Chapter 1326: Martial Arts ‘Path to Immortality’? (Long Chapter, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote)

The wind blew a little bit on the barren hills.

He Ao stood on the top of the mountain, lowered his head, and looked at the scene below.

Two wide rivers, one from the west and one from the north, flowed out of the mountains, nourishing the fertile trumpet-shaped land.

This land extended to the east and turned into an endless plain.

And in the center of this trumpet, where the two rivers were close, a magnificent city stood there.

The two rivers flowed in from the west and north sides of the city, filling the water of the moat, and then flowed out from the east.

This huge city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, stood on this fertile land, but at this moment, the city had turned into absolute silence.

Looking around the city, you can vaguely see collapsed houses and farmlands occupied by weeds and trees, and between these farmlands are wide and hard "roads" that pass through weeds and trees.

These roads were once compacted so solidly that they were as hard as concrete. After so many years, only a few plants have taken root and sprouted from them, which makes it still maintain the shape of a wide road.

This was once a fertile land with thousands of miles of land, supporting countless lives.

But now, there is only desolation and desolation, only the sound of wind blowing trees and grass, with a rustling sound, chanting an ancient elegy.

He Ao glanced at his palm and looked at the huge city under his feet again.

At this moment, he was in the Trapped Life Plate, and this time, he refreshed to the vicinity of this huge city.

The scale of this city is far greater than the city that He Ao had seen in the Trapped Life Plate before, and it is beyond He Ao's understanding of ancient cities. It is even close to the size of a modern medium-sized city.

Its walls stand tall, surrounding this vast city.

He Ao can almost imagine that millions of people live in this city.

Looking from a high place, the city is square, with obvious distinctions between the outer city, the inner city, and the palace city.

This seems to be a city similar to a ‘capital city’.

But even if it is a ‘capital city’, it requires huge productivity and transportation capacity to feed such a large city and so many citizens who are separated from agricultural production.

Obviously, this city does not have the technology to directly absorb carbon dioxide from the air to synthesize organic matter like the food factory in the copy world.

Is this the ‘martial arts civilization’?

He Ao stood on the top of the mountain, looked at the city in front of him, and jumped.

The wind blew past his ears, bringing a whistling sound.

Soon, his body passed the 100-meter-high city wall and entered the city behind.

Boom——

Then accompanied by violent smoke and roaring loud noises, he smashed directly into the main road of the city.

Then he slowly got up, and with the dissipating smoke, he looked at the surrounding scene.

This main road is unusually wide, about the level of eight lanes in both directions, and the remains of houses on both sides are almost all shops and lofts.

When he looked at it on the mountain just now, he could see that this city had a very regular shape.

A city that grows and widens naturally will not grow like this. Only a city that is newly built from scratch can present such rules.

This city may have used some more advanced construction methods, and many of the buildings inside have structures similar to concrete and bricks.

This has led to the preservation of its buildings being much better than the city that Howe saw for the first time.

However, no matter how glorious the city is, at this moment, there is only a dead silence.

Civilization has long been dead, and only tombstones are left.

As Howe walked forward, he quietly scanned the collapsed stone walls around him.

The further in, the thicker these stone walls are, and the more intact they are.

The walls of the inner city and the palace are also well preserved.

After passing through the half-broken inner city gate, the original outline of the surrounding buildings can be vaguely seen.

At this time, Howe stopped and looked at the stone buildings.

There are still some scarlet spots on these gray and white buildings that have obvious signs of weathering.

He Ao moved closer to his body, raised his hand, and brushed over the scarlet spots.

It was blood stains.

He raised his head and looked at the stone wall in front of him, which had become streamlined due to weathering.

If there were still blood stains at this point, how much blood should have been stained on this wall.

He Ao raised his head and looked to the other side.

The wall across the street was also covered with scarlet spots.

Along the extension of the street, the scarlet spots were densely distributed on the walls of the entire street.

He Ao quickly left the main road and entered the side road.

The buildings distributed along these side roads were also more or less covered with these spots.

Seeing this, He Ao did not continue to walk forward, but immediately retreated back to the outer city, back to the walls that had mostly collapsed and were severely weathered.

In the cracks of these walls, you can vaguely see scarlet spots that have not been completely "erased" by time.

Blood stains only appear when people are killed.

There was once a huge massacre that reached this magnificent city.

Will there be a killing process when the gods destroy the world?

