Heroic Spirit: All My Past Lives Were Summoned By My Daughter

Chapter 107: Inheriting the Immortal Martial Path, He is the Martial Ancestor! (asking for monthly ticket)

 Lingzhou, Tianmo Gate.

 The Demon Emperor opened his eyes at the same time.

 At the edge of Lingzhou, there was also an overwhelming black fog, as well as the low roar of ancient ferocious beasts.

 “Where are the disciples?”

 Shen Changqing stood up slowly, his demonic aura overwhelming Bahuang.

 In an instant, as he woke up.

 Throughout the wasteland territory, countless demons are raising their heads at this moment.

 “We are all here!”

The resounding response echoed throughout the sky and the universe.

The figures of the demons are reflected in every corner of the earth, and the darkness is countless.

 There is a very powerful aura lingering around them.

Shockingly, they all gave up cultivating immortals and turned to martial arts!

 After eight hundred years of layout and dormancy, a large number of martial saints were born here.

There are even two who have reached the Martial God realm!

“What should we do if a strange continent invades Lingzhou?”

 Shen Changqing stood with his hands behind his back.

 The evil energy spread across the wasteland and affected the entire Lingzhou area.

 He stepped slowly into the air, looking into the distance.

 “Kill without mercy!”

Thousands of demons roared together, their momentum rising to a height of ten thousand feet.

 The demonic cloud covers the top of the sky and reaches straight into the sky.

 “Remember, Lingzhou belongs to us.”

 “Today, every inch of mountains and rivers is at stake!”

 Shen Changqing's voice echoed around the world.

As countless demons jumped into the air, their fighting spirit was overwhelming.

"kill!"

The demon roared, and the teleportation formation shimmered instantly.

 At the edge of Lingzhou, the deep haze is just approaching the earth.

The teleportation formation emerged, and countless demon figures emerged from it.

 This situation obviously caught the sacrificial tribesmen from the strange continent by surprise.

The ancient ferocious beast roared, causing ripples in the heaven and earth.

 The anger swept away overwhelmingly, carrying with it some terrible power of decay.

But this could not stop the killing will of countless demons in the sky, and the two sides fought together in an instant.

“What’s going on? Hasn’t the spiritual energy been exhausted for a long time?”

 Behind a large number of ancient ferocious beasts, a huge number of black coffins floated in the sky.

On each coffin stood a figure in black robes.

They have gloomy eyes and totem marks on their faces.

 The whole body is exuding the aura of the source of the curse.

 There are a few people in blood robes who are particularly distinctive.

At this moment, I am looking at the edge of the Lingzhou land in front of me.

The demons who exuded astonishing power could not help but frown.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has long been exhausted, and the curse has been spread for a long time.

Logically speaking, all the prosperous immortal cultivators in the surrounding lands should die.

 Why are these demons so powerful?

  "Smash the lantern to pieces."

 Suddenly a man in blood robe whispered and spoke.

 At that time, two people turned around and walked towards the back.

In the center of the many black coffins, there are countless chains wrapped around each other, pulling up a cage of heaven and earth ten thousand feet high.

 In the cage, there is a monkey with its eyes closed.

The size of the monkey occupies the entire cage, like the master of some extremely terrifying beast.

Hung around its neck is a huge lantern.

 It can be sensed from inside the lantern that it contains the source of unimaginable evil spirits.

The two priests did not hesitate and immediately used their magic to smash the lantern to pieces.

In an instant, the invisible and colorless source of evil spirits began to spread towards the eight wastelands of heaven and earth.

The monkey was also awakened by this, and its ferocious pupils glowed with blood.

"Roar!"

 The sky shook.

 The cage was torn apart.

 A large number of the sacrificial tribesmen looked pale and stepped back quickly.

 They are well aware of the terror of monkeys, the masters of ferocious beasts that have been living in the present since the last era.

 But at this moment, there was suddenly a demonic energy rolling around.

Shen Changqing's figure appeared, his face cold and ruthless.

 He stepped directly towards the monkey.

