Martial Alchemy Sovereign

In a deep forest, towering trees that reached into the skies and a thorny forest grew all around.    

Su Ling, Leng Binghan, and Emperor Su fled here and found a hidden cave to hide in.    

After a long journey and constant fleeing for his life, Su Ling had been exhausted for a long time. After entering the cave, he fainted.    

Leng Binghan knew that Su Ling was very tired.    

In the Lost Realm of God, a lowly person like Su Ling might be the insufferably arrogant Top Martial Arts Genius, but after coming to the lower realm, Su Ling was just a tiny ant among all the living beings. After all, the Lower Realm possesses a Law of Heaven and Earth that is much more complete than the Lost Realm of God.    

Compared to the other Sacred Children of the Holy Sect, Su Ling was too weak. A mere Heavenly Martial Stage in the Lower Realm was indeed too weak.    

Thinking of this, Leng Binghan couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Su Ling fainted and fell into a deep sleep. Leng Binghan then placed Su Ling on a bare rock.    

Leng Binghan's eyes were filled with pity as she looked at Su Ling's tired body. Actually, Su Ling had worked hard enough, but his Martial Arts Realm was too cruel.    

After all, the Holy Son of the Holy Church and the successors of the great powers had all been created using countless treasures from the heavens.    

It could be said that these people were born with the best cultivation resources, the best environment, and the most superior cultivation techniques.    

Even if those people were trash, no matter how weak the Martial Arts Talents were, they would be able to step into the ranks of geniuses with so many cultivation resources.    

Su Ling was in a bit of a sorry state. Su Ling was born in a small family, so even in Lost Realm of God, Su Ling's family was born in a very miserable way. Needless to say, when Su Ling came to the lower realm, this kind of larger Spatial Realm, the place Su Ling was born in, was not even worth mentioning.    

It seemed like …    

Su Ling couldn't be compared with those holy sons at all, nor could he surpass them. Even if he could touch them, it would be difficult.    

"Perhaps, this is Su Ling's life! He is destined to be unable to be compared with those people. "    

Leng Binghan helplessly shook her head and thought to herself, "Su Qin, I'm sorry. All of this is fate. Su Ling is destined to be unworthy of you."    

Leng Binghan was well aware that even though the Martial Arts Talents that Su Ling had shown off was extraordinary, it was still impossible for it to reach Su Qin's level.    

After all, she was Holy Maiden from the Phoenix Clan, and in the future, she would become the Patriarch of the Phoenix Clan. She would bear the enormous responsibility of leading the Phoenix Clan to prosperity, and if she wanted to shoulder this responsibility, Su Qin had to marry the Holy Son of True Dragon Clan.    

In the beginning, Su Qin might have placed her hopes on Su Ling, but now, it would seem that Su Ling... It wasn't worth Su Qin's trust at all!    

Yes, this was fate.    

Su Ling's strength was still too weak.    

Thinking about these questions in her heart, Leng Binghan couldn't help but bitterly laugh a few times as she said to herself: "When he wakes up and enters the Gates of Hell, when the heroes gather and all the heroes appear, Su Ling will probably understand how lowly and lowly he is, and he will also realize how big of a gap there is between him and Su Qin. At that time, he might just give up on his own accord! "    

"Giving up is his final choice, and also the best choice for him."    

"..."    

Evening;    

Su Ling, who was too tired, slowly opened his eyes after a day of rest.    

The first thing that entered his eyes were rows upon rows of jagged rocks. They were jagged and jagged, with sharp edges and smooth rocks.    

His body was sore, his eyes were puffy, and his clothes stank of acid. He probably hadn't taken a bath for a long time. Su Ling recalled that he hadn't had a bath since he came to the lower plane.    

Su Ling put both of his arms on the rock and forced his body up. These few days, continuous battles had brought his body to its limit. He was very tired.    

After propping himself up, Su Ling looked around and saw Leng Binghan meditating and Emperor Su sleeping soundly. He couldn't help but feel relieved.    

It was good that everyone was fine.    

As for Dugu Yuyang … Su Ling felt a burst of bitterness in his heart. In such a situation, in order to protect his life, Su Ling could only abandon Dugu Yuyang.    

