Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 312

  Chapter 312 begins!

  After simple repairs, Xuantian Pavilion has rebuilt several buildings on the ruins, but the decline and decay are obvious to the naked eye.

   There are only a few dozen disciples, and it is no longer the grand occasion.

  Song Zhijie landed on the field and glanced at the audience, his eyes paused on Xiao Zhengqing, whose right arm was empty, and he couldn't help but sigh softly:

"You have worked hard."

   "Senior." Xiao Zhengqing's eyes were red, and he knelt down and cried loudly:

   "I beg the senior to be the master and avenge all the brothers and sisters!"

   "Clatter..."

  Everyone in the field immediately knelt down and shouted in unison:

   "I beg the senior to kill Xing Tiancheng!"

   "Punish the punishment Libra!"

   "Don't worry." Song Zhijie looked solemn, and said in a deep voice:

   "As a disciple of the Xuantian Union, Xing Tiancheng has learned everything he has learned from the sect, but he doesn't want to serve the sect, but instead commits killing."

   "The elders of Killing Heaven Pavilion, Uncle Li, and all the disciples of the disciples were all killed. Song will never let this ungrateful person go."

"Certainly!"

   "Slay this dog!"

  Zhou Jia stood behind the crowd, silent.

  Song Zhijie is the deputy leader of the Xuantian Union, the Dinghai Shenzhen of the Song family, a silver powerhouse at the peak of the second-order god, and has a lifespan of three years.

  At this time, she was wearing an indigo long dress, and a sword-shaped bone hairpin was inserted into her hair. She had a regular appearance, with a short beard, and was extremely masculine.

   But to be honest, this person has a bad reputation.

  On the surface, it looks like a gentleman's work, but in fact it is sinister and vicious. It will do everything to achieve its goals, and treachery is even more common.

  Even Li Guxin had some criticisms about him.

  However, this does not change the fact that he is the most powerful person in the Xuantian Union, and Wan Dao Senluo is a master of fusion and martial arts.

and…

  He is also one of the few people who has achieved something in the three altars.

   After comforting everyone, Song Zhijie stepped forward and laughed before saying anything:

   "A few days ago, I heard that another Baiyin was born in the alliance. Song has not had time to celebrate in the future. I don't want Brother Zhou to have reached the second rank."

   "Really..."

   "The sky is endless, my Xuantian League!"

   "Senior was joking." Zhou Jia lowered his head and sighed softly:

   "Failed to prevent Xing Tiancheng from committing murder, and even let him escape, this junior is ashamed."

  He will not have any objections to Song Zhijie just because of what outsiders say. How can he be an ordinary person to get to this point.

  It doesn't matter whether it's sinister or treacherous.

   Just because the opponent can become one of the few top powerhouses in Hong Zeyu is enough to be admired, and his own reputation is even worse.

   "Enough is enough."

  Song Zhijie sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to signal:

   "We talk inside."

"Yes."

  Zhou Jia nodded.

  The hall was empty, and everyone else had retreated. When there were only two people left, Song Zhijie gently stroked his beard and said slowly:

   "Brother Zhou achieved the second level, is it because of asking the Dharma in the three altars?"

Um?

  Zhou Jia raised his head, his eyes moved slightly:

   "There is a reason for that."

   "Brother Zhou, don't be surprised." Song Zhijie smiled lightly:

   "In recent years, anyone who has entered the three altars to ask the Dharma will be promoted to the second level in a short period of time. Otherwise, there is no reason for the Xuantian Union to cling to an incomplete Dharma door."

   "It's just that Brother Zhou's cultivation is progressing too fast."

   Not just fast.

   It's unbelievably fast!

  Even if other people have completed the Three Altars of Questioning, it will take three to five years to advance, which is like three to five days like this one.

  However, during this period of time, unimaginable things happened one after another, not only Zhou Jia, but Xing Tianliang, who was in his early twenties, was even more exaggerated in his cultivation.

   "I want to ask my seniors for advice."

  Zhoujia positive color opening:

   "What exactly is the true spirit referred to in the three altar questions?"

   "This..." Song Zhijie smiled wryly:

"I do not know either."

   "There are many records left in the Foundation Alliance. Every true spirit who realizes it seems to be different, and the blessings for themselves are also different."

   "Some can strengthen the body, some can nourish the spirit, and some can pull out poison and drive away evil spirits."

   "Maybe there is more than one true spirit?"

   As he spoke, he shook his head again and again.

   Zhou Jia was thoughtful.

   "I don't know what benefits Brother Zhou's true spirit can bring?" Song Zhijie was curious, and said at the same time:

   "The old man realized the existence of the true spirit back then, and his perception became extremely sharp. Others can detect any changes in their hearts."

   "I..." Zhou Jia pondered for a while, and said:

   "It seems to be the effect of being invulnerable to all poisons."

  He did feel the existence of the true spirit when he broke the second level, but because of the relationship between the dragon and the tiger, the benefits brought by the true spirit are not obvious.

