It should be noted that these Chongsheng Sect disciples were either disciples of the Heavenly Dao Venerables, or had cultivated the advanced Martial Techniques of the Chongsheng Sect, or were born in ancient families with supreme bloodlines …
However, no matter how amazing their Martial Dao talent was, or how profound their strength was, they were no match for Lin Buzheng.
Lin Buzheng opened his palm, and a majestic Martial True Essence surged out, turning into a giant hand that covered the sky. It slammed down from hundreds of feet away, instantly defeating these Chongsheng Sect disciples.
This exchange of blows was no longer a battle, but a one-sided suppression.
If Lin Buzheng had not shown mercy, these so-called genius disciples of the Chongsheng Sect, spiritual bodies that only appeared once in a hundred years, descendants of the Supreme Heavenly Venerables … would have died in one move, their blood splattering everywhere.
"Hiss, what terrifying strength!"
"Just by releasing Martial True Essence, he already has such shocking combat strength. I wonder how terrifying and heaven-defying the Divine Might Sect's expert's combat strength would be if he used his Martial Techniques!"
The Chongsheng Sect disciples who were watching the battle gasped, their faces filled with shock.
Just as these people had said, so far, although Lin Buzheng had displayed a majestic Martial True Essence, surging Soul Strength, and thick Blood Qi in each of his battles, he had only limited himself to the most basic use of them. He had not used any Martial Techniques.
If the various abilities of a martial artist were like Spirit Gold, then Martial Techniques were the profound forging techniques. They could be used to forge Spirit Gold into sharp weapons, increasing the lethality of the weapons by a thousand times.
Right now, Lin Buzheng's use of various abilities was like smashing people with Spirit Gold. It was still at the most primitive stage. Even so, none of the Chongsheng Sect geniuses were a match for him.
It was conceivable that if Lin Buzheng used his Martial Skills, his combat power would soar to a horrifying and unbelievable level. When the spectating disciples of the Chongsheng Sect thought of this, they could not help but break out in cold sweat, and their hair stood on end.
Unknowingly, the way the spectating Chongsheng Sect disciples addressed Lin Buzheng had changed. They no longer dared to call him a scoundrel from the Divine Might Sect. Instead, they called him Savage.
Rumble!
Lin Buzheng controlled the dazzling Martial Path True Essence and flew in the sky. In less than 15 minutes, he had passed through dozens of regions with different sceneries.
Some of these areas were full of vitality and green vines, some were erupting volcanoes and covered in lava, and some were covered in snow and ice …
The scenery in every region was different. Correspondingly, the strength that a martial artist could display in these regions also varied.
Many powerful martial artists hid in regions that were compatible with their Martial Path Divine Ability or bloodline physique. They wanted to use the right time and place to defeat the other martial artists and obtain a higher ranking.
Unfortunately, they were unlucky to have met Lin Buzheng, who was passing by. In the face of the absolute difference in strength, all their plans were useless. Lin Buzheng easily defeated them and took all their Spirit Stones and Spirit Talismans.
At this point, Lin Buzheng had already obtained five to six hundred Spirit Stones and more than thirty Spirit Talismans. His Divine Sense was placed in the merged Spirit Talismans, which allowed him to see the scenery within thousands of miles.
"Strange, why have all the people disappeared?"
As Lin Buzheng traveled a certain distance, he gradually discovered that the number of martial artists participating in the trial had gradually decreased. Sometimes, even after passing through dozens of regions, he did not find a single Chongsheng Sect disciple participating in the trial.
In some regions, Lin Buzheng found traces of fierce fighting between martial artists.
Obviously, in this trial of a hundred battles, although Lin Buzheng was the number one enemy of other disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who participated in the trial, these disciples of the Chongsheng Sect were not harmonious. There were also competitions and battles among them.
Those disciples who were defeated, because they had lost their Spirit Talismans, were undoubtedly expelled by the rules of the small world of a hundred battles. However, the disciples who won also disappeared, which was very thought-provoking.
However, in this regard, Lin Buzheng did not panic at all. Like a supreme emperor inspecting his territory, he flew high above the sky toward the depths of the small world of a hundred battles.
"I feel it!"
"The missing disciples of the Chongsheng Sect are all gathered there!"
Lin Buzheng's Divine Sense, with the help of the terrifying power contained in the Spirit Talismans, spread far and wide, filling thousands of miles.
At a certain moment, he suddenly found that in an extremely strange area hundreds of miles ahead, more than a dozen Spirit Talismans rose to the sky.
The power of some of the Spirit Talismans could also spread thousands of miles. The number of Spirit Talismans integrated was no less than the number of Spirit Talismans seized by Lin Buzheng.
Obviously, if Lin Buzheng's guess was right, in the areas where he passed, the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who had won the battles were all gathered there.
These disciples of the Chongsheng Sect with Spirit Talismans did not fight with each other.
As soon as Lin Buzheng's huge Divine Sense spread, he also discovered the existence of Lin Buzheng.
He neither retreated, ran away, nor took the initiative to come forward and attack. Instead, he stood silently in the same place, triggering the fluctuations of Spirit Talismans of different strengths to challenge him!
"Interesting, let's go and have a look!"
Seeing this, Lin Buzheng grinned and immediately adjusted his direction. Riding the bright spiritual light, he flew toward that area at an extremely terrifying speed. From a distance, he looked like a meteor, cutting through the sky.
This was an ancient battlefield.
The sky was dim, the ground was desolate, and yellow sand filled the air. Surging murderous intent soared into the sky and lingered for a long time.
As a result, there were no living creatures in this area. Only countless armors, war flags, and chariots remained between heaven and earth.
These weapons were all made of the rare Spiritual Gold of Heaven and Earth. They were covered in mysterious Dao patterns. Even Venerables were not qualified to use them. Only the elders and Saint Kings of the supreme sects had the ability to control and unleash the supreme power of these weapons.
Through the various scenes here, Lin Buzheng seemed to be able to see an army formed from supreme experts in the ancient times. They wore armor made from spirit gold, raised their war banners high, and drove war chariots as they flew over from a mysterious holy land. They fought with terrifying enemies here, and they almost pierced through this world.
Countless years had passed. The cause and outcome of this battle had long been buried in the depths of history. No one knew.
Only broken armors, weapons, and chariots were left, buried in the rolling yellow sand.
The Dao patterns had been destroyed, and they had lost their spirituality. They were no different from scrap metal. They emitted a shocking murderous intent that could not be erased, silently telling the cruelty of the battle in the past.
"Lin Buzheng, you're finally here!"
"This ancient battlefield is where you'll die after being defeated by the elite of the Chongsheng Sect!"
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