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Chapter 223 Jiang Li becomes a saint, Hongmeng chapter! (Please subscribe for support)

"God Servant!"

"Ancestral spirits!"

Jiang Li looked at the eleven figures deep in the trial land, and some of Wu Zang's introduction to the trial land emerged in his mind.

The so-called trial place is actually the space where the mountain gods hone, test, and select the candidates for the ancestral warriors.

Candidates increase their courage and martial prowess through constant battles with zombies.

In the three opportunities to enter the secret realm, you must successfully defeat a flying zombie in order to be qualified to become a warrior of the ancestral family.

Then he went to the north to pray for spirits, communicated with the mountain gods, gained recognition, and received blessings from the mountain gods to become a powerful warrior who controlled strange beasts.

Among the 81 zombies in front of Jiang Li, forty were transformed from the corpses of ordinary Kuei.

Among the Kui tribe, only the ancestral warriors have the qualifications to keep the corpse after death.

However, the extreme cold, harsh environment, and dangers in the Far North have caused some Quebecers to die in the wilderness due to unexpected circumstances and sudden encounters. They were buried in ice and snow, making it difficult to find them. They will also evolve into zombies over time.

During the "cleaning" process that occurs every thousand years, the leader will also retain some zombies with unique bloodlines and strong bodies to serve as training partners for the candidates of the ancestral warriors.

These elite warriors all possess the strength and combat power of the peak masters of the Divine Transformation Realm.

If you can't defeat them, how can you have the confidence to worship the mountain god!

As for the higher-level Feizheng, he is the true atavism of Kuei.

They were all ancestral warriors during their lives, and their bodies were at the level of peak martial saints. After death, they became frozen, and their strength and speed would be even greater than in life.

However, due to the loss of memory and reduced intelligence, all the martial arts attainments in the previous life have been lost, and one can only rely on instinct to fight. The actual combat power will be slightly lower than that in life, equivalent to the level of a high-level martial saint.

A candidate for the Ancestral Warrior who enters the place of trial is considered to have passed the preliminary test if he can survive thirty moves undefeated under Fei Zheng's all-out attack.

As for the other two types of Kuizong after Feizong, their strength is even more astonishing.

The silver-haired Kuizheng, whose morphological characteristics are almost the same as those of Yanxi, was once the leader of the Kui tribe during his lifetime, and his strength was close to half a human being.

Any ancestral warrior can challenge them. As long as they can draw with them and persist for thirty breaths, they will be qualified to succeed the leader of the next generation.

The origin of the young child located on the altar in the deepest part of the trial place is even more mysterious. Even Wu Zang knows very little about it.

All I know is that this existence that looks like a three-year-old child is respected as the ancestor spirit by the leaders of every generation.

Even though he is as strong as the leader, he dare not challenge him.

It sits in the place of trial and is a symbol of the unknown.

"咴"

Zhui Feng's physical body gradually recovered under the operation of Nine Breaths of Convince, and he stared at Fei Zhan with a look of reluctance!

"Its strength is close to that of a high-level martial saint, and its level is much higher than yours. If it weren't for the blood of Yan Kui in your body and your physical strength, you would have been slapped to death by it!"

Jiang Li patted Zhui Feng's huge body and walked towards Fei Zheng.

"hiss"

However, as soon as he passed by several altars, the elite zombies standing on them pounced out unexpectedly, ruthlessly tearing at Jiang Li with their sharp claws. When one claw fell, the iron pillars were about to be torn into pieces and exploded.

However, Jiang Li just waved his hand casually, and the powerful force directly flew away all the elite zombies.

plop, plop

Several elite zombies fell heavily to the ground and rolled around, with countless bones broken.

But they felt no pain and jumped up immediately, but did not continue to attack Jiang Li.

"Hah!"

The zombies let out long sighs, feeling lonely and confused but also implying relief.

The body that was as strong as steel disintegrated inch by inch, and finally turned into fly ash. It was rolled up by an unknown force, floated to an unknown place, and disappeared.

