Chapter 131 The last protector, the devil-subduing god is possessed

Author: Little Zoroark

Chapter 131 The last protector, the devil-subduing god is possessed

On the road of martial arts incarnation.

Zhao Wuji walked forward slowly.

While looking at the figures of martial arts seniors on both sides, he moved forward, his inner understanding of martial arts slowly rising.

There is even a sense of analogy.

But Zhao Wuji always felt that there was something strange on this avenue of martial arts incarnation, as if there was some great terror ahead.

until……

He saw a black figure.

The other party's body was as black as ink, like an abyss.

The profound power emanates from its body, fluctuates and spreads, and evolves into indescribable magnificence.

But food is limited to non-humanoid creatures, and milk is limited to animal milk.

Zhao Wuji felt a familiar feeling coming over him.

Although the taste and effect are good, they are not addictive.

Roaring Sky Dog stared at the boiling liquid in the bronze cauldron with great energy.

The scene behind comes into view.

However, for the sake of safety, it is not advisable to let the other party know your real name when the other party's attitude is unclear and you don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend.

The purple armor on his body was in tatters, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Within the nameless mountain range, there are hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers stationed in a camp.

They really don't understand why Xiao Shitou is so obsessed with animal milk.

Yue Jing understood instantly.

"But why do you still have such a strong aura of swordsmanship in you? Could it be that you still need the blessing of swordsmanship?"

The atmosphere between the three people and the dog gradually became more delicate.

The man in black broke the silence and said: "Who are you and why don't you answer my question?"

At first it was just because of a young boy.

Xiao Shitou really loves animal milk and has a wide range of recipes.

They all wished they were deaf and blind and had never seen anything.

This is the ultimate expression of strength in this process.

It was the situation he suspected...

Hear what the other person is saying.

at the same moment.

No matter which one it is, the exposed body of my genius sword cultivator may be in danger today.

Little Shitou raised his eyes and looked at Master Yuanji: "What is a four-horned sheep? Master, do you know where to find its traces? I will catch it."

The illusory figure of the ancient elf spirit Old Ghost suddenly appeared with a young man with a glowing forehead.

For a moment, Zhao Wuji fell into deep thought and forgot to reply to the senior man in black in front of him.

There was billowing black mist all over his body, as if he was possessed by a demon.

The heavenly soldiers guarding the area were trembling with fear.

Zhao Wuji said quickly: "Senior, please forgive me. Junior Dong Zhuo is a cultivator in the lower world. I was lucky enough to have an epiphany and meet my senior here. When I saw my senior, he had a domineering aura coming towards me. I couldn't help but admire him, so I was a little bit embarrassed. I still look up to my senior."

Forgive me."

He was afraid that Master Yuanji would be slapped to death by a small stone.

Today, I am Dong Zhuo.

Although the ice bow and black arrows it refines are said to be able to kill immortals even if a mortal can pull them apart.

They got it!

Zhao Wuji's heart sank.

"Who are you, the latecomer?"

And judging from the aura, the martial artist seems to be a bit stronger than the Hidden Spirit Sword Immortal.

Xiao Shitou, who loved to drink animal milk, took out some clay pots from time to time and poured the bright red liquid into the cauldron.

This tastes really good!

At this time, Master Yuanji stared at the boiling beast's milk in the cauldron and said with a smile: "It tastes good, it tastes good. Fellow Taoist Shi is really a person who knows how to taste. It's a pity that there are no descendants of the mythical beast Four-horned Sheep in this immortal mountain. Otherwise, if we could get it,

Add some milk and it will definitely taste great..."

The black figure slowly spoke.

Who could have imagined that things would evolve to this point?

Drooling.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji asked again: "However, this junior has seen that martial arts is so magnificent and does not seem to be weaker than the immortal way. Why is it now reduced to a mortal body-building technique?"

"This is not something you can have access to now. You are not qualified to know it now, so I can't say anything."

How to say this?

Does it mean that the path forward for martial arts practitioners in the human world has been cut off and there is no room for progress, or...

I can be more if necessary.

"The road to martial arts has been cut off, why are you here?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

What a terrible thing!

It's really hard to imagine what will happen next!

"It's so scary. The aura emanating from the god can kill me."

Master Yuanji, Yue Jing, Roaring Sky Dog and Xiao Shitou, who loves to drink animal milk, sit together.

As the saying goes, flattery can never be worn, but Zao Wou-ki does not hesitate to hold people up high.

Of course, the fact that he feels this way does not rule out the possibility that Senior Yinling has not shown his true power, and what he sees and feels is just the tip of the iceberg of his senior.

Even if the opponent is the genius of the human race!

"Help, my body is about to burst. Does God want to kill us too?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly dilated.

Yue Jing and Roaring Sky Dog looked into the cauldron curiously.

He thought for a while and asked: "This junior has already reached the ultimate stage of Mahayana, and he will be able to step into the fairyland in the near future. Don't he have the right to have a glimpse of the road behind his senior? What does the senior mean when he says that the road to martial arts is cut off?

?”

This is a strange fragrance created by adding the boiling milk of Mahayana monsters and the true blood of monsters with ancient bloodline in the Immortal Mountain. It is very precious. Whether it is an ordinary person or a monk, just one sniff can prolong life.

There is also such a person above martial arts.

As for the other creatures inside and outside the mountain range, they naturally could not escape and were even more miserable.

"Help me, help me, help...save me."

The man in black looked at him deeply, and then his tone became cold and ruthless: "Well, I am only here to guard the remaining glory of martial arts. Since you want to see it, I will let you see it. I hope you won't regret it...

"

But he didn't say anything.

well.

"The origin of martial arts is ancient, even before the ancient times. It was extremely prosperous in the ancient and ancient times. Even compared with the four paths of immortals, Buddhas, demons and demons, it is not necessarily too weak. There are indeed some reasons for its current decline...

"

If it's the former, that's fine, but if it's the latter...

Immortals are immortals, they are truly invincible.

Xiao Shitou nodded, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

hiss!!!

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but take a breath of air.
To be continued...