 Unparalleled destructive power erupted, shattering the surrounding space on the spot, forming chaotic nothingness.

 The monkey's face was kicked and a deep footprint was dented.

Crazy thoughts emerged, and he tore his claws at Shen Changqing as if he had lost his mind.

This power is equally terrifying, affecting many Sacrifice tribesmen along the way.

The treasures in his coffin were annihilated into ashes, a shocking gap appeared in the space, and many members of the sacrificial clan died on the spot.

 But when he arrived in front of Shen Changqing, he was stopped by a ten thousand feet finger.

 The magic of heaven and earth was cast, and the demon giant in the sky emerged.

 The majestic figure, the scrutinizing sun and moon demon eyes.

The faces of all the sacrificial clan members became horrified.

Without any hesitation, Shen Changqing slammed his palm towards the monkey's head.

The Sky Demon Giant moved in unison and crushed the monkey's forehead to pieces!

 “The sacrificial beast is gone!”

  Panic spread instantly.

 All the Sacrifice tribesmen fled in all directions.

Those many ancient ferocious beasts also screamed in agony under the fierce attacks of countless demons.

 “How can there be a devil like you in Lingzhou!”

The blood-robed leader stared intently at Shen Changqing.

The evil lantern has been shattered, and its origin will flourish and develop in this period of Dharma ending.

Although his mission has been accomplished, he may die here today.

Shen Changqing didn't talk nonsense and took a step forward to use the soul search method.

 …

the other side.

 Dazezhou.

 The desolation of the human world and the ruin of the Dharma Ending Period have caused the demise of many immortal sects and sects.

 The appearance of the Sacrifice tribesmen near the edge naturally attracted the attention of Yan Nanfeng and others.

 “Brother, do you want to go alone?”

 In the main hall, standing in front of Shen Changqing were all the key members of the Yan Xian Dynasty.

Yan Nanfeng looked worried and his palms were trembling.

“The Sacrificial Tribe has many curse methods, and you are likely to be cursed if you fight with them.”

“Brother, if you were alone, I would probably bear all the power of the curse.”

Yan Nanfeng knows very well how terrifying the power of the curse is.

At that time, my father was cursed and died without seeing any of the sacrificial people.

 “I am enough to go here alone.”

 Shen Changqing had no intention of backing down.

Dazezhou is different from Lingzhou. Lingzhou has been unified by him.

 Dazezhou is now completely in a state of loose sand, and only the Yanxian Dynasty is willing to resist and has the strength to resist.

 After saying that, Shen Changqing stepped forward and his figure disappeared.

 “Brother!”

Yan Nanfeng was shocked.

 …

 The wind and clouds are blowing, and dark clouds are pressing down on the sky.

 Screams could be heard in the border area of ​​Da Zezhou.

 The surviving cultivators are experiencing a ruthless massacre.

 The source of evil spirits spread rapidly, and the team of sacrificial tribesmen was exactly the same as the one that appeared in Lingzhou.

There are chains pulling the cage, and the monkey in the cage wakes up and roars to the sky and the earth.

Until Shen Changqing arrived, the overwhelming team suddenly felt the terrifying crushing force emerging in the square inch world.

The roar of the sacrificial monkey also stopped suddenly, and the pupils suddenly showed fear.

"die."

 Out of the clouds and on the horizon, no one could be seen.

However, a calm word fell, and suddenly there was a scream.

Blood mist spread across the sky, a large number of ancient ferocious beasts howled miserably, and their bodies collapsed.

The sacrificial tribesmen saw nothing, and they were covered with indescribable pressure.

　　Blood spurted out together, and the skin and flesh were torn apart in the unknown fear.

The sacrificial animal monkey also suffered the power of destruction.

 Until the eyebrows exploded, a sword shadow pierced through!

Its eyes quickly lost their luster, and their soul was gone.

"who?"

"who is it?"

Black coffins trembled all over the sky.

 A blood-robed leader looked around in horror.

 The black coffin under him emits a strange light, resisting all the pressure around him.

Looking at the surviving immortal cultivators who were slaughtered on the earth.

