The warrior king, a legend of a generation, is a monument among many monks.

This person showed extraordinary endowment when he was young, and he had an adventure, he once accidentally ate a fairy grass, and his divine thoughts were far stronger than ordinary people.

Moreover, after turning into a god, after years of hard work, with the peak cultivation of the god, he condensed a powerful primordial god, shocked the major sects, and carried the ten handprints of the martial arts immortal scroll, the combat power is monstrous, he can fight against the sky, and suppress many sect disciples, he is the most powerful person except for the ancestor of the martial arts.

This person is ruthless in nature, extremely murderous, and once killed a Xiuzhen family who offended him to the point of a river of blood, with mountains of bones, and even the baby in the swaddling clothes was never spared, all of them were killed, leaving no living mouth.

At this moment, as soon as the martial king came out, everyone gasped and retreated, over the years, his prestige was too great, and it was even said that he would have a dispute with a Mahayana cultivator, tearing it apart alive, devouring the heart and liver, and it was extremely bloody.

Wu Shou is only five hundred years old, his qi and blood are blazing, as if there is a giant dragon hidden in his body, and the cultivation at the peak of the body is even stronger, and he walks forward, as if a towering mountain suppresses it, making people's breathing stagnant and trembling.

"Junior, the Feiyun Holy Maiden is the number one strange woman in the world, how can you be deceived by such means, while the old man is not angry, apologize to many heroes in the world, otherwise the old man will not spare you. ”

Many monks grinned, when they met this powerful big man, they really couldn't reason, if they were impatient, they were afraid that they would suffer, even Yang Chong and the others felt that their scalps were numb and they didn't dare to look at them directly.

Niu Er frowned, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "The predecessors have never entered the picture scroll, and what evidence is there to prove that they are lying, but with Wu Long's words, he categorically affirms that Niu Mou's mistake is too one-sided." ”

Hiss!

Everyone gasped. I didn't expect this little monk to be so brave that he dared to confront the Martial King, who was an evil star, murderous, and devouring people's hearts.

"The courage of the junior is commendable, just a picture scroll, the old man is not in his eyes, since you are obsessed, the old man will fulfill you and convince you. ”

Wu Shou snorted coldly. The qi and blood around his body suddenly exploded, like a fierce beast opening its fangs, stepping out, the earth shook the mountains, the coercion shook in all directions, the invisible coercion surged, and the oppressed people withdrew a foot away.

"Genjin out-"

As soon as he broke off, Wu Shou's eyes widened, and a bright light appeared on his forehead. Among them, a fist-sized figure stood, surrounded by endless holy light, majestic and solemn, eyes open and closed. Like clusters of divine lightning shining into the void, it paused on Niu Er's body slightly, and then fell on the picture scroll.

The three-inch primordial god is like a high mountain, and the depressed people are breathless. I saw him step over a distance of several feet, come to the side of the stone wall, and press his hand against the scroll. An ancient magic seal was formed, and the covering mist was shattered in an instant.

The picture is clearly revealed, it is an ancient battlefield, thousands of miles of barrenness, only a mountain range across the world, ten thousand ancient towering towers, a vague shadow in it stands, like a lonely person with his back to all beings, and like a peerless sharp sword, wanting to break through the nine heavens and tear the eternal blue sky.

That ordinary picture scroll, simple and simple, but it was like a bottomless abyss swallowing all the light, there was an indescribable weirdness, a few people took advantage of the fog to disperse, and their divine thoughts swarmed in, but they were shattered by a sharp sword, screaming and taking a few steps back, and blood spurted from their mouths.

Wu Shou Yuan Shen snorted coldly, and jumped into the picture scroll in stride, like the arrival of the Martial God, but it was only six breaths, the golden light burst out, and Wu Shou's Yuan Shen fled out in a hurry, his whole body was fragmented, covered with fine gaps, and the divine light was dim, as if he could be blown away with a light blow.

"Hehe, is this the famous warrior king, that's it. Someone secretly sneered.

Wu Long's eyes were round and angry, and he looked back, but it was difficult to lock on to the person who spoke, this person must have been on guard, hiding his own breath, so that he could not detect it, and he couldn't help but turn around with hatred and protect Wu Shou.

"Uncle—"

After a while, Wu Shou Yuanshen returned to his place, his facial features were hideous, and the pain was unbearable, and it took a long time to open his eyes, and the chaotic brilliance in his turbid pupils suddenly appeared, extremely dignified, and he waved his hand gently.

"What a powerful picture scroll, this painting is not accessible to immortals, and the old man is almost seriously injured. ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, the dignified martial artist Wang generation Tianjiao, overwhelming thousands of cultivators, and even competing with Mahayana monks, but was seriously injured by a small picture scroll, which is really incredible.

"It is Feiyun's fault that the Martial King was injured, and I still hope that my predecessor Haihan will be injured. The Feiyun Holy Maiden owes a debt, a little guilty.

"It's okay, the old man's Yuan Shen Dacheng, with the martial arts immortal scroll divine method, but he barely insisted on six breaths, only to see an ancient place, the sky full of sword light shooting, among which a bright sword qi is like a scorching sun in the sky, scorching people's eyes, but I don't know where the figure you said is junior?"