The space not far away fluctuated slightly, and several new elite zombies appeared out of thin air, replacing those that had disintegrated and disappeared, and stood on the altar again.

Jiang Li continued to move forward. The elite soldiers on the altar around him stopped attacking him and stood there like statues, as if they were not aware of Jiang Li's movements.

Until Jiang Li reached the area where the Feizhan Altar was located.

The one who was standing on the ground Fei Zheng, his brass eyes flashed suddenly, and he didn't stand still waiting for work, and rushed over directly.

Feizheng's figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, a pair of giant claws grabbed Jiang Li's back, as if it appeared out of thin air, until it landed on Jiang Li's back, and its movement trajectory could not be seen clearly.

The huge claws tore at the back, tearing the clothes and body into strips.

There was no blood splattering, and no bones, flesh, or internal organs were scattered. Jiang Li's body suddenly turned into foam.

"What an amazing attack speed!"

Five meters away, Jiang Li's figure appeared out of thin air, but at the moment Fei Zheng attacked, his retrograde blood energy inspired him to move with a virtual step.

A hint of coolness rushed in behind him, and a crack appeared in the clothes on Jiang Li's back. If he had been a little later, his body would have been scratched to pieces by Fei Zheng.

"hiss"

Feizheng's blow missed, and his eyes were stagnant. He paused when he saw the dissipated phantom bubble, and then swung his tall body and attacked again.

The flesh body cut through the air at such a fast speed that it formed arcs of light. His claws swung through the air and cut five long air currents in front of him.

"Let me test your fighting power!"

Jiang Li took a step forward and raised his fists to meet him. His fists met his claws, making a loud banging sound, like two steel mountains colliding together.

Since he advanced to the Divine Transformation Realm, the opponents Jiang Li has encountered are either much weaker than him and have no chance to use his full strength, or they are as powerful as Jiang Shirong and cannot compete head-on with the strength of his martial arts.

There are almost no evenly matched opponents.

This also restricted Jiang Li's further mastery, understanding, summary, condensation, and reflection on martial art techniques and moves to a certain extent.

Although Fei Zheng has no thoughts and fights everything by instinct, the many memories accumulated in his muscles during his lifetime can be used naturally and inadvertently driven by instinct.

In addition, he has a super strong physique comparable to that of Martial Saint Dai Feng, is not afraid of life and death, and has no pain, making him the best test subject.

As soon as the two came into contact, they went all out and launched a ferocious attack. Thousands of moves were fired in an instant.

In Jiang Li's mind, countless martial arts skills and moves continued to appear, and they were executed one by one in the palm of his hand.

From time to time, he will emit true energy and condense many weapons such as knives, swords, spears, sticks, whips, etc. to display sword movements, sword moves, spear shadows, stick intentions, and whip techniques...

"Bah!"

Zhui Feng stood aside, dazzled by what he saw. After a while, his mind became dizzy. There were only two shadows overlapping in his sight, and the cold light and electric light flickered non-stop.

It hissed, turned around quickly, and left the trial place.

The level here is too high and not suitable for leveling.

"boom"

As soon as Jiang Li made his fist mark, he missed Fei Zheng's claw mark and hit his chest, sending him flying thousands of meters and hitting the space barrier of the trial site.

Fei Zhan let out a long sigh, and before his body even hit the ground, it disintegrated and turned into ashes.

Although the Zombies are strong, they are not eternal bodies after all. Continuous high-intensity attacks quickly exhaust the Zombie power in their bodies.

The physical body was already unable to survive under the collision and bombardment with Jiang Li.

"Come again, come again!"

Jiang Li turned around and rushed towards the other flying zombie altar without any pause.

"Hah!"

On the altar, Fei Zhan noticed someone approaching and suddenly opened his yellow eyes. His ferocious and dark eyes flashed. He flapped his wings and pounced on Jiang Li.

The war resumes.

In the trial space, there was a loud roar and a howling wind that kept resounding.

