Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

The bottom of Jiyuan, although pure white and seemingly holy, is dead and lifeless.

When he walked up to the man, Mo Que was surprised to find that the cold he felt was greatly reduced.

In Mo Que's mind, the mysterious voice rarely appeared on his own initiative, and said in surprise: "In such a place, there is such a thing!"

The man was stunned. Although Mo Que's words only changed by one word, the meaning was completely different.

After careful feeling, he found that he still couldn't feel the vitality in this person, and he couldn't feel the vitality in this person at all.

But after thinking about it, Mo Que couldn't come up with an answer in the end.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped, showing shock.

Not only are there no flowers and trees here, but there are no living creatures.

"This...is this really Martial God?" Mo Que couldn't help but be suspicious of his previous experience.

The fleshly body becomes an emperor, the body hides the law, and the Martial God's flesh and bone marrow has long exceeded the scope of ordinary people.

The man saw this and said, "When you were refining the marrow, Nine Cycles opened the sky, why didn't you just take this corpse directly into the world within your body?"

However, although such space objects can hold dead objects, the body of Martial God is too powerful and heavier than the mountains, so it cannot be included in the cauldron.

He can feel that this person is not simple, if he is malicious, I am afraid that he has already shot, and there is no need to use any means.

He stepped forward, checked it carefully, and finally could see that it was indeed Martial God.

Not long after walking, Mo Que's pupils shrank, and his feet settled in place like roots.

"So, you're not Martial God?" Mo Que asked tentatively.

"I can see that you are also a member of Martial Dao. Could it be that you are a descendant of Martial God?" the man asked curiously.

He said with great interest: "Since you are not a descendant of Martial God, why did you risk your life to enter this dangerous place to find his body?"

"Okay, I'll take you to the body of Martial God!" The man didn't know what to think, jumped off the white stone, turned around and walked first.

Is Martial God not dead? Or is this person not Martial God?

It is rooted on a white stone and has three leaves and three petals. Whether it is a flower leaf or a petal, it is pure white, and it looks more like it is carved from white jade.

Although he didn't know who the man was, he should not be from the Tyrant Hall.

Mo Que didn't hide it, and said, "The people in the Hall of Powers want to turn Martial God's body into a puppet. I am a martial artist. Naturally, I can't let Martial God be humiliated after his death!"

Mo Que looked forward, and sure enough he saw another figure.

After all, Emperor Realm characters are high above, and he has not really seen a few so far. He has only heard some rumors about those Emperor Realm characters.

Otherwise, if someone in the Baqi Hall can enter the bottom of the abyss, why would they mobilize weapons on the abyss to investigate the bottom of the abyss.

"The so-called rebirth, of course, is the bliss of rebirth!"

This made him more and more believe that this man's strength is terrifyingly powerful, I am afraid that even if it is not the emperor, it is the real king Realm.

The Lord of the Martial Hall of the year, before he even arrived at the King's Realm, could be Immortal in the flesh a hundred years after his death.

In this place where there is no vegetation and no living beings, there is actually a flower blooming.

"Unexpectedly, besides me, there is actually a second person who can walk under this abyss!" The man looked at Mo Que with a bit of interest in his eyes.

"Martial God?" the man said: "You mean the Practitioner body buried here?"

He sat on top of a white stone, closed his eyes, motionless, and could not feel any vitality in him.

Not to mention, the Martial God who became an emperor in the flesh, I am afraid that even if he dies for ten thousand years, the flesh may not perish.

"Here!" The man stopped and said with a smile.

Mo Que felt that this person was unfathomable and of unknown origin, but he followed.

Either way, it's shocking enough.

"Could this person be Martial God?" Mo Que's heart sank after being shocked.

Just as Mo Que carefully looked at him with awe and wanted to see the mystery of this man, suddenly, this man opened his eyes!

Just thinking it's interesting, you dare to go down to the bottom of this extreme abyss where no living creatures survive? The man's words made Mo Que suspicious.

"Senior, what is the flower of rebirth?" Mo Que asked quickly.

He quickly recalled, what characteristics of the Great Emperors in the emperor realm on the land of Baizhou are compatible with this person?

"That is……"

Mo Que said, "I am a descendant of the Martial Dao line!"

Martial God's body is full of mysteries when the body becomes an emperor, especially for him, looking at Martial God's body, you can know Martial Dao's follow-up path and how to go.

"To become an emperor in the flesh, no wonder even the Martial Hall cares so much. To achieve this level of Realm, every bone in the body, every drop of blood, has extraordinary value!" Mo Que sighed inwardly, walked to the man, carefully look.

I saw a figure sitting in front of me.

Mo Que walked alone, in this dead place, with only his own footsteps, terribly quiet.

"If it wasn't for my martial art, it was no longer weaker than the king's weapons, and I had the inner magic of the sun, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here at all!" Mo Que deeply felt the terrifying coldness.

Although he didn't believe that Netherworld really existed, even the mysterious existence regarded this flower as something ominous, and he didn't want to be contaminated, so he moved on.

"Have you seen Martial God?" Mo Que was startled, and the Practitioner's body buried here is probably only Martial God.

You must know that under this extreme abyss, even the king's weapons can't fly here. Even if this man is not Martial God, it is not easy to sit here safely!

"Mo Que, the descendant of Martial Dao, no offense, in order to avoid Martial God's physical humiliation, we welcome back Martial God's body here and find another burial place!" Mo Que opened his mouth to Martial God with closed eyes, and then took out the virtual sky Ding wants to include Martial God in it.

The physical body of an ordinary Practitioner, under the extreme abyss, simply cannot withstand the cold air here.

Mo Que was horrified, stepped back immediately, and said in shock, "Who are you?"

Before, every time he walked, he had to stop the operation of the internal sun method to dispel the cold in his body, but at this time, it was much easier to follow this man, and he could barely fight without deliberately dispelling the cold.

"Going to Mo Que, dare to ask who Xiongtai is and why he is here?" Mo Que relaxed a little when he saw that the man was only in his twenties, and he didn't seem to be hostile to him.

Because even though he is dead, Mo Que is also a Practitioner, and Mo Que can still feel the mighty power contained in this fleshly body.

The mysterious voice said: "It is rumored that this flower only blooms on Yellow Springs Road. As long as the dead souls of the past smell the fragrance of the flowers, they can forget the past and live in peace."

"Rebirth flowers?"

After all, even above Jiyuan, there are no living creatures that can survive, and in this Jiyuan place that even the weapons of the king can't reach, it is even more impossible for living things to exist.

This person is like a vast ocean, giving Mo Que an unfathomable feeling that he can't see through at all.

He was also sitting here, his eyes closed, exactly the same as when he saw this mysterious man earlier.

"Brother?" The man seemed to find the name interesting, and said with a smile, "I just passed by this place. Seeing that this place is a bit special, I thought it was interesting, so I came down and have a look."

It was a man with a compelling heroic spirit.

Mo Que froze, could it be that under the abyss, is it really possible to lead to the Nine Netherworlds of Yellow Springs?