Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 233 The ancestral method, innovating with the old and bringing forth the new

The wind drifted away, leaving behind Zhang Ji, Xuan Baiwei and the three men in the corner of the pavilion.

The flat lake has no waves, no waves, and a slight chill. With Zhang Ji's cultivation, these chills are insignificant, but at this moment, his heart is inexplicably cold.

Xuan Bai slightly lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, the gloomy look on his face became more intense, and it was clear that he was not at peace in his heart.

"You two, my sister has always been rigid in her behavior. She is obviously a monk of the younger generation, but she does not have the vitality that young people should have.

Don't worry about her words.

I have also heard about things in the Wancheng Realm and the Kunlun Realm. Not every disciple of the Temple of Truth is afraid of trouble. At least, I, Feng Yan, am not afraid of any evil hands. "

The three-headed man in the corner of the pavilion suddenly spoke. After Feng Xi left, he seemed to feel much more natural.

Zhang Ji looked at him and smiled back. He had already guessed Feng Yan's identity. After all, the only person in this world who could inherit Chunyang Tianzun with three heads and six arms was Feng Yan in front of him in the entire Feng family.

"This is the meaning of the gods of the Temple of Truth. As a divine disciple of the Temple of Truth, brother Feng Yan still wants to violate the oracle of the gods?" Xuan Baiwei asked with a slight snort.

Feng Yan laughed loudly, and a burst of vitality suddenly appeared on his body.

“There is more than one god in the Temple of Truth, and not every god has the same attitude.

What's more, disputes in the secular world should be decided by monks in the holy realm, and gods should not get involved.

I know that Brother Xuan has a grudge against the Temple of Truth because of what happened in the Wancheng Realm, but what I want to say is that there are many monks in the Temple of Truth, and each monk has his own different ideas. Some people are content with what they see, and some People are brave enough to move forward, and some people want to change the situation in the world, stand on the forefront of the trend, and ride the tide. "

"Brother Xuan is a member of the Wancheng Realm. I guess the Wancheng Realm is not monolithic. Otherwise, why would it be called Wancheng?"

Feng Yan's words were obviously to express that he and Feng Xi were not the same kind of people, and he was unwilling to give in to the black hands behind the Temple of Truth, and even the gods behind him were the same.

Xuan Baiwei's eyes gradually changed as she looked at him, suppressing the dissatisfaction in her heart.

"I wonder what kind of person you said Brother Feng Yan is?"

Feng Yan opened three pairs of eyes together, one pair was black and white, one pair was pure black, and one pair was pure white.

A mountain of powerful fighting spirit burst out from him, causing Zhang Ji and Xuan Baiwei, two men with better cultivation than him, to look slightly sideways.

“The Wind Clan has been passed down for eternity, and the man with three heads and six arms has always been the God of War of the Wind Clan.

Feng Yan also has a heart to ascend to the God of War in this life. "

Zhang Ji stood aside and kept looking at Feng Yan. Feng Yan was worthy of the Feng Clan's reputation of three heads and six arms. His fighting spirit alone was already better than countless people in the world of heaven.

From his body, Zhang Ji vaguely saw Zhang Ruochen's three-dimensional shadow.

"Investigating the Black Hand requires a long-term plan, and I will do my best to investigate secretly.

I hit it off with the two of you, and I would like to invite you to come with me to cross the sea of ​​truth. Is that possible? "Feng Yan said with a smile.

Zhang Ji smiled lightly when he heard this and said, "Brother Feng Yan and I haven't even said a word yet, so why did we feel like old friends at first sight?"

"Comrade, I don't need to say too much. Brother Zhang entered the Lingguan Palace with his back to the Heavenly Court, but he was still willing to destroy the Blood God's dojo, kill the monks from the Black Demon Realm, and offend the factions in the Heavenly Realm for the sake of the Kunlun Realm. Just because of this love and righteousness , Brother Zhang, I, Feng Yan, have decided to make this friend.

By the way, two days ago, Brother Zhang's biological brother, Zhang Ruochen, the divine envoy of the Guanghan Realm, broke the Jingxiang Cliff with his sword, causing quite a stir in the Realm of Truth. Such an outstanding person, if he has the opportunity, would like to invite him Brother Zhang recommended me. "

Without Feng Xi, Feng Yan looked very warm, completely different from the person who stood there silently like a sculpture before.

