Chapter 913 – Beginning Heaven and Earth Divine Water, Quasi-Saint Realm Broken
Chapter 913 – First Heaven and Earth Divine Water, Quasi Sacred Realm Broken
Over the years the Moonwatch Well has flooded with waves three times, Xin Zhuo has guessed many times these days, initially thought it was a foreknowledge of the danger, after all, immediately after the East a few people made a move.
Then, it was thought that it was something nearby that the Hope Moon Well needed, after all, the Hope Moon Well pulled him on its own, just like when he went to the Bitter Sea before devouring the Immortal Spirit Qi.
Now he suddenly realized that this was a kind of self-replenishment of the Moonwatch Well, and encountered something that was beneficial to the well master that could change the well master’s situation.
At this moment, the moonlight in the well has been replenished, there are many figures floating around, one of them is the Saint King’s residual soul just now, which seems to be the fullest state of the Moonwatch Well.
It turns out that these shadows that appeared during the fusion of martial arts are all the remnants of a martial artist with an extremely high martial realm from an unknown era?
And thirteen heart techniques appeared on the surface of the well, all of them were quasi saint realm and above heart secret codes, there were remnants and full texts, not only that, there were another 300,000 paths of ancient true qi and [Heaven and Earth Five Elements Ice Intent].
These heart law and [heaven and earth five elements ice intention] should be that holy king’s life, and 300,000 Roads of ancient true qi, nine times out of ten is to collect this “holy king well” in the year of the martial artists.
This is like ……
After the well master died and gave the Moonwatch Well a chance to replenish its energy, the Moonwatch Well gave a big feedback!
Deep breath and then breathe, Xin Zhuo body slightly trembling, there is this thing to protect the body feed, if not battle this heaven and earth, is not a fool?
He looked again at the martial rhyme stone mines under those hills in the distance.
Everything is ready!
Turn back, finish the mouse meat, sit down and meditate and concentrate for three whole days and three nights, open his eyes, stretch out his hand, and fuse!
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh ……”
[Nine Headed Mist Treading Ying Long!
[Ten-eyed Fire-bathing Phoenix!
Sixteen-winged Dragon Legend!
The Octagonal Heaven Swallowing Monster!
The four Beginning-level origins left their bodies and entered the Moonwatcher’s Well, quickly merging with the [Wheel of Merit Mighty Tiger Buddha Protector].
The surface of the well was turbulent, with a hundred channels of haze and a thousand streams of color changing, and dozens of other figures, each striking out a path of light ……
……
“Primordial! Appeared!”
In a 100,000 mile vast primitive dense forest, there was a huge altar, withered bones everywhere in all directions, and an old man with long hair tilted his head up to look at the sky, his eyes rotating with the sun and the moon as he muttered.
……
“The beginning ……”
Endless seas, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine islands, a large number of martial artists flying in the sky, among them, there are a dozen saints, sitting high in the sky, seemingly evolving the circumference of the sky formation.
In the very center of a sword-shaped island, ten thousand years of mossy peaks suddenly trembled non-stop, a huge stone head slowly rose, eyes looking straight into the sky, phantom birth and death of the breath tumbled.
The dozen or so saints in the sky suddenly landed, terrified, saluting in unison: “Old Ancestor!”
Stone head ignored, just muttered: “Hopefully it’s not the human race!”
Dead silence resumed, and the island was still the same.
……
“At first ……”
“Why in the world would such a thing appear?”
“How many times has it appeared throughout the ages?”
“Three times!”
Four hundred and seventy thousand miles to the west of Da Qian, one hundred thousand feet high in the sky, looking from afar, a peak with the word “three” written on it.
But close up, between the three peaks, separated by tens of thousands of miles away, the upper two peaks, completely shrouded in white clouds.
The “one” peak at the bottom is composed of three thousand peaks, any one of which is larger than the Qiong Xiao, the imperial capital of Da Qian.
