Modern Cultivation Record

Wulin public pavilion. …The vertex novel,

It was dark at this time, and it was dark. There are martial arts people standing by, keeping an eye on news in the martial arts.

However, at this moment, suddenly, the sky above the public pavilion was bright and radiant. In an instant, the night was falling like day and the sky was clear.

In the public pavilion, a group of martial arts figures lost their voices in horror after the sudden change.

"This, this, this, why is it suddenly dawn!"

Everyone looked up at the sky, and saw the clouds surging in the sky, the light was shining, it was spectacular!

"Look!"

Everyone saw that between the turbulent clouds, a golden dragon aura suddenly appeared, resembling a divine dragon, with a shocking aura.

Ouch! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"Ahhhh, Shenlong!"

"It's a golden dragon!"

The golden dragon leaps, the sea of ​​clouds is tumbling, and from the sea of ​​clouds, the golden light shines and shows sacredness.

Everyone felt a sacred air.

Jinlong descended.

And just above the dragon's head, is a transcendent and saintly figure, standing against the sky, proudly, like a god, the sea of ​​clouds rides on the dragon and descends.

Chanting a poem:

"Wearing six baht clothes, Yuyu hides the truth. The road to the gods is sealed in the clouds, and the purple light descends to heaven."

The extraordinary figure descends on the mortal world, with aloof tolerance.

Everyone looked,

I saw this person holding a whisk in his hand, a white vestment fluttering, moving with the wind, flowing white hair, showing a handsome and proud face, with a detached attitude, and the mark of Tai Chi on his eyebrows, revealing the sacred atmosphere.

"Hami, I saw a god." Qin Jiaoxian said in surprise.

At this time, the god-man waved the dust and saw something flying behind him, hanging in the air, golden light said.

That is a gold list, slowly opening.

The **** man continued to wave the whisk. The Qi of Qingsheng rises and falls above the gold list.

Jinbang suddenly shot out the shadow of golden characters.

God and humanity: "Hell picks the lone star, and death will eventually awaken!"

"Hammer, Lone Star, Reaper? What bowl of cakes are you now?"

Qin Jiaoxian's head was a mess.

"Is it a prophecy?"

"Is it a secret?"

At this time, Wang Zhenfei rushed to the public pavilion in time and saw the **** man who appeared. Like him, many people appeared secretly, either masters or hello.

"Who is he?"

From that **** man. Wang Zhenfei truly felt a huge and terrifying force.

What does this person want to do? What is the purpose of being here.

Although he saw the true face of the gods, Wang Zhenfei had no plans to show up. The world was unpredictable, and he didn't know what attitude the other party would have.

The gold list continued to hang in the air, and the shadow of the golden words in the sky slowly changed.

The man of God continued: "Fight against the talents, learn from the sea and make blood disaster!"

"Study the sea? Is it the boundless study of the sea? The hematopoietic disaster, is it related to the boundless study of the sea, there will be a major disaster?"

Qin Jiaoxian and others uttered a question.

"The secret of heaven is here, and it's fate!"

Finish this sentence. The **** man soared into the air, the clouds were surging, and the golden dragon leaped forward, riding it on the head. Go away from the sky.

The god-man left, the world changed again, the bright day turned back to the night, but the changes caused by the god-man had just begun to ferment.

"Hell picks the lone star. Is it referring to Hell and the lone star? No, I'm afraid Sirius is in danger."

Wang Zhenfei's expression changed, and he quickly fled away.

When Wang Zhenfei rushed to the place where Sirius and Yan Wangsuo duel. It was found that there was no one here, and both of them disappeared.

"I don't know how it will turn out, Sirius and Yan Wangsuo will live or die. Judging from the prediction of the man just now, Yan Wangsuo should have won. However, it is impossible to judge whether this prediction is accurate."

"Also, what does it mean that the **** of death finally awakens? Does it mean that the power of the **** of death will appear? It is related to the three treasures of the **** of death, and what does it have to do with it?"

Thinking of this, Wang Zhenfei couldn't help feeling a big head.

The most important thing is to find out the identity of the person who appeared on the public booth. However, he had read countless historical materials of the past martial arts, but there was no record of that person, and it was impossible to find out for a while.

...

Soon after, Wang Zhenfei received the news of Xuehai Wuya. Beichuan Fulong Qu Huaizhen went to Xuehai Wuya alone, and wanted to take Yue Lingxi away, but his strength was insufficient and he failed to do so.

This incident is very bloody, and it was caused by the love triangle between Rao Beifeng, Yue Lingxi, and Qu Huaizang. Of course, there are also various schemes of Dongfang Yi.

This invisibly can be regarded as the prediction of Xuehai's blood-making disaster.

