The gray ghost world is filled with cold and cold at all times.

"The cliff of the world, the road to the sky!"

When the Sword Saint personally spoke these eight characters, Wang Ce's heart and bones seemed to be eroded by the cold and cold. His complexion changed in an instant, and he was shocked! []

These eight characters are exactly part of the text hidden in the Martial God Scroll. So far, Wang Ce has discovered that only his own blood can make the text above appear.

"These eight words are circulated by the three great martial gods in person, and it is said to contain great secrets." The sword saint narrowed his voice like a sword: "It is said that if he can come to the cliff of the world, he can find an opportunity to become a martial god."

Wang Ce's sweat almost wet his whole body. He heard this and his heart moved: "So, what does the road to heaven mean?" Di Mian and Sword Saint shook their heads and expressed their ignorance.

The top of the Martial God, the cliff of the world. This is exactly in line with the Sword Saint's statement. Maybe it is a place where the Martial God can break through.

He happened to know that there was another sentence in another book of the Martial God Book, "The way of mythology is to connect to the sky...". But what does this mean?

The Sword Saint shook his head slowly and said with a strange expression: "Although this sentence is spread by the God of Martial Arts, it is actually little known. It was told when Lao Mian accidentally saved a descendant of a saint." Di Mian nodded.

Wang Ce smacked his lips. It is said that one of the three great martial gods was dead hundreds of years ago. Although the descendants of the saints founded the Academy of the Scholars, they later began to have nothing to do with the Academy of the Scholars because they embarked on the path of martial arts.

Later, there was no news about the descendants of the saints. Many people believe that the descendants of the saints may have been cut off. The experience of the Imperial Mill seems to prove that the descendants of the saints still exist.

Di Mian was about to say something beside him, but Wang Ce suddenly felt aroused: "What did the descendants of the saint say at that time?"

Di Mian shook his head: "I just saved people at that time, and then I realized that the other party was a descendant of a saint. I didn't ask anything..." After a pause, his brow moved: "Yes, I remembered. He said something. I remember that the descendant of the saint claimed that he was chased because he married a descendant of a certain martial god."

Wang Ce almost jumped up, smoothed his forehead and frowned, and a huge wave was stirred up in his heart. If nothing unexpected happened, the descendants of the God of War were the only ones with the surname Gu and the surname Lian. Who would the descendants of the saint marry?

Two of the three descendants of the God of Martial God were secretly killed by various troops and were desperate. One of them might be cut off because of this, but the other one with the surname Lian was probably very small.

What about the surname Gu?

The Gu family is a descendant of the ancient martial god, who lived in seclusion in Dongzhou, which is the current Northern Tang Dynasty.

The Northern Tang Dynasty was founded by the betrayal of the Gu family slaves. The Gu family was forced to flee, but there were still hidden forces like Zuo Ru in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

After careful consideration, Wang Ce felt a strong uneasy for no reason, and then a creepy scent. He seemed to vaguely see something chilling.

Wang Ce was thinking quickly. The God of Martial Arts intends to create immortal birds and cultivate the Human Emperor? What is the purpose of it? Is it to absorb the vitality of the Human Emperor?

Thinking of what Brother Cialis said that day, Wang Ce's voice suddenly became hoarse without realizing it: "I heard that the Gods's grace association has already hooked up with the 'God' and... the Gods will descend to the Nine Continents again."

The Sword Saint and Rumien were shocked and looked at each other, full of doubts: "Are we guessed wrong?"

Is the God of Martial Arts cultivating the Human Emperor for the sake of the coming gods?

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and looked at the battlefield, but his heart floated to an unknown place.

Lao Gu, you haven’t shown up for a long time, do you have something to do? Or, you are arrested by someone, such as... Gu Bo!

Wang Ce lowered his head, and a faint cold light appeared in his eyes.

The battle on the battlefield is at its most intense.

Di Mian and Wang Ce each fell into deep thoughts first, and after a long time, they came back to their senses. There were too many clues and too many information, and they were confused and their thoughts were extremely confused. Even Wang Ce could not make sense for a while.

The Sword Saint and Makino looked at each other, and there were still many problems, but at this moment, they suddenly felt unhappy: "Forget it. We each have disciples or descendants. We will summon people to serve Beice House."

Wang Ce’s kindness thanks was not surprising. After living for so many years, the Eight Martial Emperors could not be all bachelors, and there will be descendants more or less. Of course, it is hard to say whether the descendants are competing for success or not.

"Lao Mian helped establish two countries in the past. Although they were small countries, they were all in Beizhou for containment." Jing Thorn smiled and said, "As long as Beice Prefecture is willing to ensure the safety and status of the other party, Lao Mian will help you convince the two countries to surrender."

Di Mian smiled and pointed at Jingtiao: "You go find him to ask for someone. He has a disciple who is exactly the same, and he is now in Louwailou. Then his disciple has the cultivation of Wuzong..." He looked at Jingtiao to confirm: "Old Jing's disciples are not good at assassination."

Jingtie spat the Emperor Mian, took a booklet from his arms, and handed it to Wang Ce solemnly: "This is what I have learned in my life, and I also have some martial arts experience. You might as well practice it, which will also help you understand the realm."

"If you really don't like anything, it won't matter if you want to teach others in the future. You just think it's my generation passed down from generation to generation." Jingtie laughed at himself: "We are so naked, so we just go naked, and there are not many things to pay attention to."