The flying heads were frozen under Jiang Li's fierce attack, and they continued to disintegrate and dissipate.

Countless martial arts techniques and moves were unleashed like an outpouring, running freely between collisions.

Some subtle setbacks and stagnations are constantly being corrected, polished, made up for and perfected.

Jiang Li's martial arts artistic conception has also become more thorough, far-reaching, and perfect, with a clear mind and an open mind.

Everything has become a matter of course, ripe and within reach.

It's like reading in a dark room, and suddenly a bright light comes on, and all the true meaning emerges clearly before your eyes.

"The true energy transforms into form, ten times the understanding, ten times the training, and ten times the harvest!"

Jiang Li shouted loudly, and streams of true energy transformed into shapes and flew out, rushing towards the ten flying zombie altars, moving at will, performing techniques and moves together.

His spiritual thoughts also seemed to be divided, and he controlled and comprehended the ten true qi transformations at the same time.

When practicing Taoism, thoughts cannot be differentiated before entering into the realm of seclusion.

But Jiang Li is single-minded and can do whatever he wants than ordinary soul-seizing souls.

Distracting one's mind to control the transformation of ten true qi is also a kind of cultivation and strengthening of one's mind and spirit.

In an instant, the place of trial became even more terrifying.

"Ok?"

An imperceptible chirping sound also sounded at this moment.

On the altar in the deepest part of the trial place, a thin child sat cross-legged, his complexion was sallow and dull, like a wax statue, and even more lifeless.

The hair on the top of the head seems to have almost all fallen out due to the dryness of the body and nutritional imbalance, leaving only some sparse yellow hair lying on the top of the head.

But at some point, the sallow child's eyes slowly opened a slit, and the dark eyeballs moved wildly under the eyelids, giving him a creepy feeling.

As if he was very interested in Jiang Li and Zhenqi's transformation, the child's eyelids moved, trying to open them wider, but a gray light fell from the clouds above.

"Humph"

The sallow child let out a contemptuous snort, but immediately closed his eyelids, and no more visions appeared.

It was as if everything just now had never happened.

In the middle of the trial area, the fighting is still going on.The flying zombies were destroyed one after another, and new flying zombies kept coming out of the void to fill the gaps.

I don't know how long it took, but a zhenqi transformed into a man holding a long stick and slashed down in the air, blasting a flying zombie directly.

However, no new flying zombies appeared in the trial space to fill the void.

"Have all Fei Zhan been used up?"

Jiang Li's attack slowed down and he retreated, and ten strands of true energy returned to his body one after another.

Fei Zheng, who had lost his fighting partner, flashed and returned to his position.

On the thirty flying zombie altars, only seventeen flying zombies were left standing, ten of which had more or less physical damage and cracks on their bodies.

"Fei Zhan's combat power can no longer meet my trial needs. Even if they are all wiped out, there will be little gain!"

Jiang Li didn't know how many flying zombies the Kui clan had accumulated over thousands of years, but after he entered the trial area, he defeated at least a hundred flying zombies.

For the Zombies, this is probably a big loss.

Looking past the remaining flying zombies, Jiang Li looked at the ten silver-haired zombies. He took up his nine breaths to restore his body and spirit to a full state, and then rushed towards the nearest silver-haired zombie.

"call"

On the huge ice crystal altar, the silver-haired man suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying momentum immediately surged out, like a vast ocean, a giant wave rising into the sky, rushing towards and crashing down.

Jiang Li's flying figure was also suddenly suffocated. The momentum emanating from the silver-haired Zongkui was almost substantial. It rushed forward and formed a real force, almost knocking Jiang Li away.

A palm was shot out at an unknown moment and hit Jiang Li's chest directly. The terrifying power was violently destroyed along the body. Jiang Li flew upside down, and the muscles, bones, flesh and blood all over his body continued to break apart.

"Well done, this is the pressure I need!"

Jiang Li felt severe pain all over his body, but he was laughing happily in his heart.