   It's just that when you practice, your progress is a little faster.

   An imperceptible trace.

   "That's it!" Song Zhijie understood, and took out a booklet from his body and handed it over:

   "Three altars to ask the Dharma is just the deduction of the sacred monk Yanfa back then. The Dharma is not complete. The so-called manifestation of the true spirit may be just a lie."

   "But it is true to be able to comprehend the true spirit. This booklet contains the comprehension left by fellow practitioners who have practiced this method over the years."

   "You can learn a thing or two."

   "Thank you, senior." Zhou Jia stood up seriously.

   "It should." Song Zhijie waved his hand:

   "I am also a member of the Xuantian Union, so I should watch out and help each other. Mo Shang will also come over in a few days. He also has a certain understanding of the three altars. You can communicate with him more."

  As for the true spirit, everyone's experience is almost all from Yanfa's speculation, and the so-called practice is just crossing the river by feeling the stones.

even.

   At the end, I found that this road is not going to work at all, and it may not be.

   Not only the Xuantian Union.

  The same is true for other ethnic groups in the practice of the silver realm. They are also groping in the mist, hoping to encounter that miracle.

   "Yes." Zhou Jia answered yes, and asked:

   "Senior came here this time, but for Xing Tiancheng?"

   "It's not just him." Song Zhijie sighed softly when he heard the words, and said:

   "The holy mountain is about to change, I have to come, and then I have to trouble Brother Zhou to go there. After all, it is related to the life and death of all the clans in Hongzeyu."

   "Punishment scale..."

   "It's second."

   Although Xing Tiancheng killed Li Guxin and everyone in Xuantian Pavilion, the crime he committed is unforgivable, but he is just a crazy Baiyin after all.

   Harm is limited after all.

  Zhao Fujia is different. He may control the life and death of countless people.

  Holy Mountain.

   Zhou Jia looked back and looked into the distance.

  Zhao Yuan was dressed in Chinese clothes, a crown on his head, and Yunlong boots on his feet. He stepped into the hall step by step, and looked at Zhao Fujia who was sitting cross-legged in the hall.

   "You still don't give up?"

  His hands behind his back, slowly narrating a fact:

   "It's useless. Back then, I was killed by a golden creature, and I was still resurrected. So what if you advanced to gold?"

  Zhao Yuan is not very old, at least he is inconspicuous among a group of strong silver men, but the tone of his speech now seems to be teaching the younger generation.

  The expression is even more natural.

  Walking with his hands behind his back, facing the void and guarding against the wind, like a fairy coming to the world, his eyes overlooking the common people are even more indifferent.

   That is indifference to life.

  Zhao Fujia opened his eyes indifferently:

   "Give me liberty or give me death."

   "Why bother!"

  Zhao Yuan shook his head:

"I've said it many times, even if you die, you can't change anything, why don't you work with me to find a way to solve the confinement of the bloodline, as long as there is no problem with the bloodline inheritance, how many people can I kill even if I use the reincarnation of the physical body of my descendants? "

   "Really?" Zhao Fujia grinned slightly, without saying a word about his proposal, and said lightly:

   "Then what are you afraid of?"

  Zhao Yuan was silent.

  Long time.

   Fang spoke again:

   "I'll ask you one last time, must it be so?"

"Ah…"

  Zhao Fujia sighed lightly, closed his eyes and bowed his head, ignoring his meaning at all.

"it is good!"

  Zhao Yuan nodded:

   "I'd like to see what tricks you can play. The blood of the Zhao family was created by me. No one can change this!"

   "I have the right to deal with everyone in the Zhao family."

"you!"

"not excluded!"

   After taking a deep look at Zhao Fujia, Zhao Yuan walked back.

   Dark room.

  Zhao Yuan pushed the door and entered.

  Hundreds of people had already gathered here, knelt down and kept silent.

   "Mica!"

   "The subordinate is here."

  A stout woman looked up when she heard the sound.

   "You bring the materials of the Three Zen Schools and a hundred children. From now on, go to the north of Hongzeyu. The farther you go, the better!"

"Yes."

  Fat woman should be.

   "Nine days!"

   "The subordinate is here."

  A middle-aged man with an indifferent face should be holding hands.

   "You arrange three lines of royal blood, take the sword-winged eagle and go south. After leaving Hongzeyu, find a safe place to stop and protect them from growing up."

   "Don't declare, don't return!"

"Yes!"

   "Little."

"exist!"

   Orders were issued one after another. Under Zhao Yuan's arrangement, many people with royal blood were arranged to be sent outside Hongzeyu.

   More than 20 routes, hundreds of blood inheritance, and even the protection of black iron masters.

  Even in the treacherous and unpredictable Ruins Realm, far away from Hongzeyu, as long as you are careful, there are still a few paths that can survive with a great probability.

   "As long as there is Zhao family blood, I will never die."