Wang Ce did not dare to have a slight joke and bowed to Jingtie carefully: "Thank you, Emperor Jingwu!"

The Sword Saint and Muye sighed and each took out a booklet!" Here is what we have learned in our respective lives. If you use them to comprehend and practice, you will think that some of them will be helpful to you."

"But I hope that you can break through the realm of the Martial Emperor early, that's a good idea." A little hesitated, the Sword Saint and Muye said again: "It doesn't matter if you want to use it for others to learn."

"Old Jing makes sense. He is originally naked, and everything is external. If you spread it, it can be regarded as the martial arts inheritance of me and others."

Seeing the four martial emperors looking at life and death indifferently, Wang Ce was shocked and once again gave great gifts to the Sword Saint and Muye: "Thank you Senior Shen, thank you Senior Mu!"

Three or five years later, the eight great martial emperors will embark on a path of no return. From the moment Di Mian told them about this, it was clear from the moment they joined Di Mian that this must be a path of no return.

Questioning the God of Martial Arts, or even fighting the God of Martial Arts, is destined to be dead and lifeless.

If there were two or three supreme martial emperors, there might be a glimmer of hope, but it would be like a life of death.

However, Wang Ce respected them because they knew they were dead, but they still decided to die. They respected them even more. The Eight Martial Emperors were determined to die for selfishness, but for the sake of warriors and Jiuzhou.

Three batches of Emperor Wu have been buried in the past thousand years. It is said by word of mouth that they should keep their responsibilities in their hearts. The eight emperors are the fourth generation.

Is this great? Wang Ce didn't know, but he saw the eight martial emperors' unyielding spirit, and his tragic heroic spirit.

More than a dozen literati with elegant temperament... came outside the Sin City in dust.

Riding on the horse, a beautiful literati in the lead sighed: "If it weren't the New Year, no one would have thought that the famous Beice Mansion would be born in this unparalleled land."

A scholar beside him seemed to be Yuan Zhen. He sighed with sighs: "Yes, before the Immortal Bird Storm a few years ago, who would have thought that today's troubled times really affected too many innocent people."

"Eight years ago, Emperor Gouluo suddenly became a new army in his demotion to the prefecture and established himself. Li Qingzhou ordered the imperial prefecture to become king. From then on, several unparalleled lands have become kings. Others are just some people who want to be quick."

"There are actually the only ones that have power in the Borderless Lands of Jiuzhou." Yuan Zhen suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Shen, what do you think?"

Song Shenzhi smiled and said, "When the emperor was demoted to be unable to go through the road. The imperial state itself has a great influence. With the appeal of Li Qingzhou, the martial artists from all over the country went to join him. However, the imperial state is in Zhongzhou, which is a congenital deficit."

"Not to mention Dizhou, even Beice Prefecture, I'm afraid it will be getting narrower and narrower on this road."

Song Shenzhi said lightly, but said the world in a few words, and his eyes suddenly became narrow: "Unless, it will be incorporated into the Northern Tang Dynasty."

Cui Yan accompanied him silently, and Song Shenzhi looked back: "Cui Yan, although you have asked Wang Ce, you don't mind the people from my school of various schools coming here. However, please be careful in your words and actions!" The latter sentence was said to others.

Song Shenzhi laughed and said, "From the rumors, Wang Ce is not a good person."

The person who was in the news was about to come hurriedly and whispered a few words. Song Shenyi's travelers immediately cheered up and saw Dai Lin and Tai Xu and other civil servants led by Liu Wuxia, who came over one after another.

Liu Wuxia was about to express her welcome when suddenly a breath in the city of Sin suddenly expanded and spread fiercely. It seemed like a hurricane transiting silently turned into ripples and hit them, but it seemed like a muffled thunder was blowing in everyone's ears.

"What's wrong?" Song Shenzhi and others changed their faces.

Song Yunxian, who was Liu Wuxia's personal bodyguard, looked at somewhere in the sky with hesitation, sensing the terrifying momentum that soared into the sky: "It seems that a certain martial emperor is breaking through?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuqueer and Wu Qizi soared into the sky in a house in the city, and the surprises turned into lightning and rushed to a place in the city: "Has the old minutes been broken?"

As he flew to the house where Ji Qianbai was staying, he was nearly a hundred feet away. Wu Qizi took the lead to a terrifying force that could almost crush flesh and blood, making the air as heavy as if it was filled with lead.

Zhuqueer and his wife were despised and looked at each other solemnly: "The people nearby... are not good, save people quickly." The two of them rushed through the radius of a hundred feet, shouting loudly, allowing the residents of this area to leave one after another.

In the courtyard, Ji Qianbai's eyes were deeply fixed on the Martial God Scroll, his eyes changed like a starry sky, and his mind was completely addicted to it. Suddenly, his breath spread and stirred between heaven and earth.

The breath becomes more and more concise.

After Zhuqueer and his wife drove all the civilians away, Ji Qianbai suddenly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light shone brightly, and the aggressive aura was like a ripples of water, which naturally roared and shaking with him as the center!

"Stop it!" Zhuqueer and his wife each occupied one position, their breath swelled, and the Qi burst silently, forming a wall of Qi.

Ji Qianbai broke through and suddenly burst out and leaked the energy that was exposed, just like a shock wave. In a blink of an eye, countless flowers, plants, trees and buildings within a radius of fifty feet were all impacted by the energy and turned into ashes in the sky.
Chapter completed!