Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Even though her martial arts soul deduction ability is amazing, it will take time to thoroughly study a new civilization.

"It seems that if I have the chance in the future, it would be best to go to the magical world and experience the magical civilization myself. It will be easier to understand the essence of the forbidden spell."

Song Qian muttered something, put the magic book into the storage ring, and then happily put the ring on her hand.

It has to be said that every civilization, when it develops to its peak, has its merits. There may also be various shortcomings, but the advantages are also extremely obvious.

For example, this forbidden wind spell takes a long time to cast, but if someone can hold back the enemy in front and buy enough time for the caster, the power that will eventually erupt is still extremely terrifying.

For example, this storage ring is another direction that their Great Zhou has never studied.

The warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty almost focused their entire training on improving their combat power, and made almost no achievements in other auxiliary training aspects.

There were a lot of messy things in the storage ring, many of which Song Qian had never seen before. She didn't have the mind to study them carefully now, but happily held the storage bag of the man in black armor in her hand.

The most eye-catching thing in the storage bag was a pile of crystals sparkling with dazzling luster, followed by piles of talisman papers and various miscellaneous magical tools.

Song Qian is not on the path of immortality, and is not very interested in these magical instruments and talismans. These treasures are far inferior to her own natal immortal sword that was tempered by her soul.

Instead, there were several books on alchemy, weapon forging, and formation techniques placed on the bookshelf, which aroused her interest.

After counting her gains, she tried to put the storage bag into the storage ring, but found that the two repelled each other and neither could be put into the other.

Song Qian didn't care about this. She put the contents of the storage bag into the storage ring and put the empty storage bag into her sleeve.

When I find my brother again, I will give him this as a welcome gift. I think he will like it.

...

At the bottom of the blood-colored river, the withered old man in gray clothes looked at Song Qian, who was cleaning up the spoils like a treasure-hunting rat, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"How is it possible? How can she be so strong?!"

"Even if she cultivated a world method known for its powerful combat power, and even if she had cultivated a small world, there's no reason for her to be so terrifying!"

"No martial arts skills were used, no weapons were used, only the flesh and blood!!"

"Damn it, what level is her body at? Why does it feel more terrifying than those demon cultivators who specialize in body training?

The talisman is ineffective, the supernatural power is unshakable, what kind of flesh and blood is this! "

The old man in gray was afraid. He had practiced till now and had reached the pinnacle of the Spirit Transformation Stage, but he was stuck at this level and had no hope of advancing to the Return to Void Stage.

After noticing Song Qian's perfect Taoist body, he was indeed moved.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about being moved, because the other party's strength was so strong that it made him feel cold in his heart.

He had also come into contact with martial arts practitioners who practiced the laws of the world.

Those martial saints who have initially cultivated their inner world are indeed difficult to deal with, but no matter how strong their combat power is, they can also fight head-on in the Spirit Transformation Stage, and they are roughly on the same level.

But what he saw today really made his three views begin to collapse.

Logically speaking, that woman should be a Martial Saint, a strong person of the same level as him, but in all his practice, he has never been so afraid of a cultivator of the same level.

"Damn it! Why am I so unlucky? It's so rare to meet someone with such a perfect foundation that I can possess, but their fighting power is so terrifying..."

The old man in gray was scared. He wanted to leave, but he was reluctant to give up such a perfect body. If he retreated this time, he might never meet a suitable person to take over again. When his lifespan was exhausted, he would only die of old age in the cave.

For a moment, he was very conflicted.

Originally, he was never afraid of fighting with strong people of the same level, but at this moment, he really felt wary.

The woman in the purple robe didn't use any tricks. She just relied on her physical strength and an ordinary punch to easily kill the Divine Transformation level cultivator.

If all means are used, God knows how powerful it will be!

But if he let it go, he would feel a little unwilling.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a jade slip from his storage bag and crushed it suddenly.

Such a perfect body, even if I can't get it myself, I must not let it go. Since I can't use it, I will present it to the ancestor!

With the ancestor's strength at the peak of the Return to Void Realm, wouldn't it be easy for him to defeat a Martial Saint?

No matter how strong his combat power is, he is only a Martial Saint. The ancestor once used formations to defeat demigods who practiced world laws. Wouldn't it be easy to deal with a Martial Saint?

