Chapter 203
The forest was filled with mist, and there were occasional wolf howls.
Wu Qiankun, the master of Wu Jihui, walked in the forest, carrying a gray-haired old man on his shoulder.
The old man on his shoulder had a panicked look in his eyes. He was also a famous master in the martial arts world. At his peak, he had reached the first level of soul refining, but at this time, his limbs were abnormally twisted, and he was obviously broken roughly, and his body was stained with blood.
"Wu Qiankun, you and I are not ordinary martial artists. Whatever you want from me, we can talk about it. Why do you have to do it so hard?" The old man smiled.
"Talk?" Wu Qiankun's face was calm, and he just said lightly:
"Only children would bend down to talk to ants and play house tricks."
"....." The old man choked for a moment, and anger surged on his face, but he could do nothing.
Even though he was once a first-level master, he had no dignity of a master in front of Wu Qiankun, and he was carried by him like a sack.
"In this world today, there is no room for the weak to survive." Wu Qiankun said calmly: "Don't blame me, you can only blame yourself for being weak. Not only has your blood and qi declined, but your state of mind has also weakened. From the first rank, you have lost the fighting spirit of a warrior, and you have no awareness of fighting against strangers. It is useless to continue living." These words made the old man change color, vaguely realizing something, and hurriedly said: "I think I can still work hard. After all, my foundation is still there. It is not impossible to enter the first rank again, right?" "Too late." Wu Qiankun replied casually. He stopped. At this time, he stopped in front of a cave in this barren mountain. The cave was very dark, and no sunlight could be cast in, just like the deepest night. With the cave entrance as the boundary, one step forward is the deep night, and one step back is the sunrise, with a clear boundary between yin and yang and dusk and dawn. If you look closely, you can notice that the rocks and soil of the entire cave seem to be trembling slightly, like living things.
Wu Qiankun did not enter the cave, but stood at the entrance and threw the old man on his shoulder into the depths of the cave.
"What are you going to do-----" The old man shouted subconsciously, but he lost his voice halfway through his words, and his whole body was submerged in the darkness of the cave.
There was silence all around.
There was not even the sound of the old man's body falling to the ground.
The slight tremor of the cave ground also stopped, and everything was silent.
After a long time, in the deep night inside the cave, two blood-red small suns suddenly lit up.
"What's the matter?" A low male voice sounded in the cave, and the echo spread far away.
"Foster father, the 'Hundred Miles Desert' of the Dao Sect was forced to leave. The remnants of the 100,000-strong army of the former alien war, and 300 old soldiers walked out of the desert and appeared in the present Jiuzhou..." Wu Qiankun bowed his head respectfully and talked about this major event that has been popular in Jiuzhou recently.
But as he talked, he was also filled with fear like a tide.
Wu Qiankun ranked third among the 72 sages of the Wu Ji Association. He was called the "Little Martial Saint" and was recognized as the person closest to the Martial Saint.
After the Martial Saint faked his death, he took on the great responsibility and took charge of the Wu Ji Association.
Among the 72 sages, there was no strong man whose martial arts cultivation could be compared with the Martial Saint, even the Little Martial Saint Wu Qiankun.
In the past, he lived with the Martial Saint day and night, and felt that the Martial Saint's aura was like a mountain, difficult to climb, and could only be seen from afar.
But now that he saw the Martial Saint again, he only felt that the Martial Saint was as vast and bottomless as the abyss, and had reached a level that he could not fathom.
"Congratulations, godfather, for making further progress in martial arts." Wu Qiankun said respectfully.
The Martial Saint did not speak, as he was immersed in the story of the lonely city in the desert that Wu Qiankun had just told him.
"Forty years ago, I left the desert alone, unable to save my comrades in the army. Now, it is the Qiao family and Jian Zexian who have completed my unfinished business..."
The Martial Saint's voice echoed in the mountains and spread far away.
"Just rescued, what can we do? The world outside is not peaceful."
"People in the desert can still hold on for forty years. But now that they are out of the desert, the Xianmen has lost face. What awaits them must be a reckoning. The Da Dao Sect will never let it go."
Wu Qiankun thought about it and asked tentatively: "Father, do you want to come out of retreat and meet those three hundred white-haired soldiers?"
"You can even ask such a stupid question?" Wu Shengren just sneered:
"How can I face my former comrades again... Besides, the time is not right now."
Wu Shengren faked his death at the beginning, of course, it was forced by the situation, but it was also his own choice.
