Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 1214: Half of the Martial Arts Classics

Su Zimo opened his eyes, and there was a vicissitudes in his eyes.

For more than 4,000 years, day after day, year after year, this is a great torment for anyone!

On this road, there is no one to accompany, lonely and dark, and no light can be seen.

I don't know where it ends.

In other words, the spirit has been unbearable for a long time and has collapsed.

However, Su Zimo's Taoism here is difficult to shake. Only after passing the test of Sanjie Realm can he persist until now!

Even so, his Tao was a little shaken.

For more than 4,000 years, the deduction of martial arts was still inconclusive.

Su Zimo already felt that he was infinitely close to the final mystery, but he was still one step behind.

The distance at this step may be the insurmountable nature!

Of course, there is another possibility.

It was the direction he chose to deduct, which was wrong at the beginning.

Deducing a avenue, starting from scratch, is like a point, which can spread infinitely around, there are endless possibilities!

If it is wrong at the beginning, it will always be wrong, getting farther and farther from the end.

The breeze was slowly flowing, and a few strands of gray hair brushed in front of her eyes.

Su Zimo froze his lips, his eyes darkened.

His birthday is running out.

There are at most 700 years left!

At this time, if he left the preaching land and returned to the heavenly continent, he would surely step into the state of law.

But in this way, all the insights and many inspirations that have formed in his mind over the years are likely to dissipate with it, and he can only start again.

By that time, it will take 4,000 years again?

How many vicissitudes of the Tianhuang continent should occur in the four thousand years?

He can't wait, neither can his old friends or relatives!

What's more, the hard work he faces will be even greater!

He has a hunch that if he leaves this time, he will never have the opportunity to promote martial arts!

Su Zimo glanced slightly, looking at more than thirty stone statues around him, and said softly: "Everyone, rest assured, I will stay here. Even if I fail, I will not be dissatisfied, and I will live up to the expectations of your elders!"

He's ready to marry Qinglian!

Su Zimo closed his eyes again and continued his deduction.

Time is still passing fast.

Su Zimo's birthday is less and less!

Six hundred years.

Five hundred years.

Four hundred years ...

His face was no longer shiny, wrinkled and very old.

Even if his physical body was Qinglian's true body, at this time, Qi and blood had begun to fade, his hair was gray, and his body was permeated with dusk.

Su Zimo still didn't get up.

Soon, his birthday was only 200 years old.

He has reached the age of 4,800!

suddenly!

Su Zimo was shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes. In the already cloudy eyes, he passed a dazzling dazzling look!

It's done!

Many mysterious verses echoed in his mind, gradually condensing a avenue, more and more clear!

At this moment, a mysterious power surrounds him.

Not spiritual power, not magic power, or magic power.

However, this power is still somewhat broken and not solidified.

Su Zimo didn't get up in a hurry, closed his eyes and continued the deduction!

Martial arts is just a beginning, and there are still many loopholes and flaws. He must continue to develop and make up for these loopholes.

The years go by.

Su Zimo's Shou Yuan is running low!

Time is running out!

Unconsciously, his birthday is only 100 years old!

In all fairness, a lifetime of less than a hundred years has already been regarded as exhausted.

In such a state, it takes so much effort to deduct martial arts as he is, it can be described as extremely dangerous, and it may fall at any time!

But Su Zimo still did not stop the pace of deduction!

Finally, with only fifty years left in his life, he opened his eyes again.

Su Zimo got up slowly, and finally a smile from his heart appeared on his old face.

By his side, that mysterious power had manifested, forming a huge number of golden characters, a total of eighty-one characters, surging with turbulent, unstoppable breath and will!

This is the breath of martial arts!

This is martial arts will!

Martial arts is brave and advancing, it is direct to the heart, it is goodwill and hatred!

Martial arts is unyielding, it is resistance, it is the grandeur of thousands of people!

The process of deriving martial arts is itself a manifestation of martial arts!

Su Zimo looked with emotion and looked at the many golden characters around him, and murmured: "Go, let the world see it!"

Eighty-one huge golden characters, as if they had spirituality, soared to the sky!

The place of preaching was originally self-contained and isolated from the outside world.

But at this time, this space could not stop the 81 golden characters, was broken and shattered, and the world shook!

Eighty-one golden characters descend on the sky of the continent!

At this moment, both mortal and cultivator.

Whether it's a fairy gate, a Buddhist gate or a magic gate.

Whether it is a demon tribe, or the nine fierce tribe.

Ten thousand living beings on the continent of heaven have noticed the eighty-one golden characters above their heads!

The world shook!

"what is this?"

"Are there any movements made by the Mahayana ancestors that are so thorough?"

"It seems to be coming out of the ministry!"

On the continent, there was boiling.

Many mortals do not know why, so they kneel down and pray, fearing that a calamity will come.

"I am a desolate martial art. For nearly 5,000 years, I finally got half of the" Wu Jing ", so that all the people in the world can practice and become immortals!

Just then, an old voice spread from the air.

In the cemetery of the statue, Su Zimo only whispered, but his voice was spread all over the wasteland under the blessing of 81 golden characters!

Bailianmen.

Figures burst through the cave and descended into the air.

The person headed by it is the great fire power of Bai Lianmen!

"this is……"

The extremely powerful look of shock and power, looking at the sky in disbelief, shivering, "Did he, Zimo already stand up?"

Ye Feng.

Many old monks, such as Lao Xianhe and Nian Qi, also appeared and looked up.

"My son has succeeded!"

Nianqi clenched her fists and looked pleased.

Da Zhou Palace.

Ji Yaoxue and Xiao Ning stood side by side, looking excited.

Pingyang Town.

Tao Yan stood in the courtyard, tilted her head, blinked her eyes, and thought, "So, is the son coming back?"

"Who is Arane?"

Many mortals in Pingyang asked curiously.

"I heard that Arima is the second son of our town!"

"Ah, it's him!"

"Su Ergong, is this how we can practice mortals?"

"Hurry, write it down!"

Many mortals stared at the eighty-one golden characters in the air.

At the same time, the super powers of the super super gates, fairy gates, Buddha gates, and magic gates have all come out of the gate, and even many semi-ancestors have appeared!

"Wan Wu stands up, Bu Wu Cang is born!"

"Is this worldly act done by a junior?"

Someone was shocked and some doubted.

Mystery Palace.

A chubby Taoist danced and shouted excitedly: "Old man, come out and see, Brother Su has succeeded!"

"Don't make a noise, I look at it."

In the void, a figure appeared and gradually solidified.

This old man wears a Confucian crown, holds a folding fan in his hand, looks dignified, looks at the large golden characters in the sky, and sings in a deep voice: "If this half of the" Wu Jing "is really like what Wu Wu said, this is Fuze Cang Sheng , The immortality of eternity! "

(End of this chapter)