Chapter 325: Three Thousand Dharma Images, All Are Clones
"Life is so good now. I practice martial arts every day and watch Ziyu and the others grow up."
Mu Lingluo sighed, but her tone was a little regretful.
Jiang Changsheng glanced at her and said, "Why do you feel that what you said is not sincere?"
Mu Lingluo blinked and said, "It's just that there is a lack of fighting opportunities."
She has been combative since she was young, and coupled with the inheritance of the fighting spirit of Emperor Qiu Tianwu, she has always had a heart that pursues battle.
Jiang Changsheng couldn't help laughing. He looked at the sky outside Zixiao Palace and said softly, "You are overthinking it. There will be no shortage soon, and Tianjing will have to fight for a long time."
When Mu Lingluo heard this, he immediately asked the reason.
Jiang Changsheng did not hide anything. When she learned that all the races were going to attack Tianjing together, she was not panicked but rather excited.
"Then I must hurry up and become stronger, and strive to reach the realm of Martial Arts Saint King as soon as possible!"
After Mu Lingluo finished speaking, he stood up and left.
Jiang Changsheng raised the corner of his mouth. It was a good thing that Mu Lingluo had such fighting spirit.
He couldn't pass on his magic skills, so if Mu Lingluo wanted to live longer, he had to keep breaking through to higher realms.
One day, Tianjing and Tianting will involve the outside world. I hope that by then, Mu Lingluo and the people of Longqi Temple will be able to stand on their own.
…
In October, Jiang Changsheng issued an imperial edict and asked the Prime Minister's Office to pass it down. In less than five days, the edict spread to every corner of Tianjing. The edict announced the crisis of all races, causing an uproar in the world.
The myriad races of Taihuang want to encircle and annihilate the human race!
Such a crisis should have led to chaos in the country, but it did not. On the contrary, the people of Tianjing were inspired, thanks to the incitement and encouragement of countless believers.
In his sermons held once every ten years, Jiang Changsheng had already revealed the crisis facing Tianjing, claiming that the immortal path threatened the existence of the upper realm, and that the existence of the upper realm instigated all races to wipe out Tianjing. The believers were naturally indignant after hearing this, as they all wanted to become immortals, so they began to hate Taihuang God.
Jiang Changsheng did not exaggerate, and his position on the matter needs no further explanation.
The sentient beings in the martial arts world and Lord Taihuang are not on the same side. Lord Taihuang cares about his control over the martial arts world, while the believers care about their own possibility of becoming immortals. They don't care who created the martial arts world, and they are not grateful to Lord Taihuang for this. They only feel that Lord Taihuang has ruined their future.
In addition to the human race, there are also demons in the Shenyou world. It is said that a large number of demons are heading north and want to join Tianjing. Jiang Changsheng did not refuse this.
Sooner or later, Tianjing will become an inclusive holy dynasty dominated by the human race. In the future, the heavenly court will not only have humans as celestial officials, but all races will have opportunities.
After the imperial edict was issued, various places began to recruit troops, Lingshan opened up more places, and warriors all over the world began to practice martial arts diligently, striving to contribute to Tianjing when the catastrophe came.
Juqiang Province , Tianjing is the farthest province in Taihuang. It has seventeen cities built among the mountains. Looking from the sky, it looks like an array formation.
This state was originally established to resist the Qiangliang tribe, but later it was changed to resist strong enemies. At this moment, in the Juqiang State, the mountains and plains are full of warriors and soldiers practicing martial arts, and a large number of carcasses of ferocious beasts are being transported by warriors of high levels. Looking around, the sky and the ground are full of human figures, which is magnificent.
Tianjing's population has already exceeded 10 billion, and this is even after decades of turmoil. Otherwise, the population would be even greater. After Tianjing was established, the population has increased dramatically.
If Tianjing wants to face all races, he must truly become a human being. Ten billion people are definitely not enough.
There is a military camp stationed on a very high mountain. It is the main camp of the Tian Ce Army. Xu Tianji is standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the end of the sky and the earth. The sunset is sad and beautiful. The mountains at the end of the horizon are slightly fluctuating. The temperature here is rising.
A black-armored general descended from the sky and landed beside Xu Tianji. He said in a deep voice, "General, we have detected traces of an unknown race thousands of miles away. They move very quickly and we cannot hunt them down."
Xu Tianji frowned and said, "Pass the order down, no pursuit is allowed. With the Qiangliang tribe joining us, the race that dares to attack Tianjing first is definitely stronger than the Qiangliang tribe. We must not be careless!"
"Yes, sir!"
The black-armored general immediately leaped up and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Xu Tianji whistled, then took out paper and pen from his storage ring and began to write. When a eagle flew over, he put the secret letter into the small wooden tube next to the eagle's claws .
The Wanli Eagle flew away like lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xu Tianji took a deep breath, patted his face, and murmured: "Xu Tianji, ah Xu Tianji, you have been fighting for three hundred years, why are you still nervous?"
He knew in his heart that he was not afraid of the enemy, but was afraid of losing face in front of Jiang Changsheng.
Ever since Jiang Changsheng restored him to the position of commander-in-chief, he has been holding back his desire to prove himself to Jiang Changsheng.
He failed miserably the last time he faced the Qiangliang tribe and didn't want to repeat the same mistake.
…
The beginning of January in the 20th year of Xianyuan.
In order to defeat the powerful state, a man was welcomed into the state capital, which made the state capital lively and all the soldiers in the city were very excited.
The Holy Lord is here!