From the city he saw for the first time, with the power of the gods, destruction may be a matter of a moment.

Is this something generated after the system repaired the Life Trapped Disk, or is it the "relics" that the Life Trapped Disk originally preserved?

The system should not randomly generate inexplicable things.

He Ao raised his head and followed this wide main road, looking through the gate of the inner city and directly to the closed gate of the palace city.

This city should have existed in the remains of the Life Trapped Disk.

Is it a war? Or?

Thinking of this, he raised his feet and walked straight forward.

This time, he did not look carefully, but quickly passed through the gate of the inner city like a phantom, passed through the entire inner city covered with crimson spots, and arrived in front of the gate of the palace city.

He raised his head, took a look at the more than ten meters high, somewhat decayed city gate, and slapped it with one palm.

Boom——

Accompanied by a loud roar, the entire city gate suddenly exploded, flew backwards, and hit the buildings on both sides.

He Ao raised his head and looked to both sides.

The construction method used in the palace city is more advanced than that in the inner city, and the buildings inside are more intact.

The blood stains on the buildings are also more obvious.

There are also some metal weapons and armors with their handles wiped off scattered on the ground.

He Ao realized what had happened in the city.

A massacre, a bloody, indiscriminate massacre.

From the outer city to the palace city, regardless of high or low, everyone is equal in front of this terrifying butcher knife.

Massacre.

This doesn't seem like something a prosperous civilization would do.

Moreover, the ancient massacre stories that He Ao had heard of were generally massacres of small cities. Massacres of a large city like the capital were a bit too outrageous.

Millions of people, just lay down their weapons and let you massacre them, this is not a sacrifice to the evil god-

Thinking of this, He Ao paused.

He looked at the prosperous buildings around him.

Martial arts civilization is also an extraordinary civilization. He has not been exposed to it, so it may not be absent.

While thinking, he raised his feet and quickly moved forward to the deepest part of the palace city.

That massacre that destroyed everything should have happened before the gods destroyed the world.

Because if the time is extended a little longer, even if there has been a bloody massacre here, given the geographical conditions of this city, new people will pour in, they will clear the traces of the massacre and rebuild the city.

These blood stains are so well preserved, it is only possible that the city was "sealed forever" after the massacre.

It is even possible that the world was destroyed just after the massacre.

After passing through a towering palace that seems to be used for meetings and discussions, He Ao entered what seems to be the "harem" of this palace city.

Here, scattered weapons and armors are almost densely packed all over the ground, and they are all shining with dazzling luster.

Judging from the gloss and completeness of many of them, they are at least C-level armors.

And most of these armors are tilted in one direction, the deepest part of the entire palace city.

It's not that the people of this city didn't try to fight back, but they failed.

There are armors in the palace city, but not outside.

Did the disaster start from the palace city?

He Ao's eyes swept over these armors, and he quickly moved forward along the direction where these armors fell.

As he went deeper and deeper, the armors around him became more and more sophisticated.

Until he reached the deepest part of the palace city, there was a not very wide "sunken square", behind which stood a loft that seemed to be a library.

The deepest part of the harem is the Sutra Library, right?

Please collect books!

Very good, this is very martial arts civilization.

He Ao stepped on the stairs one by one and stepped into the square.

There were very few armors that fell in the square, only about five sets, along with five different weapons: swords, guns, sticks, and axes.

These armors were broken in different directions, and these five sets of armor and their paired weapons were all B-level strength armors.

There were not many of these armors in the mountain of corpses piled with silver swords that He Ao saw in the previous scene.

Judging from the postures of these armors, they were all defeated.

And in the center of these armors, in front of the loft that seemed to be a library, there was a shadow left.

That seemed to be the enemy that these armor masters had fought against.

The shadow did not cover a large area, and the owner of the shadow should have been standing when he left it.

He Ao walked in front of the shadow and reached out to touch it.

An orange-gray look flashed across his eyes.

There were still extremely subtle brilliances in the void, symbolizing the extraordinary, but the owner of this brilliance had long been wiped out from the world, and not even a trace of residual soul was left.

He Ao swept the surrounding armor and prosperous palaces.

At the moment of the destruction of the world, the emperors, generals, and martial arts giants were nothing but dust in the eyes of the gods.

He Ao passed the shadow and walked into the "library" at the back.

The library was empty, and there were still traces of wooden products on the ground.

