When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

"Ahem.

There was a coughing sound in the dim road ahead.

The four of them took up positions as if facing a formidable enemy.

They have traveled around the world all year round and have realized that this place is absolutely impossible. It is just a trial inheritance place.

There is a faint evil nature.

In the dark road, an old man slowly walked out.

He is stooped, with gray hair, his hands behind his back, and wearing a longevity hat.

"We have guests..."

The old man grinned, looking very kind at first glance, "Follow me."

Before he finished speaking, the old man turned around and walked deeper into the passage.

The four of them looked at each other, hesitating in their hearts, and did not take a step for a long time.

"You've come here, are you going back like this?" The old man's voice came from deep inside.

Lao Tie no longer hesitated in his eyes, and followed the old man's steps and walked deeper.

The young man dressed as a scholar glanced at the miserable six-fingered sky demon hanging in mid-air, and the latter shook his head.

There was even more hesitation in his eyes, but he still couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart and followed him.

Among the remaining two girls, the petite woman wanted to give up, but the little mink on the shoulder pointed to the way she came, and chirped twice. Her face turned pale instantly, and she whispered something in Zuo Qiuye's ear. .

Zuo Qiuye frowned and touched the red leaf knife on his back. The two women looked at each other and could only follow.

The heavy stone door at the rear was closed at some point!

The four of them walked in the secret passage.

Only the fire sticks gave out light.

"You can call me Grandmaster Xuanwu, um..." The old man walked at the front and said slowly, "I didn't call myself Grandmaster Xuanwu before, because I didn't dare and felt I couldn't afford this title."

"So externally, I always call myself Old Man Xuanwu, but now, I don't want to be called that. It's bad luck and it makes me look older."

Zuo Qiuye asked: "How old is your senior?"

Old man Xuanwu frowned and cursed, "Girl, why don't you open the pot and pick up the pot?"

Walking somewhere, old man Xuanwu suddenly became interested and took a few people to visit.

Walk to a place similar to an exhibition room.

Inside are human bodies, some of which are covered with silver needles, some of which are covered with iron covers, and some of which have their flesh and bones separated...

Old man Xuanwu explained one by one and told the four of them that these people were all masters of martial arts and had strong inner strength.

The young scholar who knew everything was trembling all over.

He thought of all the famous figures who suddenly disappeared...

The atmosphere was weird, but under the leadership of old man Xuanwu, the four of them continued their visit.

The four of them passed through one exhibition room after another.

Old man Xuanwu kept talking, saying that he had a noble wish when he did this.

Combine the practice system with the warrior system!

Internal power, aura...their essences are very different, but they can all bring power to humans that is different from ordinary people.

The spiritual energy is exhausted and the old path no longer works. Then...can we specialize in the direction of internal strength?

Before that, we must understand what the nature of internal force is.

Therefore, he spent a hundred years to set up a trap, gain great fame in the mortal world, establish a inheritance, and arrange a trial site.

Then every once in a while, news about the inheritance site will be released. There will be a steady stream of strong people coming.

Those who passed the trial were all martial arts masters with strong internal energy, who could serve as his guinea pigs to explore the nature of internal energy.

The more the old man Xuanwu spoke, the more chilled the four people following him became.

It was as if I was in the midst of great terror.

Old Xuanwu suddenly turned his head and showed a scary smile.

A powerful internal force poured out and turned into invisible pressure, tightly controlling the four people in place.

The four people in Zuoqiuye broke out in cold sweat, "So... so powerful."

Old man Xuanwu is a practitioner.

After his spiritual energy was exhausted, he spent hundreds of years studying the inner strength of martial arts in the mortal world.

The inner strength is so powerful that it is hard to estimate.

Therefore, even if they don't use their cultivation, the four of them will not be his opponents.

"Nizi, if I read it correctly, your inner strength is the most domineering, let's start with you..."

Old man Xuanwu looked at Zuo Qiuye.

He took out a peeling knife from the wooden table beside him.

Zuo Qiuye's pupils were about to burst, and the terrifying bodies that were almost inhuman form appeared in his mind.

When I think about it, I will soon become one of them.

She was cold all over and would rather commit suicide.

Old man Xuanwu approached step by step.

…

"Rumble..."

Floods mixed with heavy rain.

Acres were flooded and houses were swept away.

In addition to the panic of facing a major disaster, everyone in the pagoda also suffered from the grief of losing their loved ones to some extent.

Outside Longcheng, no one who built a flood defense line survived.

Sadly.

Human power is so insignificant in front of nature.

The project involving tens of thousands of people collapsed before a few floods.

Inside the pagoda, sobs could be heard.

But at this moment.

Floods hit the pagoda again.

With a bang and violent shaking, the door of the pagoda was opened through a gap.

Yellow-brown seawater, mixed with some residual wood and stones, rushed into the tower crazily.

"Quick! Go up!"

Wang Shui's pupils shook, and he was the first to rush out, trying to block the crack in the door with his body.

It's a pity that it doesn't have much effect.

Yang Xiuhua also heard the noise.

She was shocked and hurriedly ran towards Gao Chu.

The floodwaters reached the first, second, and third floors before the rising tide began to slow down.

The people in the Longcheng Pagoda were completely isolated and huddled in the dark pagoda, waiting for God to show mercy and not kill them all.

Wang Shui was soaked, but luckily, he was fished out by several men who were good at swimming.

Rumble...

Under the impact of the flood...

The pagoda tilted!

Some women and children slipped and rolled all the way to the water on the ground floor, and their lives were unknown.

"Ah!"

Yang Xiuhua slipped, because the pagoda tilted at a large angle. If she fell, she would most likely fall directly into the flood!

At this critical moment.

Wang Shui saw this and hurried to help and straighten it.

Yang Xiuhua didn't have time to thank him.

Suddenly.

The sound from the outside world.

Stopped instantly.

The flood stopped roaring, and the rain stopped falling.

Then, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded.

A golden long sword came from the north and plunged into the flood.

Afterwards, the floods around them faded away as if they had seen a great terror.

Then.

A middle-aged figure fell from the sky and landed beside the golden sword.

He only heard a loud roar, "Evil dragon, accept your death!"

He raised the Dragon-Suppressing Sword and rushed to the sky.

And in the dark sky.

A huge dragon appeared, the initiator of all this.

All he heard was a life-shattering dragon roar.

One man and one dragon fought together.

Huang Tingsheng's cultivation, which had been sealed for more than three hundred years, broke out at this moment.

Peak of the Spiritualization!

The evil dragon was not weak either. After all, it was a terrifying monster that could easily stir up a flood. A long time ago, its cultivation had reached the Void Refining Realm.

But after years of sealing and the exhaustion of spiritual energy.

Its strength was not as good as before. It was much weaker than the early stage of the Void Refining Realm, but stronger than the peak of the Spiritualization Realm.

However, the Dragon-Suppressing Sword had a natural suppression on the dragons.

For a moment, they were evenly matched.

Huang Tingsheng cut off one of the dragon's claws.

The dragon bit off two of Huang Tingsheng's legs, leaving blood everywhere.

The survivors in the pagoda were trembling in their hearts.