Chapter 1216 The Fruit of Martial Arts

The road to martial arts is long, and Su Zimo is only deducing the beginning.

However, this half of the "Martial Classics" has been passed down, which is equivalent to the fulfillment of his original wish!

All beings in the world, as long as they have the heart, they can practice the "Martial Classics". After the alchemy, they can choose according to their own hearts, cultivating immortals, cultivating Buddhas or cultivating demons.

All beings can practice!

This is equivalent to giving sentient beings a chance to change their own destiny.

In the face of cultivators, monsters, and many calamities, even the most ordinary mortals have a certain amount of self-preservation and are no longer mercenary.

"Brother, did you see that?"

In the stone statue cemetery, Su Zimo murmured softly. On his old face, there was a complex expression, full of emotion, regret, and longing...

"Ugh."

Su Zimo sighed deeply and said, "It's time to leave."

He still has fifty years of Yangshou left.

This little yangshou is insignificant to the Daoist Returning to the Void with a life span of five thousand years. The fire of life in his body may be extinguished at any time!

In this state, Su Zimo didn't have the slightest confidence to step into the realm of Fa Xiang.

Normally, breaking through such a big realm is extremely difficult.

Only when the cultivator's qi and blood are strong and the whole life is at the peak, can it be possible to break through successfully.

Not to mention that there are only 50 years of lifespan left, for the Void Return Daoist, once they have crossed the four thousand years old, they have already entered their old age!

After 4,000 years, if you want to break through to the realm of the Dharma, there is no one out of ten!

And Su Zimo was 4,950 years old, and he was just breathing a sigh of relief.

Right now.

The eighty-one golden figures in the sky turned into streaks of golden light, returned to the stone statue cemetery, and continued to condense in front of Su Zimo.

In the blink of an eye, these eighty-one golden villains all fused together to form a palm-sized golden sphere, radiant and dazzling!

"what is this?"

Su Zimo was slightly startled.

There was an intimacy of blood connection between him and the golden ball.

"Could it be that this is Dao Guo?"

In Su Zimo's mind, a flash of light flashed, recalling some records he saw in the ancient books at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley.

According to legend, some eminent monks who have attained the Tao will condense the essence of their life's cultivation into the fruit of the Tao before they sit, and save them in the form of relics for those who are destined.

This is a very high level!

Not to mention Su Zimo, even the ancestors of Mahayana couldn't do this!

What's even more weird is that there is a kind of life fluctuation in this golden fruit, which is not the same as the legendary Taoist fruit!

In fact, Su Zimo guessed well.

This golden fruit is the fruit of martial arts!

The normal Dao fruit condenses the essence of the practitioner's cultivation base, and contains many inheritance secrets and insights.

Such a Dao Fruit cannot have any life fluctuations.

But Su Zimo's situation is different.

This dao fruit condenses not the essence of his cultivation, but the essence of martial arts!

Not only that, in this dao fruit, it also received the blessing of a great wish, which contains the will of martial arts, and is integrated into the beliefs of all living beings!

Under the convergence of various forces, a fruit of martial arts with vitality and fluctuations is derived!

This kind of phenomenon, let alone in the Heavenly Desolate Continent, is unprecedented even in the Three Thousand Worlds!

This fruit of martial arts is considered to be out of the Three Realms and is not an outlier in the Five Elements. It is unprecedented and unprecedented!

Su Zimo looked at the golden fruit in front of him, pondered for a long time, but couldn't think of anything, so he put it into the storage bag.

Afterwards, Su Zimo walked out of the cemetery step by step, dragging his aging body.

Outside the Territory of Tribulations.

Many cultivators are gathering there, and there are many discussions.

"Huangwu should deduce martial arts in this preaching place, right?"

"It should be, the space crack here is still there."

"Strange, it's been less than fifteen years since the battle between Huangwu and Xuanyu, how could Huangwu say that he has spent nearly 5,000 years?"

These monks came not only out of their curiosity, but also by the sect behind them!

Among them, there are monks from the top ten door-to-door and major families in the Northern Territory.

Today's Su Zimo is definitely an important figure in the entire cultivation world, especially in the Northern Territory!

At the beginning, after the battle between Su Zimo and Xuan Yu, they were surrounded and killed by the fit and powerful, but they left unharmed.

All the six great masters died, and none of them were spared. This matter is still a mystery among the major door-to-door!

Sect forces such as Dragon Tiger Pavilion and Yin Guizong who had had bad relations with Su Zimo were extremely concerned about Su Zimo's situation and movements under their guilty conscience.

Just as the group of cultivators were discussing, in the Three Tribulations Domain, a figure gradually emerged. Under the blowing of the overcast wind, he was staggering and seemed to fall down at any time.

The hustle and bustle gradually quieted down.

Qun Xiu stared at it intently.

After a while, this figure gradually became clear, and it had already walked out of the Three Tribulations Domain.

This is an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face.

The old man's spine was slightly curved, and he was hunched over.

Nearly five thousand years, this thin and aging body can no longer support the worn-out blue shirt on his body!

Qun Xiu was stunned and opened his mouth slightly.

Everyone's eyes are full of incredible colors!

Is this a wild martial artist?

This is the ancient evildoer who used to be invincible, killed many titled disciples here, and looked down on the world?

Is this the peerless genius who can be reborn under the killing of the half-ancestor powerhouse?

On this old man, Qun Xiu could no longer see any figure of Su Zimo.

The former sharpness, the former vigor, and the former strength seem to have been worn away by five thousand years.

The only thing he was familiar with on this old man was the blue shirt.

The cultivators present, with just a swipe of their divine sense, can find out that Su Zimo is already at the end of his life, the oil is exhausted, and he will perish at any time!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Finally, a monk couldn't help laughing.

"Huangwu, Huangwu, you used to be powerful and invincible, and you were arrogant. I didn't expect you to be today!"

"This is retribution!"

There was jeering from the crowd.

Over the years, these so-called arrogances have been suppressed by Su Zimo so miserably!

This name has even become a nightmare in the hearts of many monks, lingering!

The titled disciples of the major super sects were all killed by Su Zimo. As long as Su Zimo lives for one day, they will always be under Su Zimo!

"Oh, what a pity."

A cultivator shook his head slightly and sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that an ancient evildoer like Huang Wu could not escape the calamity of the years."

"I don't know what he went through to end up like this."

"Buwu Cangsheng is completely against the sky, how difficult it is! Presumably this half of the "Martial Classics" has exhausted all the efforts of Huangwu!"

Some people gloat over the misfortune, some sigh with emotion, and some stand on the sidelines.

All living beings have different expressions, in Su Zimo's heart, there is no ripple in Su Zimo's heart.

Su Zimo smiled faintly and came to the space crack, without looking at the crowd, stepped into it and disappeared.