Chapter 955 – The First Mortal Body of the past, the Nine-colored True Saint of the past
Chapter 955 – The First Mortal Body Nine-Colored True Sage of the past
High up in the abyss, in the seven-colored river, all the quasi-saint experts all summoned their godly bodies and bloodline visions to bathe and absorb the holy thoughts and saintly true qi with their powerful talents, breaking the holy gate and entering the holy realm.
Once they became saints, they would be the strongest batch of saints in this generation and even after this martial arts extravaganza! Standing out from the thousands of quasi saints, terrifying, and capable of beheading Immortals, were their symbols!
However, among these people, Su Miaojin’s Nine Desolate Sacred Body, Li Chanyuan’s True Martial Divine Body, Jiang Wufei’s Barbarian Sorcerer Sacred Body, Zhao Tong’er’s Innate Spiritual Body, Ying Siren’s Heavenly Demon Bloodline, Jiang Nuying’s Innate Taoist Body, Folding Feiyan’s Ancient Immortal Flying Dome Bloodline, and Cui Ying’er, amongst others, were the most powerful!
The world of martial artists can enter the spirit of the realm above the majority of God body, blood flow genius, different levels, different characteristics, it is rumored that tens of thousands of years ago in the ancient times, at random a kind of God body, bloodline of the people, are millions of people only one of the great pride, cultivation than the average person ten times faster, a hundred times, to kill the foreigner is relying on these people!
However, the world is never short of smart people, in order to fight against the ten thousand races, no can also be hard to create, such as laying down monstrous array, forcibly converge to the babies of the major races, long years accumulated, now has long been rotten street, everyone has, there is no obvious high and low points.
However, the divine body bloodline of these people, Su Miaojin, was ranked within the top three in the world, extremely strong!
At this moment, with the divine body bloodline vision, they were frantically gathering holy thoughts and true qi, in stark contrast to the trepidation of the others!
Among them, especially Xin Zhuo was the most unbearable, using his mortal body to resist, his whole body trembling violently.
“Xin Zhuo does not have the qualifications or medium to enter sainthood and cannot become a saint.”
“Being unable to become a saint is naturally death!”
Countless martial artists reached a consensus, thinking about the rumors of Xin Zhuo over the years, they could not help but sigh, that is, how ironic is it to be peerless in battle, the best in the same realm, amazingly talented, and to be so constrained when entering sainthood?
“Senior brother ……”
Gongsun Li’s face is as white as paper, if the senior brother can’t become a saint, died here, the master they are indeed gone, what should he do ……
A group of great saints face hidden, only Jiang Wen eyes flashed a complex color, closed his eyes no longer look.
Time passes slowly.
One hour.
Two hours.
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One day.
Two days.
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Sixteen days.
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The tens of thousands of martial artists present, all of them are the generation of the Valley of Rescue, once into the fixed is a few months, naturally will not feel annoyed, they need to witness the emergence of these so-called strongest saints.
Until the forty-fourth day, that seven-colored river, suddenly flew out of a person, straight was bounced out of the high-altitude abyss, to the aerial fortress like the roots of the tree.
His body was glowing with a hazy seven-colored haze, and there was a hidden fragrance and flower shadow falling to the ground, and his aura was like a rainbow.
Unfortunately, the aura of the Holy Realm was not pure.
Pseudo-Saint!
Even though it was a Pseudo-Saint, it was much stronger than any normal Pseudo-Saint, and there was no danger to his life.
This person looked above him rather fondly, then landed on the ground and bowed his hand to the surroundings.
The tens of thousands of martial artists had mixed emotions and nodded slightly, their eyes continuing to look above without blinking.
The next moment.
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh ……”
One after another, martial artists were ejected from the seven-colored river and fell down, clear of False Saints!
Three, four …… eighteen …… thirty six …… fifty one …… seventy nine …… one hundred and thirty…… four hundred and seventy-three…… five hundred and eighty……
There were a full five hundred and eighty Pseudo-Saints, each with lamentations, regrets, and lingering feelings on their faces, helplessly arching their hands in salute.
And in the seven-colored river, only thirty-nine people remained today!
At this time, that Su Miaojin, Li Chunyuan, Jiang Wufei, Ying Siren, Zhao Tong’er, Jiang Nuying, and Cui Ying’er’s bodies were simultaneously flooded with a seven-colored haze that was eye-catching, intense, and rich in exotic fragrances, as well as falling pieces of golden lotuses, lotus flowers, spiritual flowers, and lingzhi ……
Hidden dragon and phoenix shadows, four elephants shadows, and spirit creature shadows appeared, paying homage!
“Standing on the ground to become a saint!”
“Attracted innate beings making pilgrimages!”
“Such a saint!”
The tens of thousands of martial artists below who had been waiting for a long time finally stirred, standing up with joyful faces and arching their hands in salute.
It is a group of great saints are also slightly nodded, full of gratification, this is the last time “saint Lin Yuan rise”, every true saint, is a treasure, this next appeared more than ten, has been the fortune of the heavens!
However, the fortunate thing, is only just beginning, almost in the bottom of the countless people have just lamented, above the seven-colored haze again filled with a long river, the fragrance is rich, lotus flowers, lotus flower shadow dense fall ……
The True Saint appeared again!
One, two ……
Within the next hour, more than twenty True Saints appeared one after another!
