Wu Zu. The path of martial arts, this is the most difficult way in the world to comprehend, and it is also the most difficult way to attain enlightenment.

Monks, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and use this to contact nature, supplemented by nature, and used it as a help. Therefore, it is easier to practice.

But martial arts are different. This is pure use of the flesh, breaking through one's own limits, not relying on any external objects, but only relying on one's own strength, step by step to ascend to the sky, and finally the flesh sanctification.

Sanctification is only humane, and on it, there is a realm of Tao knowledge, which is unknown, unknown to predecessors, and undetectable to future generations.

Because this is an extremely difficult road, there are very few people who can go to the last few steps, let alone the last step of this exploration?

No one knows if there is a final step in the martial arts. Wuchang Tianzun of the Vast Dao Alliance did not dare to guarantee whether he had taken the last step.

Martial arts is too difficult and too difficult, and you must be the one of the perseverance among those who have the courage to have the slightest possibility of success. Even if the former blazes a trail, the latter is not necessarily suitable.

There are many people who have obtained the path of their predecessors and blindly practice according to this, and finally get stuck in the end step that their predecessors have stepped on.

It's just that this is not his own pioneering path, and he can't understand why he has to take that step under his feet, and why he uses it as a cornerstone, he doesn't find out the lines at all, just follows the cat and the tiger. How can you become that tiger, and how can you surpass the tiger on the mountain and become a real dragon?

Explore the path of predecessors, unless you have the peerless power of martial arts, you can see the bones of other people's human bodies, tailor martial arts for them, and even eventually be able to reach the ultimate in martial arts.

Martial Ancestor, Martial Ancestor. Dare to call yourself a martial ancestor, call yourself the ancestor of martial arts, either arrogant, or really go to the extreme of martial arts.

Otherwise, what qualifications do you have to be called Martial Ancestor?

It's just that there is really the ultimate in martial arts in this world?

Lingbao Daozun didn't know about it, and he had never heard of it. Someone has embarked on this extreme path of martial arts.

"It's Wu Zu. He is strong, recognized by all the strong. Because all those who were not satisfied were suppressed by Wu Zu. The young man said this, and in his clear pupils, there was starlight.

This is his pursuit and yearning, and it is the desire of his life.

"Can I ask its name?" asked Lingbao Daozun.

Anyone who is extremely powerful and will never be nameless, let alone a person who fights the strongest in the world and no one dares to disobey.

"You don't even know the name of Martial Ancestor?" The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at the old man suspiciously, and then thought of something. Shaking his head and smiling: "I forgot, you are a mortal, how can you know the name of the Martial Ancestor?"

The young man walked to the door of the dilapidated house, faced the wind blowing, and looked at the sky high and vast.

What he saw was a white cloud covering the day. Another gust of wind cleared the sky. And the rays of the rising sun became brighter.

Refreshing. The young man felt that he was standing above the sky in a trance, looking down at the vast earth, everything in his eyes, as if he was not in his eyes.

"The name of Wu Zu, the surname is Wu Ming Daoping!" the young man said word by word, with deep respect.

"Wu Daoping... What a domineering name. Lingbao Daozun nodded, just by this name, it is indeed domineering and mighty. But whether the person is as his name suggests, and whether he is really the strong man who overwhelms the Quartet. But it needs to be verified.

After all, it was just from the mouth of a teenager. But Lingbao Daozun knew that this person would not be weak, compared to himself, this strong man named Wu Daoping would only be strong and not weak.

After all, this is above heaven. If you can call yourself a strong man, it must be a monk who has fought against the enemy in the unknown. Moreover, this city is very mysterious, and it has the power to dissipate this ominous power.

The power of Guangyang has never been seen before by Lingbao Dao Venerable. It is even stronger than the few realm-destroying powers that the Spirit Treasure Dao Venerable knew in Cangyun Heaven.

Perhaps, there is an extremely powerful Supreme Statue here, which can be ignored.

So, will this supreme be the ancestor of martial arts, martial arts peace?

Lingbao Daozun didn't know, if his senior brother hadn't been frozen in ice, he would have stood here with him and heard what this young man said. Then you will be surprised.

Because, since the Netherworld first encountered a city inhabited by life, the founder was named Wu Daoping. Then he abandoned the life monument and went to the sky alone.

It's just a life monument, not the deity. It brought Chu Cheng a strong crisis and suffocation.

Before he fell unconscious, the name also appeared in the scenes he saw.

Some people teach martial arts to the extreme, and after that, everyone is from the way of the people, and the martial arts are peaceful. Since then, everyone in the world has known Wu Daoping.

"Then this strong man of Martial Dao Ping can be in this city now?" Lingbao Dao Venerable took a deep breath, eager to know where this person was.

If this ancestor of martial arts is a strong person who spreads the power of the retreating ominous power, then he must have the ability to unlock the curse on the senior brother. And he, all he needs to do is find his senior brother and bring him to the strong man.

