Chapter 951 Father and son? The Medical Emperor is dead?
Xin Zhuo calmed down and waited silently. He looked around at the people around him and was startled. I wonder if it was a coincidence, but there were many acquaintances there!
Jiang Wuwei, the Jiang family member who had killed ninety-nine of his fellow soldiers, stood beside him were true warriors Li Chunyuan, Chanyi and Jiang Nuying, who looked much more mature but still looked like a young girl.
Beside them there are two acquaintances who are almost lost in the depths of their memories, the eldest sister Jiang Huan, who is ordinary in appearance but elegant and generous in manners; and Jiang Wuxie, who is tall and has eyes as bright as a torch.
A group of Jiang's disciples were looking directly into the sky and did not notice him.
Xin Zhuo suddenly felt very strange. These high-ranking descendants from the mountains were just starting from the same starting line as him.
At this moment, he suddenly felt two blazing eyes looking at him. He subconsciously looked at them, feeling dazed for a moment.
They were two women. One had fox eyes, a slightly high nose, cherry lips, a convex and concave figure, and her gestures were very elegant. The other was small and exquisite, with big eyes that seemed to be smiling, and the corners of her mouth were hooked. Make a playful arc.
The two women were both dressed in clothes that were different from those of the Chinese, and they looked extremely capable.
Jiusi Hai, Cui Yinger and Han Qiniang!
I didn't expect to meet them here.
The three of them looked at each other, and Xin Zhuo suddenly felt uninterested. It had nothing to do with the authenticity of "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water", it was purely about their different identities. He had seen too many things in his life and death over the years, and he did not reminisce with the people of the past. , thoughts of talking.
At this moment, Chen Wentian, the ancestor of Zhenkonghai above, looked down and said in a dull voice: "Everyone, this Yuanqi is the last one. It is the most dangerous and deadly, and the future is unknown. It’s too late to quit now!”
No one spoke among the more than two thousand quasi-sage masters below. The warriors have practiced hard for a lifetime, ranging from the immortal rules of heaven and earth to the five degenerations of heaven and man, life and death, Nirvana, and the condensed origin of the Yuanji realm. In the quasi-sage realm, which step of collecting the fortune of heaven and earth is not to defy heaven and change one's destiny?
Life is my destiny, and death is also my destiny. I am afraid of death and quitting now, just because I am afraid that I will be restless in this life!
"If you don't become a saint, you will always be an ant, and the end of the martial arts will be nothing!"
The great saints all around responded in unison, with a decisive and persevering tone.
"Very good! Although it is dangerous, it is also a blessing you have been waiting for. Go, I wish you all to transcend the world and become a saint!"
Chen Wentian and dozens of other people The expert went straight down.
Only Jiang Wen suddenly fell next to a group of Jiang family disciples.
"Uncle!"
"Uncle!"
Jiang Wuwei, Chanyi, Li Chunyuan, Jiang Huan and others all saluted.
Jiang Wen put his hands behind his back and looked at everyone silently, with a majestic face full of solemnity and irresistibility: "You should do your best, descendants of Qiyan Emperor, there are no vulgar people, Zhenyuan Saint is Your goal, the long way to go, means everything is possible."
"Here!"
Everyone saluted again.
Jiang Wen suddenly looked at Xin Zhuo again, as if he had discovered him early, and said in a cold tone: "Becoming a saint has nothing to do with combat power. What matters is the background, martial arts, and the holy thoughts in your heart. Your cultivation days are short, you have too many distracting thoughts, and you have no divine body or blood. I hope you can encourage me to do it. If you become a true saint, I will give you the surname Jiang and allow you to form your own lineage at the foot of the mountain. !
If you become a false saint, you will die on your own, whether others kill you or punish you, I will never interfere!
This is a painstaking statement for you and me! "
Jiang Wuwei, Jiang Huan, Jiang Wuxie, Jiang Nuying, and Chanyi subconsciously looked at each other, were startled for a moment, and then fell silent.
From all directions, Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang and countless quasi-sage masters also looked curiously.
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while, and said decisively and simply: "Whether I become a saint or not has nothing to do with you. Matters of life and death, I will encourage myself and do it without any trouble."
Six Li The moment of silence was terrifying!
"Your Excellency?" Jiang Wen's face was slightly cold.
Xin Zhuo bowed his hand and stopped answering.
Jiang Wen stepped in front of him, and with a majestic pressure, he said word by word: "I gave you life, so naturally I can take your life too. You are wild and have a crazy temperament and mixed thoughts. What do you do?" Become a saint?" Xin Zhuo couldn't bear the pressure, swayed slightly, and then chuckled, too lazy to say anything more.
"Tiger poison can't even eat its seeds! Senior Jiang has gone too far!"
Gongsun Li's crisp voice came from below.
Jiang Wen looked directly below: "Medical Emperor Huazhi used medical Gu to gain the cultivation of the Three Emperors, and he failed again. Now he is dead, you girl, you should look out for your own good!"
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared!
Gongsun Li below instantly turned pale.
Xin Zhuo was also stunned!
The old ghost... is dead!
“Buzz——”
In the "high-altitude abyss" above, there was a sudden shock, and the towering trees exuded a hazy light, shooting thousands of auspicious colors, each one of which was holy.
Two thousand quasi-sage’s scalp was numb.
The time has come.
Everyone immediately abandoned all distracting thoughts and checked the spiritual treasures stored in their bodies.
In this world of martial arts, the higher the martial arts level, the more martial arts stones, weapons, and spiritual objects are needed. It is impossible to carry them wherever they go. Naturally, there are people who are amazingly talented and beautiful. According to the immortal cultivators storage bag, and developed a storage magic treasure.
But there is no such thing that can be made today. It is basically obtained from the ruins of major ancient, medieval and even ancient sects. It is said that 390,000 items were unearthed from the ruins of a certain "Artifact Sect" decades ago. Storage treasure.
Xin Zhuo didn't know how much space these people had for storing spiritual treasures, but his "moon-watching bag" was extremely large, with a dazzling array of things inside.
At this time, some people had already rushed straight into the "high-altitude abyss" above, and then others followed one after another, like arrows leaving the string, and the sound of "whooshing" was heard endlessly.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath, turned his mind, and went straight to the sky.
Just after leaving the "roots" and reaching the stems, a strange and violent ancient saint's true energy appeared in an instant, as if to kill all the "offending people".
More than two thousand people immediately found themselves in difficulty, but with the saint's heart and accumulation, this was not a problem.
The mind is operating to the extreme, resisting on the one hand, and moving up on the other.
However, there are still differences between people. The fastest ones, like Jiang Wuwei, Zhao Tong'er who met in Shanying Town that day, and Su Miaojin with the flowers flowing from her brows, and dozens of others, have already When we reached the highest altitude, we were almost out of sight.
The person at the bottom is still ten feet above the root of the tree.
The distance is as big as cloud mud.
Xin Zhuo felt it. This kind of pressure was bearable for him, but he did not rush forward immediately. Whoever runs the fastest will not succeed!
He needs to feel the aura of the ancient saints, see if there is any value that can be utilized, and observe how the people above operate.
Jiang Wen is right in what he said. He is a wild man who has never been taught by anyone. The old ghost of the Medical Emperor is fine, but he has already left before he has broken through ten gates. Now he is three Two sentences were said to be dead, but he still wanted to find out the details of life and death, but the senior sister's experience was of no use to him.
So, he swept to the most inconspicuous position among the quasi-saints and slowly ascended.
These zhenqi are useless and too mixed. Maybe they are just a test leading to the holy realm?
(End of this chapter)