Eternal Sacred King Chapter 1216: The fruit of martial arts
The road to martial arts is long, and Su Zimo is just the beginning.
However, the passing of this half of the "Wu Jing" is equivalent to fulfilling his original vision!
People in the world, as long as they have the heart, can practice the "Wu Jing". After the alchemy, they can choose according to their own minds, to cultivate immortals, cultivate Buddhas or cultivate demons.
All beings can practice!
This is equivalent to giving sentient beings a chance to change their destiny.
In the face of cultivators, monsters, and many catastrophes, even the most ordinary mortals have a certain degree of self-preservation and will no longer be mermaid.
"Brother, did you see it."
In the stone statue cemetery, Su Zimo murmured softly, with complex expressions on his old face, with emotions, regrets, and thoughts...
"Sigh."
Su Zimo sighed deeply and said: "It's time to leave."
He has fifty years of life left.
This kind of positive life is trivial to a Taoist who has a longevity of five thousand years. The fire of life in his body can be extinguished at any time!
In this state, Su Zimo didn't have the slightest confidence to step into the realm of law.
Normally, it is extremely difficult to break through this big state.
Only when the cultivator's energy and blood are strong and his entire life is at its peak, will it be possible to break through successfully.
Don't say that there are only fifty years of life left. For the Taoist of Returning to the Void, once they have passed four thousand years, they have already entered their old age!
After four thousand years of age, if you want to break into the Dharma Realm, there is no one in tens of thousands!
And Su Zimo is 4,950 years old, and he just breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now.
The eighty-one golden figures in the sky turned into golden lights and returned to the stone cemetery, condensing in front of Su Zimo.
In a blink of an eye, these eighty-one golden villains all merged together to form a palm-sized golden ball, overflowing with color and dazzling!
"What is this?"
Su Zimo was slightly startled.
There is a sense of intimacy between him and the golden ball.
"Is this a Tao fruit?"
A flash of light flashed in Su Zimo's mind, recalling some records seen in the ancient books at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley.
According to the legend, some Taoist monks will condense the essence of their life's cultivation into Tao fruit before sitting and transforming, and preserve it in the form of relics for those who are predestined.
This is a very high level!
Not to mention Su Zimo, even Mahayana ancestors can't do this!
What is even more bizarre is that in this golden fruit, there is also a kind of life fluctuation faintly permeated, which is not exactly the same as the legendary Tao fruit!
Actually, Su Zimo guessed well.
This golden fruit is the fruit of martial arts!
Normal Tao fruit, condensing the essence of the practitioner's cultivation base, contains many secrets of inheritance and insights.
There can be no life fluctuations in such a Tao fruit.
The situation of Su Zimo is different.
This Tao fruit is not the essence of his cultivation, but the essence of martial arts!
More than that, this Taoist fruit has also received the blessing of great aspirations, which contains the will of martial arts, and is integrated into the belief of all living beings!
Under the convergence of all kinds of forces, a martial arts fruit with vitality and fluctuations is derived!
This kind of phenomenon, let alone on the Heavenly Desolate Continent, is unprecedented even in the Three Thousand Worlds!
This fruit of martial arts can be regarded as a kind of alien that has jumped out of the three realms and is not among the five elements. It is unprecedented and unprecedented!
Su Zimo looked at the golden fruit in front of him, thought for a long time, and didn't think of anything famous, so he put it in the storage bag casually.
Subsequently, Su Zimo dragged his aging body out of the cemetery step by step.
Outside the Three Tribulations.
Many monks are gathering there, talking.
"Aramu should be in this place of preaching, to promote martial arts, right?"
"It should be, the space cracks here are still there."
"Strange, less than fifteen years after Huangwu and Xuanyu's battle, how could Huangwu say that he had lived through nearly five thousand years?"
These monks came not only out of their curiosity, but also the order of the sect behind them!
Among them, there are the top ten monks of the Northern Territory who come to the door, and the monks of various big family families.
Today's Su Zimo is definitely an important figure in the entire cultivation world, especially in the Northern Territory!
At the beginning, after the battle between Su Zimo and Xuanyu, he was besieged and killed by the half ancestor, but he left unharmed.
All the six half ancestors died, and none of them were spared. This matter is still a mystery among all the major visitors!
Sect forces, such as Dragon and Tiger Pavilion and Yin Guizong, who had fouled with Su Zimo, are extremely concerned about Su Zimo's situation and movements due to a guilty conscience.
Just as the group was discussing, a figure gradually emerged in the Three Tribulations Region, staggering under the blow of the cloudy wind, and it seemed that he would fall at any time.
The noise gradually calmed down.
The group was staring over there intently.
In a short while, this figure gradually became clear, and it had already walked out of the Three Tribulations.
This is an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face, his eyes become a little muddy, and his blood is declining.
The old man's spine is somewhat curved, and his body is crouched.
In the past five thousand years, this thin and aging body can no longer support the worn-out blue shirt on him!
Qun Xiu was startled and opened his mouth slightly.
In everyone's eyes, there is incredible color!
This is a wild martial artist?
This is the eternal evildoer who was once invincible and killed many titled disciples here, watching the world?
This is the peerless Tianjiao who can be reborn under the killing of the half-ancestors?
On this old man, Qun Xiu can no longer see any Su Zimo.
The once sharpness, the once sharpness, the once strong, seem to have been wiped away by five thousand years.
On this old man, the only thing he is still familiar with is the blue shirt.
The monks present can find out with just a swipe of their divine consciousness that Su Zimo is already at the end of his life, and when his oil is exhausted, his lamp will wither, and he will fall at any time!
"Hahahaha!"
Finally, a monk couldn't help laughing.
"Huangwu ah Huangwu, you were once strong and invincible, and you were arrogant. I didn't expect you to have today too!"
"This is retribution!"
There was a wave of sarcasm from the crowd.
These so-called arrogances have been suppressed by Su Zimo too miserably over the years!
This name has even become a nightmare in the hearts of many monks, lingering!
The titled disciples of the major super sects~IndoMTL.com~ were all killed by Su Zimo together. As long as Su Zimo lives for one day, they will always be under Su Zimo!
"Oh, what a pity."
A monk shook his head slightly and sighed with emotion: "Unexpectedly, eternal evildoers like Huang Wu could not escape the calamity of the years."
"I don't know what he went through to end this way."
"Buwu common people are totally going against the sky, how difficult it is! Presumably this half of the "Wu Jing" has exhausted all the efforts of Huang Wu!"
Some people are gloating, some are sighing with emotion, and some are sitting on the sidelines.
The various forms of sentient beings, in Su Zimo's heart, can't make any ripples anymore.
Su Zimo smiled faintly, and when he came to the space rift, he stepped into it without looking at the crowd, and disappeared. ()
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