On the body of Lingbao Daozun, there is also a treasure. As long as it appears, there is no one in the world who will not be moved.

He believed that as long as he could take out this thing as a condition, then the master of the martial arts would definitely make a move.

The boy suddenly lowered his head from the top of his head, and his eyes, which had been full of starlight, dimmed.

"Wu Zu is not in Mochen, nor is he above this sky, but he has gone to a legendary road, and together with the group of strong people who went with him back then, he is gone. ”

"Everyone thinks that Wu Zu is dead, but I believe that Wu Zu must still be alive!"

Lingbao Daozun glanced at the young man and said, "The Road of Legends, where is it? And why, everyone thinks that Martial Ancestor is dead, so why do you know that Martial Ancestor is still alive." Is it because of your admiration for him that you think that he will not fall if he is powerful?"

No one in this world can truly call it a fall. No matter how powerful it is. Otherwise, how could the thirty-six ancient gods die one by one? Now, only his master has reappeared in the world.

"I know what I know, and I don't need a reason. Young Lang shook his hand and did not answer Lingbao Daozun's first question. Instead, he walked straight out of the shabby house.

"You're awake too, remember to put away the bedding that is drying outside the house. Master only has this one piece of bedding, and it has been ruined by your blood, and it has not been washed for a long time, so it can only be settled. The young man took a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned his head and spoke.

"Where are you going?" asked Lingbao Dao Venerable. The people here are unfamiliar with the place, and they have all the cultivation to lose, so they always have to figure out what places are near here, where to go and where not to go.

"Where am I going? Otherwise, who will raise me?" the young man did not look back, and walked towards the path ahead step by step.

"I'll raise you. Lingbao Daozun spoke without any hesitation.

If he were before, I am afraid that he would never have dreamed that he would say such words.

But after getting along with my senior brother for many years, although there are not many words, every sentence is heartwarming, and over time, it will be imperceptible.

Take the famous sentence of the senior brother, that is, to be warmed by others, you will also warm others.

The young man stopped, shook his head and smiled, turned around and said, "Come on, old man, you still wait for me here obediently, and when I get paid, I will bring you delicious food." ”

The young man quickened his pace, and soon disappeared from the sight of Lingbao Dao Venerable.

"If the old man recovers his cultivation, what will he do to support you?" Lingbao Daozun sighed, but although he said so, he didn't know when he would be able to resume his cultivation.

When he came to the house, he saw the futon hanging from the three bamboo shelves. The bedding was in tatters, like the clothes on the young man's body, and except for a few spots of pale red, the rest was very clean.

Lingbao Daozun then remembered that the young man's clothes, although tattered, were just as clean, just like that handsome face.

He walked over to the bamboo frame, picked up the bedding, and walked back to the room, where it was placed on the wooden bed at the head of the bed, which was not wet with blood.

"Martial Ancestor Martial Ancestor... What is the path of legend? And since this Martial Ancestor is no longer above this heaven. So, who does the power of Guangyang that the old man saw that day belong to? and how can he see that strong man?"

Lingbao Daozun turned around, faced the gate, and looked at the white clouds in the sky, but it felt like a dark cloud and black oppression.

It's as if this black cloud will never dissipate. He could never dispel the black clouds with a single palm.

It seemed to be getting dark.

Lingbao Daozun walked towards the outside of the house again, following the path where the young man had disappeared.

He was too badly injured and faltered.

On both sides of the path, there are scattered fallen leaves, fluttering in the sky with the gathering of the wind.

The view is good, but it doesn't fit in with the dilapidated wooden house. It's just that Boundless Daozun has no intention of watching.

There are footprints on the trail. Lingbao Daozun followed this footprint and walked more than fifty miles. It wasn't until the sun went down that I climbed over a hill and saw hundreds of people lined up.

These hundreds of people have dark faces and bamboo baskets on their backs. On these bamboo baskets are piled up with black stones.

Lingbao Daozun just glanced at it, and saw the young man from among these hundreds of people.

Except for the boys, they are all adult males. Compared to these people, this young man is still a lot shorter, so he can see it at a glance.

Lingbao Daozun saw that the young man took the bamboo basket on his back and handed it to a middle-aged man, and then the middle-aged man gave the young man two very turbid spars.

"Spirit Stone?" Lingbao Daozun saw this scene, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

He knew that this young man was a cultivator. But the two spirit stones in his hand are really too inferior, I'm afraid they are not as good as the lower grade spirit stones.

This kind of spirit stone contains too many impurities. Where is it suitable for the monks to practice as an aid.

The monk absorbs this as his own spiritual power, and he is afraid that he will go mad.

As soon as the young man turned around, he saw the old man on the mountain, and his face suddenly changed.

"You don't want to die?"