At this moment, they also looked around one after another, until at the end of the sky, they saw a figure in robe approaching.

"Martial Ancestor...is the Martial Ancestor who created the law in the Yanxian Dynasty!" The sound of ecstasy resounded as Shen Changqing arrived.

  The pressure in the surrounding space is getting stronger and stronger, and more and more Sacrifice people are dying.

This kind of terrifying oppression that makes the world tremble is caused by the power that belongs to the Martial Emperor realm!

 “There are still people like this in Dazezhou?”

 The blood-robed leader saw something.

Shen Changqing has not cultivated immortality. The power fluctuations in his body are another way of cultivation.

 The thought fell and Shen Changqing was already in front of him.

 The overwhelming and astonishing pressure swept over me.

 “Coffin Master!”

 The blood-robed leader yelled in panic.

 In an instant, an ancient hand protruded from the black coffin under him.

The moment the two forces collided with Shen Changqing's, the space continued to be distorted.

 A white skeleton appeared, holding a treasured lotus lantern.

 Under the power of Shen Changqing's palm, cracks appeared on Bai Gu's forehead.

 The lotus lantern in his hand also became dim and unclear.

 “Go quickly!”

 The bones are clear and drink.

 Hand the lotus lantern treasure to the blood-robed leader, and then throw him into the coffin.

 There was an astonishing burst of power, and the coffin instantly turned into black light and disappeared.

Shen Changqing narrowed his eyes and was about to pursue him when Bai Gu rushed to kill him regardless of his own safety.

 “You will be cursed!”

 The bones roared loudly.

　　咚!

Shen Changqing raised his hand and smashed the bones into pieces with one palm.

“It’s actually a Baosha lamp, so the direction it’s going to…”

 Shen Changqing was thoughtful.

 He sensed the strong source of evil in this world.

 There is no mistake, the sacrificial clan is the initiator of spreading evil power.

only…

Shen Changqing sighed slightly.

 He could only find their missions and tasks in the minds of these sacrificial tribesmen.

But the specific information was also lost in the catastrophe of the last era.

In other words, he doesn’t know which generation of the people he killed now.

 “That’s it, let’s take a trip to the strange continent.”

Shen Changqing fluttered his sleeves and stepped towards the horizon.

 Behind him, countless wreckage fell from the mid-air, accompanied by a rain of blood, and it was already dead.

 …

  Time passes, many days later.

Yan Nanfeng arrived belatedly with many generals of the Immortal Dynasty, including Xiaoyao Jianzun.

 “Where is my brother?”

Yan Nanfeng looked around and found no trace of Shen Changqing.

The world between heaven and earth is filled with the strong smell of blood.

 On the ground, there are corpses everywhere.

 All the members of the sacrificial clan died.

 “Did brother go to the strange continent?”

Yan Nanfeng's body suddenly shook.

 He knew that Shen Changqing would not die in battle.

 At the time of the Martial God Realm, it was possible to kill the seven virtual refining giants.

 At present, in the Martial Emperor Realm, there is no reincarnation of the legendary land god, so the people of the Ji clan cannot be their opponents.

 What he was worried about was the power of the curse that the Sacrifice tribe could not guard against.

 And now, my brother is missing!

Yan Nanfeng did not hesitate and wanted to follow Shen Changqing's footsteps, but was stopped directly by Sword Master Xiaoyao.

“Have you forgotten how your father died?”

Yan Nanfeng's face suddenly turned pale.

 It was precisely because he knew how his father died that he was worried that Shen Changqing had gone to the strange continent.

 “Let’s wait a little longer.”

Xiaoyao Sword Master looked complicated.

 The group returned to the Yanxian Dynasty.

Situ Wan'er waited for a long time, but did not see Shen Changqing.

 “Where is Qing’er?”

Yan Nanfeng remained silent, while Master Xiaoyao lowered his head.

Situ Wanru suddenly understood something and turned around silently.

 “Brother will definitely come back.”

Yan Nanfeng murmured to himself, tears suddenly appeared in his eyes.

 He sat in the temple and waited quietly.