Right now, Su Ling could only hope that Dugu Yuyang was as strong as Leng Binghan had said and that he would be able to survive. Otherwise, if Dugu Yuyang had truly died a miserable death within the Sha City, Su Ling would definitely feel regret and regret for the rest of his life.    

Su Ling shook his head and tried his best to calm down his mind. He stared outside the cave and a faint sunset shone in.    

It was good to be alive!    

Su Ling came down from the bare rock. He tried to make his movements as small as possible so as to avoid disturbing Leng Binghan's meditation and to disturb Emperor Su's rest.    

Afterwards, Su Ling walked out of the cave, it was filled with tall trees and thorny bushes, he looked around to check the environment, to make sure that there was no threat. He walked not far away, relying on his Perceptual Power, he sensed a waterfall not far away. He wanted to take a bath and think about his boring life.    

Leng Binghan, who was meditating in the cave, noticed Su Ling the moment he walked out of the cave. However, she didn't disturb Su Ling.    

Because she knew that Su Ling was definitely in a bad mood right now. Facing the incoming attacks, probably no one would be in a good mood!    

Now, it was much better to let Su Ling calm down and think about the way forward by himself than to let Leng Binghan tell Su Ling.    

Leng Binghan was very clear that Su Ling was not Stupid Man. After going through so much, Su Ling should know how to retreat after thinking about it.    

The Martial Arts Realm of the lower plane was still not suitable for him after all. He was indeed too weak. Any Holy Son of the Holy Church, even Divine Son of Starfire, could easily kill him. Needless to say, Su Ling's goal was to rush out of the lower plane and enter the Superior Realm to search for Su Qin. This was impossible. Yes, it was impossible.    

"He should be able to figure it out! Leave the lower plane and return to the Lost Realm of God. This is his best choice. "    

Leng Binghan stared at the ray of light shining in from outside the cave and could not help but sigh, "At least …" We can live well! "    

After passing through the thorny forest and not being attacked by the Demonic Beast, Su Ling came to the front of the waterfall, and looked down at the flowing waterfall that was shaped like a silver waterfall. Su Ling took a deep breath, and then rolled up his hair that was messy like weeds, and took off his clothes, then took off his worn-out boots under his feet, and waded into the water flow of the waterfall.    

This waterfall was not big, it was only about 20 meters tall. As if there was no resistance, Su Ling walked to the bottom of the waterfall and let the water from the waterfall hit his body.    

At first, it was painful, but after a while, it became painless.    

He slowly closed his eyes, allowing the water to rush at him. "Shua shua shua" sounds were somewhat clear, but also somewhat heavy.    

Back then, when he was in the forbidden Myriad Sword Mountain area, he had cultivated in this way as well. But later, because he was too weak, Master of Lanxi Pavilion, who brought him along with him, died.    

After that...    

Wang Huan died.    

Yes, Wang Huan was his good brother and died.    

After that, War Emperor died.    

Afterwards, the Demon Emperor died.    

Su Ling's heart ached as he stood underneath the waterfall and let the water flow. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. If one looked carefully, they would find that his tears were mixed with scarlet blood. Su Ling was crying, sobbing. Since he was helpless, it was the first time that he felt the malice Martial Arts Realm towards him.    

So what if you're two lifetimes old?" So what if he cultivated in martial arts, Alchemy, and array patterns together? So what if he had a top-notch Martial Arts Talents? He, who was born in a lowly place, was still incomparable to those people that were born in a great sect. Was this fate?    

The fresh blood and tears were mercilessly washed away by the waterfall.    

It was as if no one cared about the pain of the weak, and no one cared about the life and death of the weak.    

The Martial Arts Realm had always been this cruel, not giving the weak any chance for survival.    

The principle of "good people are bullied by others, while good horses are ridden by others" never seemed to have changed.    

"I'm too weak, I'm still too weak. I can't accept this! I can't accept this! Why did I have to put in so much effort to cultivate but was still bullied by others? My friend died because of me! "Why is all this happening?"    

After experiencing so much difficulty, he was on the verge of collapse. In his mind, he crazily recalled the past, where one close friend after another died because of him, and the woman he loved the most was taken away. He also had to marry a Top Expert that he had to hide from three years later, which made him extremely miserable.