Finally admitted it.
"Dharma Appearance" seems to be a Buddhist term, but the martial artist's Dharma Appearance is more like another face, used for practice and getting twice the result with half the effort. This is Ji's only two-phase magic method.
Seeing that Ji Yaoyue was serious, Xin Zhuo had no choice but to place her gently on the dragon chair.
Ji Yaoyue breathed a sigh of relief and regained her majesty as an empress. However, her eyes looked at Xin Zhuo much softer: "Is it fun?"
Xin Zhuo said seriously: "It's quite interesting!"
The empress shook her head, her slender fingers flicked off the half-written document on the table, and clicked on the following memorial: "Three hundred and seventy miles southwest of Qiongxiao's imperial capital, the Holy King Valley. Thirteen days later, the Holy King's Well was opened, and inside it was the Ancient Saint. King inheritance! The Holy King is the highest of the three realms of a saint. The Holy King originally chose to practice here because it is full of spiritual energy, has the appearance of a dragon and a tiger, unites the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and controls the power of billions of people. .
Therefore, I established my capital here and named it Qiongxiao, which means beautiful!
This Holy King's Well was opened for the first time after the masters from all sides broke through the restriction of the ruins. Most of the opportunities in this world came from the ancestors. The masters from all sides and the people of the Holy Land Dongtianmen will naturally not let it go. There will be so many masters at that time, a mixture of good and bad.
The forces from all sides have just announced that those who enter the Taikoo Well will be responsible for their own casualties. Anyone who does not follow the laws of Daqian is no exception!
do you want to go? "
Xin Zhuo sat down in the corner of the dragon chair and said, "That's natural. Do you have any strategies?"
If we don't look for these opportunities, and don't mention that [Jiuyou Baizhang Ice] is a quasi-sage realm, it will take him at least several years or more than ten years to break it. From Yuanji Seven Forests to Jiulin, it seems to be a long time.
"Strategy?" The empress thought for a while, "You are talking about the strategy to break the chance. I am not afraid to tell you frankly, no! In addition, you must not underestimate the high-ranking saints of each family. Those people have been practicing hard for countless years, and their own strength is extremely high. Strong, and protected by countless secret treasures! It was just a joke some time ago. They are about to become quasi-sages. They are by no means comparable to the mid-level saint-level masters. They are just like Ji Pixuan, the worst person in the Ji family. They have not learned from childhood. Wushu, his cultivation was done by his slaves begging him to do it, he is incomparable with those people.
The key is, they are hostile to you, and I am afraid they will be disadvantageous to you this time! "
After a pause, he added: "The saint is also not happy with you. There are many surprises there. I don't allow you to go!"
Xin Zhuo said: "I must go, I have a reason why I must go!"
The empress thought for a long time and said: "Let me think about it again, you go back first!"
"Okay!" Xin Zhuo turned and left, touching the empress's face.
The empress' face turned red with embarrassment, and she glared at him: "How disrespectful, I will give you the death penalty tonight!"
…
The night is dark.
Jiulong Palace, bedroom, Ji Yaoyue was as charming as water, and fell into a deep sleep. She was indeed sleeping. She was extremely tired these days.
Xin Zhuo was in a depressed mood. He got up and paced back and forth. The original power of the more than a hundred sacrificed spirits today was accumulated one by one, and it was very majestic. When combined with the previous original source, it was estimated that it could reach the "Yuan level" of the original source of heaven and earth.
In other words, he can have four yuan-level origins, but he still has one less to fuse into the "Shi" level. I'm afraid there is nothing he can do. This makes him feel unsatisfactory like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he can't let Ji Yao Yue unified the masters of the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital and issued a killing order, and then he sacrificed the spirits one by one and shared them?
He must go to the Ancient Saint King's Well and the Great Ice Realm!
Of course he could guess that it was like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, where he might have the most intense collision with the superior saints, elders and powerful people in the caves of the major holy places.
He is not a reckless man who is not afraid of death. He has to worry about how sure he is.
Just as I was thinking of this, I suddenly felt as if I was being stared at by a pair of eyes. This feeling was very strong, and there was not much kindness in it.
But this is the Daqian Palace, where the harem formation is the strongest. The empress is behind her, who could it be?
He subconsciously looked back at Ji Yaoyue, who was still asleep. This at least meant that the visitor deliberately avoided Ji Yaoyue's perception, and that he had this ability only for himself!
Thinking of this, he deliberately walked out of the hall and headed to the Imperial Garden at the back. Just as he reached a secret corner, an iron rod suddenly struck strangely and abruptly, as if it had the power of a dragon bound, and was extremely domineering.
In a hurry, Xin Zhuo could not control the Jiaoxing Sword, so he had to gather his hands with all his true energy, and use the original power of the "Yuan Level" Nine-Headed Pixiu. He learned the close combat skills of those people during the day and clamped them with all his strength.
"bass--"
It was as if several mountains were pressing down. This stick weighed at least 100,000 kilograms, and was mixed with unknown extreme evil and strange strength. If it were in the Yuanji realm, it would probably be smashed into pulp. Xin Zhuo also felt a burning sensation between his fingers. Yes, but it is clamped.
"You kid, you have so much strength. You are one level lower than me in cultivation, but you can hold a stick between your two fingers. You are hiding your clumsiness. You are stronger than the physical bodies of the saints in the holy lands and caves outside."
A harsh, shrill voice came from the grass, and then a bloody figure walked out, with a rough face and a short stature. It was Sun Kongkong from the Spirit Tribe during the day.
