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His vision was raised, he went north from Longyuan City, and he came out of Qingzhou, eight thousand miles north.

There is a Changbai Mountain that has been covered with snow all year round and rarely visited. It is like a giant dragon lying across the wasteland, with high winds and high snow. In late autumn, it is already as fierce as in the middle of winter in Qingzhou.

Among them, the strange rocks are rugged and the terrain is complex and rugged. Only wild animals are dormant, and there are few people to visit.

Huh ~

The bitter cold wind brought snow on the mountaintops without melting. She was wearing white clothes, and Ma Longtu walked slowly over the snow. He was very fast, but he walked silently, without any traces of stepping on the snow.

"That boy?"

At one moment, his steps stopped and looked from the barren mountain. He could vaguely see a forest, in which a half-dressed boy was boxing and practicing physical strength.

He remembered that this was the boy named Haqi. What surprised him was that in just one year, this boy had achieved blood exchange without anyone's guidance.

Not only that, it seems that there has been more than one blood exchange.

"Maybe, there will be some surprises?"

Ma Longtu smiled, but didn't care too much. He never showed up and disappeared into the mountains and forests like the wind.

As a great master at the top of the mountain and river list, he has a very fast footprint and moves with the wind. He suddenly has dozens of feet of rugged mountain roads that cannot be stopped.

Before the sun set, he had already reached the top of the snow peak, which was 3,800 feet tall.

Looking down from here, you can see a surging black river flowing through the mountains and going to the depths of the wasteland. This is the river of life in the Tianlang Royal Court.

Longjiang.

call!

Between the white mountains and black waters, Ma Longtu looked up from afar. It was higher than the snow peak here, and it seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, with a towering palace.

And between the two mountains, in the surging sea of ​​clouds, there was an unknown iron chain rising and falling in the sea of ​​clouds.

An old man in robe crossed his knees on the iron chain, letting the wind and clouds roll, floating like a fairy.

"Dao Ren Li!"

Seeing this person, even if it was Ma Longtu, fear flashed in his eyes.

The person in front of him is like him, and he is one of the masters who challenged the Black Mountain Old Demon to fall behind and join the Seven Killings Palace.

The difference is that what I challenged is the contemporary Black Mountain Old Demon, and the old Taoist in front of me is the previous Black Mountain Old Demon.

This is an old monster who has lived for three hundred years.

This person's martial arts are more sophisticated than himself. What's particularly terrifying is that his light skills have reached an incredible level.

Only when there is wind and clouds on the top of the mountain, he seems to be able to live on the iron chain forever.

"One yang opens the sky, and the six yins end! The power of the six qi is actually infinite. And the heart of poverty is difficult to control the infinite qi..."

As if he noticed Ma Longtu's spying, Taoist Li slowly opened his eyes, and the turbid air was revealed, with fatigue and melancholy:

"The difficulty of the Martial Saint is even more difficult than ascending to heaven..."

"Brother Dao failed again?"

It was no surprise that Ma Longtu stepped onto the iron chain.

The inheritance of martial arts has been for three thousand years. Perhaps it is the change of heaven and earth, or perhaps it is the explosion of martial arts in this year.

The number of masters that have emerged in these four hundred years is more than the sum of the dynasties in the past two thousand years.

However, there are still few who can cross the Martial Saint Gate.

More people are like him, Dao Ren Li, who is trapped in front of the door and has no chance to go further even if he dies.

"The six virtual skills I have learned are only a number of medium-multiple numbers. Even if I study the three Jiazi hard, it is difficult to enter the list of unique learning.

Failure, for granted.”

Dao Ren Li's fatigue flashed and he asked calmly:

"Have you met Zhang Xuanba? What's that?"

After hearing the inquiry, Ma Longtu's feet paused slightly:

"The King of Zhao in the Western Palace is worthy of the overlord who ranks on the top of martial arts. His courage and his will are like the scorching sun and cannot be looked directly at by the mountains..."

"Today, only by martial arts theory, the person should be among the top three."

Taoist Li was a little confused.

"otherwise."

Ma Longtu shook his head, looking solemn and awe:

"I think he is the best in the world by martial arts."

"No. 1 in the world?"

Taoist Li smiled but said nothing, but his light glanced at the Seven Killings Palace in the sea of ​​clouds.

The palace was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the palace looked like a black hole. It made me feel cold in my heart, and it was even colder than the mountain winds that were thousands of feet tall.

"I am afraid that there is nothing in pure martial arts. There is no past, and there is no future."

Ma Longtu's expression was dazed, and his words were deeply awe.

"Never happened?"

Seeing him like this, Dao Ren Li couldn't help but be cautious. The last time he saw the King of Zhao of the Western Palace was more than 20 years ago.

Could it be that in just twenty years, he has gone one step further?

Facing the doubts of Daor Li, Ma Longtu only replied:

"I can't sense the slightest taste of Taoist fruit and magical powers in him..."

"Um?!"

Dao Ren Li's pupils shrank:

"He actually wanted to give up?"

In today's world, Tao Fruit has been born one after another, and the magical masters of various countries sprout like mushrooms after a rain. This is the beginning of the changes in the world, and all families have tried their best to seek it.

He could hardly imagine that someone would take the initiative to give up the Taoist fruit.

That is, the foundation of immortals and Buddhas, the gate of immortality and immortality...

"I don't understand, nor do I agree. But with such great courage, Ma is really in awe of me. Unfortunately, as a foreign race, he was unable to lead a horse and kick it for him..."

Ma Longtu sighed slightly.

When the iron chain passed by, there were stone houses, wooden houses and bamboo houses built behind them. Most of the people living in them were losers like him.

Seeing Ma Longtu, eyes flashed through many houses, but no one spoke, and they were silent as iron and stone.

If you take a few more steps, you will see the Seven Killings Palace.

As a major force in the Tianlang King Court, the few disciples of the Qisha Temple are beyond anyone’s imagination.

There is only one person in the huge temple, and most of the others are joined by failure in challenges and failures.

Huh ~

Apart from one door, the skylight seemed to have disappeared, and it was the darkness that could not be melted like ink.

With Ma Longtu's eyesight, he could only barely see the outline of the human figure sitting cross-legged and the pair of black eyes that seemed to be without any strange colors.

Like a god, a demon, or a demon, but not like a person.

"You're here."

In the darkness, sound came.

Um?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Ma Longtu was shocked. This sentence clearly did not seem to be said to him.

boom!

His thoughts were not as good as those of the cave. Suddenly, the reply in his arms became as hot as iron, and the scorching gold and fire were flowing out.

In the middle of the hall, a human figure is outlined.

"Such a powerful martial will!"

Ma Longtu's eyelids trembled, and he took a few steps back to the entrance of the hall. The golden light in front of him was like fire, flashing with dazzling light.

There is no obvious feature, but only one person can possess the arrogant, domineering and fierce will in this world.

"The Black Mountain Old Demon."

Apart ten feet apart, there seemed to be a strong wind in the hall, and darkness surged like an angry tide. Two powerful men of the world looked at each other.

"You're stronger."

In the darkness, the old demon's voice became a little more warm:
To be continued...