After hearing what the God of Martial Arts said, Ximen Xue was stunned at first, then smiled in surprise and said, "So you are really the one called by Junior Brother Rong Que. Sorry, what happened just now, I can't believe it. Is my junior brother okay?"
"Don't ask too much about this. My time is very precious. Let's start quickly." As he said that, he flashed and appeared in front of Ximen Xue, as if he was breaking through the space.
This speed immediately made Ximen Xue slightly stunned, and then patted her chest with some fear, thinking to herself: "This senior's speed is so amazing. It seems that he is an extremely powerful character. Fortunately, he didn't take action just now. If he offended him accidentally, it would be possible that he would be killed by him without knowing it."
The God of Martial Arts looked at Ximen Xue. After a moment, his eyes stopped at Ximen Xue's right arm. He carefully stretched out his left palm and grabbed Ximen Xue's right arm. Seeing the God of Martial Arts move, Ximen Xue even more determined in his heart that this person was an expert, because the monster in his body was hidden in the place where the God of Martial Arts was captured.
"Go back!"
The word was spit out, and the God of Martial Arts suddenly emitted a wave of suction from the palm of Ximen Xue. This suction was extremely strange. Ximen Xue's spiritual power, flesh and blood, even clothes, and skin had no movement under this suction force. Only the monster living in his body immediately shrank in as soon as he touched this suction force.
But who is the Martial God? The Immortal Saint, the upper realm, even if it has fallen to this point and its strength has plummeted, it is not something that this small bloodline can resist. Not long after, the suction force suddenly pulled the Immortal Saint bloodline and slowly pulled it from Ximen Xue into the palm of the Martial God.
During this period, the other right hand of the Martial God suddenly stretched out and pressed it on Ximen Xue's head. Just when Ximen Xue was alert, a powerful and rich energy came from the Martial God's right hand. This energy was more pure than spiritual power, and it can be said to be a difference between clouds and mud. A trace of this energy can be as strong as spiritual power within a radius of hundreds of miles.
"This senior wants to clean my spiritual veins for me. I have no malice. I just don't know where I met this senior?" Ximen Xue knew the intention of the martial god, so she did not resist and let the martial god's energy clear his somewhat mottled spiritual veins.
"Hold your breath and concentrate your mind, guard the elixir and strengthen your soul!"
Just as Ximen Xue was thinking about it, the voice of the God of Martial God came over. Although it was not difficult to clean the spiritual veins, if something unexpected happened, it would be a serious injury for Ximen Xue. If the spiritual veins were damaged, the spiritual power would be dispersed at least. If the serious injury was injured and recuperated for at least three or four years, the spiritual veins would collapse. There would be no breakthrough in the body, and it might even block the flow of spiritual power and become a useless person.
After lasting for about a quarter of an hour, the God of Martial Arts slowly withdrew his hands. On his left hand, a black gas could be clearly seen swimming, like a dragon, but he could not escape from the God of Martial Arts' palms.
"Thank you, senior, I can't repay you for your re-creation." The next moment when the God of Martial Arts withdrew his hands, Ximen Xue knelt down and kowtowed to the God of Martial Arts three times. This feeling of finally being liberated after being entangled by monsters for many years is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
After looking at Ximen Xue, the God of War nodded, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "You still understand a little. If you don't want those old people, they are not happy to help them take away the deadly things. Then don't blame me for destroying them."
"Don't be proud. Now your bloodline has been collected. You can destroy the beast tide." At this moment, Rong Que's voice came into the mind of the God of Martial God.
Frowning, the God of Martial Arts no longer paid attention to Ximen Xue and turned around and disappeared on the Lianxin Peak.
Outside the mountain protection formation of Bitao Sect, the figure of the martial god flashed out, and he said, "Boy, I just promised to help you save people. They will solve the problem of beast tide by themselves."
"But if you kill the beast tide, wouldn't you just save them? Accumulate some virtue for yourself. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Perhaps this merit will play a huge role in your revenge." Rong Que's usual method of fooling people has been tried and tested.
"Stop doing this, I am the immortal saint. I need you to teach me that I have the last bloodline, and I think it is the most difficult bloodline to get." The Martial God obviously did not take Rong Que's style. After pondering for a moment, he said solemnly.
Hearing the tone of the martial god, Rong Que was a little surprised and asked in confusion: "Aren't you already the top existence in this world? What else can't be done?"
"That's right, but the other party's breath is definitely not far from me. Moreover, I can feel that that part of the bloodline has been used by him, like a weapon, and it is no longer the bloodline of the immortal saint." The God of Martial Arts frowned deeply. He knew that he might fail this time, so he saved the most difficult one until the end, first absorbing the bloodline of other people to improve his strength, and fighting the strongest battle.