At that time, he felt that it was not yet time for a decisive battle with the Xianmen, and he did not have the confidence to rush to the Xianmen Taoist temple.
The "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Secret Technique" is a secret method for him to make a living, and this secret method is also in a bottleneck period. At that time, it still needs time to continue to deduce...
"With the Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Secret Technique as the root and many ancient martial arts techniques as firewood, the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill" born from it has been deduced to 90%, and only the finishing touch is left..."
"It seems that I did not do anything wrong when I pretended to die at the beginning." The Martial Saint said to himself.
When he was still alive, the martial arts world was dead silent.
After his death, the Martial Arts Alliance, the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", the Sword Exiled Immortal who turned his body into a sword, and of course the Qiao family members who continued to come.
Whether this variable is good or bad, it is what the Martial Saint is happy to see.
In his opinion, any change is stronger than a pool of stagnant water.
"The Martial Arts Alliance is a bit weird." Wu Qiankun frowned and said:
"At first, this force only existed in the imperial capital of Zhongzhou. The threshold for joining the Martial Arts League was extremely high. One had to be a third-grade soul refiner to join. It was said to be an opportunity to enter the Dao through martial arts..."
"The best among them was the 'King of Qin'."
At first, Wu Qiankun did not alarm the enemy, but quietly watched this nascent martial arts organization.
After the death of the Martial Saint, the Wu Ji Association hid in the dark and kept a low profile, not competing.
This was the order of the Martial Saint.
Besides, Wu Qiankun was not quite sure whether this Martial Arts League was a newborn martial arts seedling after the storm.
"The Martial Arts Alliance has developed very fast, so fast that it is simply unreasonable." Wu Qiankun frowned and said: "A few months ago, it was still an organization confined to the imperial capital of Zhongzhou. Now, a few months later, there is already a 'King Qin' who has a fiefdom. It is said that his tentacles have extended to other regions of Jiuzhou. There are even eight other Martial Kings in the Martial Arts Alliance." King Qin and the other eight kings are collectively called the Nine Kings. They each control a state and call themselves Martial Kings in the Martial Arts Alliance. However, the other eight kings are still hiding in the dark and have not come to the stage to be crowned as kings like King Qin. "Do you think the so-called martial arts is strange? Haha, if there are really nine martial arts kings who have opened up a new super-grade martial arts, it will give the martial arts of Jiuzhou another way to enter the martial arts, which is naturally a blessing for martial arts." The martial arts in the world are divided into nine grades, which is actually the division of the Great Yan court. The first-grade martial arts is actually the limit that the Great Yan court can control. Even if they are at the first level of the Spirit Refining Realm, they will eventually be drowned by the sea of people and exhausted to death by the Great Yan Imperial Court.
The so-called super-quality represents the strong men that the Great Yan Imperial Court cannot control. They are much stronger than the first level of the Spirit Refining Realm, and are not afraid of siege. Facing the imperial army, as long as they do not fight to the death, the imperial army cannot hold them back.
Even so, if the super-quality warriors want to attack the palace or the military camp, they will die.
In other words, the warriors who are not afraid of the siege of the imperial army and are much stronger than the first level of the Spirit Refining Realm are out of the control of the imperial court and are called the so-called "super-quality".
Forty years ago, there were only ten such super-quality warriors.
The Martial Saint is happy to see other super-quality warriors born in the land of Jiuzhou, even if they are some strange organizations like the Martial Arts Alliance. As long as they really explore a new super-quality road of "entering the Dao through martial arts", it is a good thing.
"A new super-grade martial arts?" Wu Qiankun shook his head secretly: "It's not so easy to open up a brand new martial arts. This is more difficult than the super-grade." The first grade is the end of the martial arts. The ten super-grade warriors of the previous generation do not represent ten super-grade martial arts. If the martial arts is a road in the mountains and forests, the end of the road is the first grade, and the first grade is the overgrown weeds and thorns. The super-grade warrior is the one who steps into the weeds and explores on his own where there is no way to go. Opening up a super-grade martial arts means that this warrior not only has to step into the depths of the mountains and forests, but also has to hold a hatchet and cut through the thorns and open up a forked path that future generations can also take. Jian Zexian is a lonely traveler who stepped into the depths of the mountains and forests alone when there was no way to go in the martial arts. And the martial arts saint explored a brand new martial arts covered with blood and thorns. "If they are fake, then destroy them." The martial arts saint said casually. He didn't care too much about the Martial Arts Alliance. He cared more about his own progress in martial arts.
