The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 229

Xiniu Hezhou was utterly destroyed. The earth's veins were completely upside down, its vital energy severed, and the entire land was plunged into a deathly stillness.

The immortals could no longer fight on this land. They could only fly hundreds of millions of miles into the sky (the size of the world within the pot) and leave the land of spiritual desolation in order to continue their battles, or go directly to other continents to fight.

They didn't choose any other method, but opted for the simple one: to travel to other continents.

We can't just mess with Xiniuhe Continent and expect other continents to follow suit.

"Death to the thief!!"

A sharp shout echoed through the azure space, and a dazzling light ripped the sky apart, making the vast expanse of clouds appear as if a spear were cleaving through the waves, or a dragon was leaping across the sea.

"May you, your mother and servant, die a horrible death!..."

A series of scathing curses rang out, as if to condemn Ning Hao to this very place.

Ning Hao, standing alone atop the colorful clouds, watched these scenes with indifference. He was already used to such curses; there were plenty of people in the world who cursed him, so a few more wouldn't make a difference.

He was not afraid of these people cursing him like this, and these people were dead too—no, these immortals.

A true immortal in the mortal world!

"Brother Molong, the seal is coming." Ning Hao grabbed a floating cloud mountain with his single hand and suppressed a True Immortal who was trying to struggle.

"Good timing." Qin Molong's voice pierced through a distant cloud, revealing his figure within.

"Hmph, it was you guys who chased my little brothers so miserably back then." Qin Molong was currently holding a big man and angrily rebuking him, his face full of ferocity and hatred.

This burly man was none other than the True Immortal organization that had once hunted down Ning Hao and his gang alongside the Red-Robed Sword Immortal.

The burly man, however, remained defiant, coldly snorting, "Kill me or torture me, come on then."

"Killing you or skinning you alive would be too lenient. I'm going to extract your primordial spirit, refine your physical body into a mechanical puppet, erase everything related to you, and make sure you never existed in this world," Qin Molong sneered.

The Han dynasty remained unmoved.

This punishment is nothing. So what if his primordial spirit is extracted? So what if his physical body becomes a mechanical puppet? As long as he doesn't care, Qin Molong won't be able to get over this, and he won't have lost.

"Put him down!"

Just then, a sword struck, its crimson light cleaving the void and separating the burly man and Qin Molong into two sides.

It's better to lend a helping hand whenever you see someone doing something good.

But Qin Molong was not someone to be trifled with. At this moment, none of his five Dharma Aspects were being used for cultivation; they were all being used for this battle. To be precise, for the past three years, his Dharma Aspects had been used for this battle.

He was almost overworking his brain, which hindered his cultivation progress, but his combat skills were advancing by leaps and bounds, and the power of his divine abilities and techniques was increasing.

Although his magical abilities were impressive, he was still at a disadvantage when fighting against True Immortals with higher cultivation levels.

Just like the person in front of us right now.

Sword immortals' combat skills are always a notch above their cultivation level; only other weapon cultivators can compare to them.

As for what "tool refinement" is, it refers to practitioners who refine tools. What kinds of tools? These include hammers, swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, pots, pans, bricks, tiles, and wooden pestles...

There are many, various ways to repair equipment.

The cultivation methods within the pot have existed for over ten thousand years. Throughout this time, the battles and exchanges between various factions have never ceased, resulting in numerous evolutions. This cultivation of artifacts is merely one of them.

There's also alchemy, and the cultivation of all professions...

There are many, too numerous to mention.

However, all of these cultivation paths were recorded by Luo Zu, leaving none behind.

In fact, sword cultivators are also weapon cultivators, but the name "sword" sounds much better than other names, so sword cultivators are listed separately. Many people even practice this path, or pretend to practice it, only forging a sword.

But the woman in front of us is not just practicing swordsmanship; she has truly mastered the art.

Her sword light was like crimson blood, shrouded in the setting sun, and it was about to slice off Qin Molong's two arms from his shoulders.

Qin Molong chuckled: "I've been waiting for you."

With a swift grab, it wasn't his claw, but a magical artifact he had acquired by chance. He later spent a considerable amount of time refining it, eventually turning it into a magical treasure.

At this moment, this claw saved Qin Molong from this calamity, preventing him from having both arms cut off.

ding ding ding...

As the dark, steel claws reached out, the Crimson Sun Sword Qi was shattered into pieces.

It would be better to withdraw one's offer upon seeing this, lest good intentions lead to bad outcomes.

The ecstatic joy on the big man's face shattered along with the sword energy.

