Martial God

I have heard of this place during the conversation, but this is where it is, but it is ignorant.

The Golden Battle screamed and said: "He brothers, you don't know that this place is not unusual. In fact, there are very few people who can know this place under the heavens, except for the most powerful sects in the East and West, and those who hide the deepest, inheritance. No one knows the existence of Ghost Cry Ridge beyond the longest family."

I don't know why, He Yiming's heart suddenly feels a bit cold, he vaguely feels that Ghost Cry Ridge seems to have a close relationship with the East and West every few decades of war, but what kind of relationship is it, then it must be from gold The mouth of the battle was excavated.

Considering for a moment, the Golden Battle Road: "He brothers, according to ancient records, in ancient times, monks practiced above the martial arts. Once they were promoted to Shinto, they immediately had a powerful magical power."

He Yiming showed a hint of envy in his eyes. Although he had never seen a real Shinto person, there were many legends about Shinto, and there was a real artifact in his hand, so he Believe in the legend of Shinto.

The Jiulong furnace is such a powerful artifact that the fault is not the legendary Shinto, who can refine and use it.

However, since the Golden Campaign mentioned the Shinto master at this moment, He Yiming’s heart suddenly became active.

"Golden brother, is it that the ghost crying ridge is related to the Shinto master?"

"Yes, it is said that it was not a plain in the past, but it was like a mountain that traversed the entire northwestern mountain range. It was a huge mountain range that isolated the east and west." The gold battle said.

He Yiming’s face suddenly became extremely interesting. The muscles on his face twitched slightly. “Golden brother, is the mountain here broken by the Shinto masters?”

The golden battle was in the right direction and said: "I know that you don't believe it. If the Shinto masters can really turn a mountain into a flat plain, then these people are real gods. But..." He prolonged A sigh of tone, said: "He brothers, if the 800-year-old Flame Mountain is really the result of the battle between the Shinto master and the beast, then it seems that this great plain is not impossible."

He Yiming opened his mouth and finally nodded. "Why do they want to get through the road of East and West? Is it just to let these two students die and never stop?"

The Golden Campaign shook his head slightly and said: "Maybe it is."

He Yiming’s heart is faintly cold, and the practice of these Shinto people is really unpredictable. “In fact, the people of Shinto who have opened this path are masters of ruthlessness.”

He Yiming's eyebrows are light, and the miracles and rumors of the Shinto masters have been heard a lot, but there is no way to know about the cultivation methods.

Even in the temple of Lingbi, they collected these cheats and did not let him see them.

Of course, He Yiming believes that if he speaks out, he should be able to see some books on this subject. However, nowadays he has not reached the realm of the Supreme, but he wants to read the book of Shinto. If it is passed out, it will certainly be regarded as a typical example of a high-spiritedness.

"Golden brother, what is ruthless."

"Relentlessness is a general term. Anyone who cultivates such a Taoist law must sever the desire of the sorrow, ruthlessness, and volition into the martial arts. In order to improve the practice of martial arts, they would rather destroy everything..." Battle of the Golden The look is very dignified, the word of a word: "including life!"

He Yiming's eyes: Looking at the golden battle, when he said this, there was a sigh of enthusiasm to the extreme. The cold taste made He Yiming's hair behind him not help the Lord. Stand up.

He barely smiled and said; "Golden brother, what do you say about this relationship with Ghost Cry Ridge."

"Of course, it is relevant." The Battle of Jin said with a gloomy face: "This legendary Central Plains and Ghost Cry Ling is made up of more than ten ruthless roads in the East and West."

He Yiming took a sigh of relief. If the legend is true, then this is too shocking. Nowadays, there is no trace of Shinto masters in the world, so when he hears that many of these Shinto masters are working hard for the same thing. The shock in my heart can be imagined.

"He brother, can you tell where the ghost crying is?" asked the gold campaign. He Yiming slowly shook his head, but unconsciously, his hands were already faintly cold. "The Great Plains of the Central Plains and the Ghost Cry Ridge are connected to each other. At the end of the Great Plains in the south, it is the ghostly crying ridge that has no light in the sun and the moon. "There seems to be a bit more ghostly in the voice of the Golden Battle. This is extremely rare in his body. Obviously, every time he mentions this place, even his heart has a strong unnaturalness.

"What is the relationship between them?" He Yiming finally couldn't stand it, and asked quietly. The Golden Campaign asked abruptly: "He brothers, you have heard about the way of the law. He Yiming hesitated, said: "I heard, but never met. The gold war.

