The heavy snow is still falling, and the news brought by Bai Shaosi is that the number of casualties in the war between the Northern Territory and the Southern Territory has reached one million. The Southern Territory has a rich population, although it has just experienced the war with the Western Territory not long ago.
The war was depleted, but the troops were still sufficient, and Northern Xinjiang could not continue such long-term depletion.
Will the final result of this battle be that the Southern Territory wins? Not so. Although the Northern Territory is difficult to consume, the fierce counterattack cannot be resisted by the Southern Territory. Therefore, the two sides signed a peace agreement at an important moment, and the Western Territory
The central part of the territory is divided into two, and each of them shall be occupied and shall not invade each other for ten years.
At the same time, the four major territories of the Martial God Continent became three major territories: east, south, west, and north, and the Western Region was wiped out from then on.
Facing the balance between the Southern Territory and the Northern Territory, there was no movement in the Eastern Territory, as if they were not aware of this huge change on the mainland.
The depths of the Mysterious Forest were in a mess. Although the spread of the tide of high-level monsters caused a commotion among many monsters in the forest, in the end the monsters still guarded the forest and did not involve the land where humans live.
As the mainland gradually calmed down, the commotion caused by the news that a giant hand descended from the sky in the heart of the forest to kill a Martial God-level monster gradually spread, once again proving the cruel fact that this world cannot tolerate a Martial God.
In the capital of Northern Xinjiang, in a secret room in the imperial residence, Long Yanhua began her practice.
It has been almost a year since she came to this world. The spiritual power in her body has been completely restored compared to the previous life. She has experienced the realization of heaven and earth twice. Her power has even surpassed the previous bottleneck. If
In the past, she was only a semi-experienced ghost-catching master, but now she is confident that she will become a first-class ghost-catching master. As for the next level of spiritual master, and the legendary immortals and gods, she doesn't even dare to think about it.
The achievements of a spiritual master are enough to make him famous throughout the ages. In the ancient Shang Dynasty, Shen Gongbao, who was beside Daji, only touched the edge of the spiritual master in his heyday. He could communicate with heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, and was omnipotent in calling wind and rain.
After all, being a warrior is not her path, she is a heavenly master, and she sees this very clearly.
Outside the stone door of the secret room under the lotus pond in the imperial garden, a crisp voice came, "Master, the master has left seclusion and is looking for you." Song Ling has been studying with Long Yanhua these days, and what he is learning is not martial arts.
Instead of fighting power, she practiced spiritual power with her. She wanted to train her little apprentice to be the next heavenly master. It was rare to find that Song Ling had very good qualifications. Because of his young age, his body still has a lot of shaping potential.
If you cultivate them well, your future will be limitless.
Long Yanhua opened his eyes, waved his right hand on the large soul stone in front of him, put the soul stone into the Qiankun Ring, stood up, and walked out of the secret room.
The Blood Red Martial Saint and the Powerful Martial Saint have been in seclusion for a long time. Ever since a group of people came to the imperial residence to settle down, the two of them have been in seclusion at the same time with a tacit understanding. They are deaf to what is happening outside the window. It seems that they have been given to them by themselves after being poisoned last time.
Various elixirs caused changes in their physiques, and the remaining potency was still enough for them to digest it for a while.
After walking out of the stone gate, Long Yanhua lowered his head and glanced at Song Ling. He was dressed in an exquisite little red coat with black borders. The character of a child under six years old was much calmer than that of children of the same age. "Let's go, it's time to meet the master."
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In fact, what Long Yanhua was more concerned about was the mighty Martial Saint. Lin Yiyun was his grandson. She didn't believe that Lin Weiwu didn't know anything about Lin Yiyun. Even Bai Shaosi once said that he knew Lin Yiyun's true identity.
, Now seeing Lin Yiyun's changes day by day, Lin Weiwu can no longer hide it.
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In the front hall of the imperial residence, the Blood Red Martial Saint and the Powerful Martial Saint sat side by side on the main seat, with a small table in the middle, with tea. The two were once again, and even the head of the Long Family, Long Haotian, could only retreat to the lower position.
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There were not many people in the hall, and there were only a few people who were familiar with each other. The two martial saints came out of seclusion. Suddenly, at this stall, Long Yujue took his wife Ye Susu out, while Long Xiyun and Er Er
Brother Long Xiaochen went out and did not return. Therefore, the only people present were the two Martial Saints and Long Haotian, as well as Lin Yiyun and Long Yanhua.
"Master, have you and Mighty Martial Saint made any progress in strength these days?" Long Yanhua asked lightly after several people drank tea for a while, although she had already guessed the outcome.
The blood-red Martial Saint nodded slowly, "Well, this retreat has brought my strength closer to the next level. Now I have the strength of a fourth-level Martial Saint." He glanced sideways at Lin Weiwu, "His strength should have reached the sixth level.
Even compared to the previous Xuan Ming, the level of a Martial Saint is only one level away."
When Long Yanhua heard this, he immediately moved his eyes towards Lin Weiwu. When he saw the other person squinting and smiling and drinking tea contentedly, he knew that the master's guess was correct. Lin Weiwu already had the power of a sixth-level martial saint.