At this moment, on the broken bridge of a misty mountain peak, three figures, dressed in linen robes, with long hair flowing, surrounded by giant dragons, phoenixes, and vermilion birds fluttering about, each only the size of a fly.
The three were like three living gods.
……
“At the beginning ……”
The sky dome was endlessly high, through ninety-nine layers of sun halos and moon shadows, there was a sea, which was a billion trillion miles wide, and there was a hidden Immortal Palace.
Between a prime cloud, there was a white-haired youth standing, his eyes shooting out dazzling golden light, looking straight down.
“What does the White Emperor want?” A white-clothed woman beside him asked.
The white-haired youth sighed long and hard: “The first appearance, ominous!”
“What is the first?”
“At the beginning of heaven and earth, neither you nor I were there!”
“Will the beginning fold?”
“It will!”
“Since it will fold, you were born in the lower realm …… lower realm martial arts rebellion chaotic war you should know, and why worry?”
“You do not understand, just like she just returned, let you help her remember a person, the world is not supposed to make sense.”
“Acid Confucian!”
……
Abyss.
“This Primary Origin …… is excessive!”
Xin Zhuo looked at the Moonwatch Well, a piece of “nothingness”, his face full of stagnation. Full of hope fusion of the top “primary” level origin, the result is not what majestic giant, nor domineering and incomparable style, just the fist size of the gray and cloudy things.
Unresolved! The first thing to rule out was that it wasn’t a bicycle.
Silence for a long time, income body, this face suddenly changed, the body is light, the power is endless.
Carefully experience, unfathomable ease and spiritual platform clarity.
Take a deep breath and leave it behind.
Stretching out his hand, he tapped his own Heart Technique [Xuan Tian Nine Revolutions Mountain Viewing True Technique] into the “Moon Watching Well”, fusing it with the remaining thirteen Heart Techniques.
The surface of the well was once again full of colors, waves and shadows.
After half an incense stick, a brand new heart technique appeared.
One Qi Transforms Three Yangs.
Note: Can cultivate the Saint King realm]
A brief and incomparable introduction, a mere five words, that is, no characteristics and no overbearing and incomparable name.
Xin Zhuo silent for a long time, can only silently accept, point into the body, a clear flow into the body, instantly transformed into three to the sun of the gas scattered into the limbs and bones and the whole body meridians.
Then look to the introduction of the heart method and the cultivation direction, again silent for a long time.
Then, the aftereffects of converting the heart method came, his whole body went limp, and he immediately used his last ounce of remaining strength to incorporate the [Five Elements of Ice Intent of Heaven and Earth] into the Dantian Sea, and entered the [Nine Specters Hundred Zhangs of Ice].
[100/100]
“Buzz–“
The moment before he fell into a dizzy state, the ice was endless, and the entire underground space became a world of ice and snow, even a hundred or a thousand times colder than the “land of wood” above.
Three days later.
Xin Zhuo sat up, first feel the [Nine ghosts hundred feet of ice], and then “look” to the sea of Dantian, now, the “heavenly ladder” nine colors gathered, the end of the hazy.
“The ten forests of the Yuan Extreme! Nine forests are the perfect completion of the Yuan Extremity, and the tenth forest enters the Quasi-Saint realm!”
“Ten forests transform the heavenly ladder into ten gates!”
“Transform the Origin into Martial Mountain Patterns!”
“The mountain pattern enters the scriptures, the flesh body enters the Way, like a mountain, flying in the sky and hiding in the earth!”
“To be a Martial Dao Quasi-Saint!”
……
Time passed like a white horse.
The fifth year of the Great Qian Kai Sheng.
Five years and ten months have passed since the opening of the secret realm of the “Valley of the Sacred King”, the female emperor’s fury at the expulsion of the three saints and the beheading of thousands of martial artists.
It was another year of pear blossoms, and the sycamore trees in the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital were once again sprouting young shoots.
The 200,000 miles of the Daqian Holy Dynasty is a scene of peace, the 70,000 miles of Snow Country in the north has long been destroyed, and the world is thriving.
