Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiao Chen kept trying hard, and there was a hint of clearness in the Shentai. What could be done in front of the people of God to break his pressure and completely trample him under his feet. Has he seen it?

The ancient saints have seen the people of the gods, so they simulated the people of the gods in this world, but the most powerful warrior he saw in the morning was just the moonlight, how to fight the gods.

Even Lei Di and Tianwu the Great, in the view of Xiao Chen, it is difficult to win the battle against the gods. The power of the ancient saints is definitely stronger than that of the later generations. This is not to be questioned.

Even if the sage can't hit it, how could it be played, the saints who think of the saints, but the legendary gods are more terrifying than the saints and the ancient emperor.

A figure suddenly flashed into the mind of Xiao Chen, and Xiao Chen suddenly remembered the man who was seen in the sage's enlightenment map, the mysterious man who was entangled in eighteen dragons.

boom!

Xiao Chen sighed softly, and suddenly he threw out 18 green dragons behind him. His voice was long and lingering, and the sound of the reverberation between the heavens and the earth was broken.

The gods on that day roared, and the light behind them kept shining, loudly: "You know, you know that you have committed a big sin?"

Xiao Chen closed his eyes, the gods were clear, the corners of his mouth smacked a sneer, then slammed openly to see the eyes, two purple **** shots, and the fearless pair of the golden light of the gods.

"The so-called **** is just the imagination of a mortal. It is born by the beliefs of all people. If I believe in God in my heart, then God is mighty and boundless. If there is no God in my heart, then everything in the heavens and the earth will be in my heart. I am me, God. Can't be around."

Xiao Chen looked at the gods in the sky and said slowly, "I should thank you. If it weren't for you, this obsession in my heart would never be lost."

One way of Wu, long and long-distance, the more you go backwards, the higher the demand for your mood. The so-called nature of nature is not so important. In the ancient times, many ordinary people who were qualified were sanctified, relying on strong minds and simple state of mind.

No matter which world, there are things that ordinary people can't understand. For the unknown things, they like to use miracles to explain. But is there really God in this world?

No one knows, even if there is no such thing as a **** in the heart of the people, Xiao Chen’s obsessiveness in his heart is a great opportunity for the tempering of the future state of mind.

After all, this **** is only a mark of the saints left. As long as the mind realizes that this has spanned tens of thousands of years of fighting, Xiao Chen has no reason to lose.

The voice of Xiao Chen just fell, and the light behind the gods began to slowly dim, and the light began to slowly dissipate, and finally scattered in nothingness.

Rumble!

Xiao Chen’s appearance behind him, a vast expanse of the sea, the sound of the sea, the waves rolling, the layers of waves, surging.

A dragon appeared, and a green dragon jumped out of the sea. There was a man holding a long knife on the faucet. As soon as he appeared, the eighteen dragons wrapped around Xiao Chen immediately flew behind him.

The sound of the sound of the dragon, the endless stream, the shock of the square, the edge of this space, there is a crack in the road, spread in the horizon.

The man standing on the faucet, looking at the gods in the sky, revealing a trace of disdainful smile, the tip of his toes light, the shape of the brush, disappeared in place.

Hey!

The knife flashed, the head of the gods and gods in the sky was directly smashed down. The speed was fast. Xiao Chen didn't even see the back, and the speed of the naked eye could not keep up.

The world was shattered, and the scene in front of Xiao Chen changed again. The volcanic magma disappeared. On a deserted land, a black flag was inserted in the center.

Xiao Chen seems to come from outside the sky, slowly falling to the ground, walked toward the black flag, and wrote a sly word on the flag.

Xiao Chen did not hesitate, went straight and pulled the black flag up. The time fluttered, the wind raged, and the sand flew.

call!

Xiao Chen took a mouthful and swallowed the black flag directly. He wanted to directly swallow the rhyme contained in the banner, and the space suddenly became static.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and carefully understood the laws in the heavens and the earth, and realized the rhyme left by the saints in the banner.

The surrounding environment is constantly changing. It will be a long battlefield with blood and blood, and there will be saints falling, and the big devil will be wiped out. For a while, it is a snowy night, under the full moon, the flowers are flying in the sky, the glamour is a woman, and the endless lingering.

