Chapter 951 – Father and son? The Medical Emperor is dead?
Chapter 951 – Father and Son? The Medical Emperor is dead?
Xin Zhuo’s heart was slightly settled, waiting silently, casually surveying the people around, he could not help but be stunned, I do not know if it was a coincidence, but there were many familiar people!
The Jiang Clan’s Jiang Wufei who had killed ninety-nine people of the same realm, on the side stood the True Martial Artist Li Chunyuan, Cicada Yi and the Jiang Nuying whose appearance had matured a lot but was still like a young girl.
Beside a few people there were two more, acquaintances almost lost in the depths of memory, the elder sister Jiang Huan who had an average appearance but was graceful and noble and had a generous demeanor; Jiang Wuxie who had a tall physique and eyes like a torch.
A group of Jiang’s children, at the moment looking straight up into the sky, did not notice him.
Xin Zhuo’s mood was suddenly very strange, these high and mighty children of the mountain family were now but the same starting line as himself.
Just then, he suddenly felt two blazing gazes looking at him, he subconsciously met the gazes and his mind drifted for a moment.
That is two women, one with fox eyes, nose slightly high, cherry lips, body convex and concave, hands and feet very upper class grace; another small and delicate, big eyes as if they will smile, the corner of the mouth hooked up a playful arc.
The two women are wearing clothing that is different from that of the Middle Kingdom, appearing extremely competent.
Jiu Si Hai, Cui Ying Er and Han Qiniang!
I didn’t expect to meet them here.
Three people look at, Xin Zhuo suddenly feel tasteless, irrelevant to the “mirror flowers and water moon” true or false, purely each other’s identity is different, their own life and death over the years, has seen through too many things, there is no catching up with the people of the year, the idea of talking about.
Just at this time, the above the empty sea old ancestor Chen Wentian look down, voice dull said: “gentlemen, this abyss up, for the last time, the most dangerous, the most deadly, the future is unknown, now quit is not too late!”
Below more than two thousand quasi saint masters, no one speaks, martial arts practitioners cultivate their whole life, big to heaven and earth immortal rules, small to the five heavenly human failures of life and death nirvana, yuan extreme realm of the condensation of origin, quasi saint realm of the collection of heaven and earth’s fortune, which step is not against the sky to change their destinies?
Life is my destiny, death is also my destiny, at this moment fear of death to withdraw, I am afraid that this life is disturbed!
“If you don’t enter the saint realm, you’re still an ant, and the end of the martial arts path is nothing but an emptiness!”
Some of the surrounding Great Approval Saints responded in unison, their tones determined and resolute.
“Very well! Even though it is perilous, it is also a creation for you and others, go, I wish you all transcendence and establish yourselves as saints!”
Chen Wentian and dozens of experts from various families headed straight down.
Only that Jiang Wen suddenly landed beside a group of Jiang Clan disciples.
“Grand Master!”
“Uncle!”
Jiang Wufei, Cicada, Li Chunyuan, and Jiang Huan saluted.
Jiang Wen had his hands behind his back, silently looking at the crowd, a majestic face full of solemnity and irrefutability: “When doing your best, descendants of the Seven Loathsome Great Emperors, there are no mediocre generations, True Elemental Saints are the goal for you and others, the road goes far, only then does it represent all possibilities.”
“Here!”
The crowd saluted again.
That Jiang Wen suddenly looked at Xin Zhuo again, as if early found him, tone cold said: “become a saint with or without the combat power has nothing to do, look at is the heritage, martial arts and the heart of the holy idea of what is, you cultivation day is short, distractions are too much, but also no God body, bloodline, I hope that you encourage and for, if you become a true saint, I give you the name of Jiang, allow you to become a lineage of your own under the mountain!
If you become a pseudo-saint, you are born and die, others kill you or not, kill you or not, I will never intervene!
You and I father and son a journey, this is the words of bitterness!”
Jiang Wufei, Jiang Huan, Jiang Wujian, Jiang Nuying, Cicada Yi, a group of people subconsciously looked, first stunned for a moment, and then silent.
