Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Mythical warriors are high above the ground, controlling the air and riding the wind, like immortals.

However, no matter how 'as if' it was, it was only 'as if', not a real immortal.

Mythical warriors are also human, and they also have their own limits.

For example, in the mythology of the Three Heavens of Blood Killing the Patriarch, even if you do your best, you will only be separated by ten miles or twenty miles at most.

As for the martial arts myth of Chang'an City, it was unbelievable and unheard of.

Even in overseas where martial arts are prosperous, Blood Killing Patriarch has never heard of such a bizarre scene.

"What nonsense!"

Blood Killing Patriarch looked gloomy and uncertain, and finally sneered: "Did you see that scene with your own eyes?"

The words of the blood-killing ancestor came out.

The blood-killing disciple was slightly taken aback, and immediately replied: "Ancestor, I also heard about it."

"Humph."

"I understand."

Blood Killing Patriarch snorted coldly: "Your level is too low, and you don't know the methods of mythology."

The expression of the blood-killing ancestor recovered again, and he figured out everything in an instant.

Ordinary people like to spread falsehoods and exaggerate their words, so how could the blood-killing ancestors not know about it?

For example, when two mythical warriors fought, the landslides and the ground cracked, and the aftermath spread to dozens of miles around.

If this scene were seen by ordinary people, they would definitely think that the god of heaven was angry, and the gods and gods were fighting, and then it became more and more outrageous.

But in fact, in the eyes of mythical warriors like Blood Killing Patriarch, it is nothing more than the fight of the same-level powerhouse.

Nothing at all.

And according to what this Blood Killing Sect disciple said, the mythical warrior of Chang'an City may indeed be a little capable, but this method of shooting at a distance of thousands of miles is far inferior.

"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge the revenge of killing the sect, but now is not the time, I have to wait for the permission of those few."

The blood-killing ancestor pondered for a while, and said lightly.

"How many?"

Hearing the words of the blood killing disciple, his face suddenly turned pale.

In his eyes, the ancestor of blood killing is already a fairy-like figure, but now, the ancestor of blood killing actually uses 'those few' to call others.

"It's okay to tell you."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing glanced at the disciples of Blood Killing Sect, and said casually: "This time I am returning to this continent, not alone, but with a few distinguished people."

When the Blood Killing Patriarch said this, he paused for a while and continued: "Those big figures are of respectable status. If you encounter them, you must not overstep them in the slightest."

"Otherwise, not only will you be wiped out, but you might even be implicated in me."

Blood Killing Patriarch warned.

"Yes."

The blood-killing disciple's face was as pale as paper, and he repeatedly lowered his head and replied.

The mythical patriarch of Blood Killing Sect appeared.

This news, like lightning, spread all over the world.

Now that the Tang kingdom has unified all the countries, its power is indistinguishable.

And at this time, the mythical patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect appeared, which was like seeing the dawn for the Blood Killing Sect disciples who hid everywhere like a bereaved dog.

"Why did the patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect come back?"

"I don't know, did you come back for the bloody killing?"

"It's over, the blood-killing ancestors have returned, and the blood-killing sect is fierce and powerful. I'm waiting for the good days to come to an end."

The hearts of countless Jianghu warriors were filled with emotion.

For a long time, the Blood Killing Gate has always been for the fun of provoking the world and alienating the martial arts. The prosperity of the Blood Killing Gate means that there will be more killings in the world.

"However, when the Patriarch of Blood Killing Sect came back, I don't know what the myth of Chang'an City thinks?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

As soon as the words came out.

All the warriors fell silent.

The three top-ranked Blood Killing Sect fell into the hands of the mythical warrior in Chang'an City. In addition, the Blood Killing Sect was forced to dismiss the disciples because of this.

With such a grudge, how could the Blood Killing Patriarch ignore it?

"Who do you think is stronger than the blood-killing ancestor and the myth of Chang'an City?"

A warrior asked enthusiastically.

"I think it should be the myth of Chang'an City, right? After all, a few years ago, Meng Yuan, who was also a myth, was killed by the myth of Chang'an City."

"Mengyuan Guoshi is only a beginner in martial arts mythology, how can it be compared with the blood killing ancestor?"

"Yes, the ancestor of blood killing was a martial arts myth as early as two hundred years ago. Now that he has traveled overseas for two hundred years, his strength must have improved a lot. The myth of Chang'an City can kill the national master of Meng Yuan with one finger, but he may not be able to defeat the blood killing. Grandfather."

Countless warriors chatted quickly.

In their opinion, Su Qin's strength is unfathomable, but the blood-killing patriarch is also not weak, especially in the past two hundred years, God knows how high the blood-killing patriarch has reached.

"In my opinion, the myth of Chang'an City should not be the opponent of the blood-killing patriarch."

An old warrior made a final decision.

Although Su Qin was overwhelming the current world, the blood-killing sect master was invincible two hundred years ago. When the two did not fight head-on, everyone felt that the blood-killing sect master was stronger.

After all, in martial arts cultivation, one side practices two hundred years longer than the other side, and it is clear at a glance which one is stronger and who is weaker.

Just when the world is talking about it.

Chang'an City.

Inside the palace.

"It is indeed the blood-killing ancestor."

