Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 307 Before the War

After leaving the Ziwei Imperial Palace, Zhang Ji went straight to another important place in the Central Imperial City, the headquarters of the Inscription Pattern Guild.

The Inscription Guild is the largest spiritual monk organization in the entire Kunlun world, even better than Confucianism and Taoism.

The Emperor's Ruler, one of the top ten artifacts in the Kunlun Realm, is kept in the Inscription Guild. The Emperor's Ruler can help people realize enlightenment and weigh the Emperor's cultivation, which is Zhang Ji's goal here.

As he arrived as the King of the Eastern Region and the first person under the Great Sage in the Kunlun Realm, the Inscription Pattern Guild naturally would not come forward to stop him. Instead, he sent Bai Qianli, one of the ten elders, to greet him personally.

Bai Qianli's spiritual power is extremely high. He has reached the extreme level at the fifty-ninth level. It is equivalent to the Lindao realm of the Nine-Step Saint King. He is only one step away from the Great Sage, but the Lindao realm Saint King wants to break through. The Great Sage can gather his immortal body at any time, but Bai Qianli still needs an opportunity if he wants to break through the Great Sage with his spiritual power.

Zhang Ji came alone, and Bai Qianli also greeted him alone. This was not because of contempt for Zhang Ji, but because of their status, ordinary disciples of the Mingwen Guild were no longer worthy of welcoming him.

"After the King of the East Territory sent out the invitation to fight against the ten clans of hell, I have been waiting here. The King of the East Territory is here for the Emperor's Divine Ruler. Please come with me."

Bai Qianli led him to the gate of Mingwen Guild, and Zhang Ji stepped forward and entered with him.

The existence of the Inscription Guild has been extremely long, dating back to ancient times or even older times. Historically, a spiritual powerhouse with great influence in the world had practiced in the Inscription Guild and left behind many inheritances. Even today, the Inscription Guild has Guild Wen's status in the Kunlun world is still extremely transcendent.

The headquarters is a small world. Zhang Ji is walking through it under the leadership of Bai Qianli. There are not many monks in the headquarters of the Inscription Guild. The only ones who can enter it are those with saint cultivation. There are densely packed various inscriptions everywhere. Some of this small world was left by people of the current generation, and many more were leftover from an unknown era, which brought Zhang Ji a strong sense of threat.

After passing through the layers of formations, the white jade sacred bridge transformed into the Emperor's Divine Ruler appeared in front of Zhang Ji. The sacred bridge was obscured by white mist, making it difficult to see clearly and the end could not be seen at a glance.

"The Emperor's Divine Ruler has 100-mile scale steles. When reaching the ninth tile, it is the cultivation level of the Nine-step Saint King. The entire Divine Ruler has 99 scale steles in total. It can measure the cultivation level of the gods. It is an unfathomable power. On the artifact.

Of course, the Emperor's Divine Ruler also has the effect of helping people realize the Tao, especially for those who enter it for the first time. I think this is also the main purpose of the King of the East Region's visit. "

Zhang Ji nodded slightly: "Elder Bai is right. I really want to use the power of the Emperor's Ruler to help me go further."

"Then I won't disturb the King of the East Region's cultivation. The King of the East Region will just practice here. I will wait until the ninth day of September for the King of the East Region to make a name for me in Kunlun." Bai Qianli said with a smile, and then withdrew from the Emperor. The space where the divine ruler is located.

After Bai Qianli walked, Zhang Ji gathered his mind and walked up the Emperor's Divine Ruler. In a few steps, he arrived in front of the first scale monument. The scale monument was 999 feet high and 99 feet thick. Exuding the vast and incomparable aura of the holy way.

Arriving at the first scale tablet meant that his cultivation had reached the first step of the Saint King. It did not put any pressure on Zhang Ji, but he still released hundreds of spiritual thoughts and began to comprehend the holy way on the scale tablet.

The speed of time on the Emperor's Ruler is different from that in the outside world, which is thirty to one. Even though it is only more than a month before the ninth day of September, Zhang Ji still has enough time to understand the holy way on it.

One day later, Zhang Ji understood the rules of the holy way on the first scale tablet, and left a mental thought to continue to comprehend the deeper mysteries of the scale tablet. He stood up and moved forward, starting to comprehend the next piece.

Each scale tablet represents a different stage on the road to the Holy Path. Although Zhang Ji has walked it once, he still gained a lot from walking all the way now and understanding what his predecessors have gained.

Each monument stayed for one day, and then left a mental thought. It was not until the fourteenth scale monument was reached that Zhang Ji began to feel the pressure.

The fourteenth scale tablet represents the early stage of the Immortal Great Sage, which is the holy way that has truly reached the level of the great sage. Zhang Ji’s cultivation is only at the nine-step holy king’s level, and his martial arts cultivation has not reached the level of the great sage, but his understanding of the holy way , but he has surpassed ordinary great sages in many aspects. The fourteenth scale monument can put pressure on him and give him insights, but it cannot stop him.

The fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth, until the eighteenth scale monument.

In the history of Kunlun Realm, the farthest distance that the Saint King Realm can reach on the Emperor's Ruler is the eighteenth scale monument, and it only stayed for less than two days. Zhang Ji reached the eighteenth scale tablet. The monument has caught up with the footsteps of the most outstanding sages in the Kunlun world, and may even surpass it.

Under the tall monument, Zhang Ji's holy energy, blood, and spiritual thoughts were all under unparalleled oppression. Every acupuncture point was undergoing transformation, becoming immortal one after another, and the number of holy rules was also rising. Nine. Eighteen million ways, ninety-nine million ways.

After the number climbed to 99 million, the increase in the number of Holy Path rules also became much slower.

After reaching this level, it is extremely difficult to improve the rules of 10,000 holy ways. Yin Yuanchen was valued by the gods of the heaven factions and trained with the treasures of heaven and earth, which is what he reached this level.

Most of those who can reach this level are members above history, Yuanhui-level representatives, and even Yuanhui-level geniuses.

The limit of the Holy King level is when the number of rules of the Holy Path reaches 100 million, which is called the Great Perfection of the Holy King.

Looking at ancient history, there are only a handful of people who have reached this level. The closest ones are the two Yuanhui-level geniuses from the previous Yuanhui, the Blood Jue War God of the Immortal Vampire Clan and the Huangtian Great God of the Stone Clan, who enjoy great power in the Kunlun Realm. The famous Thousand Bones Empress is still a hair away from the Great Perfection at the Holy King level, and has not been able to truly take that final step.

Under the eighteenth scale tablet, Zhang Ji had stayed for far more than two days, which was longer than all the Holy King Realm monks who had entered the Emperor's Ruler to practice.

Zhang Ji found a rare balance point between the pressure of the Emperor's Divine Ruler and his own cultivation. He took out the witchcraft Dao crystal obtained from Yin Yuanchen and began to intercept the Dao method and turn it into his own insights.

The seventeen separate spiritual thoughts are also comprehending the other seventeen scale tablets at the same time, hoping to get a glimpse of the path to the supreme holy way.

The ten elders of the Inscription Pattern Guild gathered together and secretly paid attention to Zhang Ji's performance in the Emperor's Ruler.

"The King of the Eastern Territory has been practicing under the eighteenth scale monument for twenty days. He has stayed here for more than ten times longer than his predecessors. It seems that the eighteenth scale monument can no longer oppress him. ." Bai Qianli sighed with emotion towards the old man who led him.

The old man is the great elder of the Inscription Guild. He is the great spiritual power hidden in the Kunlun world. His cultivation is unfathomable. The one who appears here is just a clone of him. His true body is hidden in a secret realm in the Kunlun world and is secretly guarding him. Concerning the safety of Kunlun Realm.

"In the age of great strife, geniuses emerge in large numbers. They eventually ride on the wind and transform into dragons, ascending to the realm of gods, and ruling the world. Only one talent that surpasses the sages can bring a glimmer of light to the future of the Kunlun world."

Since stepping into the Emperor's Divine Ruler, thirty-six days have passed in the outside world. At thirty times the time flow rate, Zhang Ji, who is above the Divine Ruler, has been practicing for three full years.

Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the one hundred and forty-three acupoints all over his body were like one hundred and forty-three magic lamps, bright and dazzling. The energy of chaos flowed inside, and the power of earth, fire, water, and wind evolved.

He is far away from becoming the Immortal Great Sage, and only the Baihui Point on his head remains unimmortalized.

The immortal body that Zhang Ji wants to cultivate is the next level of the Hongmeng Chaos Battle Body, the Hongmeng Chaos Immortal Body.

What provided him with the immortality of the holy body was the realm of the Yuan Dynasty transformed into the Qinglong Ruins realm. As Zhang Ji's cultivation level continued to improve, his physical body could already carry the power of a realm, absorbing the power of earth, fire, water, and wind in the chaotic world. Turn it into your own heritage. In the air sea, the Hunyuan Pearl, the Chaos Divine Seal transformed from the Divine Martial Seal, and the Chaos Holy Source are all wrapped up by the regular sacred artifacts on the periphery of the air sea. The distance between them has been getting closer and closer, and there is a tendency to merge into one.

The number of rules of the Holy Path has reached 99,999,900. Only the last hundred rules of the Holy Path are needed to reach the Great Perfection of the Holy King level and walk on the road to the Holy King. limit.

The mental thoughts of the first seventeen scale tablets were absorbed into his body. Zhang Ji looked up at the eighteenth scale tablet in front of him, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

The eighteenth scale tablet no longer exerted enough pressure on him to help him take the final step. After three years of enlightenment under the Emperor's Divine Ruler, Zhang Ji also had his own understanding of the way to perfection.

The Hunyuan Pearl is his chance in this life. It is a gift from God and has its own way and principle within it.

The Chaos Divine Seal, which is a collection of the martial marks of all the gods, is a microcosm of all the ways in the universe and represents the seeds of the Tao of this world.

