"Although the Divine Transformation Realm is the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, with changes in the brain, strong mental will, and subtle control over the physical body, and the ability to hide blood and energy, just like an ordinary person, it is impossible to escape my perception!"
In the imperial tent, Jiang Shirong shook his head resolutely, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his words were full of strong confidence: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much. As long as I am here, even if a hundred martial saints appear in the world, they will never get close to the Holy One."
"Shi Rong, I know your loyalty to the court and to me. You are the best martial artist in the world. You have suppressed the world's martial arts destiny for me during the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, there are constant wars on the border. In the north are the Mang, Daluo, and Wei people. "Remnants, there are foreign countries in the west, barbarians and hundreds of thousands of mountain monsters in the south, facing each other across the sea, and the ambitions of the Kamikaze countries. It is too hard for you to support it alone!"
Emperor Jing's eyes were deep and long-term, "We, the Great Zhou Dynasty, need more powerful martial saints. The emergence of two martial saints in Da Luo Jin Yanzong in the past ten years has threatened the stability of the borders of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. After our battle with Beimang is over, I will personally go to Daluo and take off the head of a martial saint from Jin Yanzong!"
Jiang Shirong's voice was cold and his tone was relaxed. To him, a martial saint seemed to be no different from a martial arts training slave in the Hou Mansion.
"So good!"
Emperor Jing nodded happily. He seemed to have remembered something, and said slowly: "Speaking of which, my three strategies to control recklessness are still in the hands of one of your descendants. His name is Jiang Li, and I am very interested in him!"
"Your Majesty, although this son of mine has some abilities, he has a perverse and domineering temperament and a somewhat special status. He is not suitable for being reused by the Holy Emperor!" Jiang Shirong lowered his head and said.
"You mean, he is your son with Princess Dzi Zhu!"
Emperor Jing's eyes flashed, a little surprised.
"Yes, although he has not yet developed a rebellious heart towards me, Da Zhou, he must be on guard. After all, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. Many times, things will not develop according to one's wishes!" Jiang Shirong's voice was meticulous, It contains no emotion at all.
"Shi Rong, the change of dynasties is like the unstoppable flow of a river. I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, came into being at the right time. It is the result of the choice of heaven and earth. When I was still the prince, I made great aspirations for heaven and earth. I wanted to unify the world, regain control of the important weapons of Kyushu, and be the one who will be famous forever. The first emperor!"
Emperor Jing's voice was not loud, but there was a faint sound of dragons and phoenixes in each word, and the breath of heaven and earth resonated with it, "I have the ambition to be the hero of the world, and all the talents and arrogants of the Nine Provinces will be used by me. I will bow my head and surrender. I have this confidence!
"But Jiang Li is your son. You can decide how to deal with it. We, the Great Zhou Dynasty, are full of talents and talented people. Although Jiang Li is not inferior to him, if he can be used by the Great Zhou Dynasty and become the cornerstone for me to rule the Nine Provinces, naturally It couldn’t be better!”
"Shi Rong has recorded the words of the Holy One!"
Jiang Shirong nodded respectfully. After hearing the important weapon of Kyushu in Emperor Jing's words, he paused slightly, as if he had something to say.
But at this moment, under the smoke of energy in the distance, a sound shook the world and resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
"Liu Honglie re-entered the realm of the Martial Saint, and his brother's gift of poetry will be something Liu will never forget!"
The majestic sound was like thunder from the sky, instantly resounding throughout the entire Xishan camp thousands of miles away, shaking endlessly.
"Liu Honglie, it's him!"
"Isn't his body damaged and his martial arts will broken?"
"Eighteen years ago, he was halfway to the realm of martial saint and bravely defeated the three armies. However, when he was on the bank of Hannan Lake, he met the first person in Beimang Taoism. He was damaged, his realm retreated, and he lost an arm outside the Jigu Temple in Tianjian Gorge, and he has been sinking since then!"
"Given poetry? Could it be that his re-emergence as a martial artist has something to do with poetry?"
"A poem can actually make Wu Sheng suddenly enlightened. What kind of poem it is, what kind of literary grace it is!"
In the Xishan camp, countless people looked up at the energy smoke and the fist spirit soaring into the sky. They were surprised and shocked, and could not control themselves.
A master at the peak of the Divine Transformation realm who has entered the Martial Saint realm is the only one in a thousand.
