Chapter 113: Absorbing the world's luck, the sword god is born
The Sun-Shooting Bow is a magic weapon. As long as it is a magic weapon, only Jiang Changsheng can bring out the true effect of the magic weapon. Warriors can only use the Sun-Shooting Bow as a bow at most, but in his hands it is a magic bow.
Jiang Changsheng was in a good mood and began to refine the restrictions in the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow to make it recognize his master. This treasure had more restrictions than other magic weapons and was extremely complicated. However, the more complicated it was, the more powerful it was.
It’s worthy of the survival reward brought by the Qiankun Realm and the Five Golden Body Realms. It’s really cool!
Jiang Changsheng thought silently.
A whole day and night passed before he succeeded in refining it. He injected his spiritual power into the Sun-Shooting Bow and pulled it slightly at the same time.
Boom boom
The entire Longqi Mountain began to tremble, even affecting Wufeng and the capital city, which frightened Jiang Changsheng so much that he stopped immediately.
So strong!
Jiang Changsheng was rarely excited, it was such a relief!
He threw the Sun-Shooting Bow into the Giant Ring and walked out of the house.
When Jiang Jian saw him, he quickly asked, "Master, what was that noise just now?"
Bai Qi looked at Jiang Changsheng with the same fear. They were like this, let alone the capital city, who all thought that another powerful enemy was coming to attack.
Jiang Changsheng said: "Nothing, I just stretched."
Stretching makes the whole mountain tremble?
They stared at Jiang Changsheng in disbelief. If anyone else had said this, they would have sneered and thought it was ridiculous, but when it came from Jiang Changsheng's mouth, they believed it.
Jiang Changsheng sat in meditation under the Earth Spirit Tree and began to practice his kung fu. Jiang Jian took a deep breath and also began to practice the Great Zhoutian Divine Art.
He wants to target his master!
One day, he will be as powerful as his master, and reach the point where he can shake a mountain just by stretching himself.
…
Between the mountains and rivers, the Tiance Army galloped forward. Xu Tianji, who was in the front, turned his head and shouted: "We must rush to the next city before dusk today. As long as we capture it, the whole army will rest for five days!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers behind cheered.
After several years of fighting, the Tian Ce Army has transformed. Not only are their members highly skilled in martial arts, but the murderous aura has been condensed together into a whole. The momentum of their charge alone is greater than that of an army of millions.
Emperor Yang Zhao rode side by side with Xu Tianji, and he asked, "It seems that the Great Wilderness has given up resistance. No gods have attacked for half a month."
"Haha, how dare they come if Arakawa and Lingxiao's magic bags are not used? No one wants to be a scapegoat." Xu Tianji laughed, feeling extremely happy.
Once upon a time, he never thought that he would lead his army to a territory 100,000 miles away from Dajing, riding horses across rivers and streams, which was really a pleasure.
As long as he could conquer Dahuang, his contribution would surpass that of the founding generals, and he got excited just thinking about it.
Emperor Yang Zhao said with emotion: "The Taoist's magic bag is indeed extraordinary."
Once upon a time, he wanted to challenge the Taoist Ancestor, but fortunately he was conquered by the emperor in advance. Now he enjoys fame, wealth and power and conquers the world, which is much better than competing for supremacy in the martial arts world.
The two generals had great expectations and couldn't stop smiling.
Just at this moment.
Emperor Yang Zhao restrained his smile, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "There is someone ahead!"
Xu Tianji looked in the direction they were looking and saw a man walking towards them on the hillside several miles away. The man was wearing white clothes, a black shirt, a straw hat, and a sword basket on his back, which was filled with precious swords.
Even when facing 200,000 Tian Ce troops, he still did not stop or change direction.
Xu Tianji couldn't see through the other party and shouted: "Arakawa!"
In the back, Arakawa jumped out from the army, quickly jumped behind Xu Tianji, and stood on the horse's back. His eyes also fell on the man with the sword basket in the distance.
"I can't feel his breath. I don't know if he is a god or stronger." Arakawa said with narrowed eyes. The corners of his mouth rose and he silently took out a brocade bag from his arms.
The man with the sword basket suddenly disappeared, causing Xu Tianji and the other two to shrink their pupils.
They seemed to sense something and looked up at the same time, only to see the man with the sword basket appear out of thin air above their heads and continue to move forward.
The three of them turned their heads and saw that the man with the sword basket didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, and he passed by the army up and down.
The man with the sword basket did not look back, but walked forward with his head down until he disappeared behind the mountains.
Emperor Yang Zhao frowned and asked, "Could the enemy's target be the other troops behind us?"
Xu Tianji thought: "It shouldn't be, otherwise why would he pass by us? Maybe he was just passing by. There are always some masters in this world who are idle and unrestrained."
Emperor Yang Zhao thought it made sense and looked forward intently.
Arakawa turned sideways and looked in the direction where the man with the sword basket left, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
…
In a palace, the Lord of Destiny stood on the palace. In front sat an extremely burly old man wearing a white robe with gold patterns. He was leaning on a cane with both hands. His face was weathered and covered with grey spots, and his white eyebrows covered his eyes, as if he had his eyes closed.
He is the current ruler of Xiansheng Cave Heaven, the Holy Lord of Slaughter.
In Xiansheng Cave Heaven, every generation of people in power can be called a holy monarch.
On both sides of the Lord of Life sat two rows of warriors, all of them with extraordinary bearing. They all had the power of Golden Body Realm, and at this moment, everyone had a look of shock and anger on their face.
"Saint Lord, Daozu is stronger than Heaven, this matter has already ended, there is no turning back."
Ming Zun said in a deep voice, and clenched his fists when he spoke of this.
