Everything starts with martial arts

The sky is gray, like a chaotic world born from heaven and earth.

Under my feet is an endless expanse of land, showing a withered yellow color, and occasionally a few withered grasses can be seen, but there is no vitality, cracks spread from the ground, and finally extend to the end of the line of sight.

"Is this the test of the Great Barren Monument?" Lin Mu whispered softly.

This kind of scenery is very similar to the situation he had seen in the space inside the barren demon eye stele.

"Senior Stele Spirit, please come out and meet again. I know you are suppressing an alien demon. I have a way to solve it for you." Lin Mu said loudly.

However, his voice gradually dissipated in this vast land, but the stele spirit did not respond.

"Do you not believe me?" Lin Mu laughed at himself. A Profound Realm said that he could kill a true king who had gone through two reincarnations. This was really not credible.

"Then you can only pass your test first."

Lin Mu's tiny figure stood in the vast world, took a deep breath, and then walked forward.

This walk took one month, and Lin Mu was like a tireless machine, walking step by step on this cracked and dark yellow ground. Although the speed was not fast, he did not stop at all, nor did his speed drop.

For a month, the scenery he saw hardly changed. This barren land seemed to have no end, and he himself seemed to have been eroded by the barren, his skin became dry and yellow, and his black hair turned yellow.

"This feeling is really tough."

Lin Mu's remaining power is getting smaller and smaller. As he walks, this barren land is absorbing his power. He has tried to resist, but it has no effect.

"Senior Stele Spirit, do you still refuse to come out to meet?" Lin Mu shouted.

During this month, he tried many times, but the stele spirit had no response at all, so he secretly wrote down the account, and if there is a chance in the future, he must pit the barren stele once.

Lin Mu's heavy steps still kept the original speed and he was not a person who gave up easily.

At the same time, on another barren ground, a sturdy figure fell to the ground. His body was withered, but there was no blood flowing out. His body turned into stars and began to slowly dissipate.

"Failed……"

There was a touch of unwillingness and fatigue in Jiang Hao's eyes, his vision began to blur, and finally turned into a spot of light, dissipating on the vast earth.

The time outside is synchronized with the time inside the monument, and one month has passed.

However, the master of the Fourth Hall of Dao Zong and most of his disciples were still guarding the outside of the Great Desolate Stele, always paying attention to the six figures sitting on the Qingyan.

Hum!

The beam of light covering the six people suddenly moved and slowly became weak.

"Jiang Hao failed." Wudao sighed. It was not the first time he saw this situation.

Under countless gazes, the beam of light finally dissipated completely, Jiang Hao's body also fell, Chen Zhen waved his sleeves, and a force of strength brought Jiang Hao over, and then left it to the disciples of the deserted hall to take care of it.

"It's pretty good to be able to last for a month." Chen Zhen saw Jiang Hao's face pale as paper, and knew that the latter had persisted to the last moment.

"I don't know what happened to that guy?" Ying Huanhuan looked at Lin Mu who was sitting withered, and the slender hands in his sleeves clenched unconsciously.

In the expectant and nervous waiting of everyone, another half month passed.

During this half month, Pang Tong, Song Zhou and Fang Yun also failed one after another, leaving only Lin Mu and Lin Dong sitting there.

"It's up to you two now." Wudao looked at the two figures in front of the stele. That was the last hope of the deserted palace.

"If that guy fails to comprehend the Great Desolation Sutra, I don't know how hard it will be." Ying Huanhuan vaguely worried about Lin Mu.

On a mountain some distance from the Great Desolation Monument, there are two figures looking at the direction of the Great Desolation Monument. One of these two people is Ying Xuanzi, and the other is an old man in blue robe.

"The state of Lin Mu and Lin Dong is not good, I don't know how long they can last?" The blue-robed old man said slowly.

"I believe these two guys will give us a surprise." Ying Xuanzi smiled faintly.

"You have confidence in them." The blue robe old man was surprised.

In the barren land, Lin Mu is still moving forward, but his speed has slowed down a bit. Every step he takes now is very difficult.

"Beiling, if you don't come out again, Xiaoye is going to turn his face. In your situation, you can hold on for three years at most. This may be your last chance. Don't you want to take a gamble?"

Lin Mu's tone was no longer the politeness he had before, and he reached out and dug out a withered grass on the ground. With the touch of his finger, the withered grass directly turned into powder and floated away.

"Desolation is not like this. After the desolation, the vitality is hidden. When the spring blossoms, the desolation will be full of vitality. You have been eroded by the alien demon, and if you die, it will be too late."

There was a breeze blowing in the barren land, and then layers of waves appeared on the land, and these waves converged towards Lin Mu from all directions.

Lin Mu felt that the power dissipated in his body was quickly recovering, and his skin and hair returned to their normal colors.

"You can finally give it up."

Lin Mu gave a faint smile. Just as his voice fell, this barren land began to crack, and cracks began to spread. Eventually, the whole world collapsed completely, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

Outside, the beam of light covering Lin Mu and Lin Dong began to weaken. Seeing this scene, an unconcealable disappointment appeared on everyone's face.

"It seems that I need to comfort that guy later." Ying Huanhuan thought secretly.

"Oh, don't even they understand the Great Desolation Sutra?" There was a bitterness on Wu Dao's face, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"This damn great barren monument, our Dao Sect has guarded it for thousands of years, and it doesn't give any face." Chen Zhen couldn't help complaining.

"What's this?" Ying Huanhuan suddenly noticed that although the beam of light was weakening, it suddenly stopped when it was about to dissipate.

After waiting for several minutes, the beam of light still did not dissipate, and everyone's faces showed a touch of joy.

"Lin Mu and Lin Dong haven't failed yet." A gleam of hope lit up on Wu Dao's face.

Buzzing!

The Great Desolate Stele trembled suddenly, waves of light condensed on the surface of the huge stele, and the last bright beam of light burst out, covering Lin Mu and Lin Dong.

The surface of the stele became like a mirror, and a vague figure could be seen faintly.

"Is that the stele spirit?" Wudao trembled with excitement.

"When Senior Zhou Tong comprehended the Great Desolation Sutra, the stele spirit appeared." Qi Lei said.

"Congratulations, I'm afraid you are going to completely turn over in the deserted hall this time." Wesson laughed, and was not upset because the first place in the temple was taken away.

Chen Zhen and Wu Dao are both big and small. After a hundred years, someone in their deserted hall finally understood the Great Desolation Sutra, and it was two at a time.

"That guy really succeeded, then shouldn't I agree to his request unconditionally?" Ying Huanhuan was happy to see Lin Mu succeeded, and was a little worried for herself. What if Lin Mu's request was too excessive?