For a while, the saints will realize the Tao, and the visions of heaven and earth will come out. Standing on the top of the mountain, the endless thunder and lightning roar, the saints will realize the road in the thunder, and derive their own laws.

In the end, all this disappeared, leaving only an endless gray, a figure standing in the air, looking into the distance, in the eyes, it is the endless loneliness, the indescribable loneliness.

This is the life of the saint, and it has been young and frivolous, love and hate, and the red dust is reversed. Also invincible in the world, the sky into the earth, picking stars to get the moon, omnipotent.

But what is left last is still endless loneliness, and the loneliness that no one can understand, leaving a long sigh, the ancient sages are lonely, and the red dust is empty.

Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and there was chaos in his eyes. He saw the life of an ancient great saint. It’s as long as it’s been 10,000 years old, and it’s like only a moment has passed, like a dream.

call! In the chaos, a black flag, derived from Xiao Chen’s eyes, is finally in the air. Xiao Chen sighed softly, flew into the air, held the flagpole, and inserted it into the world.

Above the black flag, a powerful Xiao Xiaozi fell on the flag. The brand left by the saint was eventually assimilated by Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes again, and the surrounding scene changed again. Xiao Chen stood on the bow of the silver warship and finally returned to the real world.

The black flag on the bow floated, and the slogan on the banner disappeared and became a Xiaozi. This secret treasure finally finally marked the mark of Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen smiled lightly, and the gods detected it and began to check the lines in his secret treasure. After half a ring, he took back his knowledge and his heart was slightly disappointed.

The pattern of attacking the big array still has not improved, and there is no trace of being repaired. It seems that it can only be improved in the future and can be re-drawn.

However, other functions of the secret treasure should be replied, and there is no difference with the peak period, at least the speed and defense, should not let Xiao Chen disappointed.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and jumped directly from the bow. The secret treasure had to go through the Thunder, seven or seventy-nine days of hardening, in order to truly condense the heaven and earth rhyme, there is no such thing as Xiao Chen in a short time.

There is a different kind of feeling in the sky above the 10,000 meters. Xiao Chen feels this special feeling and quickly falls to the ground.

The continuous black clouds appeared below Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen explored the gods and saw countless raindrops falling from the clouds. When the clouds collided, there were thunder and roars, and lightning struck the sky.

Xiao Chen slightly sighed. "People are in the sky and almost forgot about this dusty thing."

The middle-level Lingshi in the hands is not used up. Xiao Chen will attach vitality to the whole body, and wear it in the dark clouds. The raindrops that are falling are separated by the vitality of the body and flow down the body and the outside.

Xiao Chen suddenly came to the interest, using the source of the fighting to change the martial arts of Ji Changkong, the body turned into a meteor, and the fierce land fell above the ground.

boom!

The meteor cut through the endless rain curtains of the sky. After a moment, it fell to the ground and blasted open. Xiao Chen showed his body shape, and the surrounding waves were shaken. Countless raindrops were instantly evaporated.

Looking at the middle-level Lingshi, which completely lost its luster in his hand, Xiao Chen’s heart was slightly surprised. He murmured: “The martial arts that need to inherit the martial arts can be simulated. It’s too energy-consuming. Remember this later. a little."

Throw away the intermediate spirits that have already consumed the vitality, and Xiao Chen walks quickly through the misty rain. Walking fast on the Zhuang River, and finally through the rushing waterfall, into the cave.

Taking out the ancient martial arts from the Qiankun ring, Xiao Chen began to slowly look up. These so-called ancient characters are traditional Chinese characters, and Xiao Chen does not seem to be difficult.

He had just seen the life of an ancient sage, and he had a clear understanding in his heart. This kind of enlightenment is a very mysterious realm. Xiao Chen felt a lot clear in his mind, and many questions that he couldn’t figure out were instantly clear.

He didn't know this state, and when it would disappear, so he took a look at the ancient martial arts and looked at it carefully, hoping to have an epiphany.

The ancient martial arts and the world's martial arts are very different, the biggest difference is the ancient martial arts, there is no such thing as the heaven and earth Xuanhuang grade.

Xiao Chen looked at it carefully and didn't ask for it all. As long as he could understand it, he couldn't see the place to understand and skip it.

In this way, five ancient martial arts, Xiao Chen looked at the hole for half a month, until the feeling of Ming Wu disappeared, Xiao Chen stopped.