He never expected this guy to be so domineering and ruthless, and to have such a weapon in his hand, actually crushing the sword energy of a pure sword immortal. Is there any justice in this world?

Is this the power of the Martial God's legacy? Is there really a protagonist in this world?

The big man's mind was already racing with thoughts, constantly recalling the rumors of the past few years.

That is, in this catastrophe in the world, several protagonists who will lead the trend of the times will emerge.

Ning Hao and his companions are widely recognized as the protagonists because they have indeed turned the tide and wiped out the record that had taken ten years of fighting between the various factions.

Is this even human?

No!

In addition, there are the "protagonists" from the demon and barbarian races.

How can ordinary people like them survive under the sun?

In fact, they were also chosen ones by heaven, otherwise how could they have cultivated themselves into true immortals?

Without sufficient talent, an ordinary person probably cannot even embark on the path of cultivation, especially in today's environment, where it is even more difficult for ordinary cultivators to reach a high position.

However, even among the "chosen ones of the emperor," there are distinctions. Over the years, the Han dynasty has been unable to advance beyond its original rank, remaining stagnant. Therefore, he was anxious, which is why he was exploited.

But if he is taken advantage of, he will be in big trouble, and these younger generations will be able to manipulate him.

As the Great Han was reflecting, the sword light suddenly flashed again.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

This time it happened even faster. Before Qin Molong could react, both of his arms were severed.

"Great!" Qin Molong was surprised and delighted to see his two magical arms so easily removed.

After all, he could finally have some fun; he had to hold back when fighting these guys before.

No need for that anymore!

"Stop hiding your true colors and come out to fight me," Qin Molong sneered.

Whoosh!

The sword energy increased in number and density.

Like a rain of blood-soaked swords.

Qin Molong tried to dodge, as so many sword energies scraping over his body would definitely make him feel uncomfortable.

So he chose to avoid it.

But just as he was about to dodge, the sword energy, like a sudden downpour, directly enveloped the burly man, forcing him to flee.

"Alright, so you're planning this." Qin Molong sneered.

Brother Ning.

He can also use "Summoning".

The Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws had mastered ten thousand laws, so he decided to use them to push things around.

Ning Haoyun's magic technique, though separated by a thousand miles, stirred up a storm.

This time it is the real ocean, because Ning Hao's method is made by refining the water of the vast ocean, and is called Boundless Black Water. A single drop of Boundless Black Water can submerge thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

At this moment, Ning Hao used this immortal technique to intercept the torrential rain of crimson sword energy that was trying to take the person away.

No one can be taken away, not a single one.

Other True Immortals who were secretly observing wanted to rescue their companions, but they were all blocked by Ning Hao's Boundless Black Water. They could only watch helplessly as their companions were taken away by the rapidly shrinking Boundless Black Water.

All the True Immortals that Ning Hao took away ended up in a bright red gourd hanging from Ning Hao's waist.

"Treasure gourd, treasure gourd." Ning Hao rubbed the gourd, opened its mouth, and quickly put all the true immortals into it.

"Where can you go?"

Having done all that, Ning Hao jumped out again.

"Brother Molong, I'll go get that little wench for her first."

Ning Hao transformed into a golden ray of light, escaped from the clouds, and fell thousands of miles away to chase after the red-robed sword immortal.

The red-robed swordsman knew that his repeated failures showed he was no match for the enemy, so he quickly fled to avoid being captured.

But as soon as she fled, the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws caught up with her.

"Where are you going?!" Ning Hao shouted.

This shout combined sonic magic, curse magic, and bewitching magic.

It's very dangerous; no one can withstand it.

Ning Hao is no ordinary person. Even after obtaining all the methods, he did not practice them step by step. He also made his own deductions, and such methods were deduced by himself.

Logically speaking, this should be considered a kind of great magical technique.

With this powerful immortal technique, the red-robed swordsman's spirit became dizzy, and he suddenly plunged into the ground.

Upon seeing this, Ning Hao immediately exclaimed, "Good!"

He was quite confident in his methods, so he was prepared and had already loosely clasped his hands together.

Bang! !

The void a thousand miles below suddenly closed, and two large handprints of five-colored light pressed tightly together in the void, crushing the red-robed sword immortal's body into powder like a millstone.

This scene is like rubbing the red skin of a peanut with your fingers.

Rustling.

The red-robed swordsman's body was reduced to a mass of blood and gore; his skin, bones, internal organs, tendons, and brain were all crushed into a pulp of flesh and blood.

This scene stunned many of the True Immortals who were watching.

