Chapter 3762 Years are not bitter, but the past is bitter!
Chapter 3762: Life is not bitter, but the past life is bitter!
In the end, Su Tianshen kept his promise and left the Immortal Martial City with the martial creatures.
Many martial arts practitioners are unwilling.
This is the place where they have lived all their lives. Does it mean they can just leave if they leave?
However, Su Tianshen's power at this moment was so powerful that most martial arts cultivators did not dare to refute his decision.
Furthermore, Su Tianshen had the attitude of 'if you want to follow, if you don't want to, just stay and wait to die', which left them with no choice at all.
The reason that finally made them choose to leave was that Su Xuan stood at the top of the city like a ghost, looking at them like dead people.
After witnessing Su Xuan's madness during this period, and combined with his past, to be honest, even top experts like Manqiong were a little frightened when facing Su Xuan, let alone ordinary martial arts cultivators like them.
Moreover, Su Xuan’s divine martial arts has entered the source realm!
Every moment that passes, his strength will increase by one point.
Under such pressure, no matter how unwilling or determined the martial cultivators were, they still chose to follow Su Tianshen and leave.
The most important thing is that Su Tianshen has indeed raised the limit of martial arts. The situation of the martial arts clan will be very good in the future. There is no need for them to fight with Su Xuan at this time.
The Immortal Martial City... they gave in, and they believed that one day Su Tianshen would take it back again...
As a result, the creatures in the Immortal Martial City began to leave in great numbers.
They wanted to move everything away, but under Su Xuan's indifferent gaze, they did not dare to go too far, at least they did not dare to destroy the Immortal Wucheng, nor did they dare to do the unethical trick of moving the house away.
And at this moment.
Su Tianshen and the powerful men from many forces stood far away.
After that, he and Su Xuan never exchanged a word.
At this moment, he, Su Tianshen, had just broken through the limit of martial arts, while Su Xuan had just entered the Origin Realm, and his condition was unstable, so naturally he would not fight again.
As for the powerful men from many forces, they naturally don't care who owns the Immortal Martial City. They only care about whether Su Tianshen can bring them benefits in the future.
And Su Tianshen's current state is obviously much better than they imagined.
"Su Tianshen, do you want me to call many powerful men from our Chaos Cultivator to completely kill the God of Killing Domain Lord today to avoid future troubles?" Natural Disaster Sword Ye Ku suddenly asked.
Other strong men are also moving.
The strength that Su Xuan showed this time was really terrifying, making them worried in their hearts.
Ye Ku then added: "We can even contact the Taoist Immortal of Samsara. I believe he will also be interested."
Said.
He looked at the Hongchen Immortal Emperor who was still present: "Do you think this is true?"
Hongchen Immortal Emperor: "..."
I said you will definitely be beaten to death by me...
Su Tianshen nodded and shook his head: "If you want to kill him, I won't stop you. But this time, I won't do it again."
"Are you still thinking about your old relationship?" Ye Ku stared at Su Tianshen.
"There's no need to test me. He and I are destined to fight to the death, and it's not your turn to meddle in this matter. This is the first and last time." Su Tianshen said coldly, turned around and left.
He has no nostalgia for the Immortal Wucheng.
Even if he was born and raised here...
On the contrary, he felt as if he had broken free from a cage.
The person I am today is who I am.
From then on, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap.
…
Su Tianshen left, and Su Xuan returned.
One year later.
After all the martial souls left, Su Xuan took Wu Lingyun's hand and walked into the Immortal Martial City.
Nian Xie was behind him, and Wu Changsheng and the others followed.
As for the many divine monks, they thought about it and did not disturb Su Xuan at this time.
Obviously, nothing they said at this moment could comfort Su Xuan. On the contrary, their words of comfort were even more hurtful to Su Xuan.
He, Su Xuan, has gone through so much, but he still walks forward firmly and does not need any sympathy.
They chose to stay around the Immortal Martial City and leave time to Su Xuan.
Immortal Martial City has been deserted and seems so lonely.
The prosperity of the past is like passing clouds, and it seems like a dead city.
But the blue and white flowers are still floating, adding some vitality to this ancient city.
"Chu Yang, it's so big here." Wu Lingyun opened his eyes wide, looked left and right, exclaiming from time to time, with the expression of a curious baby.
"Uncle, don't you like it?" Su Xuan asked.
"I like it. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm going home. Chuyang, can we live here from now on?" Wu Lingyun said expectantly.
"Okay." Su Xuan smiled and nodded.
"But it's too deserted." Wu Lingyun frowned, looking like a little adult in deep thought.
"It will get lively slowly." Su Xuan replied softly.
The next few days.
Su Xuan and Wu Lingyun visited the Immortal Martial City.
final.
In the center of the Martial Lord Hall, Su Xuan came in alone and found a small martial spirit in the depths.
