Du Xuan smiled: "My sword is too blunt, I can't kill my seniors, and I disappointed my seniors." ”

The seller was suddenly angry: "Could it be that Wei Yuanhou also broke the backbone in his chest? is so indecisive that it is difficult to take on a big responsibility, Mu Wushuang's old thief is also blind, and he has chosen a mantle." ”

Du Xuan smiled slightly: "Among my predecessors, I have two Dao Heart Sword, but no Dao Heart Fire has been ignited, so it can be seen that everything I have done is worthy of Dao Heart." The sword of the younger generation can't kill the seniors, and if the seniors want to die, the younger generations have a way. After this battle, I went to the teacher's dojo to listen to the sermon, and I had a method to give to my seniors. ”

The seller picked up the flat pole and spat him, turned around and left, Du Xuan did not stop him, and opened his mouth to silently recite a mantra. When the seller heard this, he immediately stopped, was stunned, and turned his head to look at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's this mantra?!"

"Hundred Refining Scriptures. ”

"Is there such a method of refining weapons in this world?!"

"If you cultivate it, you will be punished by heaven and will die of calamity. ”

"The husband carries me in shape, labors me to live, I grow old, and I die to death. ”

"The predecessors had great wisdom. ”

"Leave me alone, accompany you for a while, the son of the world can mistake me, but don't mistake the common people. ”

The seller carried the burden and walked to the viewing platform, standing behind Mu Wushuang, and did not say anything, but was silent. Mu Wushuang smiled and nodded. Situ Jing was also here, standing quietly. Lu Zhen was envious, looked at it directly, and silently thought about how to dig the corner of the wall.

Under the stands, Du Xuan was in a good mood in the ring. At present, the situation of the human race is not optimistic, whether it is the pressing of the demon clan in the northern Xinjiang or the prehistoric planning of the master and the second master, the form of the human race is in jeopardy.

Now with the addition of the seller, the original crisis has changed slightly. If the method of prehistoric refining can be carried forward and the shortage of blades of the human race can be solved, many problems can be solved.

Although it is still insignificant for the overall situation, quantitative changes produce qualitative changes, and although the exercises from the Dao Seal belong to the world array, and after cultivation, they will bring calamity, but the relative effects and rewards are also worth looking forward to.

Thoughts changed Du Xuan looked around at the heroes, his chest was full of pride, forty-nine Heavenly Dao Dao Seals, forty-nine transcendent supreme immortal methods may be able to change this world and change the upcoming history of the human race!

He was in high spirits and looked down the stage. Suddenly, a wooden stick suddenly exploded from the void, wrapped in a strange and unpredictable red light, and swept towards him as if it had broken through space.

Stick to the sky!

The whole body is black and red, and the two ends of the wooden stick are engraved with different forms of patterns, like flowers, birds, fish and insects in the prosperous world. Another example is the graffiti of young children, which is not clear. Among them, there are two rays of divine light, one black and one red, entwined, bringing immortal power. Almost crushed the void!

The two air flows of yin and yang, and the black and red wooden sticks rise in the wind, instantly extending from the thickness of the arm to the size of the temple pillar. Before he reached three feet in front of him, a strong wind squeezed over, almost wanting to remove the skin and bones.

Du Xuan's expression froze, and he didn't dare to hold it up. Holding fists with both hands, the unyielding intention of martial arts comes out of the body, from the inside out, and the fighting spirit is strong.

At this moment, he felt a ferocity, a ferocity from the ancient and reckless world! Through Cangyu, the energy of the essence in the body was stimulated to the extreme! Even the vitality was burning!

At this moment, he felt the threat of death! The Purple Mansion Divine Platform voluntarily lowered a curtain of light to protect the only true self, a situation that had never happened even when Ran Jing was seizing the house!

Boom!

Click!

This rod swept out of the foreign land, with boundless power, but when it touched it, it suddenly changed, like a fresh breeze. The seemingly unstoppable blow was only a light sound. The contrast is striking.

Du Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then his body was full of life, and his soul almost wanted to come out of his body. The fists and sticks collided, and with a slight knock, there was no loud sound, no bright light, only a trace of weirdness that was so calm that it was imperceptible to rippling!

Under the ring, when the stick swept out, the immortal light raged. The red and black colors were entangled with each other, scraping the ground with a burst of bloody light, and even from afar, they could feel the destructive energy in the yin and yang.

Everyone in the audience hurriedly fled for their lives, ignoring the others, who were scrambling to be the first, and the crowd who hurriedly avoided became a pot of porridge.

In the panic, a swarthy fat man with a face of ash rushed left and right, but his body was too bloated, and he was trampled by the crowd and became a stepping stone in a moment. Fortunately, he is full of secret treasures, and taking out one at random is not something that ordinary people can damage at will.

