The only holy land recognized by the human race.

Somewhere in the holy mountain.

A girl in white, covered with extremely sharp sword energy, is devoted to practicing and polishing the sword.

It is Le'er who is trapped in the holy mountain.

She knew that with her own strength, she would never be able to escape from this place in a short period of time.

Instead of thinking about these unrealistic things, it is better to take advantage of the conditions in the holy mountain that are of great benefit to practitioners' practice and try to improve themselves as much as possible.

Suddenly, Le'er suddenly opened her eyes and raised her head to look at a certain point in the void.

From that direction, a faint sound came into this place.

Although she was imprisoned here, there were formations outside intercepting it.

But that sound is not aggressive, but also has extremely terrifying special penetration.

So even in the holy mountain, the sound was still transmitted.

The sound was so familiar.

Le'er's pupils contracted sharply, and her expression that had not melted for thousands of years became excited.

Brother, it's brother.

Her heart was surging, and she wished she could fly out of the holy land, followed the sound, and rushed to her brother's side.

"Brother wants to preach, this...this..."

Soon, the girl in white calmed down.

She began to think about the words her brother passed on repeatedly, and felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Preaching to the people of the world is not a trivial matter.

Throughout history, among the human race, only Daozu has done it.

Although times have changed, this kind of sermon still has incomparable symbolic meaning.

Those sects in the world of cultivation will never sit idly by.

At that time, it is even possible to attack them in groups.

In this way, my brother's situation is dangerous.

Moreover, just now she heard the decisive meaning from the lingering sound.

In the dark, there was a premonition that my brother seemed to be preparing to do something very dangerous.

Just like a warrior before the war, he was prepared to die in advance.

Therefore, the sermons were so urgently, leaving no regrets.

Thinking of this, the girl in white felt even more anxious.

...

After one stick of incense, the strong men from all over the country burned incense and bathed, and sat cross-legged in their residence.

They were waiting and listening to the sermons from the Unparalleled War Lord.

In a trance, a voice came straight into my mind.

"The spirit and energy are in a daze, in a daze, in a dark and unpredictable way, and it is accomplished in an instant, and the return wind is mixed, and the power of a hundred days..."

"It is endless, with deep roots and deep roots. Everyone has their own essence. Essence is combined with its spirit, spirit is combined with its qi, and qi is combined with its true nature. If it cannot be obtained, it is all a strong name..."

The sounds of Tao are heard.

At the same time, there seemed to be a series of pictures in their minds.

In the picture, a figure danced gracefully with the faint sound of the Tao.

Each action is in line with the Taoist sound of Wushuang Zhan Zun.

As the figure changes, the deep meaning contained in the Taoist sound seems to be clearer.

Those stamina savages were fascinated by the hearing.

Even some practitioners sat on the ground, immersed in the sound of the Taoist voice of the Unparalleled War Lord.

The teaching of martial arts is not just for the group of Gangtai tyrants.

Anyone who is interested in martial arts, whether ordinary people or practitioners, can sit and listen.

Lin Yu's voice could not help but be transmitted to various parts of the human race, even the demon race and the territory of the gods and demons.

From the nine heavens of the sky to the blue sky, to the green sky, the yellow springs...

His voice seemed to be everywhere.

As the sound was transmitted, a vast martial arts fortune was condensed in the void.

This luck originated from the early days of ancient times.

As the human race just rose, the Gang Taishen has become the main combat force.

In the years that followed, martial arts fell and gradually declined.

The fortune of martial arts also declined.

But this luck has not dissipated.

Under the inheritance of generations of Gangtai Tighteners, although they have become much weaker, they have been forever.

Until today, under the inspiration of Lin Yu, the fortune of martial arts suddenly surged.

Like cooking oil in a blazing fire, like prosperity and brocade.

With a bang, it turned from a trickle to a surging river.

The invisible martial arts fortune penetrates the void.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

What's more, Lin Yu's strength is so strong that he is catching up with the Supreme.

Under his guidance and inspiration, the martial arts fortune that had been precipitated for a long time finally showed its glorious true nature.

The long river rolls, surging and undulating.

In a trance, it seemed to be associated with the fate of all the stamina soldiers.

A wave of essence and wolf smoke surged from the body of a famous stamina, rushing straight into the sky.

It is integrated with martial arts fortune.

At this moment, a famous giant looked up at the void in the world of cultivation.

They could sense the majesty and vastness of the long river of martial arts.

Once the long river of luck condenses, countless powerful men will take advantage of the situation.

At that time, perhaps the Gang Tailing Man can really go hand in hand with the practitioners.

"You must never let these stamina do whatever you want. Humph, if you want to gather your martial arts luck, it doesn't matter if they have the ability..."

"We must disrupt this sermon, otherwise the rise of the stamina will be difficult to stop..."

"Follow the sound, find the location where Wushuang War Lord is and stop him from continuing to preach..."

"If the preaching is successful, wouldn't it be like the Taoist ancestor who can use this to prove the truth..."

"Hmph, that Wushuang War Lord is a good plan for fighting..."

"He must not be allowed to succeed. If the Wushuang War Lord proves the truth, our practice sect will be difficult in the future..."

Malicious thoughts come one after another.

All major sects of practice can no longer sit still.

Because, this is snatching their luck.

If the martial arts qi fortune is completely formed, their practitioners will share the world with the Gang and Tighten.

This situation is absolutely impossible.

...

While the major sects were about to stop the preaching, Lin Yu sat cross-legged in the snow and told his feelings.

Among them, he has experience in practicing martial arts, and his experience left by his predecessors.

The sound made aroused a wonderful resonance that communicates with the present and the present.

The fallen stamina of Gang's strength seemed to gradually wake up at this moment.

In the long river of martial arts fortune, figures gradually condensed.

It was like light and shadow, flashing ethereal.

The last obsession left by the dead Gang Taishi savages of all generations wake up at this moment.
To be continued...