Martial Cultivator

The white mist came from all directions, and finally fell slowly, coming to Chen Chao and wrapping him up.

At this moment, Chen Chao looked like a white cocoon.

It's just that the cocoon is extremely huge. It doesn't actually look like a cocoon, but more like a huge egg.

Qingniu lay on the ground and weakly shouted, "Zhenren..."

It was extremely frightened at the moment and could only grasp at its only life-saving straw. 🄲

The middle-aged Taoist had no time to take care of himself. The talisman was still on his fingertips, but he couldn't crush it.

The coercion here was much more terrifying than when he came in. It was so much stronger than him. It was already difficult to stand at this moment, and it was impossible to do anything else.

But even in such a dangerous situation, the middle-aged Taoist still didn't have any fear. He had been in the clouds for many years. Even if he fell into the swamp one day, it would be difficult for him to have any fearful thoughts and actions.

Only in this way can one be a real big shot.

Even now, he was not afraid. The middle-aged Taoist was just curious as to why such a thing happened.

What secrets does that young warrior have?

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There has always been white mist lingering outside the Holy Mountain, countless of them, and even gathered to form a wall of fog at that place outside the Holy Mountain. But now the white mist was pulled away and headed towards the Holy Mountain, and the white mist here naturally faded. And it dissipated. As for other places outside the sacred mountain, there were countless white mists, which were also drawn away towards the sacred mountain at this moment.

The white fog gradually dissipated throughout the ruins.

The sacred mountain has now become the most coercive place, but as time goes by, everything is changing.

The green bull suddenly screamed strangely, and with a crackling sound, it climbed up from the ground. Its broken limbs were all restored at this moment. It stood up and shouted with some surprise, "Zhenren, the pressure is gone, and there is no suppression anymore." !”

Being in the ruins, it has been suppressed from the beginning. This feeling is even more true after entering the sacred mountain. The middle-aged Taoist was able to resist the white mist with the oil paper mountain before, but after entering the sacred mountain, Nope either.

At that time, Qingniu had the idea of ​​​​taking action, but unfortunately it failed.

The middle-aged Taoist has many tricks.

But those methods here cannot show his true strength as a Taoist master. Because of the existence of those white mists, the middle-aged Taoist could not even kill Chen Chao before. In the battle, Chen Chao showed a fighting strength that was not that of ordinary monks in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm, and this aspect made the middle-aged Taoist lose his face.

As a monk who had stood at the highest level many years ago, it was naturally uncomfortable to be treated like this by a monk he usually regarded as an ant.

But now, everything is different.

As the white mist gathered in front of Chen Chao and formed a huge white cocoon, the middle-aged Taoist was able to move, but he did not move. He just stood there and took a deep breath.

It was only at this moment that he felt that all the pressure on him was gone.

I don’t know if this formation is active or passive, but at this moment, I can’t feel any breath at all.

Broken open.

The formation dissipated.

No more suppression.

The qi in the middle-aged Taoist's body was regenerated. He seemed to have no change, but a mysterious aura appeared on his body.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist has regained the realm that belongs to the Great Master of Forgetting Worry Realm.

He looked at the white cocoon and was silent for a moment, but did nothing.

Qingniu came over and asked, "Master, what are you thinking about?"

The blood in its limbs had stopped a long time ago. For a guy with such a rough skin and thick flesh, of course it couldn't remember the pain before. It looked at the huge white cocoon and asked, "Master, what's going on with him?" What’s going on?”

It's not stupid. It had already thought of something when the white mist gathered. The current situation is probably really because of Chen Chao.

If it hadn't been for him, the oppression here wouldn't have dissipated.

But why him.

Why is there that white mist between his eyebrows?

Why did the white mist gather again and wrap him up, forming a huge white cocoon?

The middle-aged Taoist didn't say anything, he just looked at it quietly for a long time, and then stretched out his hand.

A terrifying aura fell on his palm.

This breath is more terrifying than the previous breath, because this is the realm that truly belongs to the monks who forget about their worries. What this breath contains is the terror of the real monks who have forgotten their worries.

And he is not an ordinary monk in the Forgetful Realm.

The middle-aged Taoist had reached the end of the realm of forgetfulness many years ago and reached the so-called realm of freedom. In this world, he hardly had many opponents.

Now he takes action.

A great cultivator of Wangyou in his heyday, even a random attack would be the fury of thunder, which cannot be resisted by ordinary people.

What's more, his attack was unusual.

That extremely powerful and terrifying aura fell on the white cocoon.