The progress of "Taotie Swallowing Heaven" has reached 90%, and it is just one step away.
"The day when the divine skill is completed is the day when the name of the Martial Saint will be re-emerged in the world." The Martial Saint left this sentence and was silent.
The cave trembled gently again, darkness emerged like a tide, and night fell again.
It's already 90% complete... Wu Qiankun walked out, and there was a sigh in his heart.
The Martial Saint is a very cautious person. In his eyes, he is the best in the world of martial arts. He is the most important person and cannot be easily put in danger.
So when he appeared again in the name of the Martial Saint, it was the moment when the Martial Saint felt that he could stand at the same height as the nine major immortal gates.
"What kind of skill is "Taotie Swallowing Heaven" that makes my foster father feel that he is enough to fight against the nine major immortal gates with martial arts?"
Wu Qiankun stepped into the forest and his figure disappeared in the mist.
"Is the battle between immortals and mortals not far away?"
"The truth behind the alien war was revealed, and the immortal sect lost face. There is no movement for the time being. This is not in line with the habits of the immortal sect... The newly born Wudao League has quietly become an organization spanning the nine states, and nine kings have emerged."
"And the Qiao family... More and more Qiao family elders have appeared, and it is rumored that their source is from the overseas Xiake Island..."
Wu Qiankun frowned and thought.
After the martial saint pretended to be dead and hibernated, he did wait for chaos in the world.
Now he is the ruler of the Wuji Association, and the martial saint retreated behind the scenes and did not care about things, so he had to make some preparations for the martial saint's re-emergence.
The sect of the immortal sect.
An uninvited guest came to the cave of Elder Qingzhuo, which forced him to open the cave formation that had been closed for a long time to let the visitor in.
"Master, why are you here?" Elder Qingzhuo pretended to be surprised.
During this period of time, he has been in seclusion to heal his wounds. However, it is not easy to recover from a damaged foundation, so he cannot say that his wounds have fully recovered.
Now that the headmaster has come in person, Elder Qingzhuo is even more nervous.
But the more nervous he is, the more he has to act calmly, otherwise if the headmaster finds out that he was injured by a mortal, it will be a big deal.
At worst, he has become a laughing stock; at worst, his status as an elder is in jeopardy.
There was no obvious expression on the headmaster's face. He just glanced at the stone sword in Elder Qingzhuo's hand and frowned slightly:
"Is this the only result of your victory in the Baili Desert? A stone sword transformed from a mortal?"
Elder Qingzhuo's face froze slightly, but for the sake of face, he naturally explained it well.
In his opinion, the other mortals are not important, and tied together they are not as important as the sword banishing the immortal alone.
It was just that Elder Qingzhuo was injured after all, so after he returned to the sect, he did not immediately seek out the powerful master in the sect and try to recreate a physical body for the Sword Banished Immortal. Instead, out of caution, he returned to the cave to heal his injuries as soon as possible.
Today's Sword Banished Immortal does not have a new body to attach to, and his soul still resides in the stone sword.
"An immortal genius? It is indeed worthy of attention. It is much more important than thousands of mortal souls." The headmaster of Dao Dao Sect also agreed with Elder Qingzhuo's point of view.
"There are two types of geniuses who practice very quickly. One is those who are extremely talented... There are some people in this world who learn things faster, which makes no sense."
"The second type is the reincarnation of powerful monks, great demons, etc... Now it seems that the sword to banish the immortal is so easy to fall into your hands, I guess it is the first type."
"It's a pity that I lost my body now." The headmaster also started to cherish his talents.
He didn't think Elder Qingzhuo did anything wrong.
What he doesn't agree with is... Elder Qingzhuo messed up this matter. Even if he got the sword and banished the immortal, he exposed the secrets behind the alien war. In this way, the reputation of Dao Dao Sect will be damaged, which is not good for the incense. ingest.
"After all, this matter will damage the reputation of the sect. You are the one who caused it, so it's up to you to deal with it." The headmaster said calmly.
"That's natural. Why does the headmaster need to come to remind me about such a trivial matter?" Elder Qingzhuo agreed without blinking an eye.
The more injured you are, the less you can hesitate or expose your weakness.
The headmaster quickly turned into a rainbow and left, leaving only Elder Qingzhuo looking at the stone sword in his hand, thoughtfully.
If given the choice, he would also like to retreat to continue healing.
But when the headmaster came to the door in person, if he continued to hold it and hid in the cave without going out to deal with things, then he really had something wrong with him.