Opening Sign To Buddha Palm

Myth Practitioner is high above the sky, controlling the air and riding the wind, like a god.

It's just that no matter how ‘as if’ it is, it’s just ‘as if’, not a real god.

The myth Practitioner is also a human, and also has its own limit.

For example, in the Third Stage Heavenly Mythology like Blood Killing Patriarch, even if you make a full shot, it is only ten miles or twenty miles apart at most. As for more, it is not enough.

As for the Martial Forest myth of Chang'an City, the shot was thousands of miles apart, it was incredible and unheard of.

Even in the prosperous Martial Dao overseas, Blood Killing Patriarch has never heard of such an unbelievable scene.

"Nonsense!"

The Patriarch of Blood Killing looked uncertain, and finally sneered suddenly: "Did you see that scene with your own eyes?"

The words of Blood Killing Patriarch came out.

The blood killer disciple was taken aback for a while, and immediately replied: "Master, I also heard..."

"Humph."

"I see."

The Patriarch of the Blood Killer snorted coldly: "Your level is too low, and I don't know the mythological methods at all."

The Patriarch of the Blood Killer regained his expression, and he figured everything out in an instant.

Ordinary people like to spread falsehoods and exaggerate words. How can they not know that the ancestor of the blood is killed?

For example, the two mythical Practitioners fought, the land collapsed, and the aftermath spread to dozens of miles.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people, it must be considered that the gods are angry and the gods are fighting, and then the more and more outrageous.

But in fact, in the eyes of the mythical Practitioner that kills the ancestor of blood, it is just the fight of the strong of the same rank.

It's nothing at all.

According to the blood-killing disciple, the mythical Practitioner of Chang'an City may indeed be a little capable, but the method of shooting thousands of miles away is far inferior.

"Don't worry, I will avenge the bloody murder of the door, but now is not the time. I have to wait for the permission of those people."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing pondered for a while, and said lightly.

"Those few?"

Upon hearing the words, the disciple of the Blood Killing Sect turned pale.

In his eyes, the Patriarch of the Blood Killing is already a godlike character, but now, the Patriarch of the Blood Killing actually uses "the few" to call others...

"It's okay to tell you."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing glanced at the disciples of the Blood Killing Sect, and said casually: "This time I returned to this continent, not alone, but with a few noble and important people."

Speaking of this, the Patriarch of the Blood Killer paused for a while, and continued: "Those great men are respected in status. If you encounter them, you must not go beyond them in the slightest."

"Otherwise, you will not only be wiped out in ashes, but you may even hurt me."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing warned.

"Yes."

The blood killer disciple's face was as pale as paper, and he repeatedly lowered his head and replied.

...

...

The mythical ancestor of the blood killer appeared.

This news quickly spread to the entire world like lightning.

Nowadays, Tang is unifying all the countries and has no power, and the blood killer is forced to dismiss his disciples, trying to escape Tang’s liquidation.

And at this time, the mythical ancestor of the Blood Killing Sect actually appeared. For the Blood Killing Sect disciple who hides like a dog in the family, it is tantamount to seeing the dawn.

"Why did the Patriarch of the Blood Killer come back again?"

"I don't know, is it because of the bloody killing of the door?"

"It's over. The Patriarch of the Blood Killer is back, and the Blood Killer door is fierce and powerful. I'm waiting for the good days to come to an end."

Countless Rivers and Lakes Practitioners feel sad.

For a long time, the blood-killing gate has always been fun to provoke the nations of the world and separating the Rivers and Lakes Martial Forest. The blood-killing gate is prosperous, which means that the world will kill more.

"However, when the Patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect came back, I don't know what the myth of Chang'an City thinks?"

Someone couldn't help but asked.

The words came out.

All Practitioners fell silent.

The three top first ranks of the Blood Killing Sect fell in the hands of the mythical Practitioner in Chang'an City. In addition, the Blood Killing Sect was forced to disband the disciples of the Sect because of this.

How could Blood Kill Patriarch ignore such grievances?

"Who do you think is better than the myth of Blood Killing Patriarch and Chang'an City?"

A Practitioner asked enthusiastically.

"I think it should be the myth of Chang'an City? After all, a few years ago, the Meng Yuan Guoshi, who was also a myth, was killed by the myth of Chang'an City..."

"Meng Yuan Guoshi did not enter the Martial Forest mythology for the first time, how could it be compared with the blood-killing ancestor?"

"Yes, the blood killing ancestor was the Martial Forest myth as early as two hundred years ago. Now that he has traveled overseas for two hundred years, he has a lot of Ascension strength. The myth of Chang'an City can kill the Meng Yuan national master with one finger, but he may not be able to defeat the blood. Kill the Patriarch."

Countless Practitioners talked quickly.

In their opinion, Su Qin's strength is unfathomable, but the Patriarch of the Blood is not weak, especially in the past two hundred years, God knows what height the Patriarch of the Blood has reached.

"In my opinion, the myth of Chang'an City shouldn't be the opponent of Blood Killing Sect Patriarch."

An elderly Practitioner made a final conclusion.

Although Su Qin was overpowering the world, the blood-killing sect master was already invincible two hundred years ago. When the two did not fight head-on, everyone felt that the blood-killing sect master was stronger.

After all, in Martial Dao cultivation, one party has cultivated two hundred years more than the other, and it is clear at a glance which is strong and weak.

Just when the world was talking about it.

Chang'an City.

Inside the palace.

