But Mo Que, the Dantian was shattered, the meridians were cut off, and all the orifices were destroyed.
Although he entered the martial arts and became an emperor in the physical body, it would be even more difficult for him to practice in the future because of the imperfections in his physical body.
But eight hundred years later, when he died and was reborn, the broken Dantian became closed, the meridians were severed, the acupoints were blocked, and all the acupoints were destroyed, becoming blocked.
It seems that the three places are still unavailable, but in fact they are two completely different states.
"This martial arts platform is made of the blood and flesh of countless ancestors of my martial arts in the past. Today, I use the bones and blood of countless ancestors of my martial arts to reshape your martial body and create a new body!"
As Wu Zun Ye Guyun finished speaking, Mo Que's body began to decompose and reorganize.
With a heavy heart, he used the bones and blood of thousands of martial arts predecessors to reshape his martial body.
Not only Ye Guyun, he has been the only support for all martial arts seniors since then.
"Boom!"
At this moment, waves of roars came from Mo Que's body, as if the world was being created.
He could feel that his closed Dantian received a violent impact, and then cracks gradually appeared and suddenly opened.
There is a world that he once evolved in his body, and it is still there today.
Subsequently, his blocked meridians also began to be impacted.
It didn't take long for all those meridians to be opened, and each meridian was like a broad river, rushing endlessly.
After that, the blocked apertures were completely opened through destruction and reorganization, making every acupoint on his body feel like a vast space.
"Being buried for eight hundred years has just allowed your broken Dantian to be reorganized, your severed meridians to be restored, and your destroyed acupuncture points to be re-consolidated." Ye Guyun sighed with emotion.
The Dantian is broken, the meridians are cut off, and all the orifices are destroyed. This is almost an insurmountable problem for anyone and it is difficult to recover.
However, eight hundred years ago, Mo Que died and was buried underground. It took a full eight hundred years for the broken Dantian to be reorganized, the meridians to be restored, and the orifices to be reunited.
For ordinary people, how many people can have such a good fortune!
"Mo Que, you are a born martial artist." Ye Guyun said: "You are fearless and have the will to fight. You would rather break than bend. No matter how many dangers lie ahead, I can't really defeat you."
Mo Que had just been tested on the stone steps. Each test had only one purpose, which was to see if Mo Que could truly shoulder the martial arts.
He is fearless, has a fighting spirit, and would rather break than bend. These are the qualifications that a true warrior must possess.
But this is not enough.
Today's martial arts, the road ahead is too difficult, not only is it not tolerated by all domains, but there is only one person left.
What is more important than those martial arts qualifications is great perseverance.
Moque fell down the stone steps again and again and got up again and again. This is his great perseverance.
He can fail, but he will not be deterred by it. If he does not have this kind of indomitable perseverance, even if martial arts is entrusted to his shoulders, it will be difficult for him to carve a way for martial arts in today's environment.
"You have been recognized by many martial arts seniors on the Wuji stage, so they are willing to use their own bones and blood to reshape your martial body and create a new body for you."
"Because like me, they all believe that you are the only one who can carry the martial arts!"
Ye Guyun's words made Mo Que feel even heavier.
Although he promised Yao Lao that he would take up the martial arts and let the martial arts flourish for ten thousand years.
But at that time, martial arts was still there after all, and he was not the only one.
But now, he is burdened with more. In addition to Yao Lao, there are also countless seniors from Ye Guyun and Wu Zhi.
And now, he is the strongest person in martial arts. He has shouldered the hopes of all martial arts predecessors. At the same time, he can only rely on himself to carve a way for martial arts and cannot rely on anyone!
"Senior, I would like to ask, what happened after I died? Why did I come back to life? Why did my Dantian reorganize, my meridians resume, and all the orifices re-condensed?"
Mo Que still had too many questions in his mind. His resurrection from the dead was already bizarre, and the parts of his body that had been destroyed were somehow restored.
"Whoosh!"
Wu Zun stretched out his finger, and a clear picture immediately appeared in front of Mo Que's eyes.
At that time, he was forced into a dead end by Mo Xuan, the emperor and ancestor of the Mo family, and chose to shed the last drop of his blood in order to get rid of the curse of his ancestral blood and get rid of his connection with the Mo family.
After all the blood was shed, even if he became an emperor in the flesh at that time, he would only end up dead!
"Although you are a descendant of my Mo family, and the blood in your body gives me hope of transcending the imperial realm, I should have left you a complete body and buried you in my Mo family's ancestral mausoleum!"
In the picture, Mo Xuan, the emperor of the Mo family, watched Mo Que die in front of his eyes. After putting away the ancestral blood, he said coldly: "But your existence makes me uneasy. Even if the Dantian is broken, the meridians are cut off, and all the orifices
Even if they are all destroyed, you can still come back and reach where you are today!"
With that said, Mo Xuan raised his hand and wanted to destroy Mo Que's body on the spot. Only in this way could he truly feel at ease.
Because before, Mo Que could still come back even if he was in a desperate situation, and even if he faced adversity along the way, he still made it to this day. Mo Xuan would not be able to feel at ease unless he was completely destroyed.
"boom!"
At this moment, a woman appeared on the screen, holding a black lotus petal, and silently blocked Mo Xuan's power.
"Who are you?" Mo Xuan's face darkened, and he felt a terrible pressure in his heart as he stared at the black lotus petals.
"You have shed all the blood of the Mo family. From now on, we have nothing to do with your Mo family!" The woman said coldly, and the lotus petals glowed with a strange black light, as if they could swallow up everything.
"Are you... from the demon clan?" Mo Xuan guessed the identity of the woman and also knew the owner of the lotus petal, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly.
He was deeply afraid of the lotus petals, and seeing that Mo Que was dead, he did not take action and retreated far away.
Before leaving, he left a message: "One day, when I awaken the power of my ancestor again and break through the imperial realm, I will definitely come to the Demon Realm to visit You Lord!"
After receiving the ancestral blood, he didn't even pay attention to the Lord of the Demon Realm, and wanted to go to the Demon Realm to settle today's events!
The demon woman took away Mo Que's body and took him out of the fairyland.
At this point, the scene changes again, and Mo Que's body has been taken outside the demon realm.
There were two more people around him, one was a noble and elegant woman, the other was the martial master Ye Guyun, and the other was a creature that looked like a phoenix bird.
"Red Phoenix!" Even though Mo Que had forgotten the past, when he saw that creature, he still instinctively called out its name.
Then, Wu Zun forced out half of his martial body and penetrated into Mo Que's body, absorbing all the blood lost in his body.
Then, with tears streaming down her face, Chi Huang pulled out a shining phoenix feather from her body and blended it into Mo Que's heart.
Finally, the noble woman sent Moque to a mountain near Muyun Village and buried him here.