Nowadays, there are dozens of workshops and countless streets in the thousand-mile imperial capital, and the public ministers are busy in the court, but the one who handles the government is the regent, His Highness King Jing, Ji Pixuan.
Her Majesty, the Empress, has been in mourning for a year and has not attended court!
After a short period of discomfort, the officials have slowly adapted.
This thousand-mile imperial capital is the holy land in the hearts of countless people, and every day there are martial artists with dreams who come and leave in tears, and there are also rumors of the beautiful encounters between the princes and lords who have collected thousands of favorites, and the proud sons of heaven of the super sect’s holy cave.
However, if we say that the most attention-grabbing is the Northern Border Marquis, Li Chunyuan, who has a mysterious background, is on the Sacred King Mountain and enters the quasi-sacred.
It is rumored that the Jiang Clan’s Prince is sitting in the town, and the experts of the various Holy Land Cave Heaven are watching from the sidelines.
Even Her Majesty the Empress’s close and personal ministers, Princess Wuyou and Feng Shuning, both traveled in person.
The capital’s martial artists heard the news and flocked there, but they were stopped at the bottom of the mountain three hundred miles away.
At this moment, in the Sacred King Valley, at the top of the tallest mountain, nine-colored clouds tumbled, the Yuan level origin Nine Headed Candle Nine Yin dazzled and flew around, a thousand streaks of Rui Cai, and wild winds howled.
The terrifying visions, even from a great distance away, caused one’s heart to palpitate.
“A True Martial Artist entering Quasi-Saint, truly remarkable!”
The Great Luo Sect’s Dongfang Lian’er had her hands behind her back, silently watching, full of envy, five years to enter Quasi-Sainthood, other than a True Martial Artist, who could do it?
“Indeed!”
Great Difficulty Supreme Elder Seven Killers and Zijing Holy Land Upper Saint Son Qin Guiyi exchanged a glance and said, “Number one in the same realm of battle, Xin Zhuo has passed away, I’m afraid that no one can look up to him!”
Xin Zhuo’s matter, very secret, even the empress does not know the specific matters, several people are equally secretive, so much so that since then to stay in the imperial capital to cultivate, no one thought of them.
“Xin Zhuo and what does it count, a dead man, ahem ……”
Jiang Yukui sat on an exquisite Xuan Yu demon chair, since he was injured by Xin Zhuo five years ago, his injuries have not been healed, and he needs to be warmed up day after day, his family has sent a large number of medicines, but unfortunately there is no thing that can completely solve the beginning of the class origin dark injury, the elders can help, but in that horrible mountain, his status is not as good as a superfluous son-in-law, the elders are too lazy to care, so if he wants to be completely cured, he is afraid that it will still need ten years.
Every time I think of the body’s dark wounds, there is no hope of becoming a saint on the ground, I hate the gnashing of teeth, that’s right, I hate a dead man, what are you afraid of?
At this moment, Duke Jiang denied Xin Zhuo, in addition to County Princess Wuyou and Feng Shuning, no one is willing to refute.
Xin Zhuo, is indeed a dead man, that is, how the year shocked the four directions, has finally gone, how many amazing talent in this world of pride as a flash in the pan?
Sixty years of cultivation, in the world of long-lived martial artists, is not as good as a flash in the pan.
Right at this moment, not far away, the Heavenly Pivot Saint Son Ling Junshan suddenly said: ”I’m afraid that the Quasi-Saint realm has been broken! What a terrifying Quasi-Saint aura!”
“Five years to break the Quasi-Saint ……”
Huang Da Gui, Ma Boju and Murong Huo also squeezed in the crowd, their faces full of envy.
Only Teng Taixuan, who looked like a dried up old man on the other side, had eyes like torches and muttered, “It’s not like Li Chunyuan!”
The crowd looked towards the peak, then their gazes shifted downwards, and the next moment their expressions were horrified.
(End of chapter)