Has Zhang Ruochen already reached the Realm of Truth? He can contact him later. In Zhang Ji's view, every power in the Realm of Truth is particularly precious.

"There will definitely be this opportunity. Maybe Brother Feng Yan can get acquainted with Ninth Brother without me."

"Crossing the Sea of ​​Truth is exactly what I want. The last time I came to the Realm of Truth, I stopped at the fifth level of the sea. This time, I want to see if I can break through the fifth level of the sea. Brother Zhang, do you want to go with us?" Xuanbaiweidao.

Zhang Ji nodded, "I am also very curious about the Sea of ​​Truth. Let's go together."

The Sea of ​​Truth is not far from the Temple of Truth.

The three of them took the sky boat together and soon arrived at the seaside.

The Sea of ​​Truth is not very broad. Each of the ten layers of the sea is only thirty miles wide. Compared with the Temple of Truth, which is often thousands of miles high, it is like a small puddle.

However, there are means left by the gods of the Temple of Truth in the sea area. It is three hundred miles away. Over the past 100,000 years, those who can cross the ten levels of sea and reach the other side are only thirteen people below the divine realm, and they are all the great saints. , no one under the Great Sage can do it.

Thousands of monks from all walks of life gathered on the coast, some came to cross the sea, and some came to watch the show.

Feng Yan's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many people.

The children of the Wind Clan and the divine disciples of the Temple of Truth are much more famous in the Heaven of Truth than Zhang Ji and Xuan Baiwei.

It was not the first time for Xuan Baiwei and Feng Yan to come to the Sea of ​​Truth. They knew the situation of the Sea of ​​Truth very well. Only Zhang Ji looked around, looking very curious.

Feng Yan explained to him: 'Brother Zhang, to cross the sea of ​​truth, you can only take the boat of truth. There are ten boats of truth. When this group of monks cross the sea, it will be our turn. ’

Although Zhang Ji came to the Sea of ​​Truth for the first time, he still knew a little about the rules of the Sea of ​​Truth through memory, and just smiled and nodded.

Soon, the first group of monks crossing the sea fell into the sea one after another, and reluctantly walked aside, and the ten boats of truth leaned against the coast again.

The three of them each boarded a boat of truth, and soon there were monks crossing the sea on the other seven boats of truth.

These people are all well-known figures in the Realm of Truth now. The three of them crossed the sea together, but they attracted many confident geniuses to compete with the three of them.

The other seven people standing on the boat of truth are all at the level of holy kings. Each of them is a successor of the ancient religion, a prince of the dynasty, and one of them is the son of a god.

Zhang Ji stood on the boat of truth and did not pay attention to other boats of truth. He just stood firmly on the boat and looked forward with expectation in his eyes.

Crossing the Sea of ​​Truth, in addition to gaining the training time to enter the Temple of Truth and being rewarded with the Heavenly Order of Truth, the most precious thing is the secret of truth that is awarded to those who cross the sea at the genius level.

Mysterious truth is a treasure that is extremely important to the gods and will be flocked to. The way of truth is the eternal way. No one in the entire universe can dismiss it.

Zhang Ji considers himself to be very talented, but he is not completely sure that he can obtain the secret of truth.

"You'll know after you cross the first level of the sea first." The ten boats of truth set off together, and their speeds were almost the same.

Except for Zhang Ji, it was not the first time for anyone else to cross the Sea of ​​Truth. At least they were geniuses who had crossed two levels of the Sea of ​​Truth. Otherwise, they would not have the confidence to cross the sea with Feng Yan, the divine disciple.

Zhang Ji stood on the bow of the boat, stabilizing the boat of truth with his body. The boat sailed smoothly to the end of the first level of sea area, and was blocked by the light curtain between the two levels of sea area.

After crossing the Sea of ​​Truth for the first time, he reached the gate of the first level of the sea. He was already a rare being.

Zhang Ji looked up and saw a dazzling holy light burst out from the light screen of the formation. The holy light and the special rules in the Sea of ​​Truth came together to form a silver-armored holy general.

The holy general came riding the waves, and his holy voice was as loud as the heavenly constitution.

"Those who cross the sea, if you defeat me, you can enter the second level of the sea."

