Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1083

All skills were rejected. Darren thought about what he should do.

Darren was forbidden from using any of his most powerful skills. How could he just make up a random cultivation method?

Darren kept silent and thought it over. He finally came to a decision.

"I choose to cultivate Void Penetration."

This cultivation method was left behind by one of the great cultivators from outer space.

So far, he had only mastered five moves. He had integrated these moves into his sword and blade skills.

"The cultivation method is from outer space and cannot be used." The guardian of the Virtual Battle Space was familiar with all the cultivation methods. He knew that this one was from outer space.

Darren was completely speechless. There was no other skill that he could think of.

"By the way..." After a while, Darren's eyes lit up. "I choose the Nine Changes of the Demon."

The Nine Changes of the Demon had great potential, but Darren did not suggest it just now because he thought it was not going to be allowed either.

"Successful," the guardian announced.

He finally made it through!

"Phew!" Darren sighed with relief. "Why doesn't the Nine Changes of the Demon have any conflict?"

"This cultivation method was created by the human race and has never been successfully developed. It doesn't conflict with any destroyer's skills," the guardian replied.

"Well, then please make time fly by faster." Now that he had decided what kind of method he wanted, Darren was about to start his cultivation. This was the perfect chance for him to see how powerful the Dark Immortal Master from the Last Age was.

Buzz.

The whole space trembled. Colorful lights flew around quickly. A strange feeling swept through Darren's body. He seemed to be bathing in a river of time. Time seemed to flow quickly.

Darren calmed himself down and began to practice the Nine Changes of the Demon.

On the other side of the Virtual Battle Space, the old man crashed to the ground.

It was more desolate and chaotic than the Remote Age. The wind had sand and it swirled around ferociously.

"What have I done to deserve this? I just stole a drop of wine! Is that enough reason for me to be here?" The old man scratched his head.

Many years ago, he was led to a world where birds were singing and flowers were blossoming. It was great at the beginning—he could do whatever he wanted and nobody bothered him.

Later, a lot of tombs appeared in that world. As time passed, he felt lonely. He did not want to live alone anymore.

Now, he was brought to this land of chaos. This time, the space was barren and desolate, unlike the picturesque garden that he was used to.

"Oh my God! God! Help me!" The old man sat on the ground and began to cry.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At this time, four black iron coffins fell from the sky and fell in front of the old man. He scrambled away, frightened.

As the four black iron coffins landed, four octahedral crystals fell on the four black iron coffins. They melted into the coffins.

Roar! Roar!

Tensions rose.

In the world of wind and sand, a few hideous phantoms began to materialize. They gnashed their teeth and swung out their claws.

Seeing this, the old man fainted.

In the first black iron coffin, a figure with sharp thorns and blood all over his body materialized.