Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Looking at the weed-covered plain in front of her, Song Lingxue was slightly stunned. She lowered her head to look at the piece of dry bones that she had crushed. Her heart felt a little cold and she was speechless for a moment. She was under an indescribable strong shock.

It had only been a short time since they separated, and such a great martial arts master died like this?

The Great Saint of Martial Arts is one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, and he can decide the life and death of an area of ​​the star field with a flip of his hand.

As a fellow martial artist, she knew very well the strength of the Great Sage Bi Yue. It was a sacred mountain whose top she could not even see now; it was out of reach.

A strong man of this level has now turned into the same dry bones as the ones under her feet.

Is this the horror of the battlefield of all realms...

Song Lingxue took a deep breath. The fragrance of grass and trees was mixed with a faint sweetness, which was the lingering fragrance of blood.

The silver-white halberd glowed faintly. As the spirit of a semi-holy weapon, it seemed a little confused at the moment. It had not been completely refined by Song Lingxue. It followed Song Lingxue with the mission of surveillance.

Now, the mission had only begun for a few days and the previous master had already fallen. The situation changed too quickly for it to be able to catch up.

For a moment, it didn't know where to go next.

This place is the battlefield of all realms, even a great sage can fall easily, let alone a mere semi-holy war weapon.

Song Lingxue came back to her senses and noticed the agitation of the halberd behind her. She immediately raised her finger and gently stroked the halberd blade:

"If you have nowhere else to go, then follow me for now. I will grow up quickly enough to control you."

Zhanji did not respond and fell into silence. Thinking about the future was a bit beyond its scope, so it chose to just cover its head and take a nap.

When you wake up from a good sleep, the road ahead will reveal itself.

It had been sleeping for a long time before, not just this period of time.

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Martial Hall.

In the hall filled with auspicious stars, a burly man knelt down to salute, with cold sweat on his forehead:

"Palace Master, the group of Great Sage Bi Yue... have all died in the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Worlds."

The death of a great sage is also a big loss for the Martial Hall.

"The luck of heaven has already returned. You Biyue never asked for the luck of heaven to bless her until her death. It must be the Immortal Alliance who took action."

Fu Pinglan opened his empty eye sockets and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about Chu Zheng for now. Wu Zu sent a message the day before yesterday saying that there are unusual movements in the universe. This is the third time to attack the boundary this year."

"I think the evil demons in the mythical realm of the universe are almost unable to hold back, and they urgently need a lot of heavenly luck to support them to enter the ancestral realm. In recent years, too many lives have died in the universe, and the power of the evil demons has increased greatly. I am afraid it will be difficult to resolve it peacefully."

"We should resolve the problem of the heavens as soon as possible and help Wu Zu gain more luck. Only in this way can we gain the upper hand in the subsequent Dao wars."

As he spoke, Fu Pinglan slowly stood up, his expression showing a bit of solemnity:

"Xiao Yuan, pass on the order to the deputy hall master, recalling all the martial saints and above who are out there, and fully supporting the battlefield of the heavens."

"I want to go back 450 million years to try to regain my eyes. The future is uncertain. You hold my Dao Seal and monitor the destiny at all times. Once I encounter an accident and the destiny of martial arts is reversed, immediately summon Emperor Tian Xing Wu back to the palace, borrow the destiny to enter the ancestral realm, and stabilize the situation."

As he spoke, a blood-colored secret seal condensed in Fu Pinglan's palm and passed it to Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan's face was solemn. He took the seal with both hands and bowed his head in response:

"Yes, I hope that the Palace Master will achieve success in this mission."

Fu Pinglan's face was cold. He still didn't know what his eyes had seen in the past that was forced to stay in the past without any memory in his mind.

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The death of a martial arts master did not cause much ripples in the entire universe.

It is like the ripples on the boundless ocean, appearing only for a moment and disappearing in the next instant.

Everything on the battlefield of all realms remains the same as before, the fighting never stops, and all that can be seen is tears and blood that would take thousands of years to dry.

An endless supply of new blood, from every corner of the universe, poured into the terrifying meat grinder of the battlefield of all realms. There was no shortage of living beings that rose up from this and made a prosperous journey, but there were even more nameless bones that were drowned in the waves of blood.

Under the earth that is soaked in blood and bones, live the descendants of the first creatures on the battlefield of all realms, but they have now been excluded by all sects.

These descendants called themselves the "Heavenly Bloodline" and lived in the underground palace, drawing a clear line between themselves and the Immortal Alliance Martial Palace and all the heavens and worlds.

Over the years, in the eyes of these creatures of the universe, the Heavenly Bloodline named "Grass Descendants" has transformed the dark underground into a new world through various channels and transmission arrays.

The underground palace is connected in all directions, spanning most of the lower sky, and is divided into four major regions: east, west, south, and north. There are countless magic arrays inside, and countless living beings are hiding there, and there are eyes and ears everywhere.

If we were to ask where in the lower realm there are the most fragments, apart from the underground palace, some of the weak creatures here especially like to clean up the battlefield and search for some cultivation resources in the cracks to fill their stomachs. This is forced by the environment.

More than a month ago, with the help of his magical power of disguise as a half-demon, and with the affinity of a Qi cultivator, Chu Zheng easily sneaked into the underground palace and took over this small shop.

He planned to stay here for a long time, and through transforming into another person to experience the calamity, he could dissipate the calamity and completely quiet down for a while.

The Martial Palace was hunting him, the Immortal Alliance's attitude towards him was not very clear, and as an immortal cultivator, it was difficult for him to find a place in the Ten Thousand Worlds. For a time, he was surrounded by enemies and had no way out.

His best option at the moment is to temporarily retreat from the world and disappear completely for a period of time.

The streets were bustling with people, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of worldly life and peace. Chu Zheng leaned back in a recliner, his eyes scanning the many creatures passing by on the street, sorting out the vast amount of information absorbed in his mind.

When his spiritual eyes swept across a figure, he suddenly sat up, his eyes slightly changed:

[Shang Zuling (Level 6): Bone age 109, cultivation level middle stage of Tongxuan realm, former centurion of the second battalion of the Immortal Alliance Posha Army, forced blood transfusion, broken and then rebuilt, severely injured (repairable).]

Shang Zuling? !