Chapter 343 Mark

"This was probably the most intense place of the Heaven-Destroying War back then."

"Many powerful human beings and ferocious demons gathered together and followed the Desolate Moon Immortal to kill them."

"But this city wall is quite tough. It actually blocked the bombardment of so many strong men."

Looking at this wall, Zhao Xinmo exclaimed.

"I wonder what the scene is like behind this huge dark wall."

Liu Yun's expression condensed.

It was in this dark giant city that Huang Yuexian perfected the forbidden art of isolating heaven and earth.

Only by entering it can one find the method to perfect the forbidden technique.

At this time, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

He quickly dodged to the left, and then saw a scorched black sword mark.

This charred sword mark seemed to sense Liu Yun's presence, and suddenly a trace of sword intent escaped.

call out!

Liu Yun seemed to see a ray of incandescent sword light coming towards him.

Before he could react, the sword light pierced his eyebrows.

next moment.

He stood there stiffly, staring at the sword mark in a daze.

not only.

Even Qing Niu was like this. His eyes gradually became hollow as he looked at the rough ax mark.

"Opportunity!"

"What a great opportunity!"

When Zhao Xinmo saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel envious.

It is clear.

These remaining traces contain a trace of true meaning.

From the current point of view, the only strong person who can leave a mark on the city wall is a strong person who can ascend to the sky.

Even Tongtian Martial Saint might not be able to leave any trace on this dark giant city.

Even after countless years of baptism and erosion.

But these marks have not been erased, and the true meaning still exists.

This true meaning will only be activated when the destined person from later generations arrives.

"Aren't you going to look for it?"

"Maybe you have one too?"

Qin Yang said

"That's right. That's right." Zhao Xinmo woke up from a dream and hurriedly walked around the huge dark wall.

To know.

This huge wall of darkness is not only tall, but also stretches for thousands of miles, with no end as far as the eye can see.

Zhao Xinmo groped along the dark wall for more than half an hour, and finally felt a ray of energy.

It was a scorched black mark, as if it were a mark caused by some kind of strong explosion.

Zhao Xinmo knew that this was the result of the talisman formation.

He hurriedly felt this ray of energy.

soon

He also entered a state similar to that of Liu Yun and Qing Niu.

The same is true for Qin Yang.

He looked at the Dragon Subduing Fist Seal, and a tyrannical figure seemed to appear in his eyes, constantly fighting with ghosts.

That figure kept using the Dragon-Subduing Divine Fist, with unparalleled power and a stern look.

Each and every terrifying ghost species was suppressed and killed by him.

And the proficiency of Dragon Subduing Divine Fist is also increasing crazily.

A few people just stayed in front of the huge dark wall.

Until one day later.

Qin Yang's eyes regained their luster.

at the same time.

A terrifying divine power spread out from his body, and even the void trembled as if it was being shaken.

Dragon Subduing Fist: Perfection (Power of One Dragon)

Before the blessing of the true meaning left behind by that fist seal, the Dragon Subduing Fist actually broke through to the state of perfection in one fell swoop.

At the moment of breakthrough.

Qin Yang felt that the strength in his arms surged, containing terrifying divine power.

It feels like you can knock down a mountain easily.

"Is this the power of a dragon?"

Qin Yang realized the magical power formed after the Dragon Subduing Divine Fist was perfected.

The power of a dragon is the power of a giant dragon.

No one knows how powerful the ancient dragon is.

It should not be difficult to move mountains and reclaim seas.

And Qin Yang now possesses such terrifying power.

"Look again. See if there is one of the Nine Swordsmen of the Wild Sea."

After Qin Yang saluted the fist seal, he also started walking around the dark wall.

He has practiced many martial arts, and maybe he can find the relevant true meaning within this dark wall.

But after searching for several days, Qin Yang still found nothing and had no choice but to give up.

And this time.

He met an old acquaintance at the city gate.

The white-browed old monk.

In addition to him, people from Tianjian Sect, Xuxian Palace, Seven Star Sect and others are also there.

These Holy Land forces gathered in front of the city gate and seemed to be discussing how to invade the dark city.

"I didn't expect the donor to arrive one step ahead of us."

The white-browed old monk saw Qin Yang and stepped forward to say hello.

"I just arrived one day early."

Qin Yang said softly.

He could feel that something was wrong with the white-browed old monk's state at this time. He seemed to have suffered some injuries. He might have experienced some battle before.

"I see."

"Donor, are you interested in coming into the city with us?"

The white-browed old monk extended an invitation.

He had seen Qin Yang's strength with his own eyes. Even though his cultivation was only to sense the Martial Saint, his combat power was extremely powerful, and he was definitely no weaker than the Martial Saint of Dharmakaya.

"Of course you can."

"But I still have a few friends who are studying the imprints of this city wall. It may take some time."

Qin Yang explained.

Liu Yun, Zhao Xinmo and others are not him and do not have proficiency panels.

If you want to understand the true meaning, I'm afraid it will take some time.

"It doesn't matter. We didn't enter the dark city so quickly."

The white-browed old monk smiled.

"Then I will wait for news from the master." Qin Yang nodded, said goodbye and left.

"Bai Mei, who is this person?" The sword-carrying old man of Tianjian Sect looked at Qin Yang's back and asked curiously.

"I met this benefactor on the road, and he helped me kill a ghost."

The old monk with white eyebrows clasped his hands together.

"No wonder you invited him to join us." The old man Tianjian nodded.

These days, they divided their troops into five groups and visited almost all of the Desolate Moon Forbidden Land.

But there are no clues about what I want to find.

The last hope is the dark city.

But no one knows the situation inside, so it would be best to have more strength.

After Jiang Sheng and others found out, they did not object.

They began to discuss how to open this huge and dark city gate in front of the city gate.

Five days later.

call out!

A shocking sword intent suddenly rose from Liu Yun's body.

This sword intent was too dazzling, as if the sky was cut off, leaving a dazzling white line.

"With this sword intent and this kind of soul fluctuation, someone has broken through to the Yuanshen Master!"

The sword-carrying old man of the Tianjian Sect was particularly keen on the sword's intention. He looked at the place where the sword's intention rose with a horrified expression.

"It should be the friend of the donor."

The white-browed old monk said softly.

He knew that it was Liu Yun who had obtained the inheritance of that divine sword.

"Master Yuan Shen is still rare among sword cultivators in ancient and modern times."

Taoist Qixingpao said in surprise.

Generally speaking, people who practice swordsmanship are warriors.

There are many sword masters who entered the Tao with swords and cultivated to the realm of martial saints.

The old man carrying the sword is one.

But when a spiritual master practices swordsmanship, he sacrifices his heart to the sword, and it requires an extremely paranoid and crazy mind to do it.

Therefore, there are very few spiritual masters who take the path of sword cultivation.

Sword cultivators who can step into the Yuanshen Realm probably have not appeared since the end of the ancient era.

Moo! ! !

The surprise of Bai Mei, the old man carrying the sword, and others had not yet passed.

They heard another terrible roar.

An evil aura suddenly rose up into the sky, turning into a demonic cloud that covered the sky and the sun.

"Such a strong demonic energy. Is there a powerful demon clan coming here?" said the middle-aged woman from Xuxian Palace.

"No. He's also a friend of the donor. He seems to be a bull demon."

The white-browed monk clasped his hands together. (End of chapter)