Chapter 147 The eighth human clan meeting!
As for the 2.9 million reserve monks, they have various cultivation levels. The strong ones have reached the peak of Xuanxian and are only half a step away from the Golden Immortal. The weak have just stepped into Zhonghuang Mountain and are still children who have not yet cultivated.
At this time, everyone was looking at Jiang Haofeng with a look of expectation on their faces. The ancestor preached once every ten thousand years and was extremely precious. Moreover, the ancestor’s martial arts was profound and his strength was astounding. He was the strongest person in Zhonghuang Mountain’s martial arts. As long as he peeked With just one scale and a half claw, you can greatly improve your strength!
Jiang Haofeng glanced at everyone and started preaching without saying much.
"What is martial arts? Warriors, the way to fight against heaven and earth!"
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As Jiang Haofeng began to speak, the mysterious light on Jiang Haofeng's body rose, and the tyrannical martial arts evil energy gathered around Jiang Haofeng, and a supreme fighting spirit rose up to fight against the heaven and the earth.
The mighty fighting spirit swept out, sweeping through the entire Zhonghuang Mountain in an instant. Everyone was exposed to the fighting spirit. They felt the blood rushing around their bodies and the fighting spirit in their bodies. All worries were forgotten, and their physical condition was extremely good. .
The fighting spirit within the three million monks rose up, echoing the mighty fighting spirit within Jiang Haofeng. For a time, the entire Zhonghuang Mountain was filled with endless fighting spirit, like an ancient battlefield.
Jiang Haofeng's sermon sounded, starting from the Zhengfa of Martial Arts, starting from the mortal realm, all the way to the Great Luo Jin Fairyland, and then explained the seventy-two martial arts side doors, and the seventy-two side doors, one by one.
A thousand years have passed by, and with the completion of the last explanation of side martial arts, this time's sermon can be regarded as completely over.
Martial arts is not static, but is constantly developing. When Jiang Haofeng established martial arts, it took three hundred years to explain all the mysterious skills, supernatural powers, and fighting spirit. But now that Jiang Haofeng is teaching martial arts again, it will take another thousand years. .
Martial arts is actually in the process of continuous expansion, but most of the expansion is the branches and leaves, the lower parts. When it reaches a high level, there is basically no innovation.
It's not that Jiang Haofeng and the human race are not good at understanding, it's mainly that the supporting magical powers at the upper level are already very complete.
The righteous methods of martial arts were passed down from the Wu Clan, who learned from the Great God Pangu, the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique, and the Nine Divine Powers. They have become perfect and it is difficult to find places to innovate.
The same goes for the seventy-two side doors. Each side door comes from a strong person from Daluo Jinxian, and the matching magical powers are almost deduced. It's okay for low realms. There are thousands of changes, and all of them lead to the main road.
But when you reach a high level, the closer you get to the great road, the more they tend to be the same, and it becomes even more difficult to innovate.
The human race's martial arts has reached its peak since the beginning, and it is difficult to achieve any major development. Perhaps if someone becomes a saint through martial arts and walks the path of different Pangu gods, then martial arts can usher in new development and usher in a new peak!
However, even the current martial arts are still inexhaustible for the human race, and their development will be a matter of the future.
The current Nine Tribulations Martial Arts has been deduced to the eighth level. Once it is completed, it will be the pinnacle of quasi-sages, the strongest group below the saints.
The strongest person in the human race now is only at the peak of Daluo Jinxian, which is the sixth level. He is still far away from the eighth level. He has not finished learning, let alone innovating.
After the sermon, Jiang Haofeng waved his hand and said: "This sermon is over, everyone, please go back and study hard!"
"Thank you, ancestor, for passing on the Dharma!"
The three hundred thousand people immediately bowed and saluted, and then dispersed one by one, returning to the eight districts outside Nuwa City.
A group of human elders also returned to their respective residences.
In a blink of an eye, there were only a few human elders left. Haoying and the others just greeted Jiang Haofeng and returned to their respective residences. Jiang Haofeng was the first to say: "Everyone, please stay."
"I want to hold a meeting of the human race, and I would like to invite you all to come to the ancestral pavilion to participate." Everyone was stunned for a moment, then nodded without hesitation, "Okay!"
The figures of the twenty-five clan elders moved and turned into twenty-five rays of mysterious light that rose up and landed on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain.
Jiang Haofeng raised his hand a little, and the golden bell hanging next to the ancestral pavilion vibrated silently. The bells on the waists of the clan elders suddenly vibrated. Jiang Haofeng led the clan elders into the ancestral pavilion and waited for the arrival of the Xianmai clan elders. .
Ten days later, all the twenty-four elders of the Xianmai clan, except Xuandu, arrived.
Seeing everyone gathered together, a golden light flashed in Jiang Haofeng's eyes and he said:
"Brothers, I have something to come to you for today. I would like to hear your suggestions."
The eyes of the remaining forty-eight human race elders immediately fell on Jiang Haofeng's face, waiting for Jiang Haofeng's next words.
Facing everyone's gaze, Jiang Haofeng said: "There are now more than 100,000 Golden Immortal monks in the hidden veins!"
After the words fell, the faces of the elders of the Hidden Vein Clan showed thoughtful expressions. It seemed that Haofeng's clan meeting this time was related to the Hidden Vein Golden Immortal.
Compared to the elders of the hidden-line clan, the elders of the visible-line clan suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Jiang Haofeng in disbelief.
How many?
One hundred thousand golden immortals! ! !
Is the strength of the hidden vein so strong?
The Twenty-Four Clan of the Revealed Pulse has always been in charge of the Twenty-Four Tribe of the Human Race. In recent tens of thousands of guilds, they have rarely returned to Zhonghuang Mountain. They were still concerned about the situation of the Hidden Pulse. Now that they heard about it, they were instantly shocked.
One hundred thousand, this is a golden immortal, not a mysterious immortal!
Not even a true immortal!
A golden immortal who lives forever, has the same power as heaven and earth, and has the same lifespan as the sun and moon!
There are so many clans and tribes with Manifest Meridians, and the total number of Golden Immortals is probably only about 40,000 to 50,000. In this way, everyone is already absolutely very strong in Manifest Meridians. Unexpectedly, the strength of Hidden Meridians is even stronger, and it has doubled. !
"Haofeng, are you telling the truth?" Suiren beside him asked with his throat moving.
"Of course!" Jiang Haofeng said with a smile.
With a thought from Dachao next to him, the consciousness of Daluo Jinxian at his peak instantly enveloped the entire Zhonghuang Mountain, and the situation of the hidden veins of the human race also appeared in Dachao's heart.
Looking at the mighty momentum in Nuwa City, Dachao's face showed a look of surprise and he praised: "Awesome!"
The elders of the Xianmai clan released their spiritual consciousness one after another and looked at the grand scene in Zhonghuang Mountain, with surprise on their faces.
With such strength, even when the Lich is measuring calamity, it may be able to affect part of the battle situation. Thinking back to when the two clans were at their peak, the number of golden immortals in the clan was only more than a million. Now the number of golden immortals in the hidden veins , there are already one-tenth of the two tribes in the past.
For a moment, an unprecedented sense of surprise came to their hearts. The hidden vein was so powerful, which also gave them a reassurance. It really didn't work, and there was still a hidden vein!
With the strength of the hidden vein, it is enough to give the revealed pulse a guarantee!
Until then, everyone suddenly had a deeper understanding of the words on the stone tablet standing on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain.
The inheritance of the Protector clan will be endless, and the fire of the Guardian clan will never be extinguished!
(End of chapter)