Chapter 1 Hu Ma Thanks Him; The National Preceptor Can No Longer Maintain His Composure

Hu Ma said "Thank you" and the National Preceptor could no longer maintain his previous composure.

In his life, he had fought countless people, even those amazingly talented and audacious evil beings of yesteryear had been destroyed by his hand. Counting them up, the frustrations and insults he had suffered in his entire life were not as numerous as those he had suffered from Hu Ma in this one night.

Meeting Hu Ma's frank expression at this time, he even had the thought of leaving and not letting him get his way.

After all, if he left now, Hu Ma would ultimately not have the chance to complete the tenth incense stick.

But this thought only flashed through his mind, and in the end, he could not let go of this last chance. In a deep sigh, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Staring at Hu Ma, he said in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't agree with this Life-Repairing Incense, the main sacrificial method of establishing heaven and earth. This method is a technique of the Daluo Dharma Sect, and it is also one of the oldest methods. The Daluo Dharma Sect established heaven and earth by relying on this method."

"But after the arrival of the Tai Sui, heaven and earth have long changed, and strange and unusual methods have emerged one after another. The heaven and earth changed, but the Life-Repairing method of the Daluo Dharma Sect did not change. In my opinion, this is already outdated."

"Because I was too anxious to cross the bridge at the beginning, I missed the opportunity to carry the Twelve Ghost Altars. Later, when I realized the importance of the Twelve Ghost Altars, I chose you."

"However..."

He slowly shook his head and said in a low voice: "Since Mister Lao Jun Mei already had a plan, then my miscalculation is not unjust."

"The most heroic among those descended from the heavens, joining forces with the most ruthless Hu family among the Ten Clans to scheme against me, what is there to complain about?"

"To tell the truth, it is my honor."

"..."

As he spoke, the surrounding magic power was slowly flowing into his sleeves, and his expression became more and more calm, but this calmness contained a sense of gravity.

As Hu Ma slowly got up and the dharma form condensed again, he also looked at Hu Ma seriously and said softly: "Where there is gambling, there is winning and losing. The winner always needs some prize money, which can also be regarded as respect for this old friend and the Hu family."

"Little friend Hu, my intention was not to kill you, and I was even reluctant to use too much force, so as not to destroy your foundation."

"After all, you are useful to me alive, and there is hope of carrying the Twelve Ghost Altars."

"But since you want to seize life from the brink of life and death, I also have the intention of helping you succeed, so, please be careful!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he nodded lightly to Hu Ma.

In the next moment, his two large sleeves suddenly surged up like they were filled with wind, and slowly pressed down towards the ground.

Hu Ma was vigilant from beginning to end, and also took this opportunity to try to catch a few breaths. As the National Preceptor's sleeves covered the ground, he suddenly took a big step, and the Punishing Official Great Blade waved by the dharma form slashed fiercely towards the National Preceptor.

But before the blade reached the National Preceptor, it was suddenly bounced away by the magic power surging in front of him.

At the same time, his feet suddenly felt empty. When he looked down, he was instantly horrified.

It was clear that he had not jumped, but he did not know when he had found himself in mid-air. When he looked up, he had a very strange feeling.

It was the National Preceptor. He pressed down with both hands, and actually pressed the entire earth, or rather, the capital city of Shangjing, down by more than half a zhang.

His body failed to keep up with the city, and he suddenly became suspended in the air. The guarding power rose from the ground, and his feet left the ground. The strength in his body suddenly weakened. He reacted quickly, hurriedly used the Thousand Catty Drop skill, and fell to the ground.

But at this moment, the National Preceptor had already appeared in front of him, with no expression on his face. With a light wave of his sleeves, an unknown black chain flew out from somewhere in the darkness and plunged into Hu Ma's chest in an instant.

When he looked up, he saw that the surrounding world seemed to have disappeared.

Only an ancient door with sculptures of ferocious gods and evil spirits floated quietly in mid-air.

This iron chain came out of this ancient door, and the end was a hook that hooked Hu Ma's body.

At the same time, the surrounding air was distorted and blurred. More doors appeared separately, one above Hu Ma's head, facing him, one behind Hu Ma, and two on his left and right, respectively. Including the one in front of him, there were a total of five doors.

Hu Ma's dharma form surged, struggling desperately, and the rolling ferocious power squeezed forward, originally intending to take the opportunity to force the National Preceptor back, but unexpectedly, the National Preceptor frowned slightly and accepted all the strength from Hu Ma's Dawei Tiangong General dharma form.

This force, which could almost collapse a small mountain, landed on him without wasting a bit, but the National Preceptor did not even shake his shadow.

Only the slightly frowned brow showed that he seemed to have been affected by this blow to some extent.

But in this effort, iron chains also fell from the other four doors. The iron chain above his head went straight into the head of Hu Ma's dharma form, icy cold and bone-piercing, as if such an iron hook had been hooked into his flesh and blood.

The two doors on the left and right hooked his arms, which were holding the General's Token and the Wordless Treasure Seal.

The door behind him hooked the back of his dharma form, calculating the position of the spine.

In the next moment, the National Preceptor sighed softly, and the five chains tightened at the same time.

Chi la la!

Hu Ma's dharma form was originally transformed from his soul, but at this moment, it was clearly being pulled into distortion and deformation.

The huge, tearing pain was transmitted into his physical strength, and his brain almost shattered.

"This is the method of the Impermanence Li family, the Five Doors Soul-Severing Prison."

When Hu Ma felt the substantial pain crawling all over his body like earthworms, the National Preceptor's figure was exceptionally clear and calm at this time: "Twenty years ago, this method existed as the Soul-Punishing Matrix of the Impermanence Li family."

"I don't know whether the Impermanence Li family has developed a new Matrix in the past twenty years, but in my opinion, with a little adjustment, this move is a wonderful technique for dealing with evil beings."

"The Five Doors Prison, first seize the Immortal Life Spirit Temple, second seize the fleshly Life Incense, third seize the Soul Treasure, fourth split the Divine Soul, and fifth destroy the Seven Spirits."

"Little friend Hu, if you want to cultivate the life outside the heavens, you must be able to endure the pain..."

"..."

Under the pulling of these five doors, the dharma form had already been distorted, and the endless feeling of being torn poured into his brain.

At this moment, there were faint noises in the distance, indicating that the Reincarnators had rushed into Shangjing. They might soon discover the movement here at the ancestral shrine and rush over. For Hu Ma, the arrival of the Reincarnators to help might be the only chance of survival.

But listening to the movement of those Reincarnators approaching, the National Preceptor just slowly turned around and walked around Hu Ma a few steps, each step in the direction of the Harmful Head Ten Doors.

With his movement, suddenly in this extreme pain, a very strange and surprised feeling arose. Some dust that had been shaken up by the force was originally falling to the ground little by little.

But now, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He suddenly realized that it was not the dust that had stopped, but time that had stopped.

The National Preceptor had borrowed the law from the Harmful Head One Door, making this area extremely light, so time became extremely fast, unlike other places.

Since the Reincarnators would soon find him, he made this short time infinitely long, cutting off this last chance of survival.

For a time, a sense of despair also rose sharply in his heart.

Seizing life from the gates of life and death is not looking for death. If you really want to die, it would be faster to have someone cut your neck. This method of seizing life is to challenge someone or a situation that seems impossible to defeat, but still leave a glimmer of hope, so that you can seize life.

But the National Preceptor's move was to cut off all hope for Hu Ma, leaving no chance of survival.

Only endless despair and torture remained in this almost stagnant time, watching himself fall apart.

But precisely, this kind of torture and despair seemed to have become what Hu Ma wanted. His dharma form was fixed and unable to move, as if even the strength to struggle had disappeared.

But there were still things that could move. His dharma form had cultivated a head and four arms. Now his head and two hands were fixed, but there were still two hands that could barely move. Instinctively, he wanted to use these two hands to pull the iron chains.

But he knew it was useless, so he resisted and tried to slowly raise these two hands.

One finger points to the sky, and the other points forward.

Summoning gods and scolding ghosts, unrestrained and lawless.

Perhaps he would really die in the next moment, but just before death, he would focus all his energy on the Dawei Tiangong General Seal's method, as if reliving it. The uninhibited and arrogant dharma form completely filled his heart.

"Heaven and earth cannot destroy me, and life and death do not touch my body."

At this time, Hu Ma could not even speak. These words were more like his soul resonating, saying them.

And at the same moment, the nine incense sticks of Hu Ma's life burned quickly at the same time, almost completely consumed.

This time, there was no feeling of entering the Intermediate Yin realm, because before, his nine incense sticks of life were just going to change his fate, but this time, he was really seizing life from this world.

In the realm of ten thousand deaths, gritting his teeth and seizing this last chance of survival, even the National Preceptor, who was watching Hu Ma at close range, changed his face slightly and showed a look of surprise.

Then, he swung his sleeves, like a cloth bag, and lowered them down.

Ka ka!

In the distance, the trees planted around the Ten Clans ancestral shrine suddenly burst into flames. The fire lines were like snakes, approaching Hu Ma, ignoring time, and directly burned Hu Ma's body, burning his flesh and bones.

In the mid-air, dark clouds were also rolling, and rolling thunder snakes struck down, bombarding Hu Ma's head, destroying his divine consciousness.

The dharma form was torn apart, the flesh was burned, one after another, all kinds of extraordinary blows and strange methods almost made Hu Ma's divine soul close to complete nothingness, and all energy was gone.

The National Preceptor quietly looked at Hu Ma in front of him, looking very carefully, with a slightly cold expression.

One style of Soul-Punishing Five Doors Soul-Severing Prison, one style of Harmful Head Earth-Cutting Technique, and one style of Disaster-Stealing Heavenly Thunder Earth Fire, almost completely cut off Hu Ma's chance of survival.

True life-and-death snatching is not about getting into the Intermediate Yin realm by chance and scratching that monster.

People will really die.

ps: I always feel that it is unreasonable to ask for votes without adding an extra chapter, so I rushed to code it out. There will still be two chapters at noon, with normal updates.