Chapter 1037

Yes, Lu Chen is ready to create a method. Before his martial nerve breaks into the territory of quasi emperor, he should re sort out various Taoist methods and create his own combat method.

He once understood the yin-yang circle of Tai Chi in the world of covering the sky. As a defense method, he created the soul of blood Ghost War. As a method of violent attack and defense state, he created his own Wudi Sutra based on the sun Sutra.

But these are all based on models. The yin-yang circle of Tai Chi is based on the Tai Chi method of the hometown. The battle soul of the blood ghost is only a high-end application of the combination of blood explosion and sky covering method. The Wudi Sutra is adapted from the sun Sutra.

With Lu Chen's continuous growth, Emperor Wu's scriptures mixed various methods, absorbed the essence of scriptures, and integrated Wu nerve into his hometown world.

However, with the improvement of Emperor Wu's Sutra, Lu Chen felt that it was not like his own Dharma and became a hodgepodge.

Although fusion monsters are powerful, they also have their fatal defects. When they come to the end of the road, they will eventually have problems.

Lu Chen wants to reorganize and improve Emperor Wu's Sutra and completely turn it into his own law before making a breakthrough.

King Kong and King Bu Dong Ming gave him a lot of inspiration. In essence, they are similar to the state of divine prohibition.

However, there are some differences in the concept, especially the immovable Ming king. It is not completely squeezing its own potential, but a temporary "growth"

After being turned into passive by the martial god, the immovable Ming king has become a fixed attribute bonus. His current physical body still has the highest physique among the attributes, and the immovable Ming king takes great credit.

But he also checked the inheritance crystallization needed to continue to improve the level of immovable Ming king in the space. The results were almost comparable to strengthening the secret blood of God, which was obviously not cost-effective.

Lu Chen feels that this is because of the level of the immovable Ming king. Its principle of improving attributes is not high-end, so it consumes more energy and achieves half the result with twice the effort.

Now Lu Chen is ready to reorganize the extraordinary power he initially learned, integrate King Kong and the immovable Ming king, absorb some key points of the word secret, and create a practical fighting martial art that transcends the soul of the bloody ghost.

This is undoubtedly a test for him. Fortunately, he is on the 47th floor of the summoning spirit tower, and his cultivation speed has increased by a hundred times. In addition, he has improved his physique with thousands of years of dragon marrow and used the source of enlightenment.

What was originally difficult for him at this time may become a miracle in a short time.

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Modern, A.D. 2011.

After several months of rampage, the burial star finally returned to the calm of the past, but the earth has been devastated.

In the desert of the original mine cave, Hua Liyi and others looked at the ancient gods gathered in the distance and constantly impacted towards a black vortex.

The black smoke soared into the sky and blackened the blood moon in the sky. There were foreign ancient gods falling, but they seemed to ignore life and death.

When Lu Ming rushed to the people in hualiyi, the black smoke gradually dissipated, and the ancient gods outside the region finally got what they wanted and entered the depths of the original mine cave.

So many great events have happened, but the depths of the original mine are still calm. It seems that all ancient beings are sleeping and indifferent to these.

"Come on, we can go up."

Lu Ming's face is tired. He has fought hard for a year and gained a lot, but his heart is boring.

The event of ancient gods outside China is both the end and the beginning. More terrible things will happen next.

Xia Mi looked at the reincarnation lake and was pulled down by the painted pear clothes. She didn't go to wait and see again.

The supporters of Lu Wei are cheering crazy.

And I know that there are terrible creatures in the depths of the original mine. I'm not comfortable with how to stay here.

The road to turn back is very fast, and even black fog is rare. The bodies of ancient gods outside the region corroded by black fog can be seen everywhere in the mine cave, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell.

All the way to the ground, several people looked at the world in front of them after taking off. The sunrise was rising. What they saw was not a beautiful scene, but a scene of waste soil after the end of the day.

Everywhere is filled with smoke and dust, the distant city-state is turned into ruins, the countryside is destroyed, and the world is quiet and terrible, as if there were no living creatures.

"I tried my best. There are still people alive."

Lu Ming said faintly that he was only one person, and he had prevented the worst from happening.