As soon as the words turned, the Martial King's tone became cold, the corners of his eyes shot a cold luster, and he glanced at Niu Er coldly, like two sharp blades piercing his divine soul, crushing his divine thoughts, wanting to shatter his Dao heart.

"Figure, naturally, in the sword, the predecessors themselves can't see it, but who can blame it. ”

Niu Er snorted coldly, others may not know the secret of the Yuan Shen, he does know very well, the Yuan Shen is an invisible thing, and ordinary sword qi cannot hurt it at all, Wu Shou's appearance of being hit hard is just used to bluff people, but it does not damage much.

What's more, this old man obviously had bad intentions when he came over, if he wanted to stand up for Wulong and suppress it with strong cultivation, Niu Er had never been afraid, a Dao heart was extremely strong, and he could be killed like an immortal, and he would never give in.

"It's so daring, you don't repent when you die, and you dare to be arrogant and rude, the old man will teach you a lesson from your parents. ”

Wu Shou burst into tears, his body suddenly shook, opened his five fingers, pressed down in the air, and when the true qi surged, a huge handprint was born, like mountains and rivers falling, crushing over, and everyone was shocked and retreated.

"Seniors, please calm your anger. ”

The white-clothed figure flickered, and the Feiyun Holy Maiden suddenly floated over, standing in front of Niu Er, looking at Wu Shou, and said in a deep voice: "Seniors, please calm your anger, Feiyun thinks that what Brother Niu said is not right, but there is one person in the picture scroll, but he is shallow in his lower cultivation and has not been able to comprehend." ”

"You ......"

Wu Shou was furious, his old face trembled, his anger was red, and he was furious, and the words of the Feiyun Holy Maiden clearly pointed out his mistakes, making him lose face in front of many monks and juniors.

After a moment of silence, Niu Erli ignored Wu Shou, glanced at the black broken sword, and said to the Feiyun Holy Maiden: "The person in the painting is an ancient true immortal, a swordsmanship wizard, presumably the broken sword in the holy woman's hand is also related to this." ”

"Brother Niu expected it to be good. ”

Feiyun Holy Maiden gently stroked the black sword with her bare hands, her eyes were tender like water, and said: "This sword has been with me since I was a child, and it is the most inseparable part of my life. ”

"To this day, Feiyun has been able to learn and succeed, and most of the fate is due to this broken sword, but no matter how he urges, there is no reaction, even the immortal elders in the door are helpless, so they can only be used as accessories, often with them, hoping that one day, someone can solve the doubts. ”

"Brother Niu, can you help me solve my doubts?"

A whisper, like a pleading, hazy eyes with a little expectation, so that Niu Er was very entangled, he may know some insiders, but he feels unusually weird, this development in the dark, has long been beyond his imagination.

Is it an unpredictable fate, or is it deliberately arranged?

The thought of these made his scalp tingle, and it was difficult to control himself, and he always felt that there was a pair of eyes looking down on all beings above the nine heavens and controlling his every move.

"Holy Maiden, do you believe in reincarnation?" asked Niu Er hesitantly for a long time.

"Reincarnation ......"

The Feiyun Holy Maiden was slightly stunned, and looked at Niu Er in surprise, her eyes were blurred, as if she was in deep thought, her eyebrows were frowned, and her moving face became more and more delicate and lovable.

"Hehe, what kind of reincarnation, it's just nonsense. ”

The martial artist Wang snorted coldly, was hung aside by the two of them, and his heart almost exploded, at this time, he grabbed the handle, and immediately spoke righteously, and his surging true qi erupted like a torrent, rolling down.

"How can there be any reincarnation in the world, do you still want to make up a Hades to come out and control our life and death? ”

A fierce coercion permeated, as if standing in the middle of the battlefield, everyone was panicked, and Wu Shou was murderous, like a bloodthirsty beast, roaring the world.

"Hehe, what a martial arts king, it's just an old and dizzy, only a barbarian who knows how to do it, he has no knowledge at all, and he is too illiterate. ”

A voice came from the dark, everyone's faces changed greatly, and sure enough, Wu Shou roared angrily, and his momentum skyrocketed, and the coercion surged, like a mountain and a sea, irresistible, and many monks vomited blood and retreated.

"Whoever dares to speak falsely and insult the prestige of my martial arts family should be punished with death. ”

"I can only bully my juniors, what kind of hero is it, just a stupid pig, it seems that the martial arts are exhausted, and they should decline. ”

The voice came slowly, if there was nothing, it was difficult for all the monks to find the source, a strange atmosphere faintly dispersed, Wu Long's face was red, his eyes were like lightning, but he couldn't see half a figure.

Wu Shou was furious, his eyes were blood-red, and two puffs of white smoke erupted from his nostrils, and someone actually provoked the majesty of the martial artist in public, which was an insult and seriously damaged the reputation of the martial artist, but that person was also cunning, and he had no breath, so he couldn't find it everywhere. (To be continued......)