In other words, after the five hundred and eighty False Saints, the rest of them had all become Saints on the ground!
This is simply something that has never been seen before, a blessing for the Donghua Ming Domain, and a blessing for the human race!
Chen Wentian stroked his beard and laughed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, my disciples, Si Qing Luo and Si No Man, are two True Saints!” Ye Feiying similarly laughed: “There are five under my sect!”
“Three!” Ji Feng Yu shook his head, quite emotional, but the laughter in his eyes couldn’t even be covered.
Jiang Wen also rarely stroked his beard and said, “Seven! I am obliged!”
“It’s really excessive!”
The crowd of great saints joked, all of them were in a comfortable mood, these thirty-eight true saints, basically all of them came from their family’s disciples, what reason was there to be unhappy?
The first to become a saint Su Miaojin and others have continued to go to the sky, to receive further baptism, to reach the true saint, this is the only baptism only after becoming a saint, even if it is not in this “holy abyss”, in other places of seclusion, is also the same, the method is just different!
Saints are definitely a threshold of transcendence, and True Saints can go even farther than True Saints!
Just as the tens of thousands of martial arts experts below cheered, someone suddenly realized that something was wrong! In that seven-colored river, there was even a person sitting there, with no aura fluctuation on his body and no struggle, just like he was asleep!
Xin Zhuo!
These days, he has been forgotten, why is he still there?
That is, he is not a pseudo saint, nor has he been sainted, it is not reasonable!
What is he doing?
A group of great saints stopped their jokes, that Trapped Sea Inquiring Heaven Great Sage stroked his beard and asked the group of False Saints that had been bounced down: “Do you know what that Xin Zhuo is doing?”
Gongsun Li, who had been feeling apprehensive and fidgety, immediately looked over.
Even Jiang Wen frowned and looked over.
It was fine if he didn’t ask, but when he did, he only saw that the five hundred and eighty False Saints’ faces changed in unison.
Qihuang Medical Sect’s Hua Birdie also came to participate in this becoming a saint thing, only the qualification is limited, pseudo saint only, at this moment snatched a step forward and arched his hand and said: “Xin Zhuo has eccentricity, this guy is really eccentric, the bottom can’t see what he’s doing, but we know very well, that the seven-colored river within the saintly thoughts and saintly true qi, if it is divided into ten channels, he alone occupies five channels!”
Another False Saint expert also said: “He seems to have the divine body and bloodline visions of all of us, and it seems like he doesn’t have them, my juniors really can’t tell what he is up to, but it is true that he alone occupies half of it!”
The two men’s tones were excited and exaggerated, the rest of the pseudo saints were likewise so, it was no wonder that they were already among the saints but were so unstable, it was really because that scene was too strange, it was against the rules of the quasi saints entering the saints!
There was silence in all directions.
For a while, that Zijing holy land extermination colt waved his sleeve: “Nonsense, how can there be such a reason? Is he a demon?”
Chen Wentian also frowned: “This is absurd! Tell us in detail.”
A trace of hesitation also flashed through Jiang Wen’s eyes.
A group of pseudo saints, such as Flower Sparrow and others, immediately saluted: “It’s unclear what the reason is, but it’s a thousand times true, this person is close to a demon, and it’s not unexpected, it’s not difficult to become a saint, and he may be the …… first person to become a saint with a mortal body since the beginning of time!”
Seeing a group of quasi saints so solemn, no one in all directions spoke again, not knowing what to say.
Just at this time, that “high-altitude abyss” in the seven-colored river suddenly violently contracted, with a tiger swallowing phase straight to that sitting Xin Zhuo.
And Xin Zhuo suddenly stood up, heavy waving sleeves, body filth, Shen Ke, mortal dust breath all gone, the whole body white and flawless, brilliant nine-colored haze, lotus, lotus, Fusang, koi carp and so on sixteen kinds of petals and spirits fluttering, densely packed, the fragrance of the sky and the earth.
Immediately afterward, thirty-seven types of living creature silhouettes sank and floated, bowing down in worship.
The terrifying aura of a True Saint could be felt even from ten thousand feet below!
It was truly a mortal body that had entered the Holy Spirit, unprecedented in history!
A nine-colored saint, never seen before!
The purity of the aura is unparalleled!
“This ……”
The tens of thousands of martial artists below, including dozens of Great Saints, stood up with shocked faces.
This kind of saint, they didn’t understand either!
Jiang Wen’s face also changed slightly, his right index finger trembling slightly.
That Gongsun Li was even more demented and speechless for a long time.
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High in the abyss.
Xin Zhuo felt the majestic sea of power within his body, a very different greatness, this is a completely different realm from the Associate Saint and the cultivation below!
Even a single finger pointing out, crushing a city of hundreds of miles and shocking millions of living beings, was only like a probe!
Flawless! Immaculate! The mind is enlightened!
Infinitely in tune with heaven and earth!
Flying in the sky and hiding in the earth, a step of a thousand miles, is just a matter of leisure!
If the power that was exerted before was just brute force, the power that is now mastered is already above the ground and the earth!
No wonder it is said that “without entering the holy realm, one is a mole cricket”, the gap is really too big!
The reason why he was able to break the problem of mortal bodies not being able to enter the saintly realm and being rejected was that when he was in danger, he boldly did an experiment-…
(End of chapter)