At least there is no forbidden area on the burial star, because there is a change in this matter, otherwise it will be the real end.

At this moment, deep in the original mine cave, a three foot tall Taigu Ling family came to the familiar cave in his memory.

There is a stone platform in front of the cave, on which there are traces that have not been erased by years.

He stood there. Behind him, a group of ancient spirits knelt down and kowtowed to their king, but he just looked at the stone platform and sighed long.

The ancient etheric saying goes, "ask the world, who can live forever?"

He raised his hand and wiped away some faint marks on the stone platform. "Goodbye, old friend."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the cave, just like a king walking towards his throne. In the direction of moving forward, a purple black stone was quietly placed in a crack in a cracked stone.

He put his hand on the stone, the stone skin cracked and the lines spread.

Bang——

It was as if the mines were trembling.

Bang Bang Bang——

The stone skin fell off, revealing the vibrant purple heart inside, which is the source of his life.

"Hasakullas!"

The swirling clan behind them cheered and raised their "hands" to welcome the king's return.

He pressed his heart into his chest and turned to welcome the cheers of the ethnic group. A pair of dark purple eyes opened and the ancient etheric saying issued a declaration, "according to the agreement, we... Are free!"

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In the smoke filled sky, a group of people like travelers in the end of the world, lonely and sad.

When their eyes wander to a place, they all have bright eyes.

Just as the sky broke the clouds and the power of world line change came, the city in front of them was solid and seemed to be still prosperous.

The city stands like an oasis in the desert.

The king of Xia!

This city, whether before or after the change of the world line, stands firm!

Xia Mi looked at Lu Ming with doubt and wanted to ask the man who had been above. As for why the world line changed again, she was too lazy to ask ancient people.

"There seems to be something special. When the ancient gods outside the country passed through the king capital of Xia, they seemed to see something terrible, and then they all avoided it."

Lu Ming explained, "most of the people who are still alive are gathered in the capital of the state of Xia. The royal family of the state of Xia has also issued an order to search and rescue the people who are still alive and prepare to rebuild their homes."

"The Ji family seems to have some conscience."

Xia Mi roast, and several people fell together toward the prosperous city on the waste land.

Because the burial God Li Zhenlong dispersed his vitality and aura, the secret blood warrior in today's era is better than Lu Chen's memory. With the change of heaven and earth environment, people live longer, and ordinary mortals can live more than 200 years old.

It is just like the records in the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, reaching the number of longevity yuan of ancient ancestors.

Relatively speaking, the secret blood Warriors also live longer. Although the martial nerve is still lost, the secret blood warriors who live longer can live to 50.

Several people kept a low profile and painted pear clothes to cover up the people's bodies with the spiritual power of eternal dreams, which did not cause another riot in this suspicious and uncertain ancient city.

Landing outside the imperial capital of Daxia, you can see that many secret blood warriors maintain order, and a large number of refugees gather outside the imperial capital.

They can't enter the city because the city is full. Rashly releasing a large number of refugees into the city will lead to terrible riots.

The dignitaries have enjoyed a rare peace of mind in the city. The poor people are begging outside for a full meal.

Here, when the staff is full, there is an absolute system. Even some nobles with small titles come late and are rejected.

Painted pear clothes saw a man shouting at the secret blood warrior team, "I'm the count. There's a fief in the south! My father made great contributions on the battlefield. Why don't you let me in!?"

The secret blood warrior in black uniform looked cold. "Then go back to your fief."

Men's clothes are luxurious, but now there are holes and dust everywhere, and their faces are not clean. They are really embarrassed. They are angry when they hear that the secret blood warrior speaks like this, but they don't dare to do it.

His father did stay in the army, but it was more than ten years ago. He knew the horror of the secret blood warrior, and no one could do it in front of this army.

"Stay outside and wait for the food day. Maybe you can live a few more days."

The officer of the secret blood warrior said again and looked in one direction, "look over there, I don't deny that the dignitaries have privileges, but you're not qualified. I'll say more to you for your father's time in the army."

He continued: "the system is the system. If we come late, we can't enter the city. Just like those two, they are waiting outside the city. Why do you enter the city?"