The crowd, cursing and shoving. Suddenly, it was quiet, and the pins could be heard all around, as if time had stood still. Wei Pang took the opportunity to lift the foot that stepped on his face, got up and patted the dust, and raised his head to give a smile to the person who stepped on his face.

The man didn't look at him at all, just stared blankly ahead, as if he had become a puppet. Even though Wei Fat's face is comparable to the city wall, there are some things that can't be hung at this time. He smiled awkwardly, his face was kind, but his heart was black.

I saw him quietly take out a box from his bosom, and was about to break it, when suddenly everyone around him fell down one after another. It was as if the marionettes had lost their restraints, and one after another fell to the ground, and it was like a plague spreading, and it instantly spread to the entire martial arts arena.

In a short time, there were thousands of onlookers within a radius of 100 meters, and only a few dozen people were left standing at this time, and most of them were shaking, as if they had suffered heavy losses.

Wei Pang looked around in a daze, not knowing why. He was half a head shorter than the average person, and he was completely ignorant because he was in a trance.

Click!

The Demon Spirit Bow behind him made a soft sound, and Wei Fat hurriedly turned around and took off the Demon Bow. I saw that there were many small cracks on the bow arm that was originally as smooth as jade, and the divinity of the magic bow was not as good as before. The newborn spirit that was just about to be conceived was also annihilated and turned into a bubble.

Wei Pang was shocked, you must know that this is the identity symbol of the twelve demon envoys of the demon race, a genuine top-level Horcrux! This thing is obviously defending against the enemy on its own, and by the way, even Wei Pang who was carrying him on his back was also protected. was shocked by the man in the ring, and that person's strength can be seen!

In the main stand, Lu Zhenluo stood up suddenly, instantly realized his gaffe again, and slowly sat down. Mu Wushuang also narrowed his eyes, and a ray of divine light appeared in his eyes, as if he had insight into everything.

"The Old Gods?"

He lowered his body and whispered to Mu Wushuang, who looked at it for a moment, nodded and shook his head.

At this time, Du Xuan was in a state of extreme stillness. The spiritual river in the body was stagnant, the heart went into arrest, and even the major acupoints lost their divinity for a short time.

The inner world is bleak, the heavens and the earth are discolored, and the mountains and rivers are cracking. The Purple Mansion Divine Platform stabilized the last trace of spiritual power, and the void rift staggered and tilted downward. The inscriptions on the divine bones were gradually disappearing, and the runes around the body were erased, even the Hongmeng body could not resist the erosion of this strange power.

One after another, the forty-nine meridian and outer acupoints lost their luster, the forty-nine Dao seals gradually petrified, and the inner Dao introverted disappeared. This is not because the power of the Dao Seal is insufficient, but that Du Xuan, as the main body, is losing its vitality, and he is about to be petrified, and he is going to die!

One hit! One stick!

The man just jumped up and slapped him lightly, and he was about to burn thousands of years of hard work in his past and present lives!

"Reincarnation, reincarnation, old gods, old gods..."

Ran Jing sat in front of the grass hut, whispered silently, and spit out a few words that were enough to shock the world. He didn't care about what was in front of him, or he seemed to be waiting for something.

The surroundings are quiet and scary, and even from afar, you can hear each other's heartbeats. The rest of the people looked at each other, each silently thinking about something in their minds. Only a few people on the main stage were still calm, but their eyes were also sharp.

Wei Pang looked around for a moment, and then slowly fell down. Although he is not good at cultivation, he has a clear mind, and all the people who can still stand are the best among them, but he is afraid that if he blows a blow, the person on the stage will be aimed at these people who can still stand.

In the middle of the ring, Du Xuan was in an extreme state of stillness. There is no sky, no earth, no self. At this moment, it was as if time was frozen, and he used this form to slow down the collapse of the inner world while thinking about countermeasures.

Not far away, Yuan Ze lightly raised his foot and jumped on the tip of the stick, staring at Du Xuan quietly with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Behind him, an unclear force of law raged. Several people who have cultivated the eye of heaven have seen an unforgettable scene.

In the midst of the darkness, there was a fierce and tyrannical white ape standing. Swallow the essence of heaven and earth, and tilt the power of the law. In the middle of every breath, there was a divine power leaking out! Just standing there, it was as if he had broken the sky! The bloodthirsty light in his eyes flickered, and the earth, water, fire, and wind surged under his feet, as if he was the only true god who existed in the world!

"It's said that it's a hundred years, but it made me sit in a daze for 10,000 years. ”

Yuan Ze hooked his toes, and the ten-square stick lightly picked his hands, uninhibited. He took two steps forward at will, put the tip of the stick against Du Xuan's forehead, tapped it lightly twice, and said softly: "You have lost the immortal pattern and lost your spirituality, but you have a little more humanity." ”

On the main stage, Mu Wu held the Nirvana Furnace in both hands, and the eighteen tail feathers of the Divine Magpie on the furnace were shining! The unquenchable fire in his chest was scorching, and the scorching power made several people behind him inadvertently take a few steps back.

