Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 63 Too good, the saint breaks peach branches!
"Although the God Transformation Realm is the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, the brain has mutated, has a strong spiritual will, can control the physical body to a subtle degree, can hide the blood, just like an ordinary person, but it can't escape my perception!"

In the imperial tent, Jiang Shirong shook his head resolutely, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his words were full of confidence: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry too much. With your ministers around, even if there are a hundred martial saints in the world, you can't even think about getting one step closer to your Majesty."

"Shi Rong, I know your loyalty to the imperial court and to me. You are the number one martial artist in the world. You suppressed the world's martial arts luck for my Great Zhou. However, there are constant wars on the border. There are Mang, Daluo, and Wei in the north. Remnants, there are foreign countries in the west, barbarians in the south, and hundreds of thousands of mountain monsters, facing each other across the sea, the wolf ambitions of the kamikaze countries, it is too hard for you alone to support!"

Emperor Jing's eyes were deep and he had a long-term plan, "My Great Zhou needs more martial saints and strong men. In the past ten years, two martial saints have appeared one after another in Daluo Jinyanzong, which has already threatened the stability of the border of Great Zhou!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, when our battle with Beimang is over, I will personally go to Daluo and take off the head of a martial saint from Jin Yanzong!"

Jiang Shirong's voice was cold and his tone was relaxed. To him, a martial sage seemed to be no different from a martial arts slave in the Hou's mansion.

"So good!"

Emperor Jing nodded in relief. He seemed to have thought of something, and said slowly: "Speaking of which, one of your sons' heirs is responsible for my three strategies for restraining recklessness. His name is Jiang Li, and I am very interested in him!"

"Your Majesty, although this son of mine has some abilities, he is perverse and domineering, and his status is also somewhat special, so he should not be reused by the Holy One!" Jiang Shirong said with a bow.

"You mean, he is the son born to you and Princess Tianzhu!"

Jing Huang's eyes flashed, a little surprised.

"That's right, although he hasn't developed a rebellious heart against me, Da Zhou, he has to guard against it. After all, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. Many times, things will not develop according to his wishes!" Jiang Shirong's voice was meticulous, There is no trace of emotion.

"Shi Rong, the change of dynasties is like the unstoppable rush of a great river. My Great Zhou came into being. It is the result of the choice of Dao and heaven. When I was still a prince, I made great wishes for the world. The first emperor!"

Emperor Jing's voice was not loud, but every word and sentence could faintly have the sound of dragons chant and phoenix cries, and the breath of heaven and earth resonated with it, "I have the ambition to be a hero in the world, and all the talents and talents of Kyushu will be used by me. I bow my head and surrender. I have the confidence !
"However, Jiang Li is your son. You can decide how to deal with it. My Great Zhou has a wealth of talents and talents. Although Jiang Li is not inferior to him, if he can be used by the Great Zhou and become the cornerstone for me to rule Kyushu, it will be natural. It couldn't be better!"

"Shi Rong wrote down the words of the Holy Majesty!"

Jiang Shirong nodded respectfully, and after hearing the Kyushu heavy weapon in Emperor Jing's words, he paused slightly, as if he had something to say.

But at this moment, under the smoke of energy in the distance, there was a sound that shook the universe and resounded through the world.

"Liu Honglie re-entered the realm of Martial Saints, the grace of poetry bestowed by my brother, Liu will never forget it!"

The majestic sound was like thunder from the nine heavens, instantly resounding throughout the entire Xishan camp thousands of miles away, shaking endlessly.

"Liu Honglie, it turned out to be him!"

"Isn't his physical body damaged and his martial arts will collapsed?"

"Eighteen years ago, he was half a step into the realm of martial sages, and he was brave enough to win the three armies, but he encountered Beimang Daoist No. 18 at the bank of Hannan Lake. Lost, the realm retreated, lost an arm outside the Jigu Temple in Tianjian Gorge, and fell from then on!"

"Giving poems? Could it be that his re-entry into Martial Saint has something to do with poetry!"

"A poem can make a martial artist suddenly realize, what kind of lines are those lines, what kind of literary demeanor!"

In the Xishan camp, countless people looked up at the smoke of energy and the spirit of boxing that soared into the sky, they were astonished and shocked, and couldn't control themselves.

