On one side was a white-haired old man with a ruddy complexion, holding a long sword in his hand. On the other side was a red-haired guy who exuded an evil aura. When I saw his appearance clearly, I was instantly stunned. It turned out to be a Blood Demon!
My goodness, this demon was really an old monster. For thousands of years, whether it was a scholar, a martial arts master, or an emperor or a general, they all eventually became a pile of soil, born, old, sick, and died. This was something that everyone had to experience. However, the Blood Demon was different. It was precisely because he cultivated the demonic arts that he had used some extreme methods to live for thousands of years. This alone was enough to make countless people envious and jealous.
As everyone knew, after all kinds of lust were satisfied, the ancient emperors began to want to pry into the art of immortality. They spent a lot of manpower and material resources to study the elixir of immortality, but in the end, they all failed.
Very soon, they started fighting again. I realized that this Blood Demon's power far surpassed the current Blood Demon's. Even though he had taken over my body, there was still a huge gap between them. With my eyesight, I couldn't see any clues at all. On the other hand, the people on the ground seemed to be engrossed in the fight. My current power might even be weaker than these passersby.
I observed carefully. If I didn't guess wrong, these passers-by were at least at the Grand Master level … Did they have to be so discouraging? From this point of view, the martial arts civilization of the past had indeed reached an unimaginable level.
This was also normal. Just like the ancient means of transportation, a thousand-li horse could hold up the sky, but now, what plane, high-speed rail, directly killed the horse. Apart from scenic spots or filming crews, it was almost rare to see such animals.
Therefore, the times were progressing, and some things were developing rapidly. However, correspondingly, there were also things that declined. This martial arts civilization was one of them. Perhaps in some period of time, it had experienced a great change, leading to the decline of martial arts.
According to my guess, even if I had the strength of the Yijin Jing, it might not be at its full effect, or it was limited by the environment, so it could only play such an effect. For example, the black mud ointment I made was incomparable to the current skincare products, so I deliberately diluted it ten times before I dared to put it on the market.
Sigh, if I also had the strength of a grandmaster, perhaps I would be able to see some clues. If I could pry into some experience from this kind of heaven-shattering, unparalleled battle and absorb it myself, it would definitely have the effect of enlightenment.
What a pity! At this moment, I was like an ordinary person watching a fight between Huajin masters. I was completely dumbfounded.
Such an unparalleled battle not only blossomed with wondrous light, but it also caused the surrounding mountains to tremble, accompanied by deafening booms.
It felt so real that it completely surpassed any 3D or 5D movies. As for me, I felt like I was in an earthquake. Perhaps by the time they were done fighting, the surrounding landscape would have more or less changed. How terrifying would that be!
Compared to the two figures who kept fighting, I was more interested in the conversation between the passers-by. At least there was a sense of intimacy, unlike the high and mighty peerless experts who were too far away from me …
From their conversation, I learned that the so-called Zhenren Zhang was actually Zhang Sanfeng, who was well known by everyone, including women and children!
Although I wasn't very interested in history, most of my childhood memories were spent in Buttface's house watching black and white TV. Journey to the West, Water Margin, Jin Ping Mei … No, no, I watched those last month!
Among them, the one who left the deepest impression on me was the young Zhang SanFeng. He was mesmerized by the demi-gods and semi-devils. I believe that every man has a chivalrous heart when they are young, and I am no exception.
Therefore, when I met the fairy master and saw her martial arts, my heart was drawn to her. Without a doubt, she was my guiding light. It was also from that time that my martial arts career began.
Although at the beginning, I couldn't stand my stupidity and slow progress, the fairy master didn't give up on me. Instead, she patiently taught and urged me. Later, when I gave up on myself, she didn't force me.
Speaking of Zhang Sanfeng, the first thing that came to mind was Tai Chi. In fact, apart from this aspect, Zhang Sanfeng also had many other martial arts foundations. Looking at the long history of China, he was also one of the top experts.
I didn't expect that the Blood Demon had actually fought with him. No wonder he had such an arrogant attitude. It was like watching kissing and sex scenes on the screen after watching countless Japanese movies. It was simply child's play.
While I was lost in my thoughts, the distance between the two of them increased again. They were almost dozens of meters apart.
"You old man, when did you master the Seventh Art?!" The Blood Demon Monarch's face was slightly pale, and his pair of blood-red eyes couldn't hide the shock.
Immortal Zhang just smiled faintly and asked, "Do I have to inform you?"
That light and calm, showing the demeanor of a master, could only be described with one word — domineering!
The Blood Demon's face twitched. "Hmph, don't be happy too early. When I master the demonic arts, even if you have the True Martial Seven Arts, so what?"
After saying that, the Blood Demon waved his cloak that was covered with magic patterns. His figure flashed, as if he had disappeared into thin air. There was no trace of him.
"Immortal Zhang, why don't you keep the Blood Demon Monarch?"
"Yeah, this demon can easily revive. Since you have the upper hand, you should strike while the iron is hot."
"Ah, Immortal Zhang, even if you don't care about the martial arts world, you should still get rid of the evil for the people. The Blood Demon Monarch escaped, and in the future, his descendants may suffer a devastating blow."
In the face of these discussions, Immortal Zhang didn't make a sound. After an unparalleled battle, the sharpness of the long sword became very dim.
"Pu."
Immortal Zhang spat out a mouthful of black blood. He had already suffered some injuries. Although the True Martial Divine Art had been mastered, the strength of the Blood Demon couldn't be underestimated. In order to have a deterrent effect, he used the Seventh Art. If he insisted on keeping the Blood Demon, even if he destroyed him, he would pay a heavy price.
And these people on the ground were likely to become sacrifices for the Blood Demon Monarch!
It was just that they didn't understand. Immortal Zhang was kind and couldn't treat human life as grass, so after a short hesitation, he could only settle for the next best thing.