It is rumored in the ancient martial arts world that no one has seen her true face, because everyone who has seen her true face is already dead.

But this time, there is an invincible warrior quietly waiting for her appearance, this time not someone else dies, but she dies. The innate martial artist who is targeted by an invincible martial artist can be said to be as fragile as an ant in front of the invincible martial artist.

There is no innate martial artist in the world who is confident that he can escape in front of the powerhouse of the True Martial Realm.

It was a very good noon, the scorching sun hung in the middle of the day, the sky was scorching, the earth was scorching, the sea was scorching, and the sea was filled with a sultry smell. At this time, it seems that even seabirds are reluctant to fly, perched in the rocky crevices of the desert island, and hide from the sun.

The interior of the desert island has been hollowed out, and inside is a modern building with three floors, the upper middle and lower levels, and a room on the lowest floor, which is divided into two parts by a piece of glass on the east side of the room. The eastern part of the platform was half a meter high, taking up only a quarter of the room.

The floor to the west is noticeably shorter, but it takes up three-quarters of the room. The piece of glass in the middle is not ordinary glass, but tempered glass that even powerful sniper bullets can't penetrate.

At this time, there were many people standing in this room, and three old men stood on the east side of the glass barrier. There is a silver table in the middle of the west side, and a canvas bag is placed on the table. Around the table stood five or six people dressed in clothes similar to chemical suits.

These people are tightly wrapped up in the whole body, cut off from contact with the outside world, and really look like those anti-chemical soldiers on TV who deal with chemical pollution, nuclear radiation, and so on.

The people around the table were nervous, they wanted to open the rucksack that the elder had brought back from the door, but they didn't know what was inside.

The east side of the room is sealed by tempered glass, which means that no air can penetrate through the space on the west side. At this time, an old man with a ruddy face and a white head and a shawl picked up the microphone on the table in front of him and said two words from his mouth - start!

Then I saw a man in the opposite room, carefully opening the canvas bag on the table, and there seemed to be only a few clothes in the bag. Suddenly, as the man flipped through the clothes, a cylindrical piece of silver metal was revealed.

The man's movements stopped suddenly, although he was wearing a thick chemical protective suit and a sealed hood attached to the chemical protective suit on his head, but through the transparent mask, a drop of sweat the size of a soybean could be seen flowing down his face, into his eyes, blurring his eyes.

No one in this sealed room was not nervous, and the three old men outside the glass clenched their fists nervously, their eyes staring at the metal thing exposed in the canvas bag through the tempered glass in front of them without blinking.

"What is this?" said the cyborg men in the room, no one knew what it was. But this bag is Tang Qiu, what will Tang Qiu put in the bag?

"I don't know, it seems to be sealed, I don't see a gap that can be opened!" replied one of the men.

At this time, the man who opened the canvas bag reached out and grabbed the object, and gently pulled it out of several pieces of clothing.

This metal thing is all presented in front of everyone's eyes, and it is a metal rod-like thing that is only about 20 centimeters long.

The silver metal rod, which was only five or six centimeters in diameter, shimmered brightly under the light from time to time. There is a thin slit in the middle of this metal rod, can this metal rod be separated from the middle?

After taking out the metal rod, the crowd carefully examined the canvas bag again, and there was nothing in the bag except for a few pieces of clothing. The garments appear to have been used to wrap around the metal rod to prevent it from violently vibrating.

The man who had pulled the rod out of the pile of clothes took it to his front and looked at it carefully, and the others gathered around to look at the rod in his hand.

"Boss, do you think there's anything we're looking for in this thing?" asked an old man with a white face like a ghost on the other side of the glass barrier to the ruddy-faced old man standing at the front.

The old man also seemed to be a little excited, because if they got that kind of thing, their Demon Gate would be waiting to control a big killing weapon, a kind of poisonous thing that could be poisoned even by innate martial artists.

"I don't know, I don't know if it's something we want until I open it, it's worth it, and it's something that Tang Qiu carries with him. The old man said.

At this moment, the man holding the metal rod suddenly grabbed the ends of the metal rod and twisted it hard.

"Stop!" the old man couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the man's actions inside, and hurriedly shouted to stop, but it seemed to be too late.

I could only hear a soft "click!" sound, as if it had twisted the bracket inside the metal rod. The sound of the metal rod was slight, but everyone was almost so frightened that they jumped off the ground, and everyone's heart rose to their throats.