It is good that the strength of the two people has greatly increased, but there is also a problem. Once one day reaches the level of ninth-level Martial Saint and breaks through to the Martial God, the only thing they will face is to be shot down by the big demon and wiped out. But it seems that the two of them are a little bit different.
I am not worried about that day coming, I am still calm and contented.
"Congratulations to Master and Mighty Martial Saint for their increased strength." Long Yanhua stood up and held his hands in congratulations, "Master, what are your next plans?"
"Continue to practice. Originally, I thought I had no hope of breaking through to the realm of the Martial God in this life. But after the last change in my body, it was like a completely reborn person. It was only a matter of time for me to become a Martial God."
I aspire to become a warrior god one day.
Lin Weiwu's expression looked the same as blood red. It was obvious that the two of them had the same idea.
Long Yanhua frowned, "Master, it's not like you don't know about the Martial God Society being killed..." she reminded kindly.
"So what?" The Blood Red Martial Saint didn't care at all, "Even if I am killed, it can't stop me from marching towards the path of becoming a strong man. If every Martial Saint in this world is as greedy for life and afraid of death as Xuan Ming, he will remain stagnant.
Before, how could the Martial God Continent be the Martial God Continent?" There was something in his words, and Lin Weiwu frowned and the blood-red Martial Saint immediately stopped talking.
The deliberate concealment of the two people was noticed by Long Yanhua. They seemed to know something that ordinary people did not know.
Lin Yiyun sat aside and watched calmly, being taciturn. Even when his own grandfather appeared, his expression did not change much. Lin Weiwu also noticed this abnormal phenomenon, looked at his grandson, and was so shocked that he almost jumped out of his seat.
Jumped up. "Yun'er! When did you become a third-level great martial artist!"
Such a rapid improvement in Lin Yiyun's strength shocked Lin Weiwu. Although he used secret methods to control his grandson's power, so that he could only display one-tenth of his strength at ordinary times, even if the secret method was lifted, he was only at the level of a martial artist at best. How could it be possible all of a sudden?
Reaching the level of a great martial artist?!
It was also at this time that Long Yanhua learned about Lin Yiyun's current strength. A great martial artist? It was much more powerful than before.
Lin Yiyun was asked, and then he replied, "Grandpa, cultivation seems to have come naturally to me." What he said was true, and the sudden power was inexplicable to him.
After hearing this, Lin Weiwu's eyebrows almost intertwined, "How could this happen? It shouldn't be~~"
Originally, Long Yanhua thought he should know something about Lin Yiyun, but after hearing Lin Weiwu's soliloquy, he completely gave up the idea. It seemed that Lin Weiwu thought that his grandson's rapid improvement in strength was incredible.
, she thought again and again, even Lin Weiwu didn't know about Lin Yiyun's abnormality, so where did the news about Bai Shaosi come from?
Things suddenly lost their clues, becoming increasingly difficult to understand and sort out. Long Yanhua was silent, even thinking about whether to go find Bai Shaosi later and spend some money to get the information from him?
At this time, the sky and the earth suddenly changed. Originally it was still sunny, but suddenly the sky outside darkened, and the sky became darker and darker. The sudden situation made everyone forget everything for a while, and they were stunned, and then they got up and walked out of the front hall.
Go to the yard.
In the distance to the north, we can see heavy clouds accumulating thickly, pressing down layer by layer, making people feel heavy. This scene seems to bring people into the mysterious forest, the moment of destruction of heaven and earth,
Nowadays, the phenomena in the sky are almost the same as before. Is there a master who is about to become a god of war in Northern Xinjiang?!
The next scene was almost within the expectations of a few people. The huge palm fell from the sky again, and hit the north with a "boom~~~". The ground shook, and the porcelain displayed in each hall of the imperial residence fell and broke.
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This time, Long Yanhua and the others were no longer watching from a distance. The distance where the giant hand fell was much closer than the last time in the Mysterious Forest. They could even feel the destructive power that brought to people.
Shocking.
"A Martial God actually appeared in Northern Xinjiang! What a pity..."
This is also the second time Long Haotian has seen such a situation. He has not reached the level of a Martial Saint, has not been threatened by being killed, and has a strong heart. He can best understand the helplessness of a Martial God. To become a Martial God, one must
Immediate destruction? He began to wonder why the owner of the giant hand did not allow the existence of the God of War.
The sensational situation lasted for a full ten minutes before it stopped. The giant hand disappeared, the thick clouds in the sky dissipated, and the ground stopped shaking. However, the imperial residence was in a mess, and only the roots of the flowers and trees in the yard were withered, looking like a miserable failure.
Several people looked at the sky and fell silent. Long Haotian was sighing, while Lin Weiwu and Xuehong were pale. Although the target of the giant hand was not them, they seemed to have suffered a huge blow, which made people worried about them.
The appearance will be in ruins.
"Master, are you okay?" Long Yanhua walked over and asked with concern. The Blood Red Martial Saint seemed not to have heard and continued to look at the sky, his eyes gradually dimming. On the other hand, the same was true for the Powerful Martial Saint.