The middle-aged Taoist's robe is slightly curled, and the silk threads that had collapsed due to the oppression of heaven and earth are now moving with the wind. It is inevitable to look at him in a embarrassed manner, but the aura on his body always reminds the world, He is not some embarrassed old Taoist priest at all.

The middle-aged Taoist man quietly looked at the white cocoon in front of him, waiting for the answer.

The breath fell up.

I don’t know how dense the white mist on the white cocoon was at the moment, but it also changed instantly. The white mist on the surface seemed to be blown away by the wind, revealing the white mist inside.

Perhaps because the concentration of the white mist is really high, the white mist hidden inside has almost solidified, as if countless white silk threads are entangled here, and the feeling is like countless cotton buds piled up.

But deeper inside, you can see some golden threads entwined in it, which is very special.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at this scene, his expression unchanged, but with a slight thought, a mysterious fire suddenly burned out of thin air, and fell into the white mist along the gap.

Like a spark falling into white cotton.

Sparks falling between the cotton may ignite the cotton, but this mysterious fire cannot ignite the white mist.

But very quickly, the second mysterious fire, the third mysterious fire, the fourth mysterious fire...

A sea of ​​fire enveloped the white mist.

Those mysterious fires that were born due to powerful cultivation were not ordinary sparks, but they still failed to burn.

After a while, the sea of ​​fire dissipated, and there was no difference whether it was a white cocoon or a white cocoon.

It's just that terrifying aura, which is getting deeper into the white mist.

The huge white cocoon was finally torn open by the breath.

I don’t know what mysterious means this Bai Wu uses, but he is always facing a monk who has gone very far in the realm of Wangyou.

If middle-aged Taoists can't do anything about it, then who else in the world can do anything?

The middle-aged Taoist had no expression on his face, just watching the white mist being gradually torn apart.

A huge white cocoon must be a very boring process until you see the innermost existence.

After a while, the terrifying aura dissipated, and the white mist showed signs of closing again.

The next moment, several breaths came out one after another, heading towards the white mist crazily.

Like a violent storm, pouring down!

Qingniu looked at the middle-aged Taoist in astonishment, thinking that the real person was really unparalleled in the world. Such methods were really overbearing and amazing!

The middle-aged Taoist walked forward. The previous method was just a test, but the current method is where he really puts all his strength into action without any reservations.

Several breaths stopped the white mist that was trying to close up, and then continued to penetrate deeper. Between the sky and the earth, a strong wind blew, and there was an extremely depressing feeling.

If there were a third person on the side at this moment, seeing the middle-aged Taoist's methods, I am afraid he would have to marvel at the exquisiteness of the middle-aged Taoist's Taoism and the profoundness of his realm.

He was the true genius of his generation.

As time goes by, the white cocoon has been cut open a lot, and the terrifying aura has penetrated deep into it. The middle-aged Taoist's expression has become more and more indifferent. He doesn't know what the white mist and Chen Chao have, but he just wants to destroy it. Go for these.

Even if it was Chen Chao's chance, it didn't matter.

It would be fine if he destroyed it.

He wants to kill this young warrior, not because he once won the championship in Wanliu Club, nor because he once fought with Yun Jianyue, but the outcome was not decided, nor because he is worried about his potential. In the future, there will be a new great figure in the Liang Dynasty. The warrior.

But just because Chen Chao persisted for so long before, his eyebrows were broken at his fingertips, but he did not die.

Although such a thing happened here, it was difficult for him to accept it.

Since it is unacceptable, it must be erased. Then this matter will never be known to outsiders, and it can be regarded as not having happened.

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The white cocoon was forcibly opened by the middle-aged Taoist priest.

With his eyes closed tightly, Chen Chao, naked from the waist up, appeared in front of him.

It's not considered strong, but there are countless scars on the well-defined upper body.

He still held the broken knife in his hand.

As for the center of his eyebrows, although there was no blood flowing out at this moment, his face was full of blood.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him, slightly surprised.

A terrifying aura suddenly fell.

The white cocoon has opened, and a terrifying aura pours out, about to fall on Chen Chao.

No matter what stage he is at at the moment, he should not be able to withstand the blow of this middle-aged Taoist at this moment.

A strike from a Taoist master must be a thunderous method, shocking everyone!

The strong wind blew the middle-aged Taoist's hair, and his Taoist robe began to rustle. Endless Qi began to surround his body, and more Qi had left his body and headed towards Chen Chao.

There was suddenly silence between heaven and earth.

There was no more hunting, no other sound.

Qingniu sighed with emotion.

