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Chapter 444 The Eighth Generation Montenegro Demon!

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The sight is raised high, from the north of Longyuan City to Qingzhou, eight thousand miles to the north.

There is a Changbai Mountain, which is covered with snow all year round and rarely visited by people. It is like a giant dragon lying on the wasteland. The wind is high and the snow is high. In late autumn, the intensity is comparable to that of the deep winter in Qingzhou.

Among them, there are jagged rocks and complex and rugged terrain. Only wild animals lurk inside, and there are few people there.

Huhu~

The biting cold wind brought the unmelting snow on the mountain top. Dressed in white, Ma Longtu walked slowly on the snow. His speed was very fast, but he walked silently and left no trace on the snow.

"That boy?"

At a certain moment, his footsteps stopped. Looking from the barren mountain, he could vaguely see a mountain forest. Among them, a half-grown boy in tattered clothes was boxing to exercise his strength.

He remembered that this was the boy named Haqi. What surprised him was that, in just one year, this boy had succeeded in blood transfusion without anyone's guidance.

Not only that, it seems that there was more than one blood exchange.

"Maybe there will be some surprises?"

Ma Longtu smiled, but didn't pay too much attention to it. He never showed up, and disappeared into the mountains and forests with his figure like the wind.

As a great master who ranks at the top of the mountain and river rankings, his footsteps are extremely fast, and his body moves with the wind, which can be tens of feet in a sudden, and the rugged mountain road cannot stop him.

Before the sun could set, he had already climbed to the top of the 3,800-foot-tall snow peak.

Looking down from here, one can see a surging black river flowing through the mountains and into the depths of the wilderness. This is the river of life for the Heavenly Wolf Court.

Longjiang.

call!

Standing between white mountains and black waters, Ma Longtu raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Higher than the snowy peaks here, in a place that seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, there was a majestic palace.

And between the two mountains, in the surging sea of ​​clouds, there was an iron cable of unknown length undulating in the sea of ​​clouds.

An old man in a robe crosses his legs on the iron rope, letting the wind and clouds roll over him, fluttering like a fairy.

"Le Taoist!"

Seeing this person, even though it was Ma Longtu, fear flashed in his eyes.

The person in front of him was just like him, one of the masters who joined the Seven Kills Palace after being defeated in the challenge to the Black Mountain Old Demon.

The difference is that he is challenging the current Black Mountain old demon, while the old man in front of him is challenging the previous Montenegro old demon.

This is an old monster that has lived for three decades.

This person's martial arts skills were even more sophisticated than mine, and what was particularly frightening was that his lightness kung fu reached an unbelievable level.

As long as there is wind and clouds on the mountain top, he seems to be able to live on the iron rope forever.

"One yang opens the sky, and six yin ends! The power of the six qi is really infinite. It is difficult for a poor heart to master the infinite qi..."

As if aware of Ma Longtu's prying eyes, Li Daoren slowly opened his eyes and let out a breath of exhaustion and sadness:

"The difficulty of becoming a martial saint is even more difficult than ascending to heaven..."

"Brother Dao failed again?"

It was not surprising that Ma Longtu stepped onto the iron rope.

Martial arts has been passed down for three thousand years. Perhaps it is due to changes in heaven and earth, or perhaps martial arts has experienced an explosion in this era.

The number of masters who have emerged in the past four hundred years is greater than the total number of dynasties in the past two thousand years.

However, there are still very few people who can cross the gate of Martial Saint.

There are more people like him, Li Taoist, trapped in front of the door, unable to go any further until old age and death.

"The six-virtual traveling skill that I have learned is only moderate in the end. Even if I study Sanjiazi diligently, it will be difficult for me to become one of the ultimate masters.

Failure, of course.”

Li Daoren's fatigue disappeared in a flash, and he calmly asked:

"Have you met Zhang Xuanba? What is he like?"

After hearing the question, Ma Longtu paused slightly:

"King Zhao of Xifu is worthy of being the overlord at the top of the martial arts. His courage and will are as hard to look at as the scorching sun, and the mountains are as high as the sky..."

"Today, in terms of martial arts, he should be among the top three."

Li Daoren was slightly in a trance.

"otherwise."

Ma Longtu shook his head, his expression solemn and awe-inspiring:

"Personally, I think he is the best in the world based solely on martial arts."

"Number one in the world?"

Li Daoren smiled and said nothing, but glanced at the Seven Kills Palace in the sea of ​​clouds.

Amid the clouds and mist, the palace looked like a black hole. Looking at it made one feel chilly, even colder than the wind from the mountain thousands of feet high.

"I'm afraid there's no other pure martial arts. It didn't exist in the past, and I'm afraid there won't be one in the future."

Ma Longtu's expression was dazed, and his words were filled with deep awe.

"Eternal?"

Seeing him like this, Li Daoren couldn't help but feel a little more cautious. The last time he saw the King Zhao of Xifu was more than 20 years ago.

Could it be said that in just twenty years, he has made great progress?

Facing Li Daoren's doubts, Ma Longtu only replied:

"I can no longer feel the slightest trace of Taoist fruit or magical power in him..."

"Um?!"

Li Daoren's pupils shrank:

"He is actually willing to do so?"

In today's world, Tao and fruits are born one after another, and masters of magical powers are springing up in various countries. This is the beginning of changes in the world, and every family is trying their best to pursue it.

It was hard for him to imagine that someone would take the initiative to give up Tao Fruit.

That is the foundation of immortals and Buddhas, the door to immortality...