"Then stop talking nonsense. Let's go. Whether you collect it or not, we have to go there. Even if you can't collect it, I think with your strength, if you want to leave, there will be few people in this world who can stop you." Rong Que pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.
The God of Martial Arts nodded, and his eyes flashed above the pure black. After absorbing so much blood, his strength can be said to have increased a lot. Facing the strongest man in the world, he dared to fight, not to mention that this is not necessarily the strongest now.
"Swoosh!"
The space was twisted, and the figure of the God of Martial Arts disappeared, but what he didn't know was that after he left, a figure suddenly flashed where he was standing. The man's beard was extremely long, and he was Rong Que's master, the most mysterious person in Bitao Sect, Hu Tu.
At this time, Hu Tu no longer had a hilarious expression on his face, but instead seemed a little indifferent. His eyes swept into the disappearing sky of the God of Martial Arts and said, "What should come will always come, no one can stop it. Even if it is the so-called immortal, you have to give in, otherwise there will be only a dead end!"
As he said that, Hu Tu's figure was like burning oil paper, slowly disappeared from the spot. His eyes were still staring at the place where the Martial God broke through the space, as if there was something there, which made him particularly interested.
The dark clouds are covered with dark clouds, as if there is a black dragon that is invisible to the naked eye, and lightning is thundering. Under these rolling dark clouds, it is a magnificent palace. This is the top sect on the continent, the Chaos Demon Palace!
That hall was the main hall of the Chaos Demon Palace. At this time, in this main hall, there was an old man with white hair standing at the window of the hall, looking up at the rolling clouds in the sky, his eyes as if he had seen through the heaven and earth. His pupils were pitch black, without the difference between the white eyes, as if even the lightning was about to disappear in his eyes.
The old man was dressed in white, and there was no breath on his body, just like an ordinary old man from a wealthy family.
However, how could anyone who could stand in the Lord's Hall of Chaos Demon Palace to see the sky? He touched his pale beard and waved to the three black figures kneeling on the ground behind him, indicating that they could leave.
With the instructions, the three of them seemed to be free, and quickly bowed respectfully and slowly retreated. They didn't want to stay for even one breath for more time.
The person standing in the hall is the most authoritative person in the entire Chaos Demon Palace and the most powerful person on the surface. His status is even above the current palace master, and he is the controller of Chaos.
Speaking of the controller, it is a position with great power. Even the current palace master has to speak out, because he is the killer move of the predecessor, hidden in the dark, and only obeys the predecessor's instructions. No one is allowed to call him. Only after the predecessor's death or abdication will he appear in front of the world.
Every palace master in the Chaos Demon Palace will have such a place to leave for the person he trusts the most.
At this moment, the controller frowned slightly, as if he felt the coming storm. Looking at the sky so quietly at this moment was just the peace before the storm came.
"The secret of heaven is hard to predict, it's hard to predict! I don't know if my old bones can be blocked by the wind and rain that is about to come?" The vicissitudes of life came, and the old man turned around and stretched out his right hand to knock on his back, stroked his beard, and walked out of the hall.
"Are you sure it's here? Why do I feel a sense of pressure coming? Logically speaking, I am a remnant soul, and I am in the dantian, so I shouldn't be able to feel pressure?" Rong Que said with some confusion.
The God of Martial Arts looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, thunder and lightning, and then saw the mountain peaks that were cast under the dark clouds, and said slowly: "That's right, that bloodline is the strongest one I sensed, and even half of my original one, but I don't have the wisdom."
The mountains under the dark clouds are emitting waves of demonic energy. If the martial god says it, it is the aura of the immortal saint. With such a strong aura of the immortal saint, how long will it take for you to gather together?
"What you feel is not the pressure, but the repulsion of the power of the immortal saint. It seems that the master here doesn't seem to welcome us very much." As he said that, the martial god ignored the repulsion of the immortal saint's aura and flashed and ran towards the place where the bloodline in the sense was.
"Who is coming? If you don't stop, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless in the Chaos Demon Palace."
After rushing forward to a certain distance, a thick voice came. It was obvious that the appearance of the Martial God attracted the attention of the Chaos Demon Palace, but he did not rush to attack. This would have given the Martial God a great face. If it weren't for his amazing energy, hundreds of spiritual power would have been bombarded.
The God of Martial Arts sneered, ignored the sound, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and took a step forward, and instantly appeared a thousand meters away. In a short while, he arrived at the gate of the Chaos Demon Palace.
Just as the Martial God appeared, the Chaos Demon Palace opened the mountain protection formation. What the Martial God is facing now is not the garbage formation like the Bitao Sect, but the real ancient formation. If you are not careful, even if he is the Martial God and the Immortal Saint, he will suffer some losses in this formation.
"Random! Who allowed you to treat your guests like this?" Just as the God of Martial Arts was worried about how to break the formation, a vicissitudes of voice came from inside the Chaos Demon Palace.