In addition, Wang Zhenfei also received the news of Yan Wangsuo's haunt. He was not dead, so it means that Sirius may have died in his hands.

This again corrects the man's prophecy.

It didn't take long for Wang Zhenfei to get news that the well-known super master Tai Shihou was murdered, and even his head disappeared.

All signs indicate that the person who killed him was a bloodbath killer.

"The strength of the blood list killer is really terrifying. If several killers come together to deal with me, it should be very troublesome." Wang Zhenfei thought in his heart.

...

Tai Shihou’s Huaichuan hut.

Di Peng was waiting alone in the mourning hall of Tai Shihou, bored, and gradually fell asleep.

Wan Lai was silent, and the hall looked gloomy.

Suddenly, Di Peng woke up and heard countless falling leaves in his ears.

"Falling leaves? What's the matter?"

The voice of the fallen leaves is unusual, it sounds like thunder in the ears, everything looks strange.

"Could it be the return of Tai Shihou's soul, right?" Di Peng thought to himself, with a sense of fear in his heart.

The fallen leaves are bleak and the wind is bleak.

Suddenly, a heavy pedaling sound came from outside the hut, step on! tread! tread! tread! After a while, like a prelude to the death of death.

"who is it!"

Di Peng became nervous inexplicably, feeling the atmosphere unusual.

Outside the hut, the fallen leaves were flying, the paper was flying, and the sound of heavy kicking on the ground accompanied it, and there were gusts of cloudy wind and cold air.

The Ming paper fell on the ground for no reason, both turned into human forms. Ghost forest, paved a road to yellow springs.

tread! tread!

tread! tread!

A shadowy figure stepped on the Ming paper figure and jumped.

It is "Huang Quan leads the way, and the paper man sees off."

tread! tread!

tread! tread!

A certain court dress different from ordinary people shows that this person is extraordinary.

"Mo Lian Tianshou will not melt bones, and the corpse has never entered the Yellow Spring!"

The inexplicable poem title reveals this person's figure, rotten face, dry body, and lifelessness. Ghostly faint.

The wind became more stern, and the wind whistled.

The atmosphere became more eerie and terrifying, as if a song of death sounded.

At this time, the yin wind blew into the mourning hall of Taishihou, bringing inexplicable vibrations, the candlelight was extinguished, and the atmosphere was strange and gloomy. Huangquan's ghostly breath drifted in the mourning hall inexplicably.

"Ah, Oudi, what's the situation?" Di Peng hid in a corner.

tread! tread!

tread! tread!

tread! tread!

tread! tread!

The door blew open, and a figure jumped in. When the candle was extinguished, his face was clearly illuminated, and it turned out to be a rotting corpse.

The carrion looked at Di Peng in the corner and let out a breath.

Suddenly. The corpse gas sprayed out, covering the Emperor Peng.

"what!"

Di Peng fainted on the spot.

tread!

The carrion jumped onto the bed where Tai Shihou was lying.

"Get up!"

After a word, I saw the seat on the bed. Tai Shihou's headless corpse sat up abruptly, and a wave of unresolved resentment spit out from the broken head.

The carrion spread his hand, and saw a tiny coffin appear in his hand. The coffin slowly opened and aimed at Tai Shihou's corpse.

"Stop!" Qu Huaizang suddenly appeared at the door, just in time to see a weird carrion corpse trying to do something to Tai Shihou's corpse.

The seriously injured Qu Huaizang tried his best to make a move, but the carrion waved his hand gently to disperse his attack, gently exhaling the corpse, and Qu Huaizang immediately fainted.

The light shone, and the tiny coffin emitted a suction, and Tai Shihou's body turned into an invisible force in the light and entered the coffin.

"Mo Lian Tianshou will not melt bones, and the corpse has never entered the Yellow Spring!"

Huangquan led the way, Mingzhi saw him off, and the carrion left the Huaichuan hut with heavy steps.

...

"This Thunderbolt world is really weird, the space is abnormal, the time is abnormal, everything looks normal on the surface, but a closer inspection will reveal a lot of weirdness, which directly led to the chaos of the so-called martial arts world."

Wang Zhenfei sits in the Sunblind Axu Night Hall. He rarely goes out. Everything is learned from the population. The situation in the martial arts is chaotic day by day, and it is very strange. He can feel the fluctuation of space and the abnormal time. flow.

"Sunblind people, the time to join the WTO has not yet arrived. There is only one dead end when joining the World. Perhaps, only after I go further, will I have greater confidence."

Wang Zhenfei thought in his heart, and then decided to find a place to practice the Yuan Gong in his body.

Yuan Gong is derived from martial arts. The power of Yuan Gong is a special force in the world of Pili. The accumulation of martial arts is like the spiritual energy of other worlds.