The Nine Breath Convince Qi was activated, and his full condition was restored in an instant. Jiang Li turned suddenly in mid-air, removed the power attached to his body, and rushed towards the silver-haired Kuizheng again.

This time he inspired the Wild Heaven Wrathful Realm, and his physical strength doubled.

The silver-haired Zongkui opposite also stepped down from the altar, raising one arm to greet Jiang Li.

boom

The arms of both sides clashed, causing a sudden shock. The silver-haired Zongkui's body paused slightly, but Jiang Li flew backwards again.

But this time, he was not too embarrassed. He only fell back a few dozen meters and stabilized his body.

"The power of a half-step human immortal is more than five times that of mine, and the ultimate realm is increased by four times, which should be enough!"

Jiang Li laughed loudly, the energy and blood in his body surged again, and the ultimate realm was activated. He jumped up and started a desperate fight with the silver-haired Zongkui.

The silver-haired Zongkui was physically strong, and his speed and strength almost reached a certain limit compared to human immortals, and he steadily suppressed Jiang Li.

Any attack would cause huge threats and damage to Jiang Li.

If you are not careful, bones, muscles, and internal organs may be broken, causing fatal injuries.

In this state of being on the line of life and death at all times, Jiang Li was highly concentrated and constantly avoided the ferocious and terrifying attacks of the silver-haired zombie.

The power of blood is also fully activated, the physical perception envelopes one party, and the mind and consciousness are completely consistent with one's space.

Ever since he entered the martial arts, he has encountered many adventures along the way. He has mastered thousands of martial arts techniques and moves, all of which are extraordinary and exquisite.

When fighting against warriors of the same level or even lower level, these skills and moves are performed one after another, and the power and momentum are constantly superimposed, just like the waves of the sea, one wave is stronger than the other, the layers are superimposed, and the more they accumulate, the stronger they become.

But when facing the silver-haired Zongkui whose physical strength, strength, and speed were many levels higher than his own, the power-condensing skills of the techniques and the subtle ghost and god attacks of the moves were all ineffective.

Jiang Li was attacked like a storm by the silver-haired zombie, and he resisted for a long time before he could find an opening to counterattack.

The step-by-step techniques to transport power and the step-by-step attacks are like useless.

What he needs is a martial art like "The Great Technique of Brilliant Sky Killing", which can crush all the secrets of a technique or move, throw it into the furnace, forge out the impurities, and merge all the essence into one, turning it into one move.

One move is better than a hundred moves or a thousand moves.

"No matter how powerful the Huangtian Killing Technique is, it is not mine. If I want to defeat Jiang Shirong, I have to create a move that is more powerful than the Huangtian Killing Technique!"

Jiang Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and his true energy turned into a knife.

The first sword technique that came to mind was the fragment of the Eight-Stage Jue Sword that he learned when he first entered martial arts.

Wind, thunder, fire and lightning, Ten Wings of Spring and Autumn, Elephant Xisheng!
The three sword techniques were executed simultaneously in his mind, and his spirit and will suddenly spread out, observing from all directions at the same time.

The sword skills are like parts, they all fall apart with a bang, and all the secrets emerge.

Jiang Li's spirit was like a thread, constantly weaving in and out of these mysteries, and finally merged into one.

"Jue Dao Wentian!"

Jiang Li turned his wrist and stepped forward suddenly. His blood, energy, and spiritual aura were melted together. He had an aura that was unparalleled, lonely and unruly, and dared to ask the sky for his true meaning.

The long sword of zhenqi in his hand erupted with a sharp cold that penetrated the heaven and earth. With one strike, the colors of the heaven and earth changed, and all things were extinguished.

The long sword of zhenqi fell, and the claws of the silver-haired Zongkui were slashed back directly.

The long knife collided with Zhongkui and shattered, leaving a huge wound on Zhongkui's arm with bone visible.

"It's done!"

Jiang Li's eyes lit up, and infinite confidence arose in his heart.

With the three styles of Jue Sword fused into one, the opportunity for him to be promoted to Martial Saint has appeared.