Xin Zhuo loosened his fingers, looked forward and back in surprise, and then looked at him again.
"Stop looking! I'm here specifically to find you!" Sun Kongkong sat on the stone platform beside him with difficulty. His muscles were burst with dozens of wounds and he was still bleeding. However, he didn't take it seriously at all. He just looked Xin up and down. Zhuo was still surprised.
The strength of the spirit clan ranks third among all clans, which is unparalleled. What’s more, he is from Yuanji Balin, who practices the physical body of the spirit clan. After living for so many years, he has never encountered a low-level human warrior who can compete with him in strength. He murmured He said: "Impossible, you kid is not a human race, where did you come from as a monster? How could you be willing to hide in this palace?"
Xin Zhuo didn't answer but asked: "Why did you come to me?"
I don't know this guy, but he escaped during the day and ran here!
Sun Kongkong sighed: "I'm looking for your help. I can see in the daytime that you are the only person who has no ill intentions towards my spiritual tribe, and you still call me brother. You are different from those people who kill me when they see me, just like crazy dogs." ,You are a good person."
friendzoned……
Xin Zhuo thought about it carefully and understood clearly that the human race, especially the masters of the major holy lands, have been instilled with the concept of killing all races since childhood. Even the masters of casual cultivators are no exception. Otherwise, why did the last incident of the ancient clan happen? Such a big movement,
It's different for me. What kind of tribes, spiritual tribes, and ancient tribes have anything to do with me?
Is this the reason why Sun Kongkong came to find him? But that's a bit too nonsense.
He said: "Where do you get your confidence? Why do you think I will help you? I never meddle in other people's business!"
Sun Kongkong said: "I'm desperate. There are too many masters in the imperial capital. I think you are destined. If you don't help me, I will die. Don't worry, there are benefits."
Xin Zhuo sat aside neatly: "What are the benefits? Tell me, the origin? Lingbao? An ancient, ancient, or ancient treasure?"
Sun Kongkong was stunned for a moment, his cheeks twitched, he didn't know if it hurt, and he said: "You think of a way to send me back to the Tiger Saint King's Taikoo Well. To be honest with you, I can survive when I get there. Don't you all have to go there?" Are you looking for inheritance? My clansmen and I happened to be sleeping underground. I came out early this time to inquire about the news. Unexpectedly, it was covered with the imperial capital of the first holy dynasty of the Wanwu Dynasty. It was unexpected.
As long as you go, I will naturally find a way to give you benefits. This benefit is beyond your imagination! "
Sun Kongkong and the Spirit Clan are in the Taikoo Well?
Xin Zhuo thought for a while, then felt bored again, and looked him up and down: "Now at least give me three or five treasures, which will be counted as a deposit. Otherwise, how would I know that I would risk being hunted by everyone in the world and send you in, but the result would be Will you deny it?"
"Are you so snobbish? I thought you had such strength and were a good man, but I misjudged you! I only have a pair of underpants on me, so how can I have any treasures?"
Sun Kong was furious, but suddenly calmed down: "Your name is Xin Zhuo?"
Xin Zhuo said in surprise: "You know?"
Sun Kongkong smiled and said: "Yuanji Qilin, who has been practicing for sixty years? He is a monster in the human race, and he is a monster. There is no one in the world who can break through as quickly as you. However, your cultivation is still short, and you still have a little less experience. , I don’t know the terrifying background of the Holy Land Cave Heaven, the clouds of masters, and the numerous treasures, and I don’t know how bad they are! Your impression of them must only be that of high-ranking Saint Son-level masters, right? This is just the tip of the iceberg.
You actually dare to be enemies with them, it’s really a dead end! "
"What do you mean by this?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Sun Kongkong pointed to his ears and said: "The Spirit Clan is good at listening. These days, the things I hear the most are about you. I'm afraid you don't know. Although I don't know you, I already know all about your past.
Those guys are determined to kill you for the sake of face, ghosts, and the affairs of the ancient clan, and they even know what you will do next, your heaven-level origin, and the second of your nine secrets.
You don't know them, but they know you very well. You're miserable!
So, you and I are now grasshoppers on a rope. If you help me, you are also helping yourself. It will take fifty years or even a hundred years for you to leave the semi-sacred realm, right? In this way, when you go to the Holy King Ancient Well, I will help you. I will help you break through to Yuanji Jiulin there and give you a bunch of origins.
They only knew that it was the place where the ancient sage king was enthroned, but they didn't know that it was also the battlefield of all races back then. It was a mess down there, and there were still a lot of undissipated origins, but they were all used to burn boilers in our hands.
You and I are friends, you are a person, and I will help you in the future disaster of all races, why not?
Think about it carefully! "
Xin Zhuo admitted that he had underestimated a monkey. This Sun Kongkong was not only violent, but also a cultured and intelligent guy. These words were so reasonable and well-founded that it was difficult not to be moved.
But to be manipulated by a monkey would be to underestimate him.
He patted Sun Kongkong heavily on the shoulder. The latter was half shorter, grinning in pain, and said, "I'll think about it. You hide well. I don't care if someone catches you!"
Get up and leave.
Sun Kongkong said angrily: "What else do you need to consider? How long do you have to think about it?"
Xin Zhuo said casually: "One day or four to five thousand years!"
Sun Kongkong was stunned for a long time and cursed: "Fuck you, mother!"
(End of chapter)