This belonged to his grandfather Su Wumu.
He looked like a little boy with white hair and a black cloak, carrying a black flag and a spurge on his shoulders. The words "I am a bandit" were comically written on the black flag.
Looking at this funny little boy Wuhun, Su Xuan smiled, but his eyes were red.
Back in Yinhuang, his grandfather appeared in his memories like this, leading him to awaken his memory. It was also at that moment that he knew that he was a martial arts giant.
Grandpa once said that his biggest dream when he was a child was to be a bandit.
Su Xuan didn't know whether it was true or not, but after hearing these words, his somewhat vague memory of his grandfather suddenly came to life.
He thought, it turns out that grandpa was once so childish and funny. But he also thought, it turns out that before becoming the master of Shenwu, grandpa also had his own dream.
No one is born with lofty ambitions and carries unshirkable responsibilities on their shoulders...
"Grandpa, the bandits are too cheap and don't fit your status, so we won't do it. When you wake up, we will be the Lord of Divine Martial Arts. No matter how bad you are, you will be the grandfather who kills the Lord of the Divine Domain. That is much more powerful than the bandits... In the end,
I hope you can always stay with me and never leave me again." Su Xuan gently picked up Su Wumu's martial spirit, smiling and crying like a child.
…
The night is as dark as ink.
The dim Immortal Wucheng suddenly became brighter.
Although Liao is deserted, thousands of lights are on at this moment.
The heroic and free laughter seemed to be heard all around.
Amidst the lights everywhere, it seemed like there were warrior gods drinking and talking happily.
It seemed that they had not returned to this homeland for a long time, and they celebrated their return on this ordinary and peaceful night.
Many spiritual cultivators outside looked at it and couldn't help but sigh.
"This is the return of the divine martial soul that has been wandering for so long."
"They have fought for a lifetime and protected Shenwu for a lifetime. Finally, their souls have returned to their homeland and are about to go to the Martial Arts Ancestral Palace."
"This is Su Xuan's greatest blessing to them as a descendant of Shenwu."
Their eyes became extremely complicated because they thought of the gods who had not yet found their destination.
Gradually.
There are bright lights rising into the sky in the Immortal Martial City, and the stars are dotted and bright.
In front of the Martial Lord Hall.
The Shenwu Hall is side by side with it.
Su Xuan stood in front of the Shenwu Hall with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the bright light heading towards the Martial Arts Ancestral Hall.
Nianxie and Wu Changsheng were making beacons, raising their heads from time to time, with pride and longing in their eyes.
That is the final destination of martial cultivators. If they die in battle in the future, they will feel honored to sleep there.
Wu Lingyun also clapped his hands excitedly. He didn't understand what the Martial Arts Ancestral Palace was, but as a child, he obviously liked this scene.
"Chuyang, Chuyang, so beautiful." Wu Lingyun shouted happily.
But what he didn't even notice was that the tears kept flowing down like a dam.
A long time ago, the iron-clad Wu Lingyun also imagined that one day he would be able to return to the Martial Arts Ancestral Palace, where he would gaze at the immortal Martial City and pray for Shenwu...
"Uncle, don't run around... Nianxie, look at these uncles..." Su Xuan stood there, shouting from time to time.
Today's Immortal Martial City is still a bit deserted, with only uncle's innocent laughter echoing. Su Xuan hopes that more children of the Martial Clan can be born happily here in the future, grow up and practice martial arts happily, and become a
A martial artist who stands upright and has no shame in his heart...
The Immortal Martial City at that time was what Su Xuan thought it should be like.
In the next few days, the lights stayed on, and the blue and white flowers seemed to become much brighter.
This is Su Xuan sending back countless divine martial souls that have been away from home for too long...
The end.
"Shenwu will be entrusted to you from now on..."
"What a good boy, you have the same demeanor as I did back then!"
"Kid, you did a great job!"
"We will pray for you in the Martial Arts Ancestral Hall for all your life!"
"You are our Shenwu's greatest pride..."
After dreaming back at midnight, Su Xuan seemed to hear a burst of hearty laughter.
For that moment, Su Xuan felt like thousands of martial gods were waving goodbye to him.
But he also felt that they were cheering for him, hoping that he could go on more firmly...
Su Xuan smiled and responded blankly, like a fool.
The last last.
He was smiling a little tired, and his eyes were a little tired.
This is a very rare state for Su Xuan.
"Dad, are you okay?" Nianxie walked over, a little worried.
Su Xuan shook his head, but his eyes could not hide the fatigue.
He said softly: "Nianxie, for the next period of time, you can help me look after my uncle and father..."
As if he was a little embarrassed to speak, and as if he felt a little guilty that he shouldn't say the next words, Su Xuan paused for a long time before speaking again.
"Dad is a little tired and wants to take a rest." He said, rubbing Nian Xie's head, whose eyes suddenly turned red.