, and then the martial arts demon Jietian.

If Mo Jietian reveals his position, don't even think about it, Immortal Dao will definitely do his best to crush it ruthlessly, leaving no information in the world!

"Old man, next, you can only rely on yourselves."

In the depths of the Eternal City of God.

A pair of ancient eyes filled with the gods and sages looked at the direction where Wushen Mountain left, and there was nostalgia and worry in the voice.

As the only giant who had a good relationship with martial arts at that time, he naturally knew what Mo Jietian was in now.

I also know what kind of catastrophe Mo Jietian will usher in with the return of the Great Desolation.

But, even if you know.

He can only be a bystander.

In the Eternal Divine Soil, he might be able to use the rules of the Divine Soil to help Martial Arts, but once the Eternal Divine Soil is suppressed by God's will, he is powerless.

246 He... Tired

The decaying star of the universe falls.

The gloomy sky is billowing with thunder and tribulation.

The dilapidated and broken earth is howling.

The apocalyptic atmosphere of despair and depression fills every inch of time and space in the world, making it so heavy that people can't breathe.

This is a nether world that seems to have been buried in a long time ago, forgotten by all living beings, and abandoned by the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Here.

Not hell.

It's the Martial Dao Demon Jietian.

No one is like a dragon, nor is everything flourishing. Even, it is difficult for you to find the green dawn that represents life in the vast world.

some.

It's just pieces of dilapidated rivers and mountains that are constantly aging and rotting in the midst of catastrophe and illness.

But it is in the middle of this world full of despair.

But abnormally, there is a blue sacred mountain that is incompatible with the surrounding gray sky and earth.

The sacred mountain stands up, I don't know how old it is.

There are dense ancient trees, flying cranes and animals, countless caves and blessed places, and countless huge statues of gods and men standing erect. The sound of martial arts is roaring all the time. It is a scene full of vitality and a holy place for seeking Tao.

This is not a sign of the recovery of heaven and earth.

It is the scene created by the self-spraying power of life and creation of Wushen Mountain and the residual Taoism of the ancestors of the past generations. It is the last prosperous place of martial arts and the last oasis in the desert.

And no surprises.

One day, this sacred mountain of martial arts that has dominated an era, conquered the heavens, and created countless martial arts giants will grow old and collapse, and finally disappear and be buried in the long river of time along with martial arts.

And that day.

Maybe it's this era.

Maybe it's the next era.

But all the remaining martial artists know that it won't be too far away.

"Ugh……"

On the mountainside of Wushen Mountain, where the clouds and mists shroud.

The space fluctuated, and Wu Yang, who was still dressed as an old farmer, stepped out of the time and space of the cave, looked at the five expectant old people around him, and shook his head weakly.

"Whether it can be saved or not, you old coffin is farting, what's the point of sighing?"

Among them, a hot-tempered red-haired old man saw Wu Yang's dejected face, couldn't help staring at the tiger, and cursed.

"Yes, old Yangtou, you should give me an accurate word."

The other four old men also showed worried expressions and asked questions one after another.

These five old men, like Wu Yang, are all the Supreme Elders of Mojietian. They have lived from the beginning of the Era to the present. They are the only six Martial Ancestor Realm experts left in the martial arts today, that is, existences at the level of enlightenment and power.

And the red-haired old man who was the first to speak out was named Li Fen. Although he had a hot temper, he was in the position of Great Elder, commanding all directions, and his strength was even stronger than Wu Yang.

Because of Mo Jietian's special pattern.

On weekdays, the six elders would either profess to be sleeping to resist the erosion of the years, or sit on the front line to command the battle situation on the Shura battlefield, or manage various matters in Mojietian.

Even if there is a connection, it is an exchange of spiritual thoughts, and it is basically difficult to get together in real body like now.

And now, the six elders are rarely gathered together.

The reason, of course, was Jiang Wuye, who was called by Wu Hong the son of the revival of martial arts, as long as he was alive, his martial arts would never be destroyed.

Half a month has passed since Wuhong was forcibly unsealed, entered the Shura battlefield to deter the giants of the heavens, and forcibly rescued Jiang Wuye.

After returning, Wu Hong's breath plummeted, and he became much older. It seemed that he had suffered an unimaginable backlash, and he could only pretend to sleep again, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

The words he left behind were: At all costs, even if the martial arts background is exhausted, Jiang Wuye must be saved!

As for the ancestral dragon tree, this thing is comparable to good fortune, and only giants can exert its effect. Once activated, it is enough to make martial arts last for several generations, and its importance is self-evident.

Therefore, after returning, the Zulongshu was sealed in the depths of Wushen Mountain, waiting for Wuhong to wake up, activate its efficacy, and shine for martial arts.

And Jiang Wuye, needless to say by Wu Hong, Mo Jietian's people also know his importance to martial arts.

On the day he was rescued, the five elders took out the only longevity medicine left in Wushen Mountain, as well as various great medicines that were usually regarded as the heart and soul, to prolong Jiang Wuye's life.

During this period, no one objected, let alone any objection.

Because, with a pile of unbelievable achievements flowed out from the mouths of the elders.

Even the young children in Mojietian knew that Jiang Wuye, who was rescued by the ancestor god himself, was a peerless fierce man who could single-handedly overwhelm countless arrogances in the immortal world, ask the Shura clan three times, but no one dared to fight!

After that day, I don't know how many martial arts cultivators have regarded Jiang Wuye as their belief in their hearts, and the highest yearning for this life.

If they had that opportunity, they would wish to exchange their own lives for Jiang Wuye's, so there was no dissatisfaction there.

"Ugh……"

Facing the eagerness of the five elders, Wu Yang sighed again, his gaze was complicated, and he said slowly: "He... is tired."

"..."

The five elders were all silent.

They thought of a possibility, and they couldn't help feeling angry in their hearts, but in an instant, they were overwhelmed by distress.

Yes.

From the purgatory world to the sanctuary without stopping, and facing the enemies of the heavens alone, until the last moment of his life, he was fighting.

During this period, he was accompanied by never-ending malice and unquenchable anger from beginning to end.

And, the loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow.

I'm afraid, only at the moment of liberation, his heart will be peaceful and warm.

"Son, I'm sorry for you."