Thinking this in his heart, he muttered hesitantly, "Should be easy, right?"

"Oh? Old man, what do you mean by easy as pie?"

The old man turned around in horror, only to find that Song Qian had appeared behind him at some point. At this moment, a shadow slowly dissipated from the place where Song Qian had been before.

The strangeness of his movements made the old man in gray realize immediately that he couldn't win, there was no way he could win!

Without any hesitation, he transformed into a long rainbow and sped away, ready to flee from this place.

As long as he could escape from this fragment of the world and enter the ocean of fog, he would still have a chance to escape because of the special feature of the fog that blocks the detection of divine consciousness.

But although he was fast, he was still far behind Song Qian. Just as he escaped from the river, he saw a fist light rising from behind him that made the old man's scalp numb!

The old man's face changed drastically. He had no time to dodge and could only turn his protective magic weapon into a mountain to block the attack behind him.

next moment,

boom!

A violent roar sounded, and the mountain transformed from the body-protecting magic weapon immediately collapsed into pieces as soon as it came into contact with Song Qian's fist light. The body of the gray-clothed old man also suddenly exploded at this moment.

When his Nascent Soul flew out in a panic, Song Qian had already taken a step forward. It seemed that a hopeless world of sword energy was taking shape in the palm of her hand. With a hissing sound, the Nascent Soul was crushed and strangled, and its body and soul were destroyed!

"Cool!"

Victoria Song breathed a sigh of relief and felt extremely refreshed.

"If I'm this powerful even without using my full strength, then my brother must be invincible!"

"Don't worry now. With his ability, no matter where he goes, he will be able to walk sideways!"

Chapter 542: You are quite powerful, worthy of my sword

Another storage bag was obtained. Just as Song Qian was about to check the spoils, suddenly, a muffled thunderous sound rumbled from the distant sky.

In this broken world, dark clouds rolled in, and the dark mass gathered together to form a huge face.

Song Qian frowned and looked over, only to see thunder rumbling and lightning flashing inside the face made of clouds. An old man in a golden robe was walking slowly towards her amidst the thunder, staring at her with a gloomy face.

"Junior, where is my useless disciple?"

The sound was plain, but it was like thousands of thunders exploding at the same time, like the roar of the power of heaven. At this moment, the world below trembled violently, and a vortex composed of thunder began to appear in the void, rumbling and spinning around the old man.

Victoria Song stared at the other person with a strange look in her eyes.

This Tianyuan is a really great place. These old guys have their own ways of showing off. I have learned a lot from them, really learned a lot!

"Are you talking about the old grandfather who is as shriveled as tree bark?"

Victoria Song looked a bit socially anxious. She smiled shyly, pointed at the bone fragments on the ground, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, you're late. How about you collect them and try to piece them together?"

The old man in the golden robe narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was using a secret method to determine Song Qian's true level of cultivation.

After a while, he sneered, "A martial saint who practices world law?"

"You are indeed quite capable of killing my disciple, but now that you have met me, your journey has come to an end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and suddenly clenched his fist. In an instant, the shadows of thousands of mountains appeared in front of him.

"The Mountain-Suppressing Technique: One is the mountain, two is the soul, and three is the intention!"

The old man had a serious expression on his face. His disciple was quite powerful. He was one of the top ones in the Spirit Transformation Stage, but he died at the hands of this woman. If nothing unexpected happened, the opponent's combat power was estimated to be close to the Return to Void Stage!

Facing such an enemy, he did not dare to hold back at all. He raised his hand and pressed the ground below.

"Pardon!"

"The peaks of the Broken Realm are dark and gloomy, and the sun is invisible. Today, I, Li, pardon and enfeoff your souls as mountain gods. You may enjoy the power of my incense and sacrifices!"

"Since you have accepted Li's incense, you should obey my orders. Come out!"

The old man in the golden robe roared, and saw that the mountains below seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand in mid-air, and wisps of aura that ordinary people could not see emanated from the bottom of these mountains.

The mountain spirits roared and rushed towards the phantoms of thousands of mountains in front of the old man unwillingly and helplessly.

