Invincible from a hundredfold talent

Fighting intent is not the inheritance of martial arts!

It is impossible to inherit the fighting spirit of a saint without a matching will!

Hongsheng is unwilling!

I want to pass on the fighting spirit and continue to fight with the human race!

A person with such a strong fighting spirit!

Very difficult to be born!

Hundreds of years ago, Hong Sheng's countless attempts failed, and now there is only the last remaining ray of fighting spirit, which will die out in a short time. How can I find it in such a hurry?

Yu Sheng glanced at him, and the voice continued.

"It's been a hundred years. I didn't expect his obsession to be so deep. After his fighting spirit recovered, he would still think about it. I don't know how many people will be killed this time!"

Lu Li didn't speak.

Yu Sheng is merciful!

I don't want any more martial arts people to be killed or injured because of this matter!

But in fact, as long as a person with enough fighting spirit is found, Hongsheng's fighting spirit can be passed on. This process may hurt many people, but facing the fierce beasts that are approaching every step of the way, this extraordinary thing should be done.

Even if there are hundreds or thousands of martial arts masters!

It's also not as good as a peerless general who has inherited Hong Sheng's fighting spirit!

Not to mention life and death conceited!

A saint's inheritance of fighting spirit!

As long as the news spreads, there will be countless martial arts masters, just like those martial arts masters who flew moths to the flame a hundred years ago, without any psychological burden at all.

"You can harden your heart."

Yusheng seemed to have seen Lu Li's thoughts, and sighed again: "Maybe like you and Hongsheng, it is more suitable to lead the human race to become stronger."

"Sage Yu was joking." Lu Li smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Haha."

Yusheng also chuckled twice.

"Let's stop this matter. Brother Mu's fighting spirit has already escaped. It's too late to stop it now. I don't have much time left. You go to the deepest part of this secret place. If it's you , may be able to get the biggest chance."

The voice was vague.

Constantly echoing in the air.

But before it fell, Yusheng's illusory figure disappeared completely.

Lu Li's chest.

The golden light that Qianwang Wushuangling had bloomed quickly faded away.

"The deepest part?"

Lu Li's gaze turned, and he looked at the deepest part of the secret place again.

What the hell is hiding there?

To make Yusheng personally remind him!

Lu Li didn't hesitate.

Dodge and go there.

After the turmoil of Hongsheng's remnant soul just now, he is almost the only one left here, and all the crises have dissipated. No matter where there is something hidden, just go and see.

After a few minutes.

Lu Li reached the deepest part of the secret place as quickly as possible.

Compared with the outside!

The sky is even darker here!

The dimness is not like the real space, the ups and downs of the turbid air permeate the area for hundreds of miles, making this place completely silent, and there is nothing left to survive.

Lu Li's figure appeared.

Walking among them, he grasped a wisp of turbid air in his hand.

In an instant!

The power of Wanjun appeared.

The turbid air seemed to crush the world, and Lu Li couldn't hold it with all his strength. Even the five source cells in his body were still trembling, trying to escape quickly.

"This is"

Lu Li let go of the turbid air.

Even if a thousand times of talent is pushed to the extreme, it is impossible to deduce the origin of this turbid air.

"What a terrible turbid air, is this the place of opportunity that Saint Yu said?"

Lu Li pondered twice.

Although this place is extremely weird, it is in the deepest part of this place of glory. Every time it is opened, many people must come, but it has never been heard that anyone died here.

not to mention!

This place was suggested by Yusheng himself, and there would be no great danger.

Think so.

Lu Li continued to walk forward.

Soon, they came to the core of the Land of Hundred Miles.

There was a half-foot-long remnant stele erected there, and the half-meter-long remnant stele was covered in pitch black, and the turbid air around it became more intense, overflowing gradually, as if all the turbid air in this space started from it!

Not only that!

Under the cover of that turbid air!