There is no one in a thousand masters at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm who have entered the Martial Saint Realm.

And Liu Honglie has been depressed for 18 years and returned to the realm of martial arts, which is unprecedented.

Eighteen years ago, Liu Honglie was an army general who was as famous as Jiang Shirong. Today, if he returns to the holy realm, what kind of achievements will he achieve.

"Phoenix nirvana, withered tree spring!"

At the foot of the mountain at the other end of the Xishan paddock, there is a forest of dead trees that have been burned by the fire. The trees are withered and the ground is scorched black.

Six years ago, 32 masters of Taoism from the Yinyue Temple in the Great Food Country of the Western Regions failed to assassinate Emperor Jing.

Yinyue's evil method aroused a strange fire, and burned all the trees in this forest. Even today, the remaining power of the evil method still infiltrates the earth, and not a single blade of grass grows.

At this time, in the dead and desolate forest of dead trees, there is a beautiful woman standing in the air.

She was wearing a long white dress, a large coat embroidered with golden silk patterns, and a long jasmine tulle on her arm, like a goddess descending from the mortal world.

Her long jet-black hair was tied into a bun, and a hollow gold hairpin was inserted obliquely, decorated with dots of purple jade, tassels sprinkled on the blue silk, her eyes were like water, but with a touch of coldness, she seemed to be able to see through the truth of everything in the world.

In the distance, the smoke of the spirit energy rises, and the pure and yang breath spreads, spreading like the warmth of the sun, the grass and trees are in spring, and the dead trees regenerate.

The sound of creaking and creaking came and went one after another in the forest, and the dead trees rejuvenated and began to grow.

The pink buds bloomed on the branches again, like rouge and clouds, wrapping the woman in a sea of ​​flowers.

"Longevity has no place to find. Dreams go away with the clouds. The fate between me and you began in the peach forest. I have been in love for three lifetimes. Today, the fate is gone, but I don't want someone to send it to me for you. The way of heaven and earth is unpredictable, and good fortune tricks people." , that's all, I'm going away, I won't see you in this life!"

With slender jade fingers, the woman folded off a peach blossom and put it in a bun. She landed on the ground, her long skirt dragging the floor, and she walked towards the camp in the Xishan paddock with lotus steps.

Ten miles away, under the smoke of spirit energy, the mountain temple is as warm as spring, and a majestic and mighty man like a demon stands proudly, with black hair fluttering.

The pure and yang aura enveloped the entire temple, Jiang Li, the four of them and the three old soldiers were all enveloped in it.

It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be able to personally experience and witness Wufu stepping into the holy realm.

Feeling the spirit of Wu Shengquan and the will of martial arts can not only sharpen the mind, comprehend the mysteries of the great way, but also inspire various principles and spirits.

No matter what pulse is repaired, it can improve the spiritual realm.

Once enlightened, it is enough to be worth ten years of penance!
And the boxing spirit of Nirvana rebirth has the miraculous effect of rejuvenating vitality and accumulating all things.

Everyone was shrouded in the spirit of boxing, and the majestic blood energy exuding from Wu Sheng also nourished them.

The old soldiers were radiant, with straight backs and tall bodies, as if they were more than 20 years younger. The blood that had started to dry up was reawakened and re-entered the prime of life.

The old man Tu's old face was full of wrinkles, the wrinkles stretched out, the hoarse panting echo in his heart almost disappeared, and the light in his cloudy eyes began to condense.

Mo Yunliang's eyes were closed tightly, his half-white hair turned black again, and most of the vitality lost in his body due to Qi training has also been made up, at least more than ten years longer.

The blood flow in Jiang Xuanxin's body circulated, his viscera and six organs were full of vitality, his vigor was vigorous, and his vigor soared, there were faint signs of stepping into the late stage of Jiaowu Realm.

But the one who gained the most was Jiang Li.

But at this moment, Jiang Li has no time to feel the changes in himself, and the "one-armed veteran Qian Zongqi", who has returned to the realm of martial saint, is bowing to him.

"Liu Honglie has re-entered the realm of Martial Saints, and the little brother bestowed him with poetry, which Liu will never forget!"

"Liu Honglie? You are Liu Honglie, Marquis of Qianjun!"

Jiang Li froze on the spot when he heard that.

(End of this chapter)