Xiuxian, I have a high martial arts world

Chapter 328: Fourteen Years, the Law of Space is Completed
“The way of space is to escape into form.”

Jiangguo Tianxu, a vast world.

Lin Chen closed his eyes slightly, carefully feeling the laws of space between heaven and earth.

The subtle spatial Dao essence that is difficult to detect with the naked eye or even with spiritual consciousness wanders in the void like free molecules, and continuously penetrates into Lin Chen's body.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chen took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared from the spot, and instantly appeared a hundred miles away.

"The law of space has finally been accomplished."

Lin Chen was slightly delighted and murmured.

The step just now was not an ordinary escape technique, but an application of the mystery of the law of space.

It's not just an ordinary fast escape speed, but it directly captures the space nodes between heaven and earth, and one step can cover a distance of hundreds of miles.

To be precise, at that moment he did not exist in this world, but existed in the tiny space crack between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Lin Chen's comprehension of the laws of space is only at the minor success stage. If he can go further and reach the major success or even the perfect stage, it would not be a vain thing for him to travel thousands or even tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

"After half a year, I have barely made some progress in the laws of space, but I still have a long way to go before I can reach the next realm."

Lin Chen shook his head slightly, feeling emotional.

Fortunately, there are still fifteen years before Jiang Guo Tianxu closes, and he plans to focus most of his energy on understanding the laws of space.

Lin Chen's mind moved, and his figure disappeared again and appeared in the space of the Xuantian Treasure Gourd.

Next, there will be another long period of practice.

……

In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

While Lin Chen was practicing hard, earth-shaking changes were also taking place in the outside world.

The world of immortal cultivation, Qingzhou.

Within the territory of the underworld.

A large number of demon cultivators began to gather and held blood sacrifices one after another.

In just a few decades, hundreds of millions of mortals died at the hands of evil cultivators.

Ever since the Dark Moon Demon Lord took control of the Qingzhou Demonic Sect, the destruction caused by the demonic cultivators in Qingzhou has reached an unprecedented peak.

Especially in the past ten years or so, when Lin Chen was not in Qingzhou, the demonic cultivators became more and more rampant.

Pomfret City.

This small city located between Tiandao City and Didao City is famous for a kind of pomfret fish that grows in the river beside the city.

Over the past decade, Pomfret City has taken in millions of mortals who fled from the Underground City.

There are now millions of people gathered in the city, but in recent years, all the mortals in the city have become uneasy, and even the monks have begun to flee.

In the distance, a demon army of more than 10,000 people was slowly approaching Pomfret City.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed as if the dark clouds were pressing down on the city and threatening to destroy it.

On the city wall, hundreds of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stage cultivators looked into the distance, watching the army of demon cultivators approaching more and more, with only fear and despair in their hearts.

"How could this happen? Is there really no one to control these evil cultivators?" Some young cultivators who had just entered the world of cultivation let out unwilling howls.

But in the world of immortal cultivation, power is everything, and no one cares about their pain and despair.

The dark clouds were getting closer and closer, as if they were really going to crush the city.

No, the dark clouds are really coming!

The dark clouds in the sky turned into rolling black gas, which instantly enveloped the entire Pomfret City like a thick fog.

Millions of mortals and thousands of monks in the city gradually lost their minds in this black fog.

Faintly, the sounds of fighting and cries of pain could be heard in the fog.

The army of more than 10,000 demon cultivators did not enter the city, but simply surrounded the entire city.

Three days later, the gates of Pomfret City were opened, and no living creature was left alive within dozens of miles.

All that was left in the city were burnt-out buildings, rotting corpses, and even remains reduced to bones.

In just three days, millions of mortals and thousands of monks died.

When the black fog dissipated, a dazzling red light emanated from an invisible formation, and dozens of scarlet, round pills gradually condensed and fell into the hands of a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

Over the past few decades, such scenes have happened countless times. To these magic cultivators, mortals and even low-level cultivators are nothing more than materials for refining magic pills.

Soon, tens of thousands of demon cultivators looted the entire Pomfret City and continued to move southwest that day.

Their target is the next city...

Such things are not accidental throughout Qingzhou.

In some places, demonic cultivators even began to keep mortals as captives.

They spent ten, twenty, or even thirty or forty years to allow the mortals in the city to reproduce. Whenever a baby was born, they would use the most cruel means to deprive it of everything and make it into a part of the blood pill.

In just a few decades, the population of Qingzhou has dropped by two-thirds. Only within the ten thousand li radius of Wendao City is there a little peace, but it is unknown how long this peace can last.

Qingzhou asked about the surrounding areas of the city.

An unknown small town somewhere eight hundred miles away in the southeast.

