Over time, there won't be too many problems with the magic circle.
But the life span of a Martial Saint also has a limit, let alone a Martial Saint whose life span is limited.
The old Taoist priest died.
The human-shaped skeleton in the Taoist temple was left behind by the old Taoist priest. It was not the demon saint he killed, but himself.
As for why the old Taoist still exists...
As he spoke of this, clouds and fog suddenly rose in the mountains.
I watched helplessly as the Taoist temple and the mountain disappeared bit by bit, leaving me alone in the empty mountains.
Looking up at the sky, it is still not much different from the past.
The sky is clear and cloudless.
Only I know that there is only this piece of sky that can be seen from the Ten Thousand Mountains. It has been the same for so many years and has not changed much.
Even though all his powers were lost and the meridians and acupoints in his body were rotten, one should always look forward in life.
After all, from another perspective, my achievements are getting higher and higher, and now I have even killed the remnant of a demon saint.
To achieve the goal of becoming a Martial Saint, it is said that there is always a step away from completion, but in the end, that step has been reached. The all-powerful true energy is gone, but the corresponding knowledge is still there.
At the same time, some of the abilities of the Martial Saint are retained in the body.
My eyes are as perceptive as the legendary martial arts eyes.
I can see the finer structures within the blood in my body, and can even partially influence how cells squeeze out power from the smallest corners of my body.
Of course, having this ability is useless. In my current state, a little pressure will basically declare me dead.
But at least it can be used for research.
Under the mighty thunder tribulation, I basically lost everything, but I still got some things, such as all the seal characters of the true dragon body.
The ancient calligraphy is imprinted in the deepest part of my bones. Even if I lose all my skills, this seal script still remains in my body. I have become the body of a true dragon.
What he had always dreamed of had now been achieved, but not completely. After all, his physical body was in a state of collapse, and the meridians in his body were almost completely destroyed. It was completely useless to have a strong physique.
My current condition is no different from the body of a newly born true dragon.
There is even no way to rebuild it, as all the meridians and acupoints are broken.
Being alive is a miracle in the world, so don’t ask for anything else.
They ate the wind and drank the dew in the mountains, and occasionally set traps to catch some non-demonized wild rabbits, squirrels and the like to fill their stomachs.
I should be thankful that I haven't forgotten the hunting techniques I learned before I had my marrow cleansing and blood transfusion, and my skills are not too rusty, otherwise I would have made a huge joke.
A martial arts saint in the world died of hunger in the mountains.
Although he could not practice martial arts, at least his former wisdom had not completely disappeared. He could still study and ponder the Nine Transformations of Dragon and Snake and further improve it.
At the same time, it can also give my true self some thought on how to practice the five magical skills.
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