In all directions, Cui Ying’er, Han Qiniang, and countless quasi-saint experts also looked curious.
Xin Zhuo deliberated for a moment, and said decisively and dryly: “Whether I become a saint or not has nothing to do with Your Excellency, the matter of life and death, I will encourage myself to do it, don’t bother.”
The four places were instantly and terribly quiet!
“Your Excellency?” Jiang Wen’s face was slightly cold.
Xin Zhuo arched his hand and saluted, no longer answering.
Jiang Wen took a step in front of him, wrapping a majestic pressure to press in, and said word by word: “I gave you life, naturally I can take your life as well, wildness is not collected, wild and contrary nature, and refuted mind, how can you enter the saints?” Xin Zhuo could hardly endure the pressure, his body shook slightly, then he laughed lightly, not bothering to say any more.
“Tiger poison does not yet eat the child! Elder Jiang is overdoing it!”
Gongsun Li’s crisp voice came from below.
Jiang Wen looked straight down below: “Medical Emperor Hua Zhi received the cultivation of the Three Emperors with a medical compulsion back then and broke the Mirror Flower Water Moon, now that he is dead, you girl should still take care of yourself!”
Said flicked his sleeves and disappeared in place!
The Gongsun Li below instantly turned pale.
Xin Zhuo was also stunned!
The old ghost …… is dead!
“Buzz–“
Above, in the “high altitude abyss”, there was a sudden tremor, and the great trees in the sky emitted a hazy light, saving a thousand streaks of Rui Cai, and every single strand of it was holy intent.
Two thousand Paramount Saints’ scalps went numb.
The time has come.
Everyone immediately discarded all distractions and checked the spiritual treasures stored on their bodies.
In this martial world, the higher the cultivation level of a martial artist, the more martial rhyme stones, weapons, and spirit objects they needed, it was impossible to hold them wherever they went, so naturally, there were amazingly talented people who had researched storage spirit treasures based on the storage bags of Immortal Cultivators.
But can make this thing, today there is no longer, basically from the major ancient, medieval and even ancient clan ruins, it is said that a “Divine Artifact Sect” ruins, decades ago, unearthed three hundred and ninety thousand pieces of storage spiritual treasure.
Xin Zhuo does not know these people’s storage treasure in the end how much space, but his “look at the moon bag” is incredibly large, inside a wide range of things.
At this time, there were already some people who swept straight to the “high-altitude abyss” above, and then other people one after another, like arrows leaving the strings, the “whoosh” sound of the broken wind was unceasingly heard.
Xin Zhuo inhaled a deep breath, the heart method operation, straight to the high altitude.
Just left the “tree root”, arrived at the tree stem range, a strange, violent ancient refutation of the saint’s true qi, instantly on the body, as if to all “offenders”, all shocked to death.
More than 2,000 people immediately struggled to move, but with the heart and accumulation of saints entering the country, it was still difficult to overcome.
All of them operated their mind techniques to the extreme, resisting on one side and traveling upward on the other.
Only, there was still a difference between people, and the fastest ones, like Jiang Wufei, Zhao Tong’er that Mountain Eagle Town encountered on that day, as well as that Su Miaojin with the water flowing from her eyebrows, and dozens of others, had already arrived at the highest altitude, and were almost invisible.
And the bottom of the people, still in the tree root above ten feet.
The distance was as great as mud and clouds.
Xin Zhuo felt it, this kind of pressure was bearable for him, but he did not immediately charge forward, not whoever ran the fastest, whoever could make it!
He needed to feel the breath of the ancient saints, whether there was any value that could be utilized, and to observe how the people above operated.
Jiang Wen has a saying that is right, he is a wild road, from no one to teach, the old ghost of the Medical Emperor can be, but when he himself has not yet broken the ten gates, he has already left, and now it is even more than three or two sentences were said to be dead, the specific life and death, he still has to find out, and the insights of the senior sister, but it is not useful to him.
Therefore, he swept to the most inconspicuous position in the middle of the quasi-saint group, slowly rising.
These true qi were useless and too refuted, maybe it was just a test to the Saint realm?
(End of chapter)