And Liu Honglie, who had been in depression for eighteen years, returned to the realm of martial saint, which was unprecedented.
Eighteen years ago, Liu Honglie was a tiger general in the army who was as famous as Jiang Shirong. Now that he has returned to the holy realm, what achievements will he achieve?
"The phoenix rises from the ashes, and the dead tree blooms into spring!"
At the foot of the mountain at the other end of the Xishan paddock, there is a forest of dead trees that had been burned by the fire. The trees were withered and the ground was scorched black.
Six years ago, thirty-two Taoist masters from the Yin Yue Temple, a great food country in the Western Regions, failed to assassinate Emperor Jing. They had a battle with the Confucian Temple doctor here.
Yin Yue's evil method triggered strange fires and burned all the trees in this forest. To this day, the remaining power of the evil method still infiltrates the earth, and not a single blade of grass grows.
At this time, in the dead and barren forest of dead trees, there was a beautiful woman standing in the sky.
She was wearing a long white dress with a wide hem embroidered with gold thread patterns, and a long soft jasmine gauze wrapped around her arms, just like a goddess descending into the mortal world.
Her long black hair was tied into a bun, with a hollow gold hairpin inserted sideways, dotted with purple jade, and tassels sprinkled on her blue hair. Her eyes were watery, but with a touch of coldness, and she seemed to be able to see through all the truth in the world.
The essence of the wolf smoke rises in the distance, and the pure and sunny breath spreads, spreading the warmth like the sun, the grass and trees are springing up, and the dead trees are regenerated.
Creaking sounds were heard one after another in the forest, and each dead tree regained its vitality and began to grow.
The pink buds bloomed again on the branches, like rouge and clouds, wrapping the woman in a sea of flowers.
"Everlasting regrets are nowhere to be found, and dreams are gone with the clouds. The relationship between you and me began in the peach grove, and we were in love for three lives. Today, the relationship is gone, but I don't want anyone to give me a life for you. God's way is unpredictable, and fate plays tricks on people. , that’s all, I’m leaving from far away and I won’t see you again in this life!”
With her slender jade fingers, the woman broke off a peach blossom and inserted it into her bun. She fell to the ground, her long skirt swept the floor, and she walked toward the Xishan paddock camp with lotus steps.
Ten miles away, under the smoke of energy, the mountain temple was as warm as spring, and a tall man as powerful as a god or demon stood tall, his black hair flowing.
The pure and yang aura enveloped the entire temple, and Jiang Li, four people and the three old soldiers were all enveloped in it.
It is a rare opportunity to be able to personally experience and witness a martial artist entering the holy realm.
Feeling the spirit of the martial arts master's fist and the will of the martial arts can not only sharpen the mind and understand the mysteries of the avenue, but also inspire various principles and spirits.
No matter which channel you cultivate, it can enhance your spiritual realm.
One moment of enlightenment is worth ten years of hard work!
And the fist spirit of Nirvana and rebirth has the miraculous effect of radiating vitality and bringing forth all things.
Everyone was enveloped in the spirit of the fist, and the majestic blood emanating from the Martial Saint also nourished them.
The old soldiers' faces were radiant, their backs were straight, and their bodies were tall, as if they were more than twenty years younger. The blood that had begun to dry up was actually reawakened, and they entered their prime of life again.
Old Man Tu's old face was full of wrinkles, and the wrinkles relaxed. The hoarse breathing echo in his lungs almost disappeared, and a light began to gather in his cloudy and blank eyes.
Mo Yunliang's eyes were tightly closed, his half-white hair turned black again, and most of the energy that had been lost due to Qi training in his body had been replenished, giving him at least ten more years of life.
The blood in Jiang Xuanxin's body was flowing, his internal organs were full of vitality, vitality was booming, and his strength was soaring. There were faint signs of entering the late stage of the Jiao Martial Realm.
But it was Jiang Li who gained the most.
However, at this moment, Jiang Li had no time to feel his own changes. "One-armed veteran Qian Zongqi", who had returned to the realm of martial saint, was bowing to him.
"Liu Honglie re-entered the realm of the Martial Saint. The kindness of my little brother in giving poems will be something Liu will never forget!"
"Liu Honglie? You are Liu Honglie, the uncle of Qianjun!"
When Jiang Li heard this, he froze on the spot.