Lu Zhen also put away his wandering posture and narrowed his eyes, but the void god behind him opened his magic eyes. Yuan Ze had just lightly tapped two sticks on Du Xuan's forehead, and those two strokes were as piercing as thunder in his ears.

The seller coughed lightly and reminded the two: "The man has no malice, and there seems to be a divine spirit flowing in his stick, as if to awaken something. ”

"The Might of the Old Gods......"

"Do the Old Gods really exist?"

Mu Wushuang and Lu Zhen muttered to themselves, their tones full of shock and deep thought.

The Old Gods, also known as the Old Gods, are one of the most desirable of the many rumors in the Exiled Lands. It is rumored that before the endless years, the universe was full of essences, and there were countless treasures from heaven and earth. The so-called gods are just ordinary people, and even the rumored immortals are often seen.

It is rumored that in the endless past, there were many capable people, and there were many gods in the universe. Hundreds of schools of thought of various races contend with each other. When each ethnic group is born, it has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and each performs its own duties, or is in charge of the alternating rotation of the sun and the moon in charge of the heavens and the earth, or controls the blessings of the evil and the blessings, and the longevity and blessings......

It's just that I don't know when these stories have turned into dust, an era has come to an end, and it has become an ethereal legend, and only some untraceable ruins still have some stumps and leaves, which are used as after-dinner conversations.

"The Old Gods... It really exists, but a living ancient god..."

Bu Bo gently twisted the human skin head rope in his hand, which was the one that was given to Du Xuan but angered him. Bu Bo stroked the head rope dotingly, as if his beloved daughter Bu Qin had come back to life. Full of love and reluctance.

After a long time, the small head rope was finally unfolded, and it was a palm-sized picture scroll. The human skin is inked with blood, and the pen is a dragon and snake, and a few brushstrokes draw a small but full of divinity map. It was a terrain like no other in the Exiled Lands.

On Bu Bo's side, Situ Jingfeng's eyes widened slightly, and he was stunned. Staring at the map in Bubo's hand for a long time, he was speechless, his expression was full of shock, deep thought, and fear. This picture added a bit of charm to her for no reason, but the minds of the few people present were not here.

Suddenly!

At the edge of the ring, the sound of the divine sword behind the sword-serving man became colder and colder. Finally, he opened his long-closed sword eyes. In an instant, an unknown chill swept through the entire martial arts arena.

What kind of eyes were they?!There was a sword aura in the pupils! Even the trajectory of heaven and earth was briefly affected by the gestures, and a strange distortion on his side occupied everyone's eye sockets!

At that moment, one person, one sword, like a sword god carrying a sword picture, made people dare not look at it directly, until they bowed and worshipped.

Boom!

The sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword roared like a dragon's roar. A sword pointed obliquely, the sword swept Liuhe, the momentum was strong, and the sword qi was as usual Changhong pointed directly at Yuan Ze.

Yuan Ze didn't look back, and the ten-square stick swept backwards. The swords and sticks met, and in an instant, the wind and clouds surged in the ring, and the red and black qi swept through with an indelible sword light. The sword slave has been killed in front of him with his sword, and the few broken divine swords in his hands are like immortals stepping forward, a sword and a mountain and a river, and like a flower blooming on the Nine Clouds Court, it is dizzying.

Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, there was a dull but profound heartbeat in the ring, sometimes far and sometimes unpredictable.

Boom!

As if he had broken free from the shackles of eternity, Du Xuan woke up from his slumber and handed out a vicious dragon-shaped fist from the haze, forcing the young man holding the divine sword back by half a step!

Call!

Yuan Ze threw out the ten-square stick in his hand, and the red and black qi were entangled together, wrapped in the ten-square stick, and the owner automatically killed the sword slave. He himself turned around and raised his hand and blasted towards Du Xuan with a punch.

Du Xuan's battle intent was revealed, and the vitality in his body changed abruptly from a state of silence, and the rich vitality was dazzling. The corners of Yuan Ze's mouth wrinkled, fist to fist, he did not fall behind with one enemy and two and even faintly suppressed the two.

Rumble!

Bursts of thunder sounded in the ring, and the power of the brilliant law bloomed one after another, and the qi engines of the three of them twisted together to form a muddy swamp.

Du Xuan played heartily, the moves in his hands became smoother and smoother, and many shackles were also relieved, and suddenly, he felt a punch in his heart, and the Eight Desolation God punched out, there is no true god in the world!

The Eight Desolations Fist is extremely sublimated at this moment! The Eight Desolations of the Four Seas, Only I Exist Eternal!