The Holy Land of Ancient Martial Arts, it is rumored that the martial arts methods left by all the strong martial arts masters in the martial arts domain from ancient times to the present are recorded there. For those in the martial arts, those methods are the supreme treasures.
And among them, there is also a Book of Martial Arts.
"This book is a collection of what the martial arts masters of the past generations have learned after observing the martial monuments in the Chaotic Land. This book contains all the martial arts methods!"
In Ye Mo's mouth, the Book of Martial Arts is the key to reviving martial arts.
At that time, the Martial Lord Ye Guyun also surpassed the imperial realm and achieved the position of Martial Lord after reading this book.
For ordinary people, that book is too profound and difficult to understand. People who are not familiar with martial arts cannot understand it at all.
"The human body contains many mysteries, which are mysterious and as vast as the universe. One of the ways of martial arts is to discover and explore the mysteries of the human body. If you can find this book, you can hopefully figure out where your problems lie."
According to the old man Ye Mo, Mo Que must have forgotten the past because there must be some kind of problem with him.
And that Book of Martial Arts can find all the answers related to the human body. As long as he can find the problem, he can remember the past and make up for the incomplete memory.
"Wu Ji Tian Shu?" Mo Que remembered the name.
As Ye Mo said, if this book really records all the mysteries about the human body, this book is indispensable if we want to revive martial arts.
Although his body is powerful, this is a path that only belongs to him. Others may not be suitable for it. If he wants to make martial arts flourish again, he needs to know more about this path. It is meaningless if he is the only one who is strong.
"Where is the Holy Land of Ancient Martial Arts?" Mo Que decided to go. Whether it was for martial arts or for himself, he had to go to the Holy Land of Ancient Martial Arts.
"People from all regions have been searching for this place for many years, and clues were found not long ago. It is located on the Tianshan Mountains in the extreme north of the martial arts region. The mountain is 30,000 feet high, and it is covered in ice for nine thousand miles. It is inaccessible unless you are above the King's Realm."
Ye Mo said in a deep voice: "The Holy Land was blocked by Martial Lord back then and could not be easily entered. But now too long has passed and Martial Lord's power is not much left. People from all regions are now thinking of ways to open the Holy Land. If you want to go,
It's best to leave as soon as possible."
When Mo Que heard this, he immediately stopped staying for a long time. Otherwise, if someone from outside the realm opened the Holy Land first, no one knows what would happen.
Knowing that he was leaving, all the martial arts people in the valley appeared and sent him to the entrance of the valley.
The eyes of hundreds of people were focused on him. There was uneasiness, suspicion, and expectation in those eyes.
"I will come back again." Mo Que knew that these people had regarded him as the whole hope of martial arts, and were worried that he would never come back, which made them feel uneasy.
Looking at the weak and pale faces, he stepped forward, cut his wrist with a hair, and put the blood that flowed out into a bottle.
"Wu Zun, what are you doing?" Everyone was shocked when they saw him mutilating his body.
Mo Que filled the bottle in his hand with blood and handed it to Ye Mo, saying: "The environment here is too harsh. This blood can replenish the damaged vitality in their bodies."
Ye Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he realized Mo Que's intention.
Seeing Mo Que's actions, the fear and uneasiness in the eyes of those young people finally dissipated a lot. Mo Que could do these things for them, which meant that he still valued them in his heart, which made them feel at ease.
"But..." Ye Mo looked complicated and said: "The blood of a warrior is so precious. If you lose so much blood at once, it will have a great impact on your martial body and your strength will be greatly reduced."
"It doesn't matter!" Mo Que's face was a little pale due to excessive bleeding, and said: "The blood flowing in our bodies is all the blood of the Martial Lord. It comes from the same source and is no different from a close relative connected by blood."
"And I can't fight against the people of the Four Realms on my own now. I can't take you away yet, but I can't bear the torture you have here. This blood is the only thing I can do for you now."
After hearing Mo Que's words, everyone present had their eyes red.
Originally, they knew nothing about this man who had half of Wu Zun's blood and was appointed by Wu Zun to respect him as their master and lead the revival of martial arts. They could not trust him at all.
Moreover, the reason why martial arts is what it is today is all due to people from the Immortal Realm, and Mo Que is a person from the Immortal Realm.
Although Wu Zun explained it, in the hearts of these people, they could not completely trust Mo Que from the bottom of their hearts. It was not until this moment that Mo Que did not hesitate to sacrifice his own strength to leave them these blood that they felt in their hearts that this was a person they could truly trust.
people.
Wu Zun’s choice was not wrong.
"Farewell to the Martial Lord!"
Ye Mo took the blood bottle, raised it above his head, respectfully, and was the first to kneel down.
"Farewell to the Martial Lord!"
Then, all the martial arts practitioners here knelt down and worshiped without hesitation.
Compared to when Mo Que first arrived here, at this moment, they were truly convinced!
"It won't take long before I will take you away from here, so that my martial arts people will no longer be oppressed by any area, and no longer have to live in humiliation hiding in this place!" Mo Que did not refuse this time, and accepted
He bowed to them.
Because he has decided to accept all this and shoulder the entire martial arts.
"Whoosh!"
He took a step away and disappeared here. It was not until he left that Ye Mo, Xue Yang and other martial arts practitioners raised their heads and stood up.
"He has the bones of my warrior. The warrior did not choose the wrong person!" Ye Mo looked at the direction Mo Que left with moist eyes and murmured to himself.
With his feet in the void, Mo Que crossed countless mountains and rivers with every step he took. He hurried all the way to the north of the martial arts domain. In less than a day, he arrived at the northernmost Tianshan Mountains where the ancient martial arts holy land is located.
This place is covered in ice for thousands of miles. As far as the eye can see, the sky and the earth are pure white, the cold is bone-chilling, and no vegetation can survive.
When he arrived here, Moque slowed down and walked forward. Because of his keen sense of consciousness, he discovered that there were many people here.
"The news about the Ancient Martial Holy Land has attracted so many people?" Although he had expected it, he was still a little surprised when he felt so many auras when he arrived here.
"Hey, boy over there, stop!"
Just as he was about to move forward, Mo Que suddenly heard a call, and then several figures flew over and landed in front of him, blocking his way.
"Boy, which field and discipline are you from?"
These are three young men. Mo Que's current divine sense can tell at a glance that they have not even reached the King Realm, and their cultivation is only at the peak of the Aperture Realm.
"What's the matter?" Mo Que didn't really want to talk to them and responded casually.
The three young men looked at Mo Que and saw that the clothes he was wearing were very ordinary, because Mo Que was still wearing the clothes Jiang Li had made for him, and he did not have any strong aura on his body, and he could hardly detect his vitality.
The three of them immediately concluded that this person should not have a strong background, at least he should not be one of the talented disciples who are currently fighting for the emperor.
"Looking at you, you must be someone who wanted to try your luck after hearing about the location of the Ancient Martial Holy Land."
The three young men relaxed a lot, and the leader said: "We are disciples of King Yeyou of the Sword Territory, and there is something we want to ask you to do!"