But Murong Feng felt the aura of the skeletal man in front of him, and couldn't help but bow and salute: "Senior, although I don't know who you are, you would rather die than fall. Your heart and ambition should be inspiring.
Countless descendants like us, with your momentum, I should salute you. Endless years have passed. Why are you so persistent? Your immortal fighting spirit should rest in peace."
Suddenly, another scene appeared in front of Murong Feng's eyes. The entire battlefield was filled with supreme powerhouses, Taoists, demons, Buddhist monks, demons, and countless giant beasts and powerful monsters.
The alien races formed a powerful alliance legion, but there were only a few people on the opposite battlefield.
One of them is holding a big gun, with a heroic face, long hair like ink, eyes as vast as the sky, exuding endless fighting spirit, and a calm and calm look on his eyebrows.
There were several strong men who were all dressed in the same way, and Murong Feng felt the aura of the same clan and origin in them. It was a familiarity that came from the depths of blood and soul, as well as the familiarity of the skills. Dozens of the other party's
People also practice the God-breaking Art.
"Are these unparalleled strong men all from China?" Murong Feng had a trace of doubt in his heart and quietly observed everything in the picture.
The unparalleled strong man quickly rushed into the depths of the battlefield. Big guns flew, blood flew, and the winner died on the spot. The battle was fought until the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, the stars were shaking, and countless masters of the alliance fell.
In this wasteland, many people behind this unparalleled powerful man have died.
But this strong man still refused to retreat, his big gun shook, and his enemies fell one after another. In the end, this strong man was attacked by dozens of strong men in the alliance, and finally his body and spirit disappeared due to exhaustion of his skills. However, other
The person is still standing, but in the end countless strong men want to destroy his body, but his body is still immortal.
With the baptism of endless years, this strong man's body finally could not withstand the passage of time, and his flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only a pair of white bones in the world.
"Hey, endless years, six reincarnations, although my body dies, my mind is immortal, the sky and the universe are at my disposal, no one can stop me, the heaven is ruthless, all living things will be destroyed, immortality will be in vain, and there will be no true immortals in the world from now on."
The moment the picture disappeared, the sound echoed in Murong Feng's ears again and again.
What Murong Fenghao didn't realize was that his eyes were already glistening with tears, and he said: "Senior, who are you? Waiting for endless years, waiting for endless reincarnations, why is your remaining soul immortal? Senior, you are a member of the Huaxia tribe
Are you an ancient ancestor of China? My predecessors and descendants, Sun Murongfeng, have sensed your undying fighting spirit. Why?"
"Endless years, endless waiting. From now on, there will be no true immortals in the world. Immortals have fallen. Descendants of our clan, if you can come to me and not be destroyed by billions of bones, it will naturally prove that you are a member of our clan.
Descendants, I am dead, so be careful... Sanqing Wonderland... If you don't have strong strength, you must not... challenge the fairyland..."
"Holy shit, senior, what is the Sanqing Wonderland? Who are you? You can't be so irresponsible! Who brought me here? You are so irresponsible!" Murong Fengfeng said.
He spoke without restraint and cursed quickly.
At this moment, a fist-sized Yuan Dan suddenly appeared on the white bones in front of him. It turned into a white light and quickly penetrated into Murong Feng's mouth, directly entering his Dantian, with powerful force.
It spread out quickly, constantly strengthening his body.
And Murong Feng's body's God-Breaking Art started to work naturally, and the purple true energy came out through his body, wrapping him into a huge egg. The power of the white Yuan Dan caused the meridians of his body to pulsate to pieces, and
After repairing again and again, the God-breaking Art directly broke through the first level and entered the second level.
In the early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak of the second sprint, the speed rose like a rocket. After three days, the speed of Breaking God Art finally stabilized, and he was still one step away from stepping into the third heaven.
In the early stage, the strength has increased at least ten times, and now Murong Feng will not be defeated even if he can compete with the strong ones in the late Nascent Soul stage or even in the early stage of out-of-body experience.
The white Yuan Dan gradually shrank in size. It was originally the size of a fist, but now it is only the size of an orange, but it contains the true energy of the endless years after the death of the mysterious senior. Murong Feng felt that the strength of his body could at least withstand the blast of low-grade spiritual weapons.
The killing was extremely powerful, the real energy was at least ten times stronger, the bones of the body were actually black and shiny, and the soul was extremely thick.
This is a kind of accumulation, the accumulation of realms, plus the help of the mysterious senior, all the way up. If it were not for the strength of his body, he could only withstand so much real energy. According to Po Shen Jue, he does not need the power of the realm to go all the way up.
, rush to the top, but unfortunately after all, I have only practiced for less than four years, and the speed of speaking out is scary enough.
With one punch, he shattered the eggshell formed by the condensed purple essence. Murong Feng bowed respectfully to the senior Bai Gu who stood upright and said: "Senior, junior, thank you for everything you have done to me. I, Murong Feng,
I will definitely live up to the cultivation that my predecessors have given me, and I will definitely make the Chinese martial arts once again dominate the world, sweep across hundreds of millions of stars, and regain the majesty of my Chinese clan."
The white bones seemed to feel Murong Feng's oath, and turned into a pile of snow-white powder. Only a big spear stuck straight into the sky, standing tall and proud, seeming to tell the heroic deeds of this senior.
Murong Feng reached out to pull out the big gun, but the big gun seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms and could not be pulled out at all. Murong Feng could only give up and said softly: "The magic gun has spirit, and the fighting spirit of the seniors is immortal. I, Murong Feng, am not worthy at this time."
Using you, one day when I am strong enough, I will definitely come and take you away, and let you accompany me to restore the style of my predecessor."
The big gun seemed to tremble, but Murong Feng did not notice it. Murong Feng took out a jar, put all the bone powder of the mysterious senior on the ground into it and said: "Senior, I will not let you explode in the wilderness.
I will definitely take you to our hometown and bury you on my sacred land in China."
"Oh my god! This is the battlefield of hundreds of tribes countless years ago! Countless strong men have fallen. That is the Moon Breaking Spear. It is rumored that it was used by a mysterious strong man from the outer world. In the end, this strong man killed countless
If you are a strong man and die, if you get this big spear, you will definitely get the inheritance of this senior!" A demon cultivator behind the Xiaopeng King of the demon tribe showed a look of amazement.