Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

"Did Senior Sheng succeed or fail?"

Lin Bei looked at Fengtian Martial Saint and Tiankuo Martial Saint who had disappeared, and doubtful thoughts flashed through his heart.

If it is successful, then the beautiful figure in white who appears should be the child version of Sheng Yanling, right?

How come he looks like an adult?

Is it possible that after becoming a Martial Ancestor, he can grow up overnight?

No, before Sheng Yanling went into seclusion, she wanted to control the Cave Heaven and be promoted to the third level of Martial Saint. She didn't seem to want to attack the Martial Ancestor.

From this point of view, being able to teleport the two Martial Saints out of the cave in an instant, Sheng Yanling has undoubtedly completely controlled the cave and restored the cultivation of the third level of Martial Saint.

"Does Senior Sheng have any backup plans?"

This was all Lin Bei could think of.

Originally it was just a battle at the level of the Martial Saint, but it attracted the arrival of the Martial Ancestor.

This was far beyond Lin Bei's expectation, but as a strong Martial Ancestor, Sheng Yanling might have expected it and had a backup plan!

This is all Lin Bei can guess, and he no longer sticks to this.

Looking not far away, a golden-scaled dragon was trembling and retreating silently.

As Lin Bei looked around, Qianyuan Tianzun and the green poisonous dragon followed closely behind.

In an instant, three eyes fell on the golden-scaled sub-dragon, causing his body to stiffen and his pupils to show fear.

"Senior Sheng didn't send it out. It seems he was just punishing the two Martial Saints."

Lin Bei didn't know why Sheng Yanling wanted to let the two Martial Saints go, but at this moment, the Golden Scale Yalong was still in the cave, so his intention was already obvious.

"I have a elixir recipe, which uses real dragon as the main material. It can be used to refine the elixir for refining the bloodline of dragon-like spiritual beasts."

Qianyuan Tianzun stared at the golden-scaled dragon, smiled inexplicably, and added: "It seems that this kind of dragon is also a good material."

A true dragon possesses the strength of a martial saint when he reaches adulthood.

The Yalong is the dragon closest to the real dragon.

After hearing this, the green poisonous dragon's eyes shone, and it looked at the golden-scaled dragon as if it were a panacea.

hold head high--

The golden-scaled sub-dragon's eyes were horrified, he roared, turned around and ran away.

"Want to leave!"

Lin Bei snorted coldly, and his body flew out like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the golden-scaled dragon.

Then a big hand stretched out and turned into a golden palm, just like the Buddha appearing in the world, grabbing it with one hand.

hold head high! !

The golden-scaled dragon roared like thunder, struggling and twisting in the void, but like a small snake, it was pinched by Lin Bei for seven inches and could not escape its restraint.

"Then I'll ask Tianzun to deal with it."

Lin Bei casually swung the golden scaled dragon towards Qianyuan Tianzun.

Without saying a word, Qianyuan Tianzun cast a spell to put away the seal of the golden-scaled sub-dragon. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Lin Bei had no intention of making an elixir for the green poisonous dragon.

It has limited potential and isn't worth wasting much time on.

Let Tianzun make the elixir and see if he can break through the Martial Saint and jump over the dragon gate to become a real dragon!

If it can, then it will be a good mount. If not, just let it go free.

Qianyuan Tianzun is a cultivator of Tianzun. Needless to say, his alchemy skills are higher than Lin Bei's.

But Lin Bei didn't dare to eat the elixir he made, but the green poisonous dragon didn't have such worries.

Therefore, Lin Bei directly acted as his hands-off shopkeeper.

Whether it succeeds or fails depends entirely on the creation of the green poisonous dragon itself.

"Next, should I wait or..."

Lin Bei looked in the direction of the palace, frowned secretly, and got entangled.

The two martial ancestors were discussing matters inside, making him afraid to enter.

Fortunately, Sheng Yanling was a senior whom she had known for a long time, and he protected her and removed obstacles for her, so there was no credit but hard work.