"It is indeed the blood killing Patriarch."

Emperor Tang looked solemn as water, looked at the intelligence in his hand, and said in a deep voice.

Now that Tang Dynasty is dominating the world, as early as when the Patriarch of the Blood Killer appeared for the first time, relevant information was passed to the Emperor Tang.

However, Tang Huang still had doubts in his heart at the time, but as time passed, more and more information came, but Tang Huang had to believe it.

"Your Majesty, what should I do now?"

A minister stood up, looked at Emperor Tang, and asked with cupped hands.

Emperor Tang was silent for a while, and said: "I will mobilize the army to strengthen the inspection of Chang'an City."

The other courtiers looked at each other when they heard the words, their lips opened, but they didn't continue to say anything.

In fact, we can only do what the Emperor Tang said, otherwise what can we do? Is it possible to take the initiative to find the Patriarch of Blood Killing and take him down?

Let’s not talk about whether Tang Guo can take down the whereabouts of the blood-killing ancestor who is the Martial Forest myth, and who can grasp the whereabouts of the blood-killing ancestor alone?

The myth of Martial Forest controls the air and rides the wind for tens of thousands of miles a day. Maybe today you are in the extreme west, and tomorrow you will be in the extreme north.

After the court meeting ended.

Emperor Tang hurried to the East Palace.

"Mr. Ruan, hasn't the third brother contacted you yet?" Tang Huang found Ruan Qing and asked.

Although Ruan Qing claimed to be a servant of Su Qin, Emperor Tang didn't dare to really regard a Martial Forest myth as a servant, instead he was called a ‘Mr.’.

In Tang State, "Mr." is a kind of honorable name, such as Mr. Teacher.

"No."

Ruan Qing glanced at Emperor Tang, and asked in confusion, "Are you looking for the master?"

"The bloody ancestor who killed the Patriarch two hundred years ago came back without knowing why." Tang Huang roughly said what he knew.

"It seems that the overseas emperors of the Shangzong have begun to intervene." Ruan Qing thought for a while and sighed lightly.

"Then what should I do now?"

Although Emperor Tang didn't know what Ruan Qing's "Shang Zong Dajiao" meant, he also knew that it was not a good thing.

"If it's just the blood killing of the Patriarch, I can deal with it, but in addition to the blood killing of the Patriarch, those upper sects must have sent other disciples."

Ruan Qing shook his head and said.

"Now, I can only wait for the master to leave the customs..."

Ruan Qing said helplessly.

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...

Almost at the same time, all kinds of unbelievable news spread all over the world.

For example, someone once saw a woman in white flying in the sky, like a fairy from the upper realm. Someone saw a man with a sword in Tsing Yi stepping hundreds of meters, seeming to be measuring the world. Others saw a Taoist priest standing above the clouds, looking indifferently over sentient beings, as if looking for something again.

For a time, the world was shaking.

If the blood-killing ancestors who first appeared out of thin air only shocked the people of the world, then now the existence of these suspected mythological Practitioners appears one after another, which makes people panic.

"What happened?"

"Could it be that these people are returning from overseas just like the blood-killing ancestors?"

"This is the only possibility. Otherwise, the Martial Forest myth is difficult to produce in one era. How can it be so many now?"

Many Practitioners were panicked.

...

And at this moment.

On a high mountain, there are several Daoist shadows standing leisurely.

These Daoist shadows include women in white clothes who look like fairies, men with swords in Tsing Yi, and Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

At this moment.

Because of the existence of these Daoist shadows, the entire mountain top was faintly enveloped by an inexplicable aura.

"How did you check?"

The voice of the woman in white was crisp, and said lightly.

She is the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace of the Overseas Great Master, named Bingling. She came here on the order of the teacher to determine whether this continent is a fabled place of great controversy.

As for the others, they are also the proud sons of the Supreme Pope from overseas.

"Although the current vitality of this continent is still far less than overseas Sect, its growth rate is far faster than overseas."

Speaking of this, the man in Tsing Yi with a sword paused for a while and continued: "According to the current trend, at most a hundred years, the vitality and spirit of this place will be comparable to overseas, and in two hundred years, it will completely surpass overseas."

The words came out.

Everyone on the court changed their expressions.

"Then what are you waiting for? I might as well wait to join forces, enter the kingdom of Tang, completely control the continent, and then greet me to wait for Sect to come over." A rough man said with a grin.

When everyone on the field first arrived, they knew that this continent was ruled by a country called Tang Guo.

"Entering the country of Tang?"

The Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe frowned slightly: "But I heard that in the city of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, there seems to be a mythical Practitioner sitting in town, and his strength is not weak..."

"Is the strength not weak?" The rough man grinned: "Compared with me and other overseas countries, it is not even commonplace. Any mythology Practitioner can be invincible for an era."

"But in front of me waiting for the disciples, what is it?"

"Anyone can sweep this place."

The rough man's tone showed a thick arrogance.

"Not bad." The man in Qingyi with negative sword nodded slightly: "As a disciple of the Great Teacher, whether it is the Cultivation Technique or the inheritance, how can it be compared to the commonplace here?"

"That's great."

Bing Ling, the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace, nodded slightly: "In this case, we will go to Chang'an City. If the mythical Practitioner is interested and lowers his head, he can spare his life, if not, he will be killed directly."

...

...

Under Chang'an city.

In the majestic Great Hall.

Su Qin slowly opened his eyes.

"Realm is finally stable."

Su Qin's expression flashed with satisfaction.

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