The person who twisted the metal rod also seemed to be stupid by his own action, and he was covered in a cold sweat, and his underwear was soaked with cold sweat in an instant.

Just as everyone was petrified and stood motionless, "Di!", "Di!", "Di!", "Di!", and the metal rod held in the hand in the silent room made three more strange noises.

"Not good!" the three old men's faces changed suddenly, and at this moment, a ball of fireball exploded in the sealed room opposite, and with a loud bang, the metal rod exploded. The man holding the metal rod was blasted out in an instant, and the energy was torn to pieces, and several people around him were not spared, and their bones were shattered, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The flames were mixed with fragments, and the pieces of flesh and blood swept out in all directions, and the lights of the entire room were violently turned on and off, although there was a tempered glass barrier in front, but the three sticks all subconsciously fell to the ground.

There was a dense crash, and the tempered glass blocked the shatters that swept out of the flames, and a colorful light smoke filled the glass.

The whole sealed room was in shambles, and the charred corpses were everywhere, as if they had turned into hell. The table in the middle of the room was gone, and the ground was sunk into a large hole. There were no cracks in the walls around the room. Because this room is not an ordinary room.

The explosion was so violent that the lighting in the room was not destroyed, and the lighting flickered violently for a while before returning to normal.

The floors, walls, and ceilings were all made of metal, but they were a little dented by the impact of something that shot out. It was not ruined by it.

"This ......," the three elders slowly stood up from the ground, saw the messy look inside through the bloodstained tempered glass, and were silent for a long time.

A faint rainbow haze filled the room opposite, and of course the three big sticks knew what those things were, which were the so-called incurable poisons developed by the Tang Sect - the Colorful Smoke Cloud Miasma!

"Damn, Tang Qiu, if you die, you will give me a hand, you are ruthless!" the old man who met with Tang Qiu gritted his teeth and said fiercely, his face was extremely pale.

He never imagined that Tang Qiu would have such a hand with a colorful smoke cloud miasma, which he carried with him, but if someone who didn't know the details rashly opened the metal rod that hid the poisonous thing, he would be poisoned by the colorful smoke cloud miasma inside.

The concussion caused by the explosion still made the people outside sense the screeching sound of the alarm outside, and the people in the demon gate hurriedly ran to the bottom floor, but there was no panic.

"Huh?" Nangong Chu, who was hidden in the deep sea seven or eight miles away from the desert island, keenly caught the slight to extreme fluctuations that spread out from the desert island, "What happened on the island?"

However, when Nangong Chu's divine sense swept over the desert island, he did not have the breath of an innate martial artist, so he put his mind on cultivation again.

After a few days, the True Martial Purple Qi in his body finally gave birth to a slight change, and a trace of water vitality was successfully born in the True Martial Purple Qi. The five elements of heaven and earth represent the most primitive five avenues between heaven and earth, and he has successfully touched the way of water.

Entering the road with water, Nangong Chu has the feeling that he can control the water in the world, and he seems to be integrated with the sea water outside his body, feeling the pulse of the vast sea.

The sea is sometimes choppy, sometimes calm as a mirror. When the time is impossible, everything can be destroyed, and when it is quiet, it is like a virgin, and the wind is light. This is the sea, this is the power of water.

Water is soft, yet it can penetrate the hardest things, such as dripping water through stones. Weak energy is better than strong and soft, and this is the way of water.

However, with Nangong Chu's current perception of heaven and earth, he was able to have an epiphany in the sea and the way of water in the five elements, but it was already an outlier.

Although he only touched the way of water and did not really understand the mystery of the way of water, he also benefited a lot. At the very least, he was no longer confused, and the fog that blocked his cultivation path had dissipated.

Life is not extinguished, cultivation is not stopped, Nangong Chu has found his way forward again. Perhaps this path is the path to the supreme martial arts.

Comprehend the origin of heaven and earth...... What kind of realm is it? The realm of true martial arts is already able to fly in the sky, and if it is like a land immortal, if it goes any further, wouldn't it be ......

Time passed very quickly in the cultivation, and in the blink of an eye, a few more days passed, and there was still no aura of innate martial artists on the desert island.

Nangong Chu did not leave because of this, he was still in cultivation, waiting for Xi Wuyan to appear, he had a hunch that it was time for his grievances with the Ouyang family and the Demon Gate to be completely broken.