A miracle appeared, as soon as Zhang He turned around, the black-robed people who surrounded him began to kill each other again, liberating Zhang He in an instant.

Although Zhang He had to mix in with the black-robed people and kill to the center of the city unhurriedly, what made him deeply fortunate was that the others were all walking corpses, all fighting on instinct, only he still retained all his consciousness and could make a calm judgment.

In this regard, Zhang He had no doubt that if he had died in battle and appeared in the Black Sea in the form of a corpse, he would also become one of these black-robed people.

Fearing unknown dangers, Zhang He has been deliberately suppressing his speed, and soon fell to the end, but he never tried to rush out of the city rashly, because he had no doubt at all that he would definitely not be able to break out of this shit Doom Imperial City before the so-called Emperor of Doom appeared.

With the frantic fighting, the number of black-robed people has been rapidly decreasing at a terrifying speed, and what makes Zhang He frightened is that just as he was still advancing unhurriedly, ten meters behind him, those corpses with missing arms and legs, and even broken heads, or directly unscrewed off their heads, disappeared in front of his eyes silently like air.

Not only that, but even the blood stains on the ground disappeared in an instant, as if there had never been a fight here.

The disappearance of corpses and bloodstains out of thin air made Zhang He feel creepy again, and also made his jealousy of this strange city a little worse, and then accelerated his speed and killed in the middle of the crowd.

It's not safe to be at the front, but it's also not safe to stay at the end, and there's no doubt that it's safer to get in the middle of the crowd.

The tragic battle is still continuing, no, it should be said that the cruel cannibalism, under Zhang He's creepy gaze, at least more than two-thirds of the black-robed people in the city have died tragically, but the black pressure crowd is still as high as at least three million, of course, because the divine sense cannot be separated from the body, he can't count the specific number.

Unconsciously, Zhang He, who was sandwiched in the center of the crowd, had also traveled hundreds of miles, and there were only more than two hundred miles left from the center of the city, and the number of black-robed people had decreased by at least nearly half.

Fighting, death, corpses disappeared out of thin air, making the huge city gradually become empty, after advancing forward for a distance of about 100 miles, the number of black-robed people finally plummeted to about 500,000 scale, for the large-scale terrifying Imperial City of Doom, only 500,000 people, it already seemed very empty, and the fight was finally not so shocking.

At least they have to walk hundreds of meters before the black-robed people can meet an opponent, but what surprised Zhang He was that when the number of people dropped sharply to this point, the remaining black-robed people suddenly became martial arts masters.

What the hell is going on?

Zhang He, who was full of suspicion, vigilantly guarded the surrounding Yiqiē, and at the same time quickly faced the black-robed man who could already make him feel a certain crisis.

The brutal battle continued, although the black-robed people had good martial arts, but the number was still decreasing, and what made Zhang He wonder was that from beginning to end, he didn't get any hints.

Nima, what's going on? Is it because my brother did not appear in the form of a corpse in the black sea and still maintained his own consciousness?

Zhang He, who was full of doubts, while vigilantly guarding the surroundings, hurried to the front unhurriedly, and after advancing forward for a hundred miles, the number of black-robed people was sharply reduced to about 10,000 people, but the martial arts of black-robed people have been raised to an extremely high height.

Martial arts against the sky.

The rapid growth of the black-robed man made Zhang He couldn't help but let out a silent sigh, and he couldn't help but think of the legend of the warrior in the primeval period.

In the primeval period, Xiuzhen and martial arts coexisted, and martial arts once had the upper hand, but for some reason, martial arts suddenly broke off the inheritance, and since then, Xiuzhen has been dominant.

The primeval world is so long ago that there are not too many records of the primeval world in the historical materials of the Xiuzhen realm.

Could it be that the loss of the primeval martial arts inheritance is also related to the demise of the Tribulation God Clan?

Looking at the black-robed people whose martial arts skills are becoming more and more proficient, and the traces of the Great Dao are becoming more and more obvious, Zhang He couldn't help but feel helpless, because although these black-robed people are still unconscious, they can already threaten his safety, fortunately, although Zhang He has not obtained the martial arts inheritance, he can also rely on the terrifying physical strength to suppress these black-robed men.

One force will drop ten.

But what made Zhang He helpless was that as time went by, when the number of black-robed men was only the last five thousand, the form began to reverse, and with more and more anti-heaven martial arts, these black-robed men who only relied on instinct to fight already had no less combat power.

Fortunately, the number of people was small enough, and the city was large enough, and under his deliberate avoidance, he rarely encountered these black-robed men.

The fierce battle continued, and the black-robed man's martial arts were becoming more and more proficient at an astonishing speed, and his combat power was also increasing rapidly at an astonishing speed, which made Zhang He very helpless, and he had to follow the rhythm of the black-robed man in careful observation and learn their martial arts.

Although Zhang He still did not get the martial arts inheritance, he was no stranger to the traces of the Great Dao, in order to break through to the Great Dao Divine Body Technique, he sensed the nine spatial laws, and fused these nine laws, and realized a complete spatial avenue, and then, he got the four avenues of desolation, devouring, destruction and annihilation.

I have to say that the ancient martial arts are really terrifying, just a simple imitation has made Zhang He quietly rise to a trace of enlightenment.

The key to martial arts is martial arts, and martial arts are only an extension of martial arts.

The heart has an understanding and turns it into use.

In the turn of his mind, Zhang He immediately practiced Xiao Chi's famous stunt - Twenty-Eight Suzhou Qinglong Fist without distraction.

The Tao is natural, wonderful, with a move, a style, no distractions of the practice, the twenty-eight Suzhou Qinglong Fist also exerted an unexpected amazing power, each punch blasted, can send out a high-pitched dragon groan, but also faintly see a roaring green dragon phantom in the sky.

Twenty-eight Suzhou Qinglong Fist, a total of twenty-eight styles, alluding to the movement trajectory of the twenty-eight constellations, with the practice of one move and one style, Zhang He seemed to feel that he had incarnated into an endless firmament, containing all kinds of changes in the twenty-eight constellations, but what he didn't notice was that unconsciously, his martial arts improvement speed actually far surpassed those black-robed people who had obtained the martial arts inheritance.

Incarnated into the sky, without distractions, as if incarnating the Tao with his body, Zhang He gradually entered a magical realm, and like those black-robed people, he acted on instinct.

Zhang He, who is completely dominated by instinct, no longer deliberately avoids the black-robed people, and has launched a fierce battle with one black-robed person after another, the twenty-eight Qinglong Fist vs mysterious martial arts, all by instinct The decisive battle fluctuates with clear traces of the avenue, and as the fierce battle continues, more and more clear enlightenment quietly surfaces in Zhang He's heart.

The traces of the avenue are becoming more and more obvious, and the majesty of the avenue is getting stronger and stronger.

The number of people is still decreasing, and unconsciously, the number of black-robed people has quietly decreased to the last five hundred, but the combat power of the black-robed people has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the three thousand people.

The fierce battle was still ongoing, and Zhang He, who was still acting entirely on instinct, had unknowingly reached the front of the team and quickly advanced into the center of the Imperial City of Doom.

And with Zhang He's continuous advancement, the Twenty-Eight Suzhou Qinglong Fist has become more and more proficient, and the traces of the avenue have become clearer and clearer.

Martial arts, the avenue of martial arts.

Although the path taken by Zhang He is completely different from the ancient martial arts, with the realization of martial arts, more enlightenment has quietly surfaced in his heart

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