However, Yuan Gong has a high level of power, and its power often has earth-shattering effects.

During this period of time, the Yuan Gong in his body reached the peak level, only one opportunity to condense the Yuan Yuan.

"Ji Yuan is the power of Yuan Gong that is condensed to the extreme. It is a quantitative change to a qualitative change. If you wait for the opportunity, then I don’t know when it will happen. But with my strength, I can hardly rely on the power of will to condense. I’m hurting a little bit. It’s just that I don’t take time."

Wang Zhenfei felt a sense of anxiety when he thought of the inexplicable sacred man who suddenly appeared on the public pavilion.

"I'm condensing Jiyuan right now, so I can perform extreme moves at any time."

Wang Zhenfei releases the brilliance of the will from the soul, and the will enters the body. With an illusory force, the vitality in the body is concentrated, and a large amount of the power of the vitality is concentrated and condensed.

I don't know how long it has passed, a breath of condensed to the extreme appeared in Wang Zhenfei's body.

In the ensuing time, the ultimate aura slowly grew, until one day, Wang Zhenfei rose up with black and red light, which represented the power of the holy demon, and there was an ultimate source of power in his body.

"Jiyuan, formed."

Once the Jiyuan is formed, the power of the Yuangong will be even greater if the Jiyuan urges the Yuan Gong.

At this moment, Wang Zhenfei can already be called a peerless master.

"Then, I should also be more active in joining the WTO. With Jiyuan, life safety is greatly guaranteed."

Asking everyone from the Sunblind tribe to practice well, Wang Zhenfei left the Hall of Axuye alone.

...

"The Three Treasures of Death, Rahu Ring Seal, Horn of Hope, the Flower of Unfolding. I have seen it, and only people with a certain life can use it. The Flower of Unfolding is on Sirius, and I don’t know where it is now. And the horn of hope is legendary that everyone can use it and make a wish to the **** of death. Then, I will go to Sumi Tathagata."

With a decision in his heart, Wang Zhen flew to Xumi Tathagata to Tibet.

Xumi Tathagata recently entered the world, and their place is where the Dragon God Dharma is located. To find them, you need to feel the breath of the Buddhist school.

One day later, Wang Zhenfei came to Xumi Tathagata.

In the time of this day, Wang Zhenfei actually didn't know how much distance he had crossed, because on the way, he found his destination easily because of the anomaly of space and the bizarre power of causality.

"Sumi Tathagata Zongkar is a master, maybe even a master, but I just want to borrow the horn of hope, Zongkar should not smash with me. But I can not directly borrow from him, these The monks are dead-headed and will not be accommodating, so they can only use it secretly."

Wang Zhenfei's will is shining brightly, restraining his breath, not revealing the slightest. Soon, he sensed the power of the **** of death and came to the Tibetan Temple of Xumi Tathagata.

The Horn of Hope was originally the Nine Commandments of Xumi Tathagata, but it was later transformed into the Horn of Hope by the God of Death. The Nine Commandments represent the supreme power of Xumi Tathagata, so it should be placed in the most important temple of Tibet. Meaningful.

Sneaking into the Tibetan Dharma Hall, Wang Zhenfei avoided the special restraining force, picked up the horn of hope, and blew it directly.

Wuwuwuwuwuwu! ! ! ! !

The sound of the horn of hope sounded and spread throughout the entire Xumi Tathagata.

"not good!"

Zongkar was practising the Dharma. Hearing the voice of the nine demon's orders, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurried toward the Tibetan Dharma Hall.

However, after blowing the horn of hope, Wang Zhenfei has been brought into a wonderful place by the power of death.

The gloomy sky is like the end of the day, and the dead river is as calm as the face. A small boat is leaning on the shore, and a woman in a bride's red robe, with a white face and red makeup, and a phoenix crown, is waiting on the boat with a ghost lantern.

"Who is blowing the horn of hope~www.wuxiaspot.com~ please get on board." She has bones and skeletons with both hands, and she exudes a terrifying death chill.

Without any fear, Wang Zhenfei got into the boat directly, and then the boat thought about rowing across the bank.

"Here, there is a breath of doomsday." Wang Zhenfei said.

"This place is the Temple of Doom, where the Death God is." The red robe woman replied.

"That's it."

The boat slowly approached, and there was a pavilion on the opposite side of the shore. In the pavilion was sitting a mysterious man in a black robe.

Could he be the **** of death?

As the boat docked, Wang Zhenfei came to the mysterious man.

"Poor man, what do you want? I can satisfy you with everything." Death said.

As soon as the **** of death spoke, Wang Zhenfei's willpower realized that it was not the real **** of death, but just a little soul power left by the **** of death. (To be continued...)