At this time, it was already the time of winter. The wind carried a cold intent that was like a knife cutting through the air, and it carried along with it the rustling snowflakes that drifted down and swirled about everywhere.
The West Mountain within a radius of a hundred miles was as desolate and lonely as before. Under the cold moonlight, the cold wind blew, the withered grass swayed, and the laughter of foxes and wolves added a bit of desolation to the atmosphere.
Standing in front of the tomb of Marquis Dingguo and his wife, Cheng Hao was silent. After a long while, he sighed softly.
"This may be the last time I come to see you. I will leave this world next year. If I have the chance to come to this world again, I will definitely build a temple on this mountain and worship you as the gods of this world!"
No matter what, Cheng Hao had taken up the identity of the other party's son. Moreover, this identity was quite useful, allowing him to avoid a lot of trouble in this world. If he had the ability, Cheng Hao didn't mind returning this favor the next time he came.
Of course, if he did not have the chance to come back in the future, it would be fine. It meant that the karma between them had been settled and there was no need to add new karma.
After bowing, Cheng Hao turned around and prepared to go to the Autumn Moon Temple to rest for the night. He would enter the city tomorrow and return to his Marquis Dingguo's Mansion.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Cheng Hao's footsteps suddenly stagnated. In his field of vision, there were two black shadows confronting each other halfway up the mountain.
Cheng Hao was very familiar with one of the black shadows. It was Hong Yi, who had come to the West Mountain with him to pay respects to his mother. As for the other person, although he could not see his face clearly in the darkness, Cheng Hao could clearly sense the terrifying power of Qi and blood, which was as vast as a fireball in the dark night.
"Human Immortal?"
Cheng Hao was very solemn at this time. He had seen many Martial Sages, but he had never seen such a terrifying power of Qi and blood. In terms of the power of Qi and blood, the other party was faintly above him.
Human Immortal was a completely different realm from Martial Sage. No matter how strong the previous Martial Arts experts were, they could not be called Immortal. In the Human Immortal Realm, they had already broken away from the human body and began to think about the path of immortality.
According to some ancient records, after reaching the realm of One Aperture Enlightenment, the peak of Human Immortal could fly in the sky and burrow under the ground. He could also change his flesh and blood and pick the stars and the moon as if he was taking something out of his pocket.
Before the realm of Human Immortal, although the strength of Martial Arts experts would be divided, they could still rely on numbers to win. However, after reaching the Human Immortal stage, every breakthrough would bring about a world-shaking change in their strength. It was simply impossible for them to rely on numbers to win.
Although Cheng Hao relied on the physique of the Holy Body and the golden blood that was more than ten times stronger than the Martial Sage to display the strength of the early stage of the Human Immortal Realm, after all, his realm was not enough. Some of the Human Immortal Martial Arts were simply unable to display the strongest power. When fighting against a real Human Immortal, it was already not bad to be undefeated. It was very difficult to win.
. Although Cheng Hao knew that the Human Immortal opposite him was not to be trifled with, he did not intend to retreat.
Not to mention his relationship with Hong Yi, he could not retreat from the improvement and cultivation of his own Martial Arts.
If the other party was a Yang Spirit expert or a top Human Immortal, Cheng Hao could retreat with a clear conscience. After all, although Martial Arts experts were not afraid of strong enemies, they were not fools who would rush to their deaths. It was normal for them to judge the situation and retreat appropriately.
But now, Cheng Hao sensed that the Human Immortal halfway up the mountain was not much different from him in terms of Qi and blood. Maybe he was a little stronger than him, but there was a limit to it. If the two of them fought to the death, it was hard to say who would win.
It was not Cheng Hao's character to retreat when there was not much difference in strength. If he retreated today, his Martial Arts Heart would be covered with a layer of shadow, and his Martial Arts Will, which could suppress the heavens and sweep the world, would be covered with dust. It would be almost impossible for his Martial Arts Will to have a qualitative change in the future.
Even the experts of the same level did not dare to face the enemy head-on. How could he suppress the heavens? How could he sweep the world?
Did he want his fist intent to be derived from flesh and blood? "Go to sleep!"
After making up his mind to face the Human Immortal expert, Cheng Hao immediately felt much better and his thoughts were much clearer. He leaped up and left the foot of the mountain in just a few steps. He stood on a huge rock halfway up the mountain and stared at the mysterious man not far away.
This person was dressed in embroidered clothes and had a purple-gold crown on his head. His body was well-proportioned, and his face was white and beardless like jade. He looked to be in his thirties or forties. He was confident and steady, solid but not superficial. When ordinary people looked at him, they would feel that he was a mature and experienced scholar.
But in Cheng Hao's eyes, this person stood casually. His embroidered clothes seemed to be cast from iron, and he did not move at all in the cold wind.
This appearance was like a Divine King who ruled the world and ruled over the life and death of the world, and no one could disobey him!
"Hong Xuanji!"
Seeing this person's appearance clearly, this name instantly appeared in Cheng Hao's mind. He had a clear impression of the appearance of this Imperial Tutor, Marquis of Wenwu, Hong Xuanji from Hong Yi's description in the past.
"Mm!"
Sensing Cheng Hao's arrival, Hong Xuanji turned his body from Hong Yi's direction and stared at Cheng Hao. The two of them were more than two hundred steps away from each other, and the distance of an arrow's distance, but their Qi dynamics instantly clashed violently.
As soon as their Qi dynamics clashed, Cheng Hao felt an invisible pressure pressing down on his spirit. His soul creaked as if it was about to be crushed.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Cheng Hao's eyes shot out two invisible rays of cold light. In the cold light, a mysterious man wearing a golden robe and a Nine Dragon Crown appeared. Wherever the light passed, the pressure brought by Hong Xuanji's Qi dynamics was instantly dispersed. In their first clash, neither of them had the upper hand.
"Oh?"
Hong Xuanji was a little surprised. He cultivated the All-Heaven Death Wheel and compared himself to the King of the Gods, controlling the life and death of the world. In terms of Martial Will, this was the first time he had met someone who could contend with him, especially this person who seemed to have not completely stepped into the Human Immortal Realm.
"Marquis Dingguo, Cheng Hao?!"
This time, Hong Xuanji withdrew his Martial Way Qi dynamics. This was to treat the other as an expert who could be treated as an equal. He was no longer as aggressive as before, and when he spoke, his expression was much more solemn than before.
"It's me!"
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