There is a small-scale cultivator market here, but what the cultivators from the outside world don’t know is that there are already thousands of independent cultivators gathered here.

These independent cultivators are not ordinary cultivators. Most of them are only at the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages, but they are all big and strong, and their bodies are full of traces of battles and killings.

These are a group of low-level monks who have practiced martial arts breathing techniques. Although their cultivation is not high, their martial arts attainments should not be underestimated.

The best among them have even reached the realm of martial ancestor, comparable to the golden elixir cultivators. And the leader of this group of independent cultivators is a martial venerable master.

This martial arts master was wearing coarse cloth, had a sturdy build, and his eyes were full of ferocity.

"Is everyone here?" he asked softly, looking around.

Soon, two casual cultivators came forward and whispered a few words.

He nodded and said, "Okay, now that everyone is here, it's time to inform everyone about this operation."

"You are all independent cultivators from Qingzhou. Over the past few decades, you have all been persecuted by the evil cultivators of the Nether Country. Your brothers and sisters, parents, relatives, friends, and even wives, daughters, and masters may have died at the hands of those evil cultivators."

His eyes were solemn and he took a deep breath, as if he was lost in memories.

Decades ago, he was also a happy casual cultivator.

His cultivation is pretty good, reaching the early stage of Golden Core.

There is also a Taoist companion who has been with him for a hundred years.

The only trouble was that his fellow Taoist had no children for him.

Until one day, his partner became pregnant.

A year later, a baby girl was born... He should have been with his wife and daughter, raising her to embark on the path of spiritual practice and live out his life in peace.

Until, a brutal massacre happened...

In the entire town, he was the only one out of 100,000 people who managed to escape.

From then on, he embarked on the path of revenge.

Memories flashed through his mind, he took a deep breath, and said loudly:

"I won't say any more sensational words. Everyone is trustworthy. I got the intelligence this time. Three days ago, Pomfret City was destroyed, and an army of 10,000 demon cultivators is heading towards another city in the southwest. That city is only 3,000 miles away from us."

"…Therefore, I decided to lead everyone to ambush the demon army. If successful, not only can we dampen the demon's arrogance, but we can also attract more people with lofty ideals to join the Martial Arts Palace and fight against the demon army together."

After saying this, the martial master-level expert looked around and waited for everyone's response.

After a while, a martial spirit-level expert stepped forward and asked, "Cang, are you sure? That's the army of the Netherworld. I heard that the Dark Moon Demon Lord, the current Lord of the Netherworld, is a cultivator from the spirit world. If they find us, even if we have more people, I'm afraid we will die without a burial place."

Cang was silent for a moment, then looked around at everyone and said firmly:
"Don't worry. According to intelligence, that army is led by only two Nascent Soul cultivators, with no more than a hundred Golden Core cultivators, and the rest are mostly Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators. With our strength, we are fully capable of stopping this army of demon cultivators."

After a pause, Cang continued:
"And I have already contacted several other fellow practitioners, and they will also launch a surprise attack on the Dark Kingdom's demonic army at the same time. There are many fellow practitioners in Qingzhou who practice martial arts, but we still lack a force to unite them. This action is the best opportunity. As long as we can severely damage the demonic army, it will prove that we have the power to resist the Dark Kingdom. At that time, more and more cultivators will stand up and fight against the demonic army with us."

"As for the Dark Kingdom Lord, Dark Moon Demon Lord... don't worry. According to my guess, his real body should still be in the spirit world. The one sitting in the Dark Kingdom's base camp in Qingzhou is at best just his incarnation. Although his incarnation may have the cultivation level of a spirit, it will never come to the front line from a distance of tens of thousands of miles to kill us. After the operation is over, we will immediately hide and secretly gather people with lofty ideals, while avoiding revenge from the demon cultivators."

Cang obviously has great prestige among this group of casual cultivators.

As he laid out his plan in full, the warriors and monks around him nodded in agreement.

Soon, this army of thousands of people left the small town and headed southeast.

Three days later, the capital of the Underworld was Mingdu.

In a magnificent hall, the Dark Moon Demon Lord sat on the throne with his eyes slightly closed, tapping the armrests rhythmically with his fingers, as if in deep thought.

At this time, several Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators rushed into the hall and said in a panic, "Your Majesty, it's bad! That group of heretics who practiced martial arts attacked the army of the Nether Kingdom on the front line, and tens of thousands of soldiers were completely destroyed. Please make a decision, Your Majesty, and kill the thieves on the front line as soon as possible!"

The Dark Moon Demon Lord opened his eyes slightly, but his expression was unusually calm.

He was silent for a long time, and then replied softly: "I understand."

Several Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators looked at each other, confused.

