"Not bad! Eight generations of immortals..."

Zhang Xuanba was a little surprised, but he didn't get to the bottom of it, just nodded:

"There is a saying in Hongri, which is actually true. We were born in this world, but we were much lucky compared to many of our predecessors and sages..."

Tides rise, and the world changes.

As early as the end of the Qin Dynasty, similar rumors had already spread. It is said that Lu Chen believed it deeply and finally found the fruit of Taoism with perseverance.

However, it took more than three thousand years in a flash.

In the long years, such a stunning talent is as beautiful as the Domineer, Bodhidharma, Gaojia, the sloppy Taoist, Zhang Yuanzhu... Such a hero has never waited for the arrival of heaven.

"Born in this world, I am indeed much luckier than my predecessors."

Yang Yu nodded and couldn't help but remember the rumors about the sects of the "Taiyi Sect" on the "Blue Water and Cold Pond Picture".

One of the sects that were inherited from ancient gods, but because they were born in the wrong era, thousands of generations of people fought hard, and finally ended up being destroyed and the inheritance was cut off.

This is not something that can be controlled by manpower.

"A person's achievements, personal character, and talent are naturally important, but external opportunities are even more important. A person's talent is ten times more different, but the difference in encounters can widen this gap to an insurmountable level..."

Looking down at the snowy fields and mountains and rivers under you, Zhang Xuanba said lightly:

"A warrior who can be famous in the world and have been passed down from generation to generation are all those who have talents, understanding, mind and opportunities that are far beyond ordinary people.

I am like this, Fan Ruyi is like this, Mu Qingliu is like this, and the old demon of Black Mountain is naturally no exception..."

"Is this eight generations of immortal fighting for the old demon the biggest opportunity?"

"Of course! Even the sloppy Taoist lives less than eight hundred years. The fortune this old monster has gained is much more prosperous than that of me. Unfortunately, he has no courage..."

Zhang Xuanba shook his head slightly:

"If it were me..."

"Then today's battle will not happen at all..."

What is Zhang Xuanba who has lived for eight generations?

Just as Yang Yu thought about it, he couldn't help but shivered.

"The red sun is insignificant, the old demon is not worth worrying about. My real goal for this trip is the old demon in Dayan Mountain!

Her courage is much better than that of the old demon, and she lives too much longer..."

At this point, Zhang Xuanba just revealed his real purpose:

"Seven years ago, when I returned from Dayan Mountain, I felt my mind was chaotic and my heart was exhausted. It was not only an external injury, but also a sign of a conspiracy..."

"The book of Seven Arrows..."

Yang Yu was silent.

"This magical power is very strange, and those who are in the game are helpless..."

Zhang Xuanba seemed very calm:

"But she can't think about it. I have been practicing for a hundred years and endured for a thousand years. This business will not be a loss!"

"Prince..."

Yang Yu's eyes flashed and he took out the last ginseng fruit in his hand.

“Huh?”

Zhang Xuanba raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw the mystery of this fruit, but still shook his head:

"This fruit is not an ordinary product, but its medicinal effect is only equivalent to the Diyuan Great Pill. I can't make up for this injury even if I swallow seven of the Great Pills..."

"You have the intention."

At the end, he was a little moved.

How could he see and how he could not see that the medicinal effect of this fruit is not about healing injuries, but about prolonging life.

When it comes to medicinal power, it may be comparable to the Diyuan Great Pill, but it is precious, but it is ten times or a hundred times better than the latter.

Yang Yu sighed slightly, and his silence was full of seclusion, and what he saw was shocking.

As the breath fell, he could see a corner faintly, and Zhang Xuanba's injuries were even more serious than he thought.

It was like a big cauldron, which was penetrated by seven large holes. The essence and origin were irreversible.

As recorded in the legend, the head of the nail is seven arrows, the three souls are broken, the seven souls are dispersed, and the arrow falls into the Daluo.

That old witch, if he wants his body and spirit to be destroyed, he will not even be able to do ghosts...

"That old witch..."

Zhang Xuanba shook his head:

"That old witch has many methods. It is difficult, difficult, difficult to kill her completely!"

Prison Yang felt heavy in his heart.

Who is Zhang Xuanba?

He was famous all over the world after he was established in the year and was overwhelmed by the martial arts world and the temple for dozens of days. Such a person, no matter how he showed his appearance, was arrogant and conceited at heart.

Three words "difficult" from him...

Huh ~

In the sky, Zhang Xuanba spoke without stopping as soon as he opened his mouth, from the old woman, the old demon, to the heroes of the world.

From the Thirteenth Blood Transformation and the Five Foundation Establishment Levels, we will talk about the will of the Martial Saint, as well as his guesses and experiences about the realm above the Martial Saint.

"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature! If supernatural powers are truly condensed by heaven and earth, laws are intertwined, and principles are gathered.

Then, there is no only one way to seek supernatural powers!”

His eyes were very bright at this moment, and in the night, it was burning like a torch:

"Borrowing falsehood to cultivate the truth, one should use the will of the Martial Saint to open up the 'Sheng', and this realm is human and immortal!"

"Human Immortal!"

Austr Yang was shocked.

At this point, the Yuan Magnetic had reached its limit. Yang Yu forced himself to hold on and landed on the barren mountain. Here, Zhang Xuanba fell and sat down, and began to talk about the essence of martial arts.

Yang Yu bowed, held the disciple's courtesy, and listened quietly.

After a long time, Zhang Xuanba sighed:

"When I was young, I thought I could do everything, but when I was old, I realized the world's things, which was really hard to be as satisfactory."

"When I was young, I was determined to save the country and the people, but I failed to do it. I promised my brothers to be prosperous and prosperous, but I couldn't do it. At the end of my life, I wanted to do something for future generations, but I still couldn't do it quickly, leaving many hidden dangers..."

In the night wind, the old man looked sad.

"You've always done a good job..."

Prison Yang looked solemn.

He is a rare person who verbally agrees to others, but at this moment, his heart is a little hot and he can't help but speak:

"Leave the rest to me..."

Looking at the boy in front of him, Zhang Xuanba looked in a moment of dazed state. He wanted to say something, but he still changed the topic:

"Your way is different from me. It would be bad if I force myself to give you this true energy... The granddaughter of Wu'an's family has understood the invincible Tiangang and is incompatible with me..."

He held on forcing his breath, handed a page of silk book to Yang Yu with great care, and completely dispersed.

"Boy Yang, please send me home..."

Feeling the dissipation of the powerful will of the vague and immortal magical realm, Yang Yu bowed sadly and said:

"yes……"

...

...

Crash!

Crash!

Crash!

A big defeat outside the mountain pass was defeated, and hundreds of thousands of Tianlang troops collapsed wildly.

The death of Nayudu and a group of senior officials caused the army that was originally temporarily pieced together by tribes of all sizes and large completely collapsed.

After 20 or 30 days in a row, the Baizhou elite cavalry was in vain, and in the end, he had to give up and return.

laugh!

With one knife, blood spurted like a pillar and the head rolled down.

On the wasteland, hundreds of chaotic soldiers knelt on the ground, their faces pale, and shivered in front of the twelve armored figures.
To be continued...