The only thing that still existed in the entire library was a stone tablet facing the gate, the lower half of which was broken, leaving only the upper half leaning against the stone wall.

There may have been densely packed bookshelves here, but now they have turned into dust under the hands of time.

He Ao's eyes returned to the stone tablet and looked at the content on the stone tablet.

Although the stone tablet was only half, it still showed a complete set of "picture" system.

It's just that this picture is different from the "practice method" that He Ou had seen before. It did not depict the actions of practice.

Instead, it depicts another thing.

That is 'killing'.

The villain in the picture has been killing people in different ways. After killing the last person, a lot of things that seem to be blood and souls appeared in front of him.

He devoted these things to some specially mixed with the "Flame" that was mixed with 'water ", and then obtained a' elixir '.

He took the elixir, and then he died.

But this picture is not over. In the next picture, another 'villain' was pulled out of this corpse, ‘death and resurrection’, and it was suspended in the air.

The villain depicted in the end of the picture is not the same as the previous villain. He hangs in the air in the air, and it seems to have a slight "glory" around him.

Below the entire picture, there is a picture that seems to be text.

He Ao didn't know those words, but through what he saw and heard in this city, he vaguely understood the content to be expressed in the picture.

After the killing, take their blood and spirit, make a certain drug, take this drug, and reach the suspected next state after death.

At this moment, a word emerged in He Ao's mind,

‘Killing alchemy, corpse dispelled into immortal. ‘

After a brief silence, he turned around and went straight out of this library.

He looked up at the sky.

This may be a martial arts road explored in this world.

But this does not seem to be the kind he wants to find.

However, from the perspective of the silver sword, there may be more than one.

With a sigh, He'ao sank deep consciousness into the world, and began to engrave the control law.

Soon, he was kicked out again.

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The vague scene emerged in his vision. He looked at the washbasin in the toilet in front of him, opened the faucet, washed his hands, and looked up at himself in the washbasin.

In fact, it was surprising that he could return to the plane after he entered the disk from the mobile plane.

Although it was a fateful disk that had been explored after this condition, this still made him a little 'novel.

The "entry and exit" calibration of the dying disk does not seem to be a certain space point.

But right, the opponents of the earth are still, and they are moving relative to the universe.

If the time and space point is calibrated, every time Heao enters, he should be thrown directly into the universe.

He felt the connection on his hand. After the "portrayal" just now, his mastery of the dying disk increased another degree.

Now, he seems to be able to bring ‘people’ or ‘things’ to enter the desperate disk.

However, whether it is a person or a matter, its energy strength, or the extraordinary level cannot be too high, otherwise it will not be brought in, but it will be injured by the anti -dying disk.

Let go of the faucet again, rushed his face, Heo straightened up, and blow dry the water on his hand.

Then he turned around and opened the door.

"He Min, you finally come out."

The stewardess standing at the door glanced at He Ao, and said with some concerns.

Although Heao had already said before entering, he might stay inside for a long time, but this time seemed a bit too long, and the whole journey was inside.

"It's okay, a little normal, I don't have anything to do even if I sit on the aircraft wing now,"

He Ao shook his head with a smile, and sat back to the aircraft seat, touched the things in his pocket, and asked gently, "How long will we have?"

"We have arrived at our destination, at most fifteen minutes, we can land at Beidu Airport."

The pilot answered quickly.

"OK, thanks."

He Ao turned his eyes, looked at the Liuyun outside the window, and then looked back, looking at the Ying Ying who was wearing a blanket aside, and he was sleeping.

Without the Virola, it is really inconvenient.

After the survey at the end of the west capital, he directly asked the Virla back to return himself back to Dongdu.

Then he left enough angel energy for the Virola to let it go to the ruins again. This was the case of ‘Hao Yi’.

However, some of the expected situations had to temporarily take a plane to North Du.

And when he thought flickering, his phone ringing sounded, and the call was Wu Ganglie.

He Ao answered the phone, and an inquiry came quickly.

"He Ao, how long will you have?"

"Land in ten minutes." He Ao glanced out of the window and replied quickly, "How is your side?"

"There is no clue," sighed there, "Come here as soon as possible, I don't know what Lao Liu encountered before leaving these things."

"good."

He Ao nodded gently, his eyes looked down, looking at the items he had just put on the desktop.

It was a somewhat old black notebook.

Four thousand and six hundred words, ask for a ticket.