All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 30 Zhongzhou Tianjiao
Dingtian Holy Gate
A beautiful woman kept waving sword moves in the martial arts arena dedicated to outer disciples.

The sword light is sharp and the body is agile.

One move, one move, one move, one move is smooth and flowing, without sloppiness at all.

There was no one around her, only she was waving silently.

The outer disciples passing by couldn't help commenting upon seeing this.

"It's already noon, and you still don't rest, so hard?"

"Maybe they want to squeeze through the inner door."

"It's really long."

"You don't know, this character is very hot, when he first came here, he made the deacon so angry."

"So exaggerated?"

"you do not say."

The two of them didn't chat for long before they felt a chill coming from behind.

"Keep your mouth shut."

A cold voice came from behind.

A sword light flashed.

The belts of the two inner disciples were all cut off.

"If you can't beat me, can't you hide?"

One of them lifted his pants and ran away.

"Wait for me!"

The woman withdrew her sword beautifully, and slowly returned to the martial arts arena, staring at the huge statue above her head, she couldn't help sighing.

"Ugh."

This young woman is none other than Xia Zheng who has been worshiping the Dingtian Holy Sect for the seventh year.

Since entering the Cauldron Heaven Sect, she found that this Sacred Gate is much better than she imagined, but gradually she became unhappy.

She found that no matter how hard she tried since she reached the Upper Spiritual Realm, she could no longer improve.

To her, the Taoist realm was like a sting from the sky.

"I'm going to learn the real thing so I can earn a living for myself."

"Xia Zheng, Xia Zheng, you are just an ordinary woman, why do you have to carry so much burden?"

She is no longer the young girl seven years ago. The girl of the past has long grown into a slim and peerless beauty.

"Live in the ordinary like this, life is better than death."

"All the disciples of the sect say that the Map of Purgatory of Demon Sealing is the road to hell, and today I will break through it."

Xia Zheng came to Wuhui Cliff and plunged into the map of Fengmo Purgatory.

Zhongzhou Lingxiao Pavilion

"Everyone should know about Dongzhou."

The pavilion gathered representatives of the major forces in Zhongzhou today.

The leader is Xiao Luan, the son of the Sage of Longevity.

Xiao Luan was born with a good face, very handsome, with a dignified appearance. He was dressed in a white robe of white crane with gold trim, showing his handsome demeanor.

"Why don't you know? Dongzhou's affairs have long been known throughout the city. I heard that Zhang Tianfang single-handedly fought against a generation of Dongzhou Tianjiao. I want to meet this Dongzhou God of War."

The person who spoke was a monk with golden skin and a bright top of his head. There were tens of thousands of esoteric Sanskrit words intertwined and ups and downs on the skin.

That is the golden body belonging to the Buddhist Arhat.

A mere holy figure can fuse with the golden body of the great saint, and he is also an extremely powerful figure.

Holy, Holy, Holy King.

It is the first three steps of the holy land, and it is also the most important foundation of the holy land.

"It turned out to be Monk Mijie, disrespectful and disrespectful."

With Monk Mi Jie's current state, his control over the golden body of the Great Sage has reached an extremely advanced level.Just like this, even Xiao Luan, who is astonishingly talented, should give some face.

Of course, even without the Arhat Golden Body, Monk Mi Jie's comprehension and talent are at the top level.

"You are the number one expert in the Holy Gate of Longevity? This seat has long wanted to fight you. Since you jumped out, I will kill you first, and then go to deal with Zhang Tianfang."

A three-meter-tall monster with the head of an eagle said, "Every feather in his hand seems to be made of refined iron, exuding destructive power and vigor, giving people the feeling that it is almost the same as There is no difference between the Kunpeng who overwhelmed the river and the sea in the ancient times.

He is one of the three great monster clan heroes who sneaked in from the Purple Demon Gate, the Ninth Prince of Kunpeng.

Flying feathers against the sky, overflowing with purple light.

The Nine Princes of Kunpeng with the blood of the ancient monster clan are proud of the younger generation in Xizhou, and they are all the arrogance of the human race at the border.

Ordinary human saints, just seeing a desperate feather of Kunpeng Ninth Prince, may not necessarily have been scared to the ground.

The power of the Ninth Prince Kunpeng was so powerful that he even broke through the Saint King Realm.

Kunpeng Ninth Prince relied on his strong cultivation base to try the strength of the present, and suppressed all around with a very strong coercion.

Monk Mi Jie clasped his hands together, and behind him, a Buddha shadow taller than a mountain appeared.

In the attic, loud and clear Buddhist voices sounded, as if thousands of monks were chanting sutras.

