Chapter 149 Death of ‘Wu’, Secret of the Semi-Finished Word ‘Zhe’

The two saints of the West could not sit still, and wanted to find the object of the calamity and quickly deal with it, so that they could rest easy.

On the other hand, the two saints of the West laughed after seeing this, which made Taiqing and Yuanshi almost go berserk and prepare to teach the two saints of the West a lesson.

Hongjun said:

"The secret of heaven is blocked and cannot be calculated. You can only figure it out by yourself."

Damn it

The saints of Taiqing and Yuanshi had already scolded Ye Yang in their hearts.

"May I ask the teacher, what kind of calamity should come after the witch and demon calamity?"

"I don't know for the time being."

This made the saints very anxious. If you don't know anything, what's the use of you as a teacher? But they didn't dare to say it.

"Okay, stay calm, it's not that there is no solution."

As soon as these words came out, the saints instantly became alert:

"I hope the teacher can give me some advice."

Hongjun said:

"Do the saints remember the method of beheading the three corpses?"

Uh

Before the saints could react, Hongjun's figure began to slowly dissipate.

"Okay, you guys go away and learn it well."

While speaking, Zixiao Palace also disappeared in the chaos, leaving the saints in the heavens confused.

"What do you mean by this, teacher?"

"The method of beheading the three corpses? Are you asking us to behead them again?"

"No"

Suddenly, the Saint Taiqing reacted:

"The teacher means that we should find a scapegoat."

Although shocked, the saints had an idea.

"In that case, let's disperse. I don't think we can figure out anything for a while."

"That's right. Now that the ancestor of humanity has disappeared, we can't find him. It's better to find a way to deal with our own affairs. Oh, this damn catastrophe."

After the voice fell, the Saint Taiqing disappeared. He had something in mind. He slowly looked in the direction of the former heaven and fell into deep thought.

The other saints also shook their heads and left. It can be said that they thought they could make a lot of money after the witch and demon catastrophe, but now they found that it was far from enough.

There is no time in the prehistoric world. A hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye. After the saints of the heavens returned to their own places, they began to reflect on what Hongjun said at the beginning. They slowly began to have countermeasures in their hearts, but for the ancestor of humanity, they hated it to the bone.

In the depths of chaos, Ye Yang was still deducing the secret of the word "zhe". Although he knew in his heart that this was fictional, this was the prehistoric world after all. What if it really worked?

Tongtian Sect Master also sat cross-legged around Ye Yang, all wrapped in the Dao rhyme of the origin of the Dao, and he was deeply impressed.

The prehistoric world fell into a rare tranquility, and all living beings also got a chance to live. Now that the human race has entered the prehistoric world and become the protagonist of heaven and earth, the development of the human race is indeed terrifying.

Near the North Sea, between the ice and snow, a hunchbacked old man wearing animal skins and holding a cane is still moving slowly forward.

Barefoot, with a head of white hair, his beard is also more than a foot long fluttering in the cold wind. He looks like he has been old for many years, as if he will fall down at any time.

"Cough cough cough"

He coughed hard, came to a hillside, and slowly looked at the other end, where there were also human beings living, in this ice and snow, against the cold wind for who knows how many years.

"Ahem, the last tribe. If I can complete my mission, I will also complete it, ahem."

That's right, this person is Ye Yang's apprentice, Wu of the human race. After hundreds of years, he should have been like yellow earth, but he survived tenaciously with his amazing will of martial arts.

At the same time, he had the obsession in his heart to spread the martial arts of the human race. Although his body had decayed and he could not walk, and his soul had dissipated and only a faint fire was left, it was this immortal fire that persisted.

For hundreds of years, Wu traveled all over the prehistoric land. As long as there were human beings, Wu traveled everywhere, but he still felt that something was missing in his heart, knowing that his mission was not yet completed.

When he saw the tribe in front of him, Wu understood that this was his last mission.

He took a step forward and stepped on the ice cones, but not only did it not pierce Wu's bare feet, but these ice cones were crushed by Wu's foot.

Time passed slowly, and in just ten years, Wu completed his final mission here.

"Master, I have finally spent my whole life to pass on the martial arts of the human race. Today, I have finally completed my mission. I have lived up to your expectations and the expectations of the human race."

The cold wind was blowing, the snow was flying, and a lonely figure walked into the blizzard, as if he was freed at this moment, as if the burden on his shoulders was finally put down, and the whole person seemed very relaxed.

Feeling that his vitality was also rapidly fading, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and sat down cross-legged. Facing the endless blizzard, Wu's breath suddenly surged.

"I am Wu of the human race--."

A roar penetrated the endless blizzard, as if it resounded in the hearts of the entire human race. For a moment, everyone was stunned, as if something was missing in their hearts.

Then Wu smiled and slowly closed his eyes, and then merged into the endless wind and snow.

"Boom boom"

In an instant, in the depths of chaos, Ye Yang's body suddenly exploded.

"Hmm? Has enlightenment been completed?"

Tongtian Patriarch opened his eyes, but the next moment he saw Ye Yang suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ren Zu, how are you?"

Ahem

Ye Yang opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Alas, it's time and fate. It seems that the Nine Secrets of the Human Race are not yet born."

"What is going on?"

Tongtian Sect Master was anxious. Ye Yang woke up, and the Dao rhyme of the origin of the Tao just dissipated, but he couldn't care so much.

Ye Yang said:

"The human race's martial arts are perfect, and everyone practicing martial arts has finally been realized."

Feeling that the suppressed human race's luck was like the vast stars, Ye Yang smiled slightly. The human race's luck was strengthened, and the martial arts imprint on the seal of the human ancestor also appeared at this moment.

"Ahem, I can finally use the real martial arts, and finally I can use some of the power of the seal of the human ancestor. All the saints in the world, I will never be beaten by you again."

Ye Yang roared angrily, venting his endless frustration.

Slowly standing up, Ye Yang looked at the prehistoric land. Under the blessing of endless terrifying luck, he saw the figure of Wu in the blizzard of the prehistoric land in an instant.

But he was old and had no life, which made Ye Yang feel sad.

"Alas, the human race's martial arts was successful, but it interrupted my enlightenment."

He smiled bitterly, looked at Wu's body, and then fell into endless sadness.

"Ren Zu, what happened?"

Tong Tian Jiaozhu followed Ye Yang's gaze and understood everything in an instant.

"So that's it."

Tong Tian Jiaozhu sighed, and then said:

"In the battle of heaven, Ren Zu you proved the human race's martial arts, and the saints of the heavens threatened that martial arts would be destroyed because there were no saints. I never thought that Ren Zu you would pass down martial arts in this way."

Even if there are no human saints, martial arts is still the way of the human race. As long as it is passed down from generation to generation, martial arts will never end for thousands of generations.