After saying this, the Silver-armored Holy General waved his fist and punched Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji also punched and collided with the Silver Armored Saint General's fist.

The power unleashed by the Silver-armored Saint General is only at the level of the Second-Step Saint King. If it were elsewhere, Zhang Ji could kill the Second-Step Saint King with one punch, but in the Sea of ​​Truth, he needs to devote a lot of energy to steady his feet. Once the boat of truth crashes into the sea, it means failure to cross the sea.

After one punch failed, the Silver-armored Saint General struck again.

Having figured out the strength of the Silver-armored Holy General with one punch earlier, Zhang Ji no longer held back and immediately struck out with all his strength, his blood and energy rushing like a dragon, and his holy energy rushing like a river.

"The Dragon Elephant King Buddha Seal."

Zhang Ji naturally wants to get the treasure of heaven and earth, the Mystery of Truth. He cannot influence the decision of the Temple of Truth to grant the Mystery of Truth. All he can do is to show enough evil talent and hope to impress the one responsible for the reward of the Mystery of Truth.

The Dragon Elephant King Buddha Seal is a seal created by Zhang Ji. When it was first created, it was just a low-level holy art. As his cultivation level improved, as well as his palm skills and boxing skills, several seals, including the Dragon Elephant King Buddha Seal, were developed. The power of Shiyin Technique is no longer the same as that of ordinary mid-level holy arts. In the hands of Zhang Ji, the founder, the power that can be unleashed is even more powerful, that is, it is as powerful as mid-level holy arts. Compared with the top Tongxuan-level intermediate holy arts in the world, it may not be inferior.

There are as many monks in the world as an ox's hair, but if you look across all realms in heaven, even saints are as numerous as stars, innumerable.

There are hundreds of thousands of saints in a small and weak world like the Ten Thousand City Realm, but there are only more than a thousand kinds of holy arts that have been passed down. There are only a few dozen intermediate-level holy arts, and there are even fewer high-level holy arts.

Even Xuan Baiwei, a world disciple, has practiced the holy arts of boxing and halberd, which are only exquisite and intermediate-level holy arts, and have not reached the level of Tongxuan level.

It's not that he can't learn it, but looking at the entire Ten Thousand City Realm, there isn't even an intermediate level holy art at the Tongxuan level.

All the saints in the world practice holy arts, but there is only one person in the world who can truly create a new holy art.

Those who create intermediate-level holy arts are even rarer, and even some gods cannot create a Tongxuan-level intermediate holy art.

After all, the intermediate holy art is only the method of the Holy King. Many gods may not be able to create a new intermediate holy art during the time of the Holy King, let alone gradually perfect this intermediate holy art so that it can compete against the enemy. The level of high-level holy arts.

At least, the Jinhuang True God of the Ten Thousand City Realm has not created a Tongxuan-level intermediate holy art.

The Dragon Elephant King's Buddha Seal fell on the Silver-armored Saint General, shattering his armor into pieces. His entire body hit the light screen and turned into streaks of silver smoke that dissipated.

While Feng Yan was crossing the sea, he was paying attention to the battle scene between Xuan Baiwei and Zhang Ji.

With the fighting power that Xuan Baiwei unleashed, he had a 60% chance of winning if he was competing in the same situation, because the holy arts and techniques he practiced were much stronger than him.

But Zhang Ji was able to smash the gate-guarding saint general to pieces with a single palm print. This strength was somewhat... difficult for him to understand.

Feng Yan took the initiative to make friends with Zhang Ji and Xuan Baiwei. Naturally, it was not just a whim. He had already secretly investigated the two people's affairs.

He knew that Zhang Ji had practiced the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Path and created a sacred art through the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm.

The previous palm, the dragon and the elephant roared together, it was either the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm or the holy technique created by Zhang Ji.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm is one of the top secret arts in the Way of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and it is also a sacred art with great reputation in the heaven.

After cultivating the eleventh palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, the level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm can reach the intermediate level holy art of Tongxuan level.

But even a Tongxuan-level intermediate holy art shouldn't explode with such power.

Feng Yan himself had also practiced more than one Tongxuan-level intermediate holy technique, but the power he displayed was far from the holy technique displayed by Zhang Ji in front of him