As far as the officer of the secret blood warrior could see, there were two figures standing by the tree, standing as straight as a javelin, incompatible with other refugees.

If you look carefully, although their clothes are damaged, they are similar to the clothes of the secret blood warrior officers in the imperial city. They are also military uniforms.

They are a man and a woman. The male face is masculine with a little rough, and the woman's face is soft and beautiful. There is a heroic and concave convex curve between her eyebrows, which is difficult to hide even in a broad military uniform.

"They... People of this level can't come in late!"

The count followed the officer's eyes and was surprised to see their costumes and the medals on their chest.

He came from a military family. Although he has become a dandy who can only eat, drink and play, he still knows some clothes and medals of the army.

Look at the dress of a man and a woman. In the military, it can definitely be regarded as a middle and high-level. Women still seem to be at the command level!

It's not only the name of the count who just entered the pear City, but also the name of the count who just wanted to fall into the pear city.

She widened her eyes and rubbed her eyes incredulously to make sure she was right.

She doesn't know a man, but she remembers the appearance of a woman very clearly. Isn't this... Her husband's mother!?

That's... Xue Zhiyu.

At this time, Xue Zhiyu was standing by the tree with her back against the tree. She looked leisurely at the dense refugees and her mental outlook. It seemed that she had not been so hard in the past year.

As a powerful secret blood warrior, even if she can't enter the city, she can go into the mountains to find those deadly beasts and eat after hunting.

There were refugees passing by carrying haystacks nearby. They greeted Xue Zhiyu and the man politely, because these days outside the Imperial City, the refugees have more or less received their help.

The secret blood warrior has boundless power. It's a small thing to help build a house. The small wooden houses and some simple tents outside the imperial city are their masterpieces.

"Zhiyu, don't think about it. We really can't beat those things."

Standing next to Xue Zhiyu, Lu Qiu saw the thoughts in the mind of his comrades in arms for many years. Obviously, he was a little unwilling.

At the time of the disaster, Beidaying, where they were located, once led the army to launch a surprise attack on an ugly creature, but the whole army was destroyed, which only slightly attracted the attention of the ugly creature and did not let it pass through a big city with a large number of people.

In the end, he and Xue Zhiyu survived not because of their excellent martial arts, but because the ugly creature seemed to care nothing about them and had his own destination.

This is undoubtedly a blow to the self-confident and powerful secret blood warriors in the world. They survived the decisive battle with the west, but unexpectedly lost to more extraordinary forces.

And there is no power to fight back. The two sides are not in the same dimension at all.

"Cut, give me another 300 years, and I can hang and beat those ghosts."

Xue Zhiyu was not satisfied.

Lu Qiu smiled. "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's live until 50. It's still 300 years."

Standing in the crowd, they looked very young, only in their twenties, but they were actually in their thirties and eighties. Because of the powerful blood power of the secret blood warrior, they could always maintain their physical state at their peak before entering the five decline of heaven and man.

Lu Qiu looked at the gathering of refugees with emotion. They had been on the battlefield for 20 or 30 years. They had seen all kinds of tragedies at the border and experienced floods and droughts, but they had never seen such a scene.

At this time, they can only be thankful that they can live so freely without an oil bottle around them.

While thinking, he suddenly saw a girl who was out of tune with the refugees coming towards them.

The glow of the rising sun fell on her daughter's pretty face, with white light, wine red long hair blowing in the air, cyan long skirt free of dust, elegant temperament like a valley and orchid, and deep eyes like a river of stars. At this time, there was a kind of uneasy mood.

As she walked through the crowd, the refugees seemed unable to see her. The only people who could see her were herself and Xue Zhiyu.

Lu Qiu was so sure because he Yu Guang saw that Xue Zhiyu was also looking in the direction of the girl.

She is really a beautiful girl. She is not like a mortal, but a fairy who mistakenly enters here.

Lu Qiu thought so, and then was pulled off his ears by the power from his flank.

"Excuse me, is it commander Xue and... Instructor Lu?"

The ethereal female voice sounded in the morning, like a sharp sword piercing history.