"I don't understand, and I don't agree with it either. But such great courage makes Mr. Ma really awe in his heart. It's a pity that, as a foreigner, I can't lead the horse for him..."

Ma Longtu sighed slightly.

After passing the iron rope, in front of the palace were stone houses, wooden houses, and bamboo houses built one after another. Most of the people living in them were losers like him.

Seeing Ma Long Tu, eyes flashed across many houses, but no one spoke, and the silence was as stone.

Walk a few steps further and you will find the Seven Kills Shrine.

As one of the most powerful forces in the Heavenly Wolf Court, the number of disciples in the Seven Kills Shrine is beyond anyone’s imagination.

There is only one person in the huge shrine, and most of the others joined him after failing the challenge.

Huhu~

Across the door, all the light from the sky seemed to have disappeared, leaving a darkness as deep as ink that could not be broken away.

With Ma Longtu's eyesight, he could only barely see the outline of the figure sitting cross-legged in the middle, as well as a pair of black eyes that seemed to have no color at all.

Like a god, like a demon, like a demon, but not like a human being.

"You came."

In the darkness, a voice came.

Um?

Ma Longtu was shocked. These words clearly did not seem to be spoken to him.

boom!

His thoughts were no longer as deep as those in the cave, and he suddenly felt that the reply in his arms became as hot as old iron, and the hot golden fire overflowed out.

In the middle of the hall, a human figure is outlined.

"Such a strong martial arts will!"

Ma Longtu's eyelids trembled, and he took a few steps back to the door of the hall. The golden light in front of him was like flowing fire, shining with dazzling light.

There are no obvious characteristics, but that stern, unruly, domineering and ferocious will can only be possessed by one person in this world.

"Old demon from Montenegro."

More than ten feet away, a violent wind seemed to rise in the hall, and darkness surged like an angry tide. Two powerful figures in the world looked at each other.

"You are stronger."

In the darkness, the old demon's voice had a little more warmth:

"Strip off the Taoist fruit to find a way forward, rather than waiting for the right time to seek immortality. Very good, Zhang Xuanba, you are the person I am looking for."

"Seven kills, breaking the army, greedy wolf...get out of the three, you are one step slower than me."

In the lingering golden light, a sonorous sound like the clash of gold and iron flowed out.

"You only have one Dao Fruit, but I have three. No matter how you look at it, it seems that I am one step ahead of you."

The old demon in the darkness looked at the will in front of him, his dark eyes filled with excitement:

"I heard that you were injured by that old witch. Could this reply be to postpone the decisive battle?"

The voice was silent for a moment and answered:

"Killing you is enough."

"Hahaha!"

The demonic sound echoed, creating a huge storm in the main hall and on the mountain top, and the sea of ​​clouds roared.

"You do not believe?"

In the golden light, the voice became fierce.

"In this world, the only people who can hope to be at the top of martial arts are you, me, Dali State Master Fan Ruyi, and Hong Sun Dharma King of Eternal Temple."

The laughter stopped and the old demon’s voice became deep:

"Among the four of us, you are the youngest and have traveled the farthest. Unfortunately, the world has changed dramatically, the Ming Dynasty is about to collapse, and your momentum is over.

It is no longer possible to kill me."

What he said was serious, not a verbal dispute, but more like reciting some truth.

"You talk a lot of nonsense as always, but I am not good at speaking. That's all. If you don't believe it, I will simply come out of seclusion now and kill you!"

"Haha~"

In the darkness, the old demon twitched his lips:

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

"In eight years, whether you succeed or not, you will die!"

The voice in the golden light became cold.

Then, the light dissipated until it was nothing:

"A rat hiding in the mountains is worthy enough to talk to this king about the general situation?!"

"I am the general trend!"

"This is……"

Ma Longtu's pupils shrank, and he suddenly exited the hall. He saw the golden light dissipate, and the extremely strong will crashed into the hall like a mountain.

Rumble!

On the top of the snow peak, there was a roar, like thunder coming out of the mountain, triggering continuous avalanches and terrifying waves, which frightened all the beasts.

After a while, the shaking subsided.

Ma Longtu glanced at the alarmed masters before returning to the palace. The previous collision was so terrifying that the palace built by Xuan Tie almost cracked.

Only the black mist lingered.

"Ba Fist? It's interesting, but it's a pity..."

In the black mist, the old demon stood up. He was extremely tall, more than two feet tall. His body was covered with black film, and his aura was like that of a demon.

However, Ma Longtu heard the subtle smile in his tone.

"Eight years is long enough."

The old demon smiled, and suddenly, his five fingers inserted between his chest and abdomen.

"Um?!"

Ma Longtu's face trembled, and he saw him take out a blood-stained stone tablet as big as the palm of his hand from his chest.

The letter contains seven words for "kill", which is shocking.

"Daoguo..."

There was desire in Ma Longtu's eyes, and he felt a strong attraction.

This Dao Fruit is incomparably suitable for him. It is the reason for his mountain climbing challenge and the reason for his defeat but not death.

"Although you are on the list of mountains and rivers, you are still far behind those long-standing great masters who possess the magical power of Taoism and have achieved great success."

A deep voice echoed in the hall:

"This is the 'Seven Kills' Dao Fruit, which is the core of my rank of 'Sha Po Lang'. You master this Dao Fruit, and then take back the two Dao Fruits of 'Greed Wolf' and 'Po Jun'."

"Then you are the next Black Mountain Old Demon!"


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