He Yiming was very surprised and asked: "Where is the formation?"

"The alchemy area of ​​our Lingbao Hall, the peak of your Tianchi, is covered by the formation. Only these methods are under the control of no one, and there is no harm to the people, so not many people will know."

He Yiming suddenly realized that when he came to the two places, he always felt different. Now, his premonition is not aluminum.

The Golden Campaign suddenly reached out and pointed at the ground. He said: "The two methods are nothing more than a small skill. One of our greatest human arrays is at our feet."

He Yiming squatted, looked down, and his feet were flat. There was no strange place at all. He really couldn’t think of how the greatest array would exist underneath.

The Golden Battle laughed and said: "He brother, you don't believe it."

He Yiming said with a bitter smile: "If you don't see it, the younger brother is really unbelievable."

The Golden Campaign was not annoyed, but it was just a dumb smile. He said: "What kind of supernatural powers are possessed by the gods and masters, how can the arrays they have arranged be known to you and me."

Although He Yiming knows that he is very reasonable, he still has some doubts in his heart.

The voice of the Golden Campaign was slightly lower, saying: "He brother, when you practice the martial arts, how do you encounter the barrier?"

He Yiming’s heart jumped, why did the Golden Campaign ask the question abruptly, could he not doubt his own cultivation?

In this bash, his vest was suddenly overflowing with a cold sweat.

In contrast, He Yiming would rather let him know the existence of the Jiulong furnace and the pagoda power, and would not share this most crucial secret with others.

Seeing the embarrassment of He Yiming's face, the Golden Campaign did not have a good spirit: "If you encounter a barrier, it is natural to find a way to break through, and the most effective way is to find a place where the most mellow places of the world are cultivated. When you practice in this place, there will always be unexpected effects. Maybe in the next moment, you will be able to break through the long-lost state and go directly to the higher level of your dreams.

He Yiming knew that he was a false alarm. He smiled and said; "Golden brother is right, but it is more difficult to find such a place."

The Golden Campaign seems to be seeing what it is like, saying: "He brother, you don't need to hide it. I'm sure there must be a place in your hometown where there is a strong atmosphere in the world, and you are the only one in the place. And before the first line, they were practicing there to break through the barriers, right?"

He Yiming was suddenly amazed by the face, but what he was surprised was not that the Golden Campaign said the facts, but did not understand why he suddenly emerged this idea.

Seeing the face of He Yiming, the gold battle suddenly thought that he had said the other person's mind. He smiled and said: "Your talent is the first person from the past to the present, but if you want to continue to make breakthroughs, then a good cultivation environment is still It is essential. So Hao Shishu, they have long asserted that you have an enviable treasure land with a strong world of heaven and earth."

He Yiming opened his mouth. Suddenly, his gratitude to Hao Zun was like the water of the river. He spoke, and sincerely said: "Hao Zun's eyes are like electricity, the gods are wonderful, the magical powers are vast, the gods... God is so bad, the spirit is upside down, the dragons can't see the tail..."

"Well." The Golden Campaign waved his hand and stopped He Yiming's nonsense. "You have to flatter, and you will find Hao Shishu to talk about it later. But you don't have to worry, we won't marry your Feng Shui treasure." In fact, whether it is the Lingbi Hall, your Tianchi, or those powerful martial arts families, there are similar treasures, the most famous of which ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the land of heaven."

He Yiming nodded again and again, since the other party thought that he was of course full of joy.

The Golden Campaign suddenly put away a smile, and his face was once again gloomy, saying: "However, even the treasure land possessed by the cave is absolutely impossible to compare with the ghost crying. At every time the East and West wars, the ghosts cry The temperament of the heavens and the earth will be so rich that it is incredible, and there is an infinite illusion in it. If it can withstand the test of illusion, plus the environment in the atmosphere of heaven and earth, the possibility of breaking through the limits The holding will increase countless times."

He Yiming first groaned, and his mouth chewed the contents of this sentence. Slowly, his face began to become extremely ugly.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the Golden Battle with incomparably serious eyes. He seemed to be asking questions silently.

At this time, the Golden Campaign was also an expression of the same awe. Although He Yiming did not say a word, he seemed to understand the meaning of He Yiming’s eyes. He also nodded seriously.

In a flash, He Yiming's face is no longer a trace of blood, white as a ghost.