Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

"Daluo Jinxian?"

The tower master was at a loss for a while. This realm involved a blind spot in his knowledge.

But he quickly realized that this realm should be eternity, but the other party changed his name and gave himself a new name.

"I never thought that planning for eternity would finally succeed you."

The tower master looked at Wu Chong and said calmly.

"Eternity is not so easy to bear. You may have felt it. Now you have no way to enter the world below. Because they cannot bear your power, entering by force will only destroy the world. Even if the clone enters, it will It will affect and change the environment. People who come into contact with you will be assimilated by your power, lose themselves, and become madmen who blindly worship."

"Eternity represents endless loneliness."

"Those who once cared about you and followed you will be gone. They will forget you and live in another falsehood, because their memories cannot carry you."

The tower master talked nonchalantly.

"Lonely?"

Wu Chong's eyes glanced down from the sacred mountain.

The world was distorted, and the scene of the world collapsed when his eyes glanced over it. Just looking at it gives people the feeling that the world is coming to an end.

"If you are afraid of even this little thing, why are you pursuing eternity?"

Wu Chong pinched his fingers.

With a 'bang' sound, the tower master's last consciousness was crushed to pieces by him. This powerful man who had been sitting on the Eternal Mountain for thousands of years completely disappeared.

After crushing the tower master, all the breath was swallowed up by him.

The power is upgraded, transcending everything.

"Uncle Wu?"

A ray of Taichu's will was separated from Wu Chong's body, and Zhang Tianluo, who was sacrificed, came back to life. Reversing life and death is easy for Wu Chong now. The resurrected Zhang Tianluo glanced around blankly, and finally noticed Wu Chong.

His memory still lingers on the last desperate moment.

As soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, the enemy was dead and had no idea what was happening.

The 'Uncle Wu' who helped him also changed dramatically. Even at this moment, he couldn't stand the momentum that was gradually getting stronger. When the other party looked over, there were cracks on his body, and he felt like he was about to melt.

"Live well, the world is big. Walk more and see more! Young people should not be so extreme."

Wu Chong reached out and patted the nephew.

His resurrection of Zhang Tianluo was just a random idea.

For him now, his own circle has enveloped everything. After squeezing the tower owner to death, he inherited everything the other party had. Such a terrifying growth made the world reject him.

This time, not even the world of Immortal Mansion can hold him. His personality officially transcends everything, and neither the three realms nor the five elements can hold him.

"I will, Uncle Wu, what are you doing?"

"I'm fine, very fine."

Amidst the laughter, Wu Chong's body turned into light little by little, and finally turned into specks of dust and disappeared into the sky.

"As the saying goes, if you jump out of the three realms, you are no longer in the five elements! From now on, you will be free and at ease, and the cause and effect of all calamities will not touch you."

The edge of the ultimate gate.

A pure white figure emerged. This figure was the immortal corpse that Wu Chong dropped casually. Immortal Corpse took two steps forward and gently grabbed the breath on the door. The last remaining breath of the tower master above was also wiped out by him.

From now on, the monks on the other side of the Chaos Sea will never hear the call of 'eternity' again.

The power continued to rise, and the body officially transcended the world and became an eternal legend.

Inside Heifeng Village.

Yan Jiu, Lian Xing and others were at a loss for a while, feeling as if they had forgotten something.

Someone in their memory has been forgotten.

Because their memories could no longer hold that person, but this situation only lasted for a short moment, and soon the familiar figure appeared.

"The boss!"

"Brother Wu."

Everyone gathered together, and they even forgot what happened just now.

Wu Chong, dressed in black, swept past the relatives below, then laughed loudly and flew into the hall of Heifeng Village.

"From today on, Black Wind Village will open its gates and recruit disciples. From now on, my lineage will be called - Wanxian Dao."

"yes."

The crowd was excited, and the leader's behavior was tantamount to telling them that the road to Black Wind Village was complete, and there was no need to catch mice for experiments like before. Especially Gu Xuan Immortal Lord, a monk who transferred to cultivation in the middle, has endured countless hardships. Now the road is finally smooth.

The same goes for Yan Shijiu. As Wu Chong's eldest disciple, he felt that no matter how hard he messed around, he would be able to get a seat in the Juyi Hall, the one near the front.

It's just that Juyi Hall can no longer be called Juyi Hall from now on, it's a bit irregular.

Just suggest it to Master and change the name to ‘Lingxiao Palace’!

"Brother Wu"

Jing Ling and Ling Zhujun stood where they were and did not leave.

"Then let's come together."

Wu Chong, who was sitting on the high seat, laughed loudly and led the two of them out of the Juyi Hall.

Yuanfang Lianxing and other gang members all showed curious expressions.

After all these years, is Shanzhai finally going to have an heir?

"Miss Lianxing, I think you should go too." The Dragon King squatting behind suddenly said.

"Yes, yes! You are the one who has known the Master for the longest time."

"Come on, my eldest brother is famous for being irresponsible. He disappeared on an unknown day. You don't know how miserable Sister Zhujun and I lived over there in the Sea of ​​Chaos."

Lian Xing rolled his eyes.

This group of people didn't understand Wu Chong's position in her heart, so they said this.

In her mind, she couldn't help but recall the scene when her elder brother named him a long time ago when he was still very weak.

"From now on, let's call you Lianxing!"

night.

Wu Chong was lying on the bed.

Looking at the sky, a wisp of black energy flashed past.

He is indeed not Wu Chong's true body. His true body has jumped out of the Three Realms and Five Elements. Just because the main body can't come down, it doesn't mean that the Three Corpses Dharmakaya can't. His 'False Immortal Way' is different from the path taken by the tower master and others. What they can't do, he can do.

Wu Chong's body passed through the world, the five elements disappeared, the turbid energy dissipated, and his consciousness appeared in another space.

His current state is very mysterious. It is not that he has jumped out of the world in the physical sense, but that he has truly left.

The relationship between the world and him became magical.

It seems to be a book, in which the past, present and future are all contained.

He opened the book and landed on the pages of the past.

His consciousness was like a sea, passing through the words on the page, and he seemed to be back at the starting point.

That gang called the Three Rivers Gang.

In the gang, the leader is telling the gang culture to the subordinates and brainwashing them constantly. Most of the bandits looked excited, but some were not interested. A young bandit in the corner is like this. Although he raises his hands from time to time, in fact, all he thinks about is how to make money and learn the martial arts in the gang.

Looking at this familiar face, Wu Chong suddenly smiled.

He reached out his hand and passed his palm through the pages.

The palm of his hand crossed the river of time and the barrier of the world, captured the self before crossing, copied and stored the memory, and then took out the power of the panel in the body, fused the two together, and clicked into the eyebrows of the young bandit.

"Follow the leader and start a business without fear of hardship."

Among the leaders of the Sanhe Gang, a dazed young bandit was in a trance. When he heard the supervisor's shouts on the stage, he couldn't help but muttered.

"This pancake painting technique is not classy at all!"

This small voice was quickly drowned out by the voices next to him, and no one noticed him.

(End of the book) (End of this chapter)