Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

"It's winter."

Sitting on the top of the mountain, watching the clouds and sea.

He is no longer a young man, now he is over forty. Time always flies by, and people can never catch its reins.

He is already unique in the world. He built a holy place of martial arts in the "Holy Mountain", recruited three thousand disciples, wrote three books, and taught the world all the essence of his martial arts without hiding anything.

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

But I am also afraid of him, because he has killed the world to the point of ruin. Even the peerless ones of the previous generation, Plum Blossom Sword Jue and Wu Jue, also died in his hands. Later rising stars, One Sword and One Demon twenty years ago, also fell in his hands. , and the sword king and gun master ten years ago also died in his hands.

Nowadays, there are also talents who claim to be capable of killing with one sword, intending to challenge him, and then they are killed by his sword.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, but my generation only laughs at the sky." Mu Gangui said.

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

The God of War had given him some advice. He believed it and pursued it tirelessly, but failed, so he went down the mountain. Then Mei Hua Jian Jue and Wu Jue also talked about their heavenly ways, but they were far from his heavenly ways.

Finally, he returned to the Holy Mountain, his hometown, and tried to sit where the God of War once sat, hoping that the God of War would bless him and enable him to understand the secrets of heaven.

Unfortunately not.

And the God of War he was looking for never appeared again after the night he escaped from the dungeon.

He didn't 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 its whereabouts are unknown. Even though he searched the world, he could not find it.

"The way of heaven, the way of heaven, what is the way of heaven, is it you?" Mu raised his head and looked at the clear blue sky.

There wasn't a single cloud at the moment, just a sky as pure as sapphire.

There will be no response.

Then he picked up a leaf of weed, flicked it with his fingers, and made a whoosh sound. The fluttering weed leaf pierced the air like an arrow from a string, and penetrated the trunk of an old tree on the mountainside.

Picking flowers and flying leaves can be used as a murderous weapon. This is his current state.

Plants and trees can be used as weapons, and qi and blood can be separated from the body by three feet. It has thoroughly studied the human body and entered the mysterious and unpredictable spiritual realm.

If there is an enemy, he can lock his soul for hundreds of miles and track him for thousands of miles. He calls this state - Saint.

He has become a saint, but he is still not a god of war.

How can you dare to call yourself a god if you can't find the way of heaven and have never joined the way?

He still vividly remembers the bloody mist he saw that day, like mist from the setting sun, filling his eyes.

Later generations have studied the extent of the blood mist surrounding the golden body of the Martial God, which was nearly a hundred feet, but what Mu saw with his own eyes was that it was wider than a hundred feet, close to a thousand feet.

It is so vast that he has not yet been able to reach it.

"Remember that the God of War vomited all his energy and blood out of his body, so that he could ascend into the rainbow and merge with the heavens?" Mu guessed.

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

Moreover, it is still impossible to cover a thousand feet of Qi and blood outside his body, or at most a hundred feet. He probably has to spit out all the Qi and blood from his whole body to do it.

But the God of War did it.

"The Qiankun Free Kung Fu!" Mu Yuan learned the peerless martial arts taught to him by the God of War in the past.

He carefully understood the style of the God of War. After so many years of practice, he had actually modified the Qiankun Zizi Gong a lot. He did not expect that he would be able to optimize the skills created by the God of War. However, as the martial arts became more and more sophisticated, it became more practical. After using it, he felt the ambiguity in it, so he made drastic changes to the Qiankun Zizi Gong, and finally modified it into what it looks like today.

There are ninety-nine and eighty-one moves, each move has sixty-six thirty-six movements, a total of two thousand nine hundred and sixteen movements, which can train his body thoroughly, from the inside to the outside, everywhere.

Moreover, after practicing to the end, and in harmony with his spirit, he mastered a kind of Heavenly Divine Martial Arts, and he had already practiced a Heavenly Divine Martial Arts with the secret method left by Wu Jue and the others back then, so he had two kinds of Heavenly Divine Martial Arts in his body.

But no matter how hard he practiced, he never gained another heavenly weapon, the key of which he still doesn't know.

After holding his head up for a long time, his neck was sore, so he lowered his head.

He picked up a piece of dead grass on the ground. On the top of the grass, there was a green-yellow fruit.

It's a grass seed.

Mu looked at it seriously and finally breathed out.

"I understand." He said calmly.

Then he let out a long breath, and blood appeared all over his body.

All the disciples who were watching him at the foot of the mountain were shocked when they saw this, not knowing what the master was going to do.

Is there any big enemy coming? !

Whoohoo!

Then came the storm.

It is not the east, west, north and south wind, but a charming eye-catching wind and sand blowing down from the mountain, accompanied by blood.

This is……

"Master wants to be in harmony with heaven!"

Over the years, Mu often said that he was peering into the heavens to find a way forward, so all his disciples knew about it, and even everyone in the world knew that Mu Martial Saint wanted to follow the path of the Martial God.

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

Although the sun was dazzling, the disciples of Yamashita Mu did not blink and looked at the top of the mountain with wide eyes.

They saw the bloody light gradually rising into the sky, covering a hundred feet in radius, and at the same time, a martial arts scripture was reflected in their minds.

"Is this the secret of heaven?" The disciples' hearts surged.

They knew very well how generous their master was, so they were very excited when they sensed this extra memory in their minds.

But what followed was a little bit of disappointment.

The master wants to follow the path of the martial god back then, his body is dissolved in the human world, he transforms into a rainbow and ascends, and his spirit merges with the way of heaven.

They may never see their master again.

Rumble!

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

But no one was afraid, they all looked up. Those rocks might not be able to scratch the oily skin on their bodies, let alone the surging blood and energy around them.

Clap!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky.

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

Then the blood surging on the top of the mountain began to fall like snowflakes one after another, one petal after another, especially bright red and evil.

欻!

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

It was flying rapidly into the sky, and then suddenly disappeared.

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

When all the disciples saw this scene, they 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 when the disciples came to their senses, a gust of wind floated in their ears: "Don't ascend! Don't ascend!"