Now that the Holy Martial Continent has recovered, martial artists with spiritual roots have embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

However, they didn't have the right exercises, and they were just getting started at the moment.

Its strength is generally at the base level, and some of them are even in the gas refining period.

Only a very small number of Nine Heavenly Old Monsters who had been dormant for many years had reached the Jindan realm. As for those at the Dao Fetal level, unless they are created by chance, they are almost non-existent.

But Rao is like this, and it also makes people extremely excited and excited.

Because they can sense that their strength at the moment is simply different from before.

However, on this day, the statues of the gods that had long been renovated on the Shengwu Continent shone one one after another, and there were miracles of manifestation.

A piece of Da Dao Lun sound came into people's ears, and after comprehending, everyone had a lot of information in their minds.

As a result, I also have a clearer understanding of the path of cultivation.

"Manifestation, look, the deity has appeared again......"

At the foot of a tall statue of a god, someone exclaimed.

Then people saw that two terrifying beams of light burst out from the huge eyes of the Divine Venerable, rushing in a certain direction.

Someone used his magic power to find that a certain mountain in the extreme distance was glowing, and the beam of light was very intense.

Immediately, people realized something and chased in that direction.

When I came to that mountain, several huge handwritings emitted golden light, and the pen was vigorous and powerful, and it was majestic.

"At the bottom of the Canglong Abyss, on the shore of the Milky Way Lake!"

There are only eight big characters in such a short time, but it is enough to trigger a series of associations among people.

Canglong Yuan, this is a relatively dangerous place in the Shengwu Continent, bottomless, it is said that the gods and demons have been killed.

Soon, the news spread, and at least thousands of monks rushed there, and then after going through hardships and dangers, some of them came to the bottom of the Canglong Courtyard, and in the process, many people encountered danger and died.

Sure enough, people saw that a Milky Way was like a waterfall, rushing violently, and the surface of the Milky Way was glowing with a faint golden light.

Subsequently, some people sparked speculation, could it be that there is a creation at the bottom of the galaxy?

Thinking of this, many people rushed in.

The Milky Way continued to rush, but soon the surface of the river was covered with a layer of blood.

Clearly, there was a fierce fight going on at the bottom of the river.

After most of the past day:

There was a loud 'boom' and the surface of the river exploded.

A man in black was imposing, his hair was flying, and he appeared carrying a huge golden monument.

The stele is inscribed with many dense words and graphics. It looks like an ancient book of heavenly merit.

As the black-clothed young man rushed out like a dragon, layers of broken bones floated up on the surface of the galaxy, densely packed, and there were probably hundreds of people.

A battle for thousands of people came to an end half a day later.

Shengwu Mountain Gu Family Hall:

"It seems that this person has some qualifications, and he actually dominates the competition among thousands of people. ”

Song Lingyu looked at the picture in front of him with a hint of appreciation.

"Husband, is it just that you really want to pass on the gong in this way?"

Ziyan said.

After all, the human race is already very weak now, and if the infighting continues, I am afraid that the situation will be even worse.

Xue Thirteen looked calm, and said slowly: "Chaos~ The world should spread the chaos~ The world's law, although the strength of the human race is weak, and it has suffered several disasters one after another, but the number is still considerable. If I pass on certain exercises to everyone, or if I start a huge sect, it will indeed create a peaceful situation and there will be no casualties. But in comfort, how can a strong man come out?"

The meaning of Snow Thirteen is very simple, at the moment, time is tight, rather than giving the world a few years of peace, it is better to fight for a glimmer of hope.

What the Terrans need now is not numbers, but strong people, strong people who can really stand alone.

Where there are people, there must be strife, even if the human race is now eyed by many powerful clans, but there is also indispensable strife within it.

Xue 13 is very happy to see this situation, only in a cruel environment, driven by interests, can a tense atmosphere be created, and some hidden powerhouses can step on the mountain of corpses and blood and go to the top.

Otherwise, tell them now, maybe in a few years, what kind of danger the Terrans will face. Then the crowd will not be nervous, but hopeless.

"Little junior brother, despite this, there is still not enough time. According to your calculations, it is estimated that in three years, the Holy Martial Continent will reach the end, and no one knows what will happen at that time. ”

"Yes, so I need to give them a more brutal environment, three years as if they were three hundred years, and not even time to eat and sleep. Let people check the origin of that little guy, he got "The Secret of Tyranny and Nothingness", the opportunity is not small, I want to see how far he can go in the past three years. ”

Soon, Ziyan asked people to go down to investigate.

Song Lingyu frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Three years to be three hundred years? But even if it's three hundred years, how far can they go? They are not you, not to mention, even if you were back then, you have only stepped on the level of martial arts mythology in three years. ”

Snow Thirteen groaned, indeed.

Although the world is different today, even if three years are used as three hundred years, how far can those people go?

Sanctification?

Or become an immortal?

"Since three hundred years is not enough, then I will lend them a few thousand more years. ”

Xue Thirteen whispered, he already had a plan in his heart.

On the same day, Shengwu Mountain issued an edict from the Divine Venerable, and three days later, everyone went to the Black Dragon Empire, where the Divine Venerable would teach the Ten King-level Exercises.

The incident caused a huge stir.

Most people sensed that they still had room to advance by leaps and bounds, but because there was no suitable immortal cultivation method, the realm was stagnant.

After hearing this news, the monks from all sides of the Shengwu Continent traveled day and night to the capital of the Black Dragon Empire.

In the blink of an eye, two days have come.

In the main hall of Snow Thirteen, he sat cross-legged, with a large black bell suspended above his head, and the chaotic aura on it was cloudy, and the patterns on the surface became deeper and brighter.

It can be found that its origin is growing rapidly, and it is extremely terrifying.

It wasn't until half a day later that Xue Thirteen opened his eyes suddenly, and the Chaos Bell also trembled, and a breath that overwhelmed eternity erupted.

Fortunately, it was contained by Xue Thirteen in time, otherwise the entire Shengwu Mountain would probably be cracked.

"The Chaos Mountain Seal has finally been refined, I don't know how far you will transform after fusing other Tianzun artifacts. ”

Xue Thirteen muttered, he clearly sensed that the Chaos Bell was much more powerful and indestructible than before.

After receiving the Chaos Bell, Snow Thirteen's figure disappeared into the main hall in an instant.

He came to a mysterious world in the Shengwu Continent.

The lakes and mountains here are full of aura, and every inch of soil exudes light.

Since he wants to lend his people a few thousand more years, all he needs is time.

If the emperor was here, everything would be much easier.

Although Xue Thirteen himself is also proficient in the mysteries of time, after all, he has a specialization in the art industry, and his mysteries of time are more used in the way of killing.

After questioning Ziyun Tianzun and the others, Xue Thirteen made an astonishing decision, and he came here.

"Daoist Lei Zun, can you show up and see you?"

Snow Thirteen looked at the void and said Lang Lang.

(The Bloodlight Plague, injured and fell, delayed today's update.) I'll try my best to offer four chapters, but I really can't do 3,000 words per chapter in terms of word count, after all, it's getting late, please forgive me brothers and sisters!)

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