He can be regarded as half a disciple of the Rongshan Sect. In the past many years, it has been the guardian monster in this mountain. He has seen many strong men from the Rongshan Sect, but among those strong men, there are actually very few who can. It felt a little emotional that after countless years of vicissitudes of life, there was still such a person in the world who stood shoulder to shoulder with the middle-aged Taoist in front of him.

The middle-aged Taoist was still very calm. At this moment, he was just looking at Chen Chao in front of him, waiting for the result.

That terrifying aura contained the essence of his practice over the years. It was the Tao method he was best at and one of his best methods.

Although he stands at a high place in the world, he still understands the truth that a lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength.

What's more, Chen Chao had brought him many surprises before.

At this moment, he used a lot of strength to prevent those accidents from happening again.

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The majestic qi machine collided towards Chen Chao. If there were no accidents, Chen Chao would definitely be torn into pieces by this majestic qi machine. 🄲

But the worst thing in the world is an accident.

After the white mist was cut open, it had been very quiet, like a little girl, but now it suddenly started to swim. In front of the majestic and terrifying Qi machine, they seemed to come to life, rolling around countless The white mist headed towards the qi machine.

The white mist kept rising, constantly strangulating those manic qi forces. The middle-aged Taoist's expression remained unchanged, but the divine light above his head suddenly broke through the sea of ​​clouds, and appeared above his head, shining on the world.

As the bright white moon appeared, a white light appeared and passed quickly in front of the middle-aged Taoist.

After a while, people could see clearly that the white light was actually a ruler made of white jade.

In fact, it's more like a sword.

But it has no edge and no tip, so it probably can’t really be considered a sword.

But the white jade ruler contained powerful and unparalleled power. At this moment, it was heading towards Chen Chao with the intention of killing him.

The middle-aged Taoist took action with all his strength, and with every move, there were turbulent waves everywhere!

At least with the methods he is using now, ordinary monks, even monks in the Forgetful Realm, will definitely be seriously injured or even killed by him if they do not retreat.

Chen Chao did not retreat.

It's because he didn't wake up at all. He didn't know what was happening outside. His mind at the moment was in chaos.

If he doesn't retreat, it means that he has to face the middle-aged Taoist man directly.

The white mist preceded him.

But the white jade ruler has torn apart the white mist that came to life and hit Chen Chao's heart. If this hit is true, I am afraid that the white jade ruler can penetrate Chen Chao's chest and really kill him. it's here.

The white jade ruler carries the will of the middle-aged Taoist and goes away with overwhelming murderous intent. The white mist dissipates when it encounters it, making it impossible to resist!

The distance is getting closer.

As soon as he saw the white jade ruler pressed against Chen Chao's chest.

How long can this warrior, who has spent countless years polishing his muscles and bones, hold on in front of this white jade ruler?

But such an idea did not happen, because a hand suddenly stretched out and grasped the white jade ruler.

Chen Chao suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for air!

He held the white jade ruler.

But then he was driven by a huge force and knocked out of the big snow-white cocoon.

Falling heavily in the distance.

The middle-aged Taoist took a step to one side. He did not expect that the Chen Chao in front of him would still wake up, but he knew very well that the Chen Chao in front of him had obviously not completed certain processes and was still just a martial artist in the sea of ​​suffering.

Such a warrior is of no use.

Chen Chao climbed up from the ground, and then he still clutched the white jade ruler in his hand, because the Qi contained in the ruler had already cut his palm, and blood dripped down, but Chen Chao had no energy to go to it at the moment. Thinking about those, but trying to remember what happened before.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and then there was a crack in the center of his eyebrows. After that, he passed out and could no longer remember what happened.

When he woke up again, there was a white jade ruler in front of him, and he subconsciously held it.

Then he was carried away by great force.

He is not dead yet.

The suppression here is gone.

This is an even worse thing for Chen Chao.

The suppression is gone, which means that the middle-aged Taoist in front of him has restored his own state. He is a peerless strong man in the Forgetting Realm. He has restored his state. How should he deal with it?

Various questions kept flashing through Chen Chao's mind.

But in the end, all doubts were temporarily suppressed by him.

The danger in front of me has not yet been resolved.

The terrifying aura emanating from the white jade ruler made him feel very troubled.

But for some reason, he was able to hold it firmly.

Theoretically speaking, the magic weapon thrown by a monk in the Forgetful Realm should not be something he is capable of dealing with.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him from a distance, and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the young martial artist who held his hand and threw the white jade ruler.

But the next moment, the murderous intent reappeared in the sky!