He didn't know the other Martial Ancestor, and he didn't know his personality and preferences. If he offended him through inadvertent actions, the consequences would be incalculable.

"That's all, if you don't have enough level, it's better not to crowd around."

Lin Bei shook his head, sat cross-legged in the void, and began to recover from his injuries.

In fact, his injuries have already recovered to some extent. They are just minor injuries that can be recovered automatically by practicing quietly.

Qianyuan Tianzun seemed to be afraid of the unfamiliar Martial Ancestor, so he invited a pill furnace and some materials from Linbei, and then fled away with the green poisonous dragon.

He found a relatively private place, opened a cave, and started refining elixirs.

Lin Bei didn't interfere. The materials had been tested by his hands and were just ordinary materials.

Moreover, even if Qianyuan Tianzun breaks through and becomes a true king at this moment, he can still handle it and there is no need to be too afraid.

He had already planned to wait for things to happen before attacking the Martial Saint!

Outside the cave, Fengtian Martial Saint and Tiankuo Martial Saint were stunned for a long time, and then they gradually recovered.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

They never expected that when they were simply exploring a cave, they would witness the "confrontation" between two martial ancestors.

"The Heaven-Eating Martial Ancestor actually appeared in the cave."

Martial Saint Fengtian and Martial Saint Tiankuo felt bitterness in their hearts and felt a sense of frustration and powerlessness.

The Heaven Devouring Martial Ancestor is the most powerful existence in the Central Continent.

Even martial saints such as Fengtian Martial Saint and Tiankuo Martial Saint are respected by him, and even the title of Martial Saint uses the word "天".

In a sense, Dafeng is where he rules.

It's just that as a Martial Ancestor, Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end. He has no need for ordinary things and will not interfere with anything on weekdays.

"It's a good thing it's the Heaven-devouring Martial Ancestor, otherwise you and I would be the same."

Fengtian Martial Saint sighed, and he still has a lingering feeling of fear that he can't get rid of.

I am not interested in the lack of my own mount, and feel distressed.

"Who would have thought that there would be a Martial Ancestor sitting in this cave, watching quietly, turning us into clowns."

Tiankuo Martial Saint was even more frightened than Fengtian Martial Saint. Even without the Martial Ancestor secretly watching, he almost died at the hands of Lin Bei.

"Let's go, at least save a life."

Martial Saint Fengtian shook his head, not daring to stay long.

The two of them turned around and were about to leave, but suddenly they froze and felt a majestic energy coming!

The boundless pressure, like a tide, enveloped the entire Sword and Halberd Mountain Range!

The tangible coercion, wrapped in a menacing force, came from an unkind and full of malice, like a hundred thousand mountains, which made the two martial saints feel tight in their chests and breathless.

"Another Martial Ancestor!!!"

The two martial saints looked horrified. When they looked up, they saw a layer of nothingness that blurred the sky, expanding rapidly like a splash-ink painting.

In an instant, it came towards the two of them.

"Two ants."

In the sky, an illusory female figure appeared at some point. She was vague, like a hazy scroll. She glanced down at the two martial saints, murmured softly, and then looked away, no longer paying attention.

And the power of nothingness still spreads like a tide without stopping.

"my hand"

Martial Saint Tiankuo exclaimed, watching helplessly as the power of nothingness, rendered like ink and wash, spread to his hands in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, his hands seemed to be smeared with ink, dissipating bit by bit and turning into nothingness!

Such a frightening scene caused the two of them to struggle violently. However, under the pressure of Martial Ancestor, they seemed to be covered by a hundred thousand mountains. They were unable to move at all. They could only watch the spread of nothingness.

Hands, legs, torso, head.

The two powerful Martial Saints watched helplessly as their bodies turned into nothingness bit by bit. Their brains were filled with panic and despair, but in the end they were unable to struggle out of trouble.

Until the consciousness melts away, nothing remains!

The two illustrious saints fell like this!

Boundless nothingness fills the world. (End of chapter)