The Holy Source of Chaos that Zhang Ji cultivated is where his Taoism resides and represents himself.

When the Hunyuan Pearl, the Chaos Divine Seal, and the Chaos Holy Source merge into one, it will be the moment when he reaches the Supreme Perfection of the Holy King.

"If I want to take this step on my own, it may not be feasible after hundreds of years of accumulation. The best way is to rely on pressure from the outside world to help me take this final step under extreme pressure."

Zhang Ji looked at the nineteenth scale monument a hundred miles away. It was a place that had never been reached by anyone in the realm of the Holy King. It represented a completely different level. With the body of the Holy King, he could rival the second level of the Great Sage. The state of shackles.

Zhang Ji did not hesitate and stepped forward. After crossing the eighteenth scale monument, every step he took was extremely difficult. One hundred miles was only a distance that could be crossed in an instant for the monks at the top of the Holy King, but Zhang Ji But it took three months.

Suffering multiple mental, physical, and Taoist tortures, as if under the oppression of thousands of sacred mountains, Zhang Ji struggled for three months without falling, but he failed to take that step.

The rules of the holy way have not been increased, but every acupuncture point in the physical body and every spiritual thought in the holy heart are being refined into steel under high pressure.

Finally, he pressed his palm on the nineteenth scale monument, with a relieved smile on his face.

Within the air sea, the Hunyuan Pearl, the Chaos Divine Seal, and the Chaos Holy Source have collided with each other. The power of chaos has the potential to interact with each other, like three planets, which can already cause tides by relying on each other's gravity.

"The foundation has been laid, now only the final battle is left!"

Zhang Ji withdrew the holy energy, and the Emperor's Ruler instantly sent him back to the starting point, and then his whole body turned into a ray of holy light and flew out of the headquarters of the Inscription Guild.

It took three years and three months for the Emperor's Divine Ruler to attain enlightenment, and thirty-nine days had passed in the outside world.

And the ninth day of September is today.

As the protagonist Zhang Ji has not yet appeared, there have been several battles between hell and heaven.

Outside the Central Imperial City, the first person under the great sage of the Blood Sky Tribe of the Immortal Blood Clan, Xue Chen Tianjun, was facing off against Nie Xiangzi, a divine disciple of the Temple of Truth.

Both of them are masters of the first level under the Great Sage, and they have fought against each other for more than a thousand times, but they have not been able to determine the outcome.

When the fierce battle was in full swing, the two of them stopped together and looked at the figure rising into the sky in the central imperial city.

The holy wall of spiritual crystal and the awe-inspiring golden inscriptions are the battle invitations written by Zhang Ji.

On the battle post, Zhang Ji was possessed by the Fire God Armor, with eight-color wings of light spread out behind him. The Nine Phoenix Cauldron exploded with phoenix sounds in the void, and the Nishen Monument was filled with chaotic dust behind him.

Xuechen Tianjun looked at Zhang Ji, his eyes met with his, but he suddenly felt a stinging pain, and two lines of bloody tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

When the blood in front of his eyes was hazy, severe pain was already felt in his chest. In an instant, each rib was broken and turned into a bloody stream of light and smashed into the army of the hell realm.

Another ten-star dangerous figure of the Xuetian tribe, the Son of Blood Butcher God, was extremely shocked when he saw that the Xuechen Tianjun, who was even more powerful than him, was defeated in one blow.

"Is there really anyone in the world who can reach such a state at the level of the Holy King?"

As soon as he showed up and made a move, he severely injured the Xuechen Tianjun, one of the banners of the immortal vampire clan. The monks from all over the world who were watching the battle couldn't help but be shocked, and their morale skyrocketed.

"The King of the Eastern Region is invincible and the best in the world!"

"Invincible and brave!"

Even some monks from the subordinate worlds of the Heaven Realm faction are all fighting for it. Hell and Heaven have been fighting for a hundred thousand years. There are ten worlds in the four universes that serve as battlefields of merit all year round. Regardless of victory or defeat, the Heaven Realm is the most of the time. The side that suffered the greater losses rarely had the opportunity to feel proud like this.

In front of the camp of the Dark Temple, the Son of Darkness was followed by masters from the three tribes and the Dark Temple, including You, Qingzun, and An.

The strength of the Son of Darkness is even higher than that of the three emperors of the Bone Clan, and he is vaguely the first person under the great saints of the three middle clans. He is strong enough to fight with any of the four heavenly kings, but at this moment, looking at the holy wings of the Eternal Eight Paths, wearing Zhang Ji, who was in charge of the divine armor and the supreme weapon, felt an unprecedented sense of awe.

The last person who could barely reach this level was Yan Wushen.

Prajna is located in the army of the three upper tribes, and beside him are the sons and goddesses of the three upper tribes in the hell world, with dark light and death energy rising into the sky.

The Son of the Origin Demon God stood beside Prajna, also in a daze.

(End of this chapter)