Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Snowflakes were falling heavily on the banks of the Liuli River.

Not far away, there were graves covered by snow, resembling steamed buns.

Not far from the grave, there is a pavilion.

Among them were teenagers practicing martial arts.

Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren stood in the wind and snow, letting the snow fall on them.

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes fluttered down, making a crackling sound as they landed on me.

On the banks of the Liuli River, an old man with a hunched back, dressed in a straw raincoat, fished alone in the cold river.

The old man looked wary when he saw Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren.

He glanced at the king's power, then at the boy in the pavilion, said nothing, and continued fishing alone on the cold river.

Ying Jiaren frowned.

Because, after falling into the fragments of history, she immediately became aware of herself.

As expected: her [sexual cultivation] power dissipated, and even her [life cultivation] power was greatly suppressed.

The power of one's own flesh and blood has also decreased significantly.

"Wang Quan, we're in trouble!"

Wang Quan stretched his limbs and said confidently, "No, this is not a problem."

"It was just a coincidence!"

"If we can defeat and kill this boy, perhaps we can remain in this era, become kings and ancestors, and wreak havoc on the region."

Ying Jiaren... speechless.

She glanced at the snow-capped graves in the distance, then at the boy in the pavilion.

All I could feel was that this young man exuded a murderous aura.

When she looked at the boy, she felt as if she were looking at mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood was not formed by the gathering of killing intent; it was as if the young man had truly killed countless beings, piling up their bodies into mountains and flowing with blood into rivers.

Even more terrifying is:

She even sensed the boy standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, leisurely bathing and changing clothes.

This is hardly a stroke of luck.

This is a place of absolute certainty.

She glanced at the delighted and excited Wang Quan, and sighed inwardly, "Never mind!"

"If I'm going to die here, then so be it."

She adjusted her mindset: "Senior brother, wait a moment, I'll fight him first."

"You watch his methods from the sidelines. If I lose, you'll understand his methods, and then you can avenge me."

Wang Quan shook his head: "No need!"

"You just wait here and watch what I do!"

As he spoke, he walked step by step toward the boy, and at the same time, unhurriedly rolled up his sleeves, laughed loudly, and said, "Your Honor?"

"In the so-called era of unification, you might be the greatest martial arts master in the world."

"But in these fragments of history, you are still very weak and have not yet grown up."

"You even have to give your enemy a proper burial."

"This shows that your martial arts skills are lacking."

"Young man, come, let's fight!"

juvenile........

Wang Quan continued with a smile, "If you were to fight me using other methods, I might be a little afraid."

"But you shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have, used martial arts to fight me."

"The era you live in is separated from the era I live in by a very, very long time."

"You must understand that times are changing and martial arts are progressing."

"Times have changed."

"The martial arts that once made you invincible in an era are, to us descendants, crude and unsightly!"

"Come on, use your strongest martial arts move to attack me!"

"I can subdue you with one hand."

As he spoke, he put one hand behind his back and walked step by step toward the boy.

Seeing Wang Quan's confidence, Ying Jiaren was no longer afraid; on the contrary, she felt a thoughtful joy.

"Yes."

"Times have changed!"

"Martial artists in New Continent are as numerous as hairs on a cow. In order to sell themselves, they have already pushed the martial arts of killing to the limit."

"If the monarchy controlled even a tenth of their martial arts, they could easily surpass the martial arts of the ancient times!"

"After all, martial arts are not magic."

The boy in the pavilion paused for a moment, then smiled.

The young man was dressed in brocade robes, but he was barefoot.

He walked barefoot in the snow, leaving no trace.

He ran towards the throne, the wind and snow howling, making his long hair fly backward like giant snakes.

At this moment, the old man by the river shouted, "Young man, don't fight XX head-on, you'll get beaten to death."

Wang Quan was confident and disdainful, so he quickened his pace.

The two sides are 100 meters apart:

The boy's legs flew, sometimes like a giant snake, sometimes like a praying mantis.

Wherever he passed, the wind and snow exploded, turning into a white mist that formed a giant praying mantis behind him.

Wang Quan remained unconvinced.

This mantis's methods resemble those of a Dharma-manipulating cultivator.

But so what?

This is just martial arts from an ancient era.

He quickened his pace.

The wind and snow swept through, making the ribbons on her long hair whistle.

The two sides were no more than fifty meters apart...

Ying Jiaren stared nervously at Wang Quan.

The snow and wind beneath Wang Quan's feet exploded and transformed into lotus blossoms.

These are the lotus blossoms that appear with every step of a martial arts master.

With one step, the wind and snow within a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) exploded, yet he remained untouched by dust.

"Just an old fogey when it comes to martial arts."

"Although he was an absolute powerhouse in his time."

"But at this moment, in this place, he is just a boy who has not yet grown up."

"As for me, although my strength has been suppressed by the fragments of the era, I have lived long enough and have mastered so many martial arts master killing techniques."

"Destroying him is as easy as turning my hand!"

"However, we must not embarrass him in any way."

"After all, he is the future upright judge, and a forbidden figure."

At that moment, the boy opposite him also sped up his run.

The mantis behind him became increasingly clear; as the wind and snow swept down, the mantis swung its arms, cutting through the snow and wind.

"Young man, let me see what martial arts paths you descendants have pioneered."

"Come on, kill me!"

Riverside:

The old man, fishing alone on the cold river, sighed. He found a shovel somewhere, located the spot, and began digging a hole.

In just a few breaths, the two were no more than three meters apart.

boom!

Lotus blossoms bloom beneath Wang Quan's feet, piling up one after another, lifting him up so he could walk in the air, like a god or demon on a lotus platform.

"He can cover up the whole thing with one hand!"

Wang Quan roared, his hands forming a seal. His life cultivation power surged, enhancing his martial arts. His hand seals were like the sky collapsing, suppressing this forbidden youth and crushing this future upright official.

boom! boom! boom!

The fine snowflakes exploded, turning into a white mist that spread outwards in concentric circles.

The terrifying power swept through, even causing the boy's flowing hair to fall down.

Wang Quan's lips curled up: "My seal transcends eras, representing the progress and crushing power of the times, and incorporating the most powerful killing moves of tens of thousands of martial arts masters."

"This seal, with the advancement of the new era, will suppress the decay of your old era."

"What are you going to use to block this?"

boom! boom! boom!

Layers of air exploded, and terrifying power descended.

The boy sighed, formed a hand seal, and surprisingly, the same hand seal was applied.

boom!

Handprints against handprints.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the Heaven-Shrouding Seal of Royal Power shattered, blood and flesh splattered, revealing stark white bones.

The terrifying power even sent the royal authority flying.

"Covering up the sky with one hand? Too bad, it's not as good as my Heaven-Turning Seal."

The boy sighed, took a step forward, and soared into the air, actually catching up with the flying Wang Quan, and then threw a punch.

call!call!call!

The wind and snow swept through, forming a peacock shape.

"Young men of the new era, take this blow from the old-fashioned 'Peacock Fist'!"

Gah!Gah!Gah!

The snow and wind transformed into peacocks, flying southeast.

A terrifying killing intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, rolled in.

Wang Quan roared and frantically urged his cultivation, conjuring up tens of thousands of martial arts master techniques in his mind to try and stop him.

However, no matter how much he pondered, he could not find a suitable martial art.

——Thank you—— to the unambitious Liu Hong and the weeping apes of Wuxia for their generous donations, and thank you to all the other generous donors for your support and love. To the big spenders who donated today, I will add an extra chapter tomorrow.