During these two months, the Tian Ce Army had obtained a lot of intelligence and even had conflicts. Without exception, whenever Tianjing's soldiers faced the mysterious alien race, they would undoubtedly be defeated and would have a chance of death.
In the provincial government, inside the city lord’s mansion.
All the soldiers gathered, but Jiang Changsheng was nowhere to be seen.
Yang Zheng walked in quickly, and the soldiers immediately stood up and looked outside to see where the emperor was.
"Don't look at it. His Majesty has already gone to live in the monastery. We are not allowed to disturb him. When the war starts, His Majesty will take action. We will just wait for his orders. His Majesty will not let us die."
Yang Zheng spoke up, and the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Zheng sat on the first seat and said, "Jiang Tianming and Ji Wujun are here too. They have joined the Tiance Army. This is the first battle between Tianjing and the Ten Thousand Clans. We must win. After Your Majesty has dealt with most of the powerful enemies, we also need to prove ourselves. We cannot rely solely on Your Majesty. Do you understand?"
He glanced at the soldiers with sharp eyes, and the three most powerful generals of the Yang family were among them.
"clear!"
All the soldiers responded in unison.
At this time, Yang Yuanxiong, who was as burly as a giant bear, asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, Jiang Tianming, and Ji Wujun are all here. What should we do if the enemy attacks Tianjing?"
When these words were spoken, everyone was moved.
Although Tianjing is strong, his foundation is far from enough compared to the powerful tribes in Taihuang.
Yang Zheng snorted, "With His Majesty here, what are we afraid of? Don't forget that His Majesty is the ancestor of all immortals. He just came to the mortal world to gain experience. He has three thousand Dharma images, all of which are clones. Tian Jing will have his protection. Who can tell whether the His Majesty in the state is the real one?"
When the soldiers heard this, they all looked fanatical.
Since Jiang Changsheng ascended the throne, his followers have stood up, and his previous tricks have been exaggerated into legends, making him even more mysterious.
Even if Jiang Changsheng did not hold morning court and meet with his ministers, no ministers dared to act recklessly.
There is a god above your head!
The god is the ancestor of Taoism!
Man acts and God watches, and this God is the ancestor of Taoism!
The other side.
In Zixiao Palace, Jiang Changsheng was practicing martial arts. The one he sent to Ju Qiangzhou was indeed his clone, and the clone was enough to handle the situation.
The art of clone is to divide his magic power into two. Even if it is a clone, it is equivalent to a worth of 300 billion, while the entire powerful army that attacked this time is only more than 200 billion.
How to lose?
The strongest of this powerful tribe is very strong, with a net worth of 8 billion and the aura of more than 20 Martial Emperors. No wonder they dared to come when the Qiangliang tribe failed.
Jiang Changsheng hadn't shown his divine power for a long time, and he was actually looking forward to it.
The enemy seemed to be waiting for something and was not in a hurry to attack. Jiang Changsheng was also not in a hurry. The more and stronger the enemies were, the greater his survival reward would be.
This is the first battle between Tian Jing and the Wanzu clans, and we must fight with great fanfare!
Jiang Changsheng closed his eyes and concentrated on practicing.
…
In a desert a million miles away from Juqiang Province, terrifying figures were hidden in the wind and sand, motionless.
At the edge of the desert, in the woods, a group of warriors were spying from afar, led by Xu Mang.
"What race are those guys? Such a strong smell of blood."
"Why aren't they moving? Are they waiting for other races to arrive?"
"That's right, most likely. We are facing the myriad races of Taihuang. Why doesn't Your Majesty take the lead in attacking?"
"Your Majesty can definitely deal with them, but we can't. If Your Majesty can handle it all by himself, how can we train? What's the point of Your Majesty raising us ?"
"Keep your voice down, don't alarm them."
Xu Mang ignored his men's comments and stared at the desert. For some reason, he felt like something was staring at him.
at the same time.
In the desert, there was a large open space in the middle of countless figures. A humanoid bone worm was sitting on a hill. Looking closely, the figures in the distance were all the same as him, with human-like bodies covered with white bone armor, heads like ants, and hands like two bone blades, flashing cold light.
The leading humanoid bone worm had a pair of bone wings and was surrounded by a sinister bloody aura.
"Is the Zhurong tribe still coming?"
He spoke slowly, his voice cold.
A voice came from the wind and sand: "The tribesmen on the edge have already smelled the damn hot breath of the Zhurong tribe."
"Haha, it seems that the Zhurong tribe is very cautious."
The Blood Qi Bone Worm sneered, paused, and spoke again: "Send a tribe to go to war and test Tianjing's strength."
"Yes, sir!"
The voice in the wind and sand responded.
Just at this moment.
A strong wind came from the sky, dispersing the sandstorms within a radius of ten thousand miles. The sand around the Blood-Energy Bone Worm was crushed and collapsed, revealing bare rocky strata. A flaming figure fell in front of the Blood-Energy Bone Worm.
The blood-qi bone worm only resembles a human in body shape, while the visitor looks no different from humans, except that his body is extremely huge and strong, over a hundred feet tall, and he wears clothes made of the fur of ferocious beasts.
He was shaped like a big man, with a head full of flames that fluttered like long hair, a ferocious face, and skin covered with flame streaks. He had cold eyes and slowly opened his big mouth, exhaling a burning breath.
"Di Ming, is this all the force your clan has sent?"
The flaming man sneered, staring at the bloody bone worm with murderous intent in his eyes.
The blood-qi bone worm known as Di Ming slowly said, "Has the Zhurong clan come out in full force?"
The flaming man showed a cruel smile and said, "After we deal with the human race, we can fight again."