Before all the suppression here had been eliminated, the middle-aged Taoist had used such methods. The murderous intent in the sky made it difficult for Chen Chao to deal with it. Now that his realm has been restored, he has become stronger and more amazing. , this murderous intention is naturally more terrifying and even more impressive.

Chen Chao felt that under the murderous intent, not only his movements, but also his breathing became extremely difficult.

That white jade ruler itself

Although he was held down temporarily, he didn't know when he would break free. The middle-aged Taoist opposite him was far away from him, and Chen Chao could not get close.

He is no match for him.

But if I had to escape, where could I escape to?

In other words, is it possible for a warrior like him to escape from the hands of a monk in the Forgetful Realm?

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and didn't hesitate. He just let go.

Once the hand holding the white jade ruler loosened, the white jade ruler, which was connected to the middle-aged Taoist's mind, once again burst out with murderous intent and hit Chen Chao's chest.

Chen Chao's hand only relaxed, but it was by no means completely let go.

So he was carried far away by the white jade ruler, but the ruler never landed on his chest.

This was originally a cliff.

What Chen Chao wanted was to fall off the cliff.

I don't know how high the cliff is, but with his tough body as a martial artist, he probably won't be thrown to death.

But falling down the cliff, what can be changed?

If the middle-aged Taoist keeps chasing after him, nothing will change.

Chen Chao might even be killed in mid-air, and no one would give him a chance to survive.

But Chen Chao still wanted to take a gamble.

When he came to the edge of the cliff, he let go of the white jade ruler in his hand without any hesitation.

The white jade ruler shot forward like a sharp arrow, but Chen Chao's body had already fallen down and fell from the cliff.

The white jade ruler shot out several feet, and was supposed to continue moving forward, but stopped strangely in mid-air, and then returned to the edge of the cliff and began to circle.

The middle-aged Taoist came to the cliff and took a look at the cliff of unknown height.

Qingniu said, "Master, there shouldn't be any arrangements down here."

It knew some secrets and knew that there was nothing complicated under the cliff, so it spoke.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't speak, he just looked at the cliff, then took one step and walked slowly towards the bottom of the cliff.

He walked slowly in mid-air, and it seemed as if an invisible staircase appeared in front of him. He walked down the staircase very casually and naturally.

Qingniu looked at this scene and did not chase after him. Instead, he glanced at the huge white cocoon that had not dissipated, and then shouted loudly, "Zhenmao, I will wait for you here!"

The middle-aged Taoist's face was expressionless. He would not let Chen Chao go. No matter it was the shame Chen Chao brought him or the elixir on his body, neither of these two reasons was enough for him to let him go.

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Chen Chao fell all the way, with the whistling wind in his ears. He looked around and found that both sides were just cliffs, with nothing special at all.

He glanced at the bloody palm, shook his head, and felt a little emotional.

This monk Wangyou is too powerful. He really has nothing to do. If he falls under the cliff now, he probably won't be able to get rid of him.

He could not even imagine why all the suppression here would be eliminated, allowing the middle-aged Taoist to recover his realm here.

It was already so scary when there was no realm, and now it is even more terrifying once the realm is restored.

What if you want a glimmer of hope?

Chen Chao kept thinking.

But soon, he became desperate.

Not because I didn't expect it, but because I saw that figure again.

That figure was neither tall nor special, but rather an ordinary figure.

The figure of the middle-aged Taoist was not far above his head, also falling, but he was walking.

That kind of posture, even if it was Chen Chao, even if it was in opposition, he felt it was really fucking extraordinary.

Chen Chao cursed secretly.

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He continued to fall, and that figure kept appearing behind him like a nightmare. This was not something that anyone could face calmly. Chen Chao's mind was running rapidly. He probably only had that one in his trump card. pages of paper.

Apart from this, Chen Chao could not think of anything else that might force the middle-aged Taoist to retreat.

So he took out the golden page and held it in his palm.

This page of paper has helped him a lot. It has saved him several times when he was in certain death situations. Now he still wants to rely on it.

But he needs a chance.

The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand.

Between heaven and earth, a terrifying murderous intention emerged spontaneously, coming out from in front of the middle-aged Taoist and heading down the cliff.

The cliffs on both sides were affected by this murderous intention, and countless gravel fell down.

Chen Chao had a cold face and put the page on his chest before the murderous intention came.

He waited for this page to show off its power again.

But this time, that page disappointed him.

no response.

The murderous intention fell.

Chen Chao groaned and spit out a stream of blood from his mouth.

He suffered a severe blow.

at the same time.

The figure of the middle-aged Taoist kept falling and soon arrived not far from Chen Chao.

He looked at the young warrior with no emotion in his eyes.