The old man sneered, "The Mountain Suppression Technique is something I prepared specifically for warriors who practice worldly laws. I want to see if your little world can withstand the suppression of thousands of mountains with mountain spirits!"

The old man in the golden robe kept making hand seals and began to integrate the power of thunder into the densely packed mountains. After everything was ready, he looked at Song Qian with some curiosity.

This martial arts expert, who he thought was not easy to deal with, was currently reading a book with great interest.

Seeing the old man's gaze, Victoria Song smiled with interest and said, "Are you ready? Did you know that your spellcasting prelude is a bit too long?"

"so what?"

The old man stood proudly, "I have the Mountain Suppression Technique to protect me. Even if you wanted to launch a sneak attack, how could you break through the defenses of this thousand-layered mountain?"

Victoria Song smiled and put the magic book in her hand into the storage ring.

Brother was right, it was easiest to break through in cultivation during a war. Sure enough, just now, in this tense situation, she comprehended the forbidden spell Dimensional Wind Blade and actually had a small epiphany.

Although my understanding is not complete, at least I have gotten started.

It really surprised her.

"Old man, you are quite powerful. It is worth it for me to use my sword once!"

But Song Qian raised her hand and swung her right hand. A blood-red sword flashed from between her eyebrows and fell into her hand.

This is her natal immortal sword that she has been tempering since she was promoted to the martial arts spirit.

It had never appeared in the world during the Great Zhou Dynasty. Today is its first battle!

After obtaining the magic sword, Song Qian's whole aura began to change. Her originally purple robe slowly transformed into blood red, and even her long, beautiful black hair turned blood red, moving without wind, looking extremely enchanting!

The old man in the golden robe narrowed his eyes. He clearly noticed that the pressure from the other party was constantly rising. The broken world below began to make crackling sounds. The pressure that made him feel fearful had far exceeded the scope of a Martial Saint!

"Are you a demigod of martial arts?"

Victoria Song grinned, "No, according to you, I'm only a half-saint!"

"Impossible! I've killed a Martial Saint who cultivated the laws of the world. A Martial Saint can't possibly possess such a powerful aura!"

"I am indeed a Martial Saint!"

Song Qian, with a blood-red glow, laughed, and the old man's scalp tingled.

"However, I am not an ordinary Martial Saint. I am a flawless Martial Saint who can kill demigods!"

"Hmph! Pretending to be a ghost!"

The old man snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it. As his sleeves waved, the thousand mountains that were integrated with the mountain souls and blessed with the will of thunder directly turned into entities, covering the sky and suppressing Song Qian!

"Whether you are a demigod or a martial saint, under the Mountain Suppression Technique, everything is illusory!"

This method is a magical power that he has comprehended after many years of meditation. With the blessing of thousands of mountains, it is specially used to suppress martial arts masters who possess an inner world.

Song Qian smiled slightly, holding the sword in one hand, and soared into the sky to meet the attack.

Facing the mountains that blocked out the sky and seemed to be destroying the world, she seemed to turn a blind eye. The blood-red light kept shuttling across the sky, moving forward again and again in the gaps between the mountains, getting closer and closer to the old man's position.

The posture of ascending to heaven with ease and ease does not seem like a battle, but more like an outing and stroll.

"What kind of movement is this?"

The old man in the golden robe felt his scalp tingling and was extremely horrified.

He thought of countless possibilities and guessed that the woman in front of him might be able to break his Mountain Suppressing Technique with her extremely strong fighting power, but he never thought that the other party would ignore his magical powers and rush towards him in this way.

No matter how powerful the magic is, what use is it if it can't hit the person?

Just as he was frightened and ready to run away, an extremely cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"cut!"

scoff!

The sound of the protective magic weapon being torn apart was heard, and the old man in the golden robe saw a surging sea of ​​blood sweeping towards him. The endless evil spirit in the sea of ​​blood tore his soul apart, making him stand there in a daze, as if he had lost control of his body.

Finally, the blood-red ocean converged into a blood-red beam of light, which flashed across his brows, and his consciousness began to gradually collapse.

Chapter 543: Evil God Kwan Kwan

Song Qian's figure passed by the old man and stood not far away.

In his final moments, the old man reluctantly asked, "Are you really a Martial Saint?"