Chapter 2163 the Oil Is Exhausted

Before the martial arts deity came to Scarlet Valley, he had heard that the owner of Scarlet Valley had entered an ancient ruins and obtained a treasure map before his cultivation level skyrocketed, and then he rose rapidly in this territory.

Not surprisingly, the so-called treasure map should be this black residual map.

If you stare at this remnant picture, your mind will be easily immersed in it, and will be affected by the emotions of violence, killing, and destruction in the remnant picture.

The Martial Dao deity almost fell unprepared.

Once the mind is affected, this residual image will emit a strange power, causing the viewers to appear mysterious and mysterious dark magic lines!

This kind of pitch-black magic pattern has an extremely powerful and violent plundering ability on the vitality of heaven and earth.

Under the blessing of this kind of power, the speed of cultivation will inevitably skyrocket!

This is why, in a very short period of time, the Valley Master of Scarlet Valley will improve his cultivation, and even finally step into the real world, condense the fruit of the Tao, and become a true demon.

Although there is a figure drawn on this black residual picture, it can almost be concluded that it records an extremely superior magic power!

This kind of magic can even affect the martial arts deity!

The martial arts deity felt abnormally and quickly broke free.

Even the dark magic marks remaining on his body were washed away by his blood.

The martial arts deity uses the martial arts to infuse the furnace, nurtures hundreds of scriptures, and smelts the exercises, but it is not really restricted by these scriptures.

His foundation is martial arts, and the purpose of smelting scriptures is to see the mysteries of heaven and earth from these scriptures and create his own way and law!

The martial arts deity will browse many scriptures and exercises, and even try to practice, but they will not fall into it, and will not leave any traces on themselves.

If you want to create a method that is different from the three methods of immortals, Buddhas, and demons, you can only succeed if you get rid of the influence of these three methods.

The martial arts deity's current combat power is far stronger than Qinglian's real body, but his realm has reached a bottleneck, and it is difficult to break through.

If he wants to go further, he must first create the next step.

In front of him is a dark, abyss.

The 'Dao' must be created before it is possible to move on!

The Qinglian real body is different.

Although the cultivation realm of Qinglian's real body is not as good as that of the martial arts deity, his future is clear.

After the real one, it is the cave.

After the cave realm, it is the emperor realm.

The path of cultivation is like a majestic mountain.

In front of Qinglian's real body, there are already first-level stone steps paved with blood and bones from ancestors, and he only needs to climb up.

The Martial Dao deity needs to rely on his own strength to chisel stone steps one by one on this mountain, and then climb up.

In this comparison, Qinglian's real body is easier to climb to the top of the mountain.

"Can you recognize this residual picture?"

Martial Dao deity's consciousness moved, and voice transmission asked.

Sirius is from the upper realm, he also knows the prison-suppressing cauldron, knows many ancient secrets, and most likely knows the origin of this remnant picture.

"do not know."

Tian Lang said: "However, this residual picture is a few years old, maybe even earlier than me! It should record an extremely powerful magic art."

This is the same as the judgment of the martial arts deity.

The magic art on the black residual map, although it can frantically plunder the vitality of heaven and earth, is extremely domineering.

But no matter how you say it, it is not as scary as the Martial Dao Hong Furnace!

The Martial Dao Hong Furnace can directly refine an entire Yuan Ling Mine!

Of course, this black residual image still helps him a lot.

If the deity wants to take a step forward in the martial arts, he has to read a lot of scriptures on the practice.

The more superior and more powerful the scriptures and exercises, after being smelted by the martial arts furnace, the more he can see and understand the mystery, the greater the help to him.

Back then, when Su Zimo was preaching, it was also because he had obtained many inheritances and accumulated a lot of experience. After five thousand years of precipitation, he finally established Taoism and spread martial arts to the world.

"Cough cough!"

At this moment, a heavy coughing sound came from the side, interrupting the meditation of the martial arts deity.

Although Yan Beichen got out of trouble, but over the years, he has suffered too much torment, and it is entirely through the hatred in his heart that he can survive until now.

Now that he was out of the crisis, his heart lightened, his hatred a little less, and the injury in his body broke out completely.

Yan Beichen's face was pale, and he coughed out a few mouthfuls of black blood. The breath of life in his body was extremely weak, and he was already exhausted!

In Yan Beichen's sea of ​​consciousness, the primordial spirit is full of cracks and dim.

If it goes on like this, it won't last long, and Yan Beichen will die!

The martial arts deity looked at Yan Beichen and frowned.

Although his combat power is strong and his methods are sky-high, there is nothing he can do about Yan Beichen's injury.

There was never a panacea in his storage bag, nor did he need it.

What's more, even if there is any panacea, it can't save Yan Beichen.

Even Qixia Immortal Ginseng can only heal Shura's body, but cannot heal his soul.

Whether it is the upper realm or the lower realm, the panacea that can heal the primordial spirit is too rare.

And Yan Beichen's injury is too serious!

"Brother Yan..."

The martial arts deity called out softly, with a heavy heart.

"Ah……"

Yan Beichen seemed to have a premonition of his ending, so he pretended to smile lightly, and said, "Zimo, you don't have to worry, you will die if you die. You just went to the underworld, and if you have the opportunity, you can go and take a look at Lianran."

The martial arts deity sighed in his heart.

The death of Qin Pianran was a great blow to Yan Beichen.

Over the years, if he hadn't been thinking about finding the illusory underworld, the mysterious six-path reincarnation, he wouldn't have been able to ascend, and he would have long since disappeared from the Heavenly Desolate Continent!

However, the deity of martial arts learned from Sirius that if he didn't cultivate to the realm of the empty world, even if he fell and entered the underworld, Yan Beichen would not be able to find Qin Pianran.

The two people's cultivation realm is not enough, and they enter the six reincarnations, and they will inevitably be erased from the memory of the past life and reincarnated.

The fate of the two in this life has been broken.

No matter whether Yan Beichen is alive or dead, it cannot be changed.

"Woooo!"

At this moment, there was a small beast's chirping not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a white shadow rushed over, very fast, and came to Yan Beichen's feet and kept spinning, making a 'woo woo' sob.

This is a white sable with short arms, and the hair on his body is like snow, without a trace of mottled color.

There were tears in Bai Sable's dark eyes, full of worry.

"It's you."

Yan Beichen looked at Bai Sable and wanted to bend over to caress Bai Sable's cheek, but his injuries were affected, so he knelt on the ground and couldn't help laughing miserably.

"This white sable was the one I encountered after ascension, and it has some spirituality."

Yan Beichen murmured softly, "I didn't expect that you never left after I was in trouble."

After a short pause, Yan Beichen said, "Unfortunately, this time I have to leave first."

Woohoo!

Bai Sable whimpered in a low voice, such as weeping and complaining, which sounded distressing.

"Master, I have a way, maybe I can save him."

At this moment, in the silver mask, the voice of Sirius rang in the sea of ​​consciousness of the martial arts deity.