Tianzun was also dead, and it was hard for him to accept it.
The Slaughtering Saint Lord slowly spoke: “Although Junior Brother Zhu is the youngest among the three great heavens of the Cave Heaven, he is also in the Heaven Realm after all. The Dao Ancestor is no longer something we can control.”
The masters of the Golden Body Realm in Xiansheng Cave Heaven were silent, and no one spoke.
Life Master asked, "So that's it? With Daozu in charge of Dajing, Dajing will continue to expand. How can the Saint King gather the luck of the world?"
The Saint Lord of Slaughter slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes with brown pupils, and looked down at the Lord of Life coldly.
"I know that destiny is not on my side. You want me to gather the destiny of the world and wake up the King of Men, right?"
Facing his words, the Fate Lord was calm and said, "Indeed, but the two are not contradictory. The Saint King gets the luck, and the Fate gets the Human King. The Human King never cares about martial arts. He only hopes that the human race on this continent will have no worries."
The Saint Lord of Slaughter closed his eyes again, tapping the cane lightly with the black nail of his right index finger, wondering what he was thinking.
The hall fell into silence.
At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed into the hall with a trail of afterimages, and stood beside Mingzun. He bowed and saluted, and said, "Saint Lord, the Sword God has come out of seclusion, and he has already rushed towards Dajing. Daozu killed his disciple, and he is also known as Zhentianxia. His target should be Daozu."
Ming Zun turned his head and asked in surprise: "Sword God? Didn't he die a long time ago?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "That's just what people think. Two hundred years ago, the Sword God fought a decisive battle with the previous Saint Sovereign on the top of Wuzhu Mountain. During that battle, he entered the Heaven Realm and then retired. Two hundred years have passed, and his martial arts have reached an unimaginable level."
The Lord of Life was silent.
The masters in the Golden Body Realm also started discussing among themselves, recalling the power of the Sword God.
The Slaughtering Saint Lord slowly spoke, "The Sword God is indeed powerful. I am not sure I can deal with him, but the Dao Ancestor is even more unfathomable. He is suspected to be a master from another continent. We cannot be careless and cannot only place our hopes on the Sword God. I am ready to absorb the luck of the world and strive for a higher realm. When I succeed, this world will be more stable."
Life Master said immediately: "Absorbing the luck of the world? I'm afraid that Saint Monarch's move will bring disaster to the world!"
The Slaughtering Saint said calmly: "The catastrophe is only a threat to the present. If we don't get rid of the Dao Ancestor, overseas forces will invade in the future and the world will be devastated. Life Lord, you are the destiny. Don't forget the catastrophe thousands of years ago. Those legends as powerful as gods may not be just legends."
Ming Zun lowered his head, his chest heaving, obviously trying to adjust his emotions.
The Slaughtering Saint stood up, turned and walked towards the side hall, leaving a message: "Before the battle between the Sword God and the Dao Ancestor comes, Xiansheng Cave Heaven must not conflict with Dajing again."
All the masters in the Golden Body Realm stood up and respectfully escorted the Holy Lord of Slaughter back.
Ming Zun snorted coldly and left with a wave of his sleeves.
All the masters of the Golden Body Realm gathered in front of the middle-aged man and asked if they could see the Sword God with their own eyes.
The middle-aged man had a complicated expression on his face, and said, "I have seen it. The Sword God may have surpassed the Saint King and reached the realm that everyone in the Xiansheng Cave Heaven has spent their entire lives pursuing. Although the Saint King is cautious and does not dare to hope that the Sword God can kill the Dao Ancestor, I think the Dao Ancestor is likely to lose."
When these words were spoken, everyone else was moved.
"The Taoist master moved a thousand-foot-high mountain. Even Senior Zhu died in his hands. How can the Sword God be his enemy?"
"Yes, that Daozu is in charge of Dajing alone, making all forces in the world avoid him. Such a strong man is hard to come by in a thousand years."
"Not necessarily. The reason why the Sword God is the Sword God is that he has reached the highest level of swordsmanship. It is said that he can make all the swords of the world serve him, and even make all things in the world become his swords."
"You're saying that's too much. How could he be that strong?"
"Well, let's wait and see."
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In the forty-fifth year of Qianwu, in April, the sky was clear.
Jiang Changsheng was staring at Jiang Jian under the tree. At this moment, Jiang Jian was meditating in a huge medicine cauldron. The medicine was boiling and the hot air formed mist around him. Jiang Jian, with his upper body naked, had red skin, as if he was about to be cooked.
Jiang Jian was trying to reach the divine realm, so Jiang Changsheng specially prepared a pot of medicine to help him.
Bai Qi sighed, "This kid's physique is extraordinary. His Qi feels stronger than Arakawa's, and he hasn't even broken through yet."
Jiang Changsheng said softly: "It will be successful soon, today."
Once Jiang Jian succeeds in breaking through, he will be a god at the age of 29!
If this gets out, it will surely shock warriors all over the world.
At this time, a figure walked into the courtyard. It was Yu Yanyi.
She looked anxious , and just glanced at Jiang Jian quickly, then quickly came to Jiang Changsheng and whispered, "Daozu, something bad has happened. The Sword God is heading towards Dajing."
Jiang Changsheng stared at Jiang Jian and asked casually, "Who is the Sword God? Is he very strong?"
Yu Yanyi gritted her teeth and said, "Strong, very strong. It is said that the swords of the warriors he met along the way were sucked away by him and followed him forward. According to the disciples of the Fuyue family, there are millions of swords behind the Sword God, which are fifty miles long and suspended in the air following him. This kind of skill is incredible and unfathomable!"