Time passed again, and in the Dharma Ending Period, the development of the entire Da Zezhou completely stagnated.

 Year after year, decades passed in the blink of an eye.

 Shen Changqing did not come back, and ruins began to appear in Da Zezhou.

As Yan Nanfeng waited, his vitality gradually declined.

Although he no longer cultivates immortality, the power of the curse has actually taken root in his body many years ago.

 On this day, Xiaoyao Sword Master came with his head full of white hair.

 “Your Majesty, the Imperial Master has left.”

Yan Nanfeng heard the words, and a line of muddy tears slowly fell down.

 Time flies by like a white horse passing by.

 The Imperial Master has left, and more and more ministers, old friends, and soldiers of the Yanxian Dynasty are passing away.

 In a flash, hundreds of years have passed.

 Looking around Dazezhou, ice and snow began to fall.

 A thick haze covered the sky and stretched for countless thousands of miles.

 The sun and moon are hard to see, and spiritual energy disappears.

 The earth withered and evil spirits multiplied.

 The cold winter is coming, and there are very few immortal cultivators left alive.

Yan Nanfeng didn’t remember how long he had been waiting.

 Because the history of Dayan Shouzang, which records the history of the era, has also been dead for many years.

 The development of the entire Yanxian Dynasty has stagnated, as if it was frozen, with too many positions missing.

 The world of immortal cultivators has a faint tendency to come to an end.

 “Brother…”

 Yan Nanfeng is old and he can't wait any longer.

 Slowly stood up and walked towards the imperial garden. The former maids were replaced by one generation after another.

 To this day, only mortals and warriors are left.

Situ Wan'er has silver hair and is still sitting on the stone chair as before.

 Vaguely, Situ Wan'er seemed to be able to recall it.

 The scene of Shen Changqing going down the mountain and sweeping away the seven virtual refining giants.

 “Qing’er is the God of War, he is the God of War…”

Situ Wan'er murmured to herself, her eyes unfocused.

Yan Nanfeng walked over tremblingly, with a gentle look on his face.

 “Mom, my brother is now the Martial Ancestor.”

“They all say that my brother is the founder of the Immortal Martial Era.”

Situ Wan'er raised her head in confusion.

 “What is Xianwu…what year is it today?”

 …

 Misty Rain Villa.

 The once beautiful mountains and rivers no longer exist.

White snow covers every corner. Today, a group of five old people suddenly fell to the ground.

 When the Gang Jin spreads gently, the white snow disappears and the iceberg melts.

 The dilapidated attic on the top of the Misty Rain Villa was revealed.

Perhaps there is some kind of lawful force, and the attic has remained standing so far.

 “This is the place where Wu Ancestor learned the Tao and created the Dharma.”

 An old man stepped forward with rippling eyes.

They saw the realm of the Martial God and the Martial Emperor carved by the sword marks in the attic.

 “Wuzu’s last work, a priceless treasure.”

 Another old man was filled with tears and touched her gently with trembling hands.

“We should pass on the martial arts path of the Martial Ancestor forever, so that the human race outside can also practice it.”

 The third old man suddenly suggested.

 “Okay, that’s what I meant.”

“But, the Xuanhuang Realm is so big, how should we convey it?”

“Don’t worry, the Heavenly Demon Emperor of Lingzhou had already announced the Yellow Dragon Jue before his death.”

“Yes, we can create a legacy through the Nine Heavens of Huanglong Jue!”

“Wonderful, wonderful, what is the name of this inheritance?”

 “I have a heavenly stele that carries all the dharma, let’s call it a heavenly stele!”

 “Okay, okay, Heavenly Monument, let’s call it Heavenly Monument!”

"Hahaha!"

 The five old men laughed and left in a puff of their sleeves.

 In the quiet Yanyu Villa, the five old people did not notice.

Deep at the end of the iceberg, there is a woman sitting cross-legged, her eyelashes trembling slightly and slowly opening and closing.

 “Your Highness…”

 She whispered softly, her eyes showing reminiscence and tenderness.

 (End of this chapter)