The Buddha's voice was faint, and he met the power of the Kunpeng Nine Princes, turning his power into invisible.

"Good come!"

The eagle claws in the hands of the Ninth Prince Kunpeng were intertwined with purple electricity, turning into a claw and rushing towards Monk Mi Jie.

Monk Mi Jie slapped out his thick golden palm, and Buddha Shadow also slapped out a palm. The golden palm was as huge as an eagle's claw.

"Boom."

The two powerful forces collided together, and dense cracks appeared on the ground. Even if the attic was protected by a formation, the sky would collapse.

Seeing this, Xiao Luan didn't stop it, but silently told people to maximize the power of the formation.

The Lingxiao Pavilion, on the surface it is an attic, is actually a huge invisible castle.

"Since everyone has a fighting spirit in their hearts, why not use it, and we can discuss it after the competition?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Everyone in the room is the pride of heaven, and they are number one in the state and region where they are. The pride in their hearts is unavoidable. No one is willing to listen to others. Xiao Luan also wants to use this to establish his own status.

Heard this.

Monk Mi Jie and the Ninth Prince Kunpeng finally revealed their true strength, which was far superior to other first-line powerhouses, shaking the space apart.

Whether it was a human monk or a half-demon, they all retreated a hundred miles away, and no one dared to approach them.

"Pengao Nine Heavens."

Monk Mijie displayed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and with a long roar, he turned into a golden dragon dozens of miles long, rushed to the top of the clouds, and fought with the Ninth Prince Kunpeng.

The Buddha Qi and the monster Qi were intertwined, making the entire Ling Xiao Pavilion vibrate.

"Who is fighting?"

When they saw the giant dragon and giant bird flying in the sky, their faces were all pale with fright. If they lost the guardian array, who would be able to stop such two unrivaled fierce men?

Along with the Nine Princes of Kunpeng, Minglongdou, the royal family of the half-dragon clan, and Fengcaiyi, the saintess of the Seven-Colored Sect, also came.

On the human race, there are four young masters of the family, the holy son of the Taique Holy Mansion, Sui Yuehan, the true biography of one of the nine emperors of the Qiankun Holy Gate, Ji Changkong, Zhou Yingtian, the prince of the Baihuang Xian Dynasty, the first dynasty of Zhongzhou, and the young master of the first family of Zhongzhou Yao Shengyu.

Ming Longdou and Zhou Yingtian are both children of the royal family, and they are also masters of marksmanship. They fought in a forest only 70 miles away from Longding Mountain, and knocked down one mountain after another.

The soldiers Zhou Yingtian used were the semi-immortal-level treasure guns bestowed by the former emperor—the Qilin thorn, and the dragons used by Minglong Dou used the Chihai Vajra Spear, both of which were quite powerful semi-immortal-level weapons.

When the two spears collided, there was a deafening sound immediately, as if two iron mountains were colliding.

"I'm a little surprised that a marksman like you can be born in the human race." Ming Longdou sneered.

The Chihai Vajra Spear in Ming Longdou's hands is made of a very special material, dug from the deep sea, and it weighs 27 catties without activating the Dao inscription.

Once all the Juli inscription patterns in the gun are activated, the weight of the Scarlet Sea Vajra Gun can exceed ten million catties.

Of course, with Minglong Dou's current cultivation level, it is still impossible to activate all the inscription patterns in the Scarlet Sea Vajra Spear.

Even so, the Chihai Vajra Spear in Minglong Dou's hands was still quite heavy, and with a single blow, it could tear apart ordinary saint-level figures.It is not an easy task for the most holy to catch Minglong Dou's shot.

"Then let's see who's marksmanship is better."

The power that erupted from Zhou Yingtian's body was not weaker than that of Minglong Dou, and the unicorn thorn in his hand was a soldier used by the former emperor Qianhai, and it was as powerful as the Chihai Vajra Spear.

"The Qilin equals the sky, and the Zhao shines on the world."

A cyan light gushed out from Zhou Yingtian's body, condensing into dozens of unicorn shadows. Immediately, an emperor's aura blessed his body, making the aura he radiated increased by a large amount.

The kung fu practiced by Zhou Yingtian is a compulsory kung fu practiced by the royal families of the successive dynasties. It is called "Bai Huang Shen Gong", which is the unique skill of the royal family of Bai Huang Xian Dynasty.

In the entire Qiankun world, there are no more than ten monks practicing the "Hundred Brilliant Divine Art", and each of them is a core figure of the royal family.

Soon, Zhou Yingtian wounded Ming Longdou until he couldn't beat him, so he could only retreat while resisting.