This is the first time in decades that the front-line demon army has been sniped on such a large scale.

According to the original plan, most of Qingzhou's territory would be taken over by the Underworld, but this attack greatly slowed down the expansion process.

"Your Majesty." Several Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators wanted to persuade him again.

But the Dark Moon Demon Lord had slowly stood up and looked forward.

A few people saw some displeasure in the Demon Lord's eyes and hurriedly took their leave.

After they had been gone for a long time, Dark Moon Demon Lord murmured in a low voice:

"Haha, the army was robbed? But do you think you can resist the Qingzhou situation like this?"

He sneered and did not tell anyone that he did not care about the casualties of the so-called Underworld army at all.

Unlike the previous Qingzhou magic commanders, he came from the spiritual world.

Whether it is the rise and fall of the underworld or the trend of the magic path, it means nothing to him.

All he wanted was to complete the mission.

As long as he can stabilize Qingzhou's fortune and provide enough luck and spiritual energy for the spiritual world, his mission will be accomplished.

By then, he will be able to get a glimpse of the mystery of the Return to Void Realm.

In other words, to him and even to the entire spiritual world, it doesn’t matter who died in Qingzhou.

No matter whether they are righteous cultivators, warriors or demonic cultivators, their deaths will be transformed into nutrients, return the Tao to heaven and consolidate their status in the spiritual world.

In the deserted hall, Dark Moon Demon Lord pondered for a long time before muttering, "Martial Arts Palace? Just a bunch of rats with nowhere to hide."

He knew that those independent practitioners who claimed to be descendants of the Martial Arts Palace had actually only practiced martial arts breathing techniques for a few years.

Decades ago, the remains of the Martial Arts Palace appeared out of nowhere and swept across the five continents like a storm.

This is the general trend of heaven and earth, and it is the birth of another cultivation system in the world of immortal cultivation, which cannot be stopped by human power.

And since that spiritual world meeting, the top leaders have tacitly approved the spread of martial arts breathing techniques.

After all, compared to lower-level monks, those monks in high positions have more advantages in practicing martial arts breathing techniques.

According to the current situation, Qingzhou's martial arts are not enough to overthrow the rule of the Underworld in Qingzhou.

But the people above are already pushing him very hard. He needs more deaths and more monks to return the Dao to heaven.

Even if the dead were the Dark Kingdom's demon cultivators, he would be happy to see it happen. Therefore, he did not stop it from happening.

Blue Star, Daxia Kingdom.

More than three years have passed since the third revival of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Over the past three years, as the spiritual energy in Daxia has become increasingly abundant, the number of cultivators has increased dramatically.

There are nearly 6,000 Jindan monks, and more than 300 Yuanying monks. The number of foundation building and Qi refining monks is even more difficult to count...

Today, the overall strength of the entire Daxia cultivation world has even surpassed Qingzhou, and even the other four of the five continents in the cultivation world.

However, compared with the cultivators from the spiritual world and Yunzhou, they are still slightly inferior.

In addition, the martial arts of Daxia have also flourished. In the past decade or so, Daxia has formed a complete system for breeding monsters.

Through the "Feeding Monsters and Restoring Their Souls" method that Lin Chen had brought back before, as well as the flesh and blood of sea beasts brought back from the Endless Sea, Daxia had its own monster meat breeding system.

Even some martial artists can eat monster meat to increase their energy and blood and improve their martial arts realm.

At the same time, three consecutive revivals of spiritual energy have made the land within a thousand miles centered on the capital of Daxia more suitable for the cultivation of spiritual medicines.

The main medicinal materials for key elixirs such as the Marrow Cleansing Pill, Foundation Building Pill, Qi and Blood Pill, and even the Golden Yuan Pill and Nascent Soul Pill, were all growing rapidly under the day and night ripening efforts of hundreds of thousands of wood spiritual root cultivators.

The pill production of the entire Daxia has reached an astonishing level. The systematic production speed is many times faster than that of Qingzhou and the sect models in the world of immortal cultivation.

When the world of immortal cultivation in Daxia was booming and the common people and cultivators in Qingzhou were being ravaged by the evil sect, another ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Tianxu of Jiang State is thousands of miles away from Jiangdu.

A figure was hanging in the air, it was Lin Chen.

He just closed his eyes slightly, capturing the spatial laws and spatial nodes between heaven and earth.

The next second, he took a step forward and appeared outside Jiangdu City.

One step covers a thousand miles and shrinks the distance to an inch.

"The law of space has finally been perfected." Lin Chen couldn't help but smile.

During these fifteen years, he devoted most of his time and energy to practicing the laws of space.

What he comprehended was not only the laws of space, but he also gradually touched the threshold of the space realm...

(End of this chapter)