It was truly ruthless, even more brutal and domineering than the methods Ning Hao had used to deal with those True Immortals.

This inevitably leads people to speculate about the deep-seated hatred between this red-robed swordsman and Ning Hao.

"Brother Ning, what a waste," Qin Molong greeted with a smile from the distant clouds.

Ning Hao also looked regretful. He clapped his hands and said, "Let her primordial spirit escape, otherwise things would have been much better."

Upon hearing this, Qin Molong chuckled and said, "It's alright, it's alright, we can catch him another day if we run into him."

"Let's take a look at our old buddies."

Their old partner was none other than Yin, who had already crossed the Western Continent of Hezhou.

As the seal arrived, it emitted boundless golden light, which forced out all the True Immortals who were hiding in the void around them.

"Everyone, go back to where you came from."

The timid among these immortals immediately fled, while the bold ones remained in place.

"Does the seal have a physical form?" Ning Hao asked.

"Why bother? If this fighting continues, the world will probably end up like Xiniu Hezhou."

Ning Hao smiled but remained silent.

It was as if they were saying it wasn't my fault.

You got a share too!

There are naturally many problems in the world, but how could he possibly give up this battle of wits just because of one sentence?

"Yin, don't flatter us. I'm not going to fall for your tricks," Ning Hao shouted.

Yin shook his head and didn't offer any further advice.

He's not a pushover, so why should he speak softly to others? His pride is no less than Ning Hao's.

"So it seems we can't talk anymore," Yin said.

"If you can't talk about it, then don't talk about it," Ning Hao said calmly.

Given this, Yin naturally wouldn't continue to beg and plead for more empty words.

He was quite decisive in his actions.

His hands formed a square fist-hammer seal in the air above his head.

"Is this the manifestation of all laws?" Ning Hao asked with slight curiosity upon seeing this scene.

I don't want to talk to him anymore, and I don't want to talk about anything else with him right now.

The fist seal ultimately failed to land, as Ning Hao overturned it with a palm strike, using the cloud pattern as a springboard for his attack.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Three hundred miles away, countless bursts of celestial light, like dazzling fireworks, lit up the sky and swept across the land where the image was.

Seeing this, Yin remained calm, withdrew his fist seal, and then unleashed a golden light.

The golden light, as sharp as lightning and as sharp as a knife, instantly cleaved the celestial landscape before him, which resembled an oil painting canvas, in two.

The void collapsed as a result, and all kinds of spiritual energy were depleted, causing the entire sky to lose its color and be completely swallowed up by this crack.

The golden light showed no sign of stopping and continued its relentless assault on Ning Hao.

Ning was well prepared, holding a myriad of spells in one hand and a delicate little pagoda in the other.

All laws were first unleashed, transforming into a vast, illusory, chaotic world, which was about to swallow the golden light.

The small tower flew out and smashed straight at Yin's head.

Upon seeing this, Yin's body suddenly shrank, turning into the size of a speck of dust, and he disappeared without a trace. The small tower could no longer hit him.

But Ning Hao was not discouraged. He first absorbed the golden light emitted by the seal, and then prepared to take the seal away to find a solution.

However, after catching the golden light of the seal, Ning Hao's expression changed slightly, showing both surprise and delight.

"Okay, okay." Ning Hao clapped her hands and beckoned Xiao Ta back.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Qin Molong, who was about to lend a hand, also stopped in time.

"It is only natural." A soft sigh came from afar.

It's better to clasp your hands in a respectful gesture.

Then, looking around, he shouted, "Everyone, the treasures left by the God of War are now all in my hands. If you want to seize them, come find me from now on!"

But as soon as he shouted, the surrounding spiritual energy began to fluctuate, and those True Immortals who were waiting for an opportunity fled one by one, without lingering any longer.

Ning Hao was already this arrogant when he only had one Martial God's Relic. Now that he has another Martial God's Relic, how much will his strength increase?

They might be able to compete with the world's best.

"Brother Molong, it's time to go." Seeing that these people were sensible, Ning Hao also withdrew his divine sense and stopped pursuing these True Immortals.

Moreover, he was also in a hurry to do something important. The myriad laws and the seal body were separated, and it would take a lot of effort and time to reunite them.

As soon as they left, a shadowy figure emerged from the void.

The shadowy figure leaped in the void, and then pulled a red ball from the void.

Then, with a swirling motion, the red robe transformed into a flowing red garment.

With another twist of his red robe, he vanished into the void, leaving no trace.

But as soon as he left, a divine light descended.

He escaped.

(End of this chapter)