"Little junior brother, you're fine, right?"

When he opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a large mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, spraying on the face of the dignified woman in front of him.

But the woman didn't even wipe it, she still looked at him nervously, and put her head on his chest to listen to whether his heart was normal.

"Senior sister, don't worry, just spit out this mouthful of blood." A steady voice came, and he turned his head to look, but it was a tall and generous scholar, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand, and sent it to him.

"You kid is doing it again!" The scholar said reproachful words, but there was only helplessness and concern in his tone, "The inner luck method and the outer qi refining method, how can it be so easy to unify!" If you do this, you are wasting our time, in addition to harming our bodies in vain! ”

His heart was full of warmth, but his mouth was insincere: "What are you wasting your time?" ”

"Because we're going to heal you! Do you know that in order to find these herbs, I have run more than a dozen mountains in the past few days! The scholar sighed, "It's good to run, it's right to exercise your leg strength." But you know, my eyes are not very good. Among these herbs, there is a moss that grows close to the ground, and it is very hard to lie on the ground to find the moss! ”

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's really troublesome Senior Brother!" ”

"One person and two brothers, there is nothing troublesome. When the master was dying, he gave a thousand instructions, and I also patted my chest and promised. If I don't pull you out of personhood, how can I be worthy of the dead master! ”

Thinking of his master's teachings, and thinking of his brother and sister's care, he smiled bitterly.

Time flies, time is like an arrow, the days pass day by day, year by year, and the small sect with only three people gradually develops.

Senior brother and senior sister are both quite qualified figures, one cultivates the inner family exercises, and the other cultivates the outer family exercises, and the cultivation is getting higher and higher, the number of disciples is gradually increasing, and the influence of the sect is gradually increasing.

He is still pursuing the path of internal and external unification, but he still finds nothing, and he hurts himself every once in a while.

He became a joke, a martial arts joke. Obviously has excellent qualifications, but because of his own fantasies, he has achieved nothing.

But he didn't give up, and he still thought hard every day.

Finally, he went into the mountain to seek the way, and vowed that if he could not find his own way, he would never go out of the mountain!

He walked alone in the mountains, climbed to the top of the cliff with difficulty, looked at the reckless mountains, and looked at the villages and towns beyond the mountains, and his heart was full of confusion.

The road to internal and external reunification is certainly not wrong, but what can't be done?

He sat quietly on the top of the mountain, staggered among the mountains, thirsted for mountain springs, hungry for wild fruits, thorns cut his legs, and his whole body was almost falling apart from exhaustion.

Finally, exhausted, he sat under the tree and gasped, not wanting to move.

Moonset, sunrise, sunset, moonrise...... He lay like this for three days and three nights, and countless thoughts flowed in his heart in a daze, like a rushing river, turbulent and agitated, but he couldn't find an exit.

Finally, the river roared and broke through the long-standing obstacles.

"Both internal and external skills are part of my body, and I should be able to control them."

"Whatever they were supposed to be, since they were part of my body, they should be controlled by me!"

"Whatever I want them to be, they want to be!"

The two forces that were originally distinct were finally suddenly connected, and he jumped up with a big smile, like a ghost, as fast as a bird, and easily climbed the cliff that would have taken a lot of time and effort to climb, even the top of the mountain, which had been only looking at and sighing in the past.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he excitedly raised his head to the sky and roared, startling countless birds.

Then he looked back and saw smoke billowing from him.

When he rushed back, he saw that the city where the original sect was located had turned into a sea of fire.

He learned from his dying brother that he had told him what had happened—there was really nothing to say, it was just a matter of rebellion and rebellion. As for their sect and their city, it is just a sentence of "after the city is broken, the army will be plundered".

He put down his dead brother, got up, and drew his sword.

From that day on, rivers of blood flowed and corpses strewn everywhere.

The counterinsurgency army of the imperial court was wiped out, and the red-eyed martial arts saint went all the way north, crushing all those who wanted to stop him, crushing thousands of troops and horses, and crushing the entire country.

At the end, he carried the king's head and stood in the main hall of the palace, looking around blankly.

Surrounded by the ministers who fell to their knees trembling in a pool of blood, whether civil officials or military generals, whether princes or eunuchs, there was only horror on their faces at this moment. They pressed their noble heads against the blood, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

So, he came to his senses.

Because of his ability to control himself, he gained unimaginable power, and this power gave him enough power to control the life and death of others, and then he was able to control more.

"If you want more, you have to control more." He said to himself, "I have understood the truth of this world! ”

Then, countless years flew by.

From tyrants to immortals, all the way to the top. He uses force, he uses intelligence, he uses conspiracy, he uses conspiracy...... Use all means, defeat everything, control everything.

He conquered one country after another, conquered one world after another, constantly gained more powerful power, and constantly stepped into a higher and more wonderful realm.

At the end, he sat on a majestic throne hanging high in the sky, looking down on the heavens and all the worlds.

His power has reached its peak, his realm has also reached its peak, and no one can compare with him, looking up at the sky, there is only endless emptiness.

From this moment on, he was supreme.

But he was not satisfied, and his path to control was not yet at the end of the road. There are also some guys who are close to him in strength, trying to resist him by all means; There are also two incomparably large worlds that he has not completely conquered.

…… On top of that, there are two old guys, hiding in the void, hiding on top of him. Those two old guys can create an "infinite" world, but he can only create a "limited" world.

He will not allow it!

But he had come to the end of the road, and there was no way ahead. He could control more of the World Realm, and maybe defeat those three old opponents, but all of this was just a matter of quantity, and it couldn't bring him an improvement in his realm.

He wanted to go further.

So he meditated, he studied, he used the world as a toy, to explore, to test.

Eventually, he found a path.

To create an infinite world, all you need to do is devour an infinite world.

He killed a few guys with eternal life, used them as raw materials, and then began to build.

He constructed a world that could devour everything, devour, and then create.

As long as he uses this world realm to devour an entire infinite world realm, he will naturally be able to create the infinite world realm he wants, so he will be able to break through the limit and take the next step where there is no road. And then devour the other two worlds one by one, so as to truly control everything!

When the world he created was about to take shape, he sensed a crisis.

It was a counterattack from the worldly realm, and this counterattack wanted to destroy him, destroy his worldly realm.

He laughed, sneering disdainfully.

Something destined to be a stepping stone and also wants to rebel against him?

So he decided to crush this senseless rebellion and end his path to mastery with a glorious victory.

Thunder flashes and everything will be destroyed.

But in the midst of infinite destruction, he sneered, he disdained, he was unmoved.

"Destruction? It's just something I'm in control! ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Wu Xie in the solidified thunder and lightning.

"Do you understand now? This is the path to control. ”

"Aragami, Ruin Ancestor...... They also followed this path back then. If you want to reach the top of the mountain, this is the only way to go! ”

His voice echoed through the void, louder than thunder; His eyes were full of majesty, more dazzling than thunder.