"Zhou Yingtian, the ninth in the "True Dragon List", actually defeated the sixth in the "True Dragon Ranking" Minglong Dou?"

"Heroes under heaven seem to have underestimated Zhou Yingtian."

In fact, what everyone doesn't know is that the real strength of the half-dragon clan is that after transforming into a dragon, their physique and holy power have doubled, which can be said to be more than doubled.

"Your strength is very good. This king almost fell, but this level is not enough."

Ming Longdou sneered, he hadn't shown his full strength yet, but he saw half of the holy art on the opposite side.

"You dare to call me the king before you become a king. I think it's not bad to tame you into a mount."

A hearty voice sounded, looking extraordinarily heroic.

All the creatures present felt apprehensive. Which fierce man dared to claim to tame a monster from the monster clan into a mount?

Ming Longdou was very angry and shouted: "Who? Get out!"

"Chichi."

To the northwest, a crimson sea of ​​flames covered the land with a radius of hundreds of miles, rolling up waves of fire tens of feet high, passing through the gap between the two mountains, and rushing towards them.

When the sea of ​​fire surged in front of Ming Longdou, it immediately gathered upwards, condensed into a big handprint, and slapped it down.

Bang.

The huge handprint slapped Ming Longdou's huge body to the ground, causing the ground to shake.

Until this moment, someone finally saw clearly that in the center of the Huo Mahamudra stood a heroic woman in light armor, with extremely strong muscles in her hands, and extremely powerful.

She is full of explosive power.

The surrounding monks of the Qiankun Sacred Gate all erupted and shouted excitedly: "Master Elder Sister has finally arrived!"

"You are still so mighty and domineering, and your demeanor remains the same as before."

Zhou Yingtian laughed.

The heroic woman standing in the center of the Flame Mahamudra is Ji Changkong, the true disciple of the Chidi Emperor of the Qiankun Sacred Gate, with a congenital polar body.

She received the guidance of the Red Emperor, and the way of fire has been refined very quickly.

Her body became stronger, the yang energy in her body was boiling, and every muscle exuded scorching heat, which could melt gold and iron, like a humanoid ancient murderer.

Not long ago, Ji Changkong broke through to the Holy Spirit, and his cultivation base soared a lot. Until now, he still couldn't fully control the growing power.Therefore, where she is, a hundred miles around will be turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Along with Ji Changkong, there was another Tianjiao, Taique Shengfu Suiyuehan.

Sui Yuehan is the new generation of holy son of Taique Holy Mansion, and he is also No. 1 in this year's Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism Examination, with top-notch mental strength, kendo, and piano skills.

Sui Yuehan and Ji Changkong are completely two extremes.

Sui Yuehan was wearing a Tsing Yi, with long soft and slender hands, holding a guqin in his hands, exquisite facial features, long eyelashes, and skin as delicate as suet.

In terms of appearance alone, Sui Yuehan can be compared with Xiao Luan, they are both first-class handsome men.

It's just that Sui Yuehan's body has a bit more femininity. If he puts on women's clothes, he must be a beauty that can overwhelm the country and the city.

The one he chose to face was Feng Caiyi, the saintess of the Colorful Holy Gate.

"It has long been heard that there is a spiritual genius from the Seven-Colored Sacred Gate. She is the eldest daughter of the Phoenix Clan. She should be Your Excellency, right?"

Sui Yuehan came to the foot of Longding Mountain, and with graceful steps, he slowly laid a guqin on his knees, put ten slender and white fingers on the strings, pinched them into orchid fingers, and said with a smile: " Listen to my song "Pingyang Yanluo" and send you down to Huangquan."

"What a big tone, you actually want to send me to hell, don't you think highly of yourself?" Feng Caiyi saw Sui Han's eyes, felt a chill, and her eyebrows were knit together.

Sui Yuehan's eyes are full of amorous glances, and the corners of his eyes are turned up, which can be described as full of coquettishness.

"Come."

Feng Caiyi couldn't bear a man looking at him with such eyes, so she took the initiative to attack, grabbed the holy staff, and pointed at Sui Yuehan.

A colored beam of light flew out from the top of the holy staff, arching the space with a bang.

"Why be so impatient, be elegant."

Sui Han smiled slightly, and lightly pressed his fingers on the strings. Immediately, a circle of sound waves surged out from the strings, facing the blue beam of light.

In the sound waves, there was a swishing sound, and thousands of white sword shadows were condensed, turning into a river of swords, spinning sharply, and colliding with the blue light beam.

The two forces cancel each other out, forming a scene of even strength.

A big battle is inevitable.

(End of this chapter)