A boxing technique comes to mind. The moves are powerful and open. The punches hit the line, bold and bold, with more than enough momentum, but not enough inner meaning.

It is the Taizu Changquan that is simplified from the [-]-style Dayan Divine Fist of Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is also the first martial art that Jiang Li practiced.

In the divine platform in his mind, the 32 styles of Taizu Changquan were also broken down into countless scattered moves.

The remains of Pan Emperor shimmered slightly, and rays of light fell down. From these split moves, they continued to move around, and some new shadows gradually evolved and joined them.

Immediately, Jiang Li's blood, spirit, and aura rushed in, wrapped it up, burned and smelted, and finally refined something.

"The mortal world is rolling, fate, power, status, territory, subjects... everything in the world is like a torrent!"

"The world is like a torrent, but I want to go upstream, push back against the torrent, and control the torrent!"

"Torrent Divine Fist!"

Jiang Li shouted loudly and punched again. The rolling fist was so violent that it seemed to wrap up everything in the world.

The momentum is like a torrent, irreversible, it can turn into clouds by turning your hands, turn into rain by turning your hands, change in an instant, and change dynasties!

嘭

Facing the torrent, the silver-haired Zongkui's aura that reached the sky was suppressed, and he retreated tens of meters.

His feet sunk deeply into the earth, outlining two long ravines.

"Red Sky Canglan!"

"Wuwang Tianheng!"

"Bihai Chaosheng!"

"The ten most powerful martial arts!"

"Everything is empty!"

……

Jiang Li's figure was like a curtain, and each martial arts technique and move was decomposed and smelted in his mind, condensing a killing technique that contained all the essence and secrets of the technique and move.

After removing the dross and condensing the essence, there is also the evolution and innovation of moves based on the spirit of Jiang Li's fist and the remains of Pan Emperor.

His whole body was full of energy and energy, and he was constantly improving in the process.

The true energy and blood flow like a river or sea, washing away every particle of the body.

The blood was getting hotter and hotter, like a molten furnace, undergoing a transformation on his body that was like rebirth and nirvana.

The spirit is condensed, as if a channel has been opened, and countless Yuan Qi are coming in one after another, fueling the spirit to rise up, all gathering at the top of the head.

boom boom boom

At a certain moment, this spirit burst into flames, breaking through the entrance and heading towards the sky.

Resonate with the heaven and the earth, shine with the sun and the moon!
Indescribable endless vitality glowed in Jiang Li's body.

He seemed to be a completely different person.

The blood in the body emits nine colors of glow, rolling like flowing mercury.

The bones in the whole body are like jade, and the bone marrow in the joints is like white frost, pure and flawless, without a trace of impurities.

Practice the marrow like frost, practice the blood mercury slurry!

"hiss"

The silver-haired Zongkui let out a long sigh, and was forced away by the pure Yang aura wafting from Jiang Li's body. There was a look of fear in his eyes.

But in the next moment, the silver-haired Zongkui returned to his original state, raised his feet and rushed towards Jiang Li.

"This is the holy level, I finally entered this level!"

Jiang Li slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, like an endless galaxy, with a clone standing on each star.

They moved together and simultaneously performed moves that contained endless mysteries.

Each person is surrounded by stars, reflecting the starry sky, and finally converges into a book that exudes dazzling starlight.

"The universe originated from the Hongmeng, and there are thousands of creations. When I step into the holy steps, I will also use this starting point to smash the void and come to the other side. Let this book be called the Chapter of the Hongmeng!"

Jiang Li's voice was soft, but there was an unknown force that traveled through space, escaped into the void, and stirred up the stars in the sky.

He clenched his fist gently, and his own fist spirit surged out.

Go against the current, overthrow everything, reshape the world, I am the only one who dominates!
"Hah!"

The silver-haired Zongkui was halfway through the rush, and his body suddenly froze, like a grain of gravel in a rolling torrent. He was directly lifted away by the rising tide, and fell at the feet of the withered child on the ice crystal altar.

(End of this chapter)