Tang Huang looked dignified as water, looked at the information in his hand, and said in a deep voice.

Now that the Tang Kingdom rules the world, as early as the first appearance of the Blood Killing Patriarch, relevant information was passed to the Tang Emperor.

However, at that time, Emperor Tang still had doubts in his heart, but as time passed, more and more information came, but Emperor Tang had to believe it.

"Your Majesty, what should I do now?"

A minister stood up, looked at Emperor Tang, and asked with hands.

Emperor Tang was silent for a while, and said, "I will mobilize the army and strengthen the inspection of Chang'an City."

The rest of the courtiers heard the words, looked at each other, opened their lips, but didn't say anything more.

In fact, you can only do what Emperor Tang said, otherwise what can you do? Is it possible to take the initiative to find the ancestor of blood killing and take him down?

Let's not talk about whether Tang Guo can take down the blood-killing patriarch who is a martial arts myth, and who can grasp the whereabouts of the blood-killing patriarch alone?

Martial arts mythology controls the air and rides the wind, tens of thousands of miles a day, maybe one day in the extreme west, tomorrow it will go to the extreme north.

After the meeting ended.

Emperor Tang hurried to the East Palace.

"Mr. Ruan, hasn't the third brother contacted you yet?" Tang Huang found Ruan Qing and asked.

Although Ruan Qing claimed to be a servant of Su Qin, Emperor Tang did not dare to treat a martial arts myth as a servant, but instead called him 'Sir'.

In the Tang Dynasty, 'Sir' was an honorific title, such as Mr. Teacher.

"No."

Ruan Qing glanced at Tang Huang and asked in confusion, "Are you looking for a master?"

"The Patriarch of Blood Killing two hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, came back." Tang Huang said roughly what he knew.

"It seems that the great sects overseas have begun to intervene." Ruan Qing pondered for a while and sighed.

"Then what should we do now?"

Although Emperor Tang didn't know what Ruan Qing's "Shangzong Great Religion" meant, he also knew that it wasn't a good thing.

"If it's just Blood Killing Patriarch, I can deal with it, but in addition to Blood Killing Patriarch, those great sects must have sent other disciples here."

Ruan Qing shook his head.

"Now, we can only wait for the master to go out"

Ruan Qing said helplessly.

Almost at the same time, all kinds of incredible news were spread from all over the world.

For example, someone once saw a white-clothed woman flying in the sky in the Arctic Icefield, like a fairy from the upper realm. Some people saw the man in Tsing Yi with a sword carrying a few hundred meters in one step, as if he was measuring the world. Others saw a Taoist priest standing above the clouds, looking down at all beings indifferently, as if he was looking for something.

For a time, the world shook.

If it is said that the blood-killing ancestors who appeared out of thin air at the beginning only shocked the world, then the existence of these suspected mythical warriors appearing one after another now makes people panic.

"What exactly happened?"

"Is it possible that these people are like the ancestors of blood killing, returning from overseas?"

"That's the only possibility. Otherwise, martial arts myths are hard to come by in an era. How can there be so many now?"

Many warriors were terrified.

And right now.

On a high mountain, there are several figures standing leisurely.

Among these figures, there are women in white clothes like fairies, men with swords in blue clothes, and Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

At this moment.

Because of the existence of these figures, the top of the entire mountain was faintly shrouded in an inexplicable aura.

"How did you check?"

The white-clothed woman's voice was clear and indifferent.

She is the contemporary goddess of the Snow Palace, a great overseas sect, named Bingling. She came here this time on the order of the teacher to determine whether this continent is the legendary land of battle.

As for the others, they are also the favored sons of heaven from overseas great sects.

"Although the current vitality of this continent is still far inferior to that of other sects such as overseas, its growth rate is far faster than overseas."

Speaking of this, the sword-wearing man in blue paused for a while and continued: "According to the current trend, at most a hundred years, the vitality of this place can be compared to overseas, and in two hundred years, it will completely surpass overseas."

As soon as the words came out.

Everyone on the field changed their expressions.

"Then what are you waiting for? I might as well join forces, enter the Tang Kingdom, completely control this continent, and then welcome me and wait for the sect to come over." A rough man said carelessly.

When everyone on the field first arrived, they knew that this continent was ruled by a country called Tang.

"Join the Tang Kingdom?"

The Taoist priest in Taoist robe frowned slightly: "But I heard that there seems to be a mythical warrior sitting in Chang'an City in Tang country, and his strength is not weak."

"Isn't it weak?" The rough man grinned and said, "Compared to overseas like me, it's not even mortal. Any mythical warrior can be invincible for an era."

"But in front of me and other great disciples, what is it?"

"Anyone can sweep this place."

There was a strong pride in the rough man's tone.

"That's right." The sword-wearing man in blue nodded slightly: "As a disciple of the Great Sect, whether it's a secret technique or a heritage, how can it be compared to a commonplace like this?"

"So good."

Bing Ling, the contemporary goddess of the Snow Palace, nodded slightly: "In this case, let's go to Chang'an City. If the mythical warrior knows his interest and bows his head, he can spare his life. If he is not, he will kill him directly."

Under the city of Chang'an.

In the towering hall.

Su Qin slowly opened his eyes.

"The field is finally stable."

Su Qin's expression flashed with satisfaction.