  Zhao Yuan sat on the stone chair, his expression indifferent like a mountain rock that has not changed for thousands of years, it seems that no matter what happens, it will not change:

   "Even if the scourge comes and Hong Zeyu is completely destroyed, I will be fine, not to mention...you can't become gold at all."

   "Zhao Fujia, don't forget who taught you all your abilities!"

"it's me!"

   He muttered to himself, looked up at the top of the dark room, his eyes flickering.

   One time.

  Memory seems to go back hundreds of years.

  At that time, he was still unknown, just a martial artist who got a chance, but he dreamed of being famous all over the world one day.

   Until.

  He met a certain princess of the royal Lin family.

   Enmity and enmity...

  Things have changed...

  Long time.

  A foolish laughter sounded:

   "As long as you can not die, it is nothing to sacrifice your own blood. I believe that many people will make the same choice as me."

  As the vibration of the holy mountain intensified, more and more powerful people appeared near the capital, and more and more people sensed something was wrong and stayed away from Taiping Mansion.

  Xuantian Union has two more silvers.

  One of them is Mo Shang whom Zhou Jia once met, Bai Yin, who is known as Qi Penetrating Mountains and Rivers, and broke through to the second level of Qi a few years ago.

   Another white bird, a tall lady of the second rank of God.

  Plus Zhou Jia of the second level of Jingyuan.

   Almost all Tier 2 Silvers from the Xuantian Union were present.

   "Boom..."

  The mountains trembled.

  Somewhere above the clouds.

  Song Zhijie's hand that stroked his beard slightly paused:

"Time is up."

"Time is up!"

  The voice of the prince of the Gauls in Feimu World shouted towards the holy mountain from the air:

   "Zhao Fujia, let me ask you again, are you willing to abandon the holy mountain?"

  The mountains are dead.

   No response.

time,

   Slowly passing.

   Until a certain moment.

   "Let's do it!"

   Someone spoke.

   "Wow..."

  Somewhere in the open and quiet waters, ripples suddenly appeared, and as the ripples spread, a huge battleship broke out of the water.

   "Three-section rotation starts!"

   "Lock coordinates!"

   "Northeast oblique 1.692 degrees, three thousand seven hundred and forty-one miles, holy mountain!"

   "Get ready for the countdown!"

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

   "Fire!"

  Holy Church.

   More than a hundred transferred mages and digital legends sat cross-legged around a huge magic circle.

   "Om..."

  The magic circle is full of aura.

   "Get ready for the God Killing Spear!"

   "Spell!"

   "Original Marrow!"

   "Activate the formation!"

   "Receive and guide, the holy mountain thirty thousand miles away, nine combos!"

   Dili family.

  Thousands of giant metals with a size of 100 meters slowly protruded from the ground, and unfolded against the three days, blooming a spiritual light that is hard to see directly.

   "Three-phase displacement array drive!"

   "Devil Killing Thorn!"

   "Enter coordinates!"

   "Confirm the coordinates!"

   "Prepare..."

   "Launch!"

   "Boom!"

   One after another of dazzling auras rushed straight into the sky, thousands of auras gathered in the sky, and then the void flickered, and the auras disappeared.

   Naturally, the aura did not disappear for no reason, but at an extreme speed, beyond the scope of visual perception.

  Even the strong silver man can only see the fleeting light and the terrifying power that can make people jump.

  At the same moment, the military headquarters, Xuantian Union, etc. all took action.

   "Boom..."

  The ban on the holy mountain was obviously on the verge of collapse, the trembling became more intense, and cracks appeared in the air mechanism that separated the inside and outside.

   In the middle of the main hall.

  Zhao Fujia got up slowly, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked slowly to the front of the main hall.

Looked up.

  The obvious perception allowed him to clearly perceive that several destructive forces were coming, which was an irresistible terrifying force.

   It is the bottom of the box for the military and various ethnic groups.

   As long as it is not a golden creature, once hit, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving.

  Even the strongest person in Hong Zeyu is no exception!

"coming!"

  Feeling the danger approaching in the dark, Zhao Fujia smiled instead of being startled, raised his head, spread his arms, and completely opened the seal of the holy mountain.

at the same time.

  A terrifying, crazy, and endless breath suddenly emerged.

   "Boom!"

  Just the pure pressure of the breath caused the clouds within hundreds of miles to shatter, and the endless creatures were all shocked under its power.

   Even the silver strong.

not excluded!

"what is that?"

"This is impossible!"

   "Gold!"

  Sounds of exclamation and surprise came from all directions.

  Zhou Jia's body tensed up, trembling slightly under the terrifying power, his steel teeth clenched, his eyes fixed on the holy mountain.

"This is impossible!"

  Song Zhijie even yelled:

   "Zhao Fujia can never be so strong!"

  Power alone can overwhelm a lot of silver and make it difficult to move. This is definitely not something that a mere third-tier silver can do.

   "Not Zhao Fujia."

  Brown manifested the aura of the angry king, but he could only protect his surroundings. He said in a deep voice:

   "This breath is not Zhao Fujia."

  (end of this chapter)

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