Chapter 1214 Half of the Martial Arts Classics Spread to the World
Su Zimo opened his eyes, and a trace of vicissitudes passed through the depths of his eyes.
More than 4,000 years, day after day, year after year, this is a great torment for anyone!
On this road, there is no one to accompany, lonely and dark, no light can be seen.
I don't even know where the end is.
If it was someone else, the spirit could not bear it for a long time, and it had collapsed.
And Su Zimo's Dao Heart established here is hard to shake, and only after passing the test of the Three Tribulations Domain can he persist until now!
Even so, his Dao heart was a little shaken.
For more than 4,000 years, the deduction of martial arts was still fruitless.
Su Zimo already felt that he was infinitely close to the ultimate mystery, but after all, he was still one step short.
The distance of this step may be insurmountable!
Of course, there is another possibility.
It was the direction he chose to deduce, which was wrong from the very beginning.
Deduce an avenue, starting from zero, it is like a point that can spread infinitely around, there are endless possibilities!
If you are wrong at the beginning, you will always be wrong, and you will be farther and farther from the end.
There was a gentle breeze, and a few strands of gray hair brushed in front of him.
Su Zimo pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed.
His life span is running out.
At most, there are only seven hundred years left!
At this time, if he leaves the preaching place and returns to the Heavenly Desolate Continent, he still has the confidence to step into the realm of the law in one fell swoop.
But in this way, the various insights and inspirations formed in his mind over the years are likely to dissipate along with them, and he can only start all over again.
At that time, it will take another four thousand years?
In four thousand years, how many vicissitudes of change will happen in the Heavenly Desolate Continent?
He can't wait, and neither can his old friends and relatives!
What's more, the difficulties he will face will be even greater if he starts the game again!
He had a hunch that if he left this time, he would never have the chance to perform martial arts!
Su Zimo turned his eyes slightly, looked at the more than 30 stone statues around him, and said softly, "Seniors, rest assured, I will stay here. Even if I fail, I will live up to my faith and my seniors' expectations!"
He is ready for Qinglian's real martyrdom!
Su Zimo closed his eyes again and continued the deduction.
Time is still passing fast.
Su Zimo's lifespan is getting less and less!
six hundred years.
Five hundred years.
Four hundred years...
His face was no longer shiny, full of wrinkles and extremely old.
Even if his physical body is the real body of Qinglian, at this time, his blood has begun to decline, his beard and hair are gray, and his body is filled with the twilight energy.
Su Zimo still didn't get up.
Soon, his lifespan will only be two hundred years left.
He has reached four thousand eight hundred years old!
suddenly!
Su Zimo was shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes, a dazzling look flashed across the already turbid eyes!
done!
Many mysterious scriptures reverberated in his mind, and gradually condensed a great road, which became clearer and clearer!
At this moment, a mysterious power surrounds him.
Not spiritual power, not mana, not supernatural power.
It's just that this power is still somewhat disintegrated and not solidified.
Su Zimo didn't get up in a hurry, closed his eyes, and continued the deduction!
Martial arts is just a beginning, and there are still many loopholes and flaws. He must continue to deduce and make up for these loopholes and flaws.
Years go by.
Su Zimo's lifespan is running out!
Time is running out!
Before he knew it, his lifespan was only a hundred years left!
In all fairness, the lifespan of less than a hundred years is already exhausted.
In such a state, it is extremely dangerous to deduce martial arts like him, and he may fall at any time!
But Su Zimo still didn't stop his deduction!
Finally, with only fifty years left in his life, he opened his eyes again.
Su Zimo got up slowly, and finally showed a smile from his heart on his old face.
Beside him, that mysterious power has manifested, forming huge golden characters, a total of eighty-one, surging with a surging, unstoppable breath and will!
This is the breath of martial arts!
This is the will of martial arts!
Martial arts, is brave and diligent, is to point directly to the heart, is the pleasure of grace and hatred!
Martial arts, it is unyielding, it is resistance, it is the great spirit of thousands of people who go to me!
The process of deducing martial arts is itself the embodiment of martial arts!
Su Zimo sighed with emotion, looked at the many golden characters around him, and murmured softly, "Go, let the world see it!"
Eighty-one huge golden characters, as if possessing spirituality, soared into the sky!
The preaching place is originally a world of its own, isolated from the outside world.
But at this time, this space could not stop the eighty-one golden characters, and they were knocked to pieces, and the world shook!
Eighty-one golden characters descended on the sky of the Heavenly Desolate Continent!
At this moment, whether it is a mortal or a cultivator.
Whether it is Xianmen, Buddhism or Demons.
Whether it is the monster clan or the nine fierce clans.
All the creatures of all races on the Heavenly Desolate Continent noticed the 81 golden characters on the top of their heads!
The world shakes!
"what is this?"
"Could it be the movement made by the great ancestor of Mahayana?"
"It seems to have come from the place of preaching!"
On the Heavenly Desolate Continent, it was boiling.
Many mortals did not know why, and they knelt down and prayed, for fear of disaster.
"I am a barren martial artist. After nearly five thousand years, I finally got half of the "Martial Classics", so that all people in the world can practice and become immortals!"
At this moment, an old voice spread out from the air.
In the stone statue cemetery, Su Zimo only whispered, but his voice, under the blessing of eighty-one golden characters, spread throughout the eight wastelands!
Bailian Gate.
One after another figure broke through the cave and descended into the air.
The person at the head is the great power of Bailianmen!
"This is……"
Jihuo Da Neng looked shocked, looked at the sky in disbelief, trembling all over, "Could it be that Zimo has successfully established his way?"
Misty Peak.
Old Xianhe, Nianqi and many other sect monks also appeared at the same time and looked up.
"Young Master has succeeded!"
Nian Qi clenched his fists and looked happy.
In the Great Zhou Palace.
Ji Yaoxue and Xiao Ning stood side by side, looking excited.
Pingyang Town.
Taoyao stood in the courtyard, tilted her head and blinked her big eyes, thinking, "So, the son is coming back?"
"Who is Kuangwu?"
Many mortals in Pingyang Town asked curiously.
"I heard that Huang Wu is the second son of Su in our town!"
"Ah, it's him!"
"Second Young Master Su, is this for us mortals to be able to practice?"
"Quick, write it down!"
Many mortals stared at the eighty-one golden characters in the air.
At the same time, the combined powers of the major super sects, fairy sects, Buddhist sects, and demon sects have left the customs one after another, and even many semi-ancestral powerhouses have appeared!
"Desolate Martial Path, Buwu Common People!"
"Could it be that this kind of masterpiece was actually completed by a junior?"
Some were shocked, some doubted.
On the Mysterious Palace.
A slightly fat Taoist danced and shouted excitedly: "Old man, come out and see, Brother Su succeeded!"
"Stop arguing, I'm watching."
In the void, a figure appeared and gradually solidified.
The old man wore a Confucian crown on his head and held a folding fan in his hand, with a solemn expression, looking at the golden characters in the sky, and said solemnly: "If this half of the "Wu Jing" is really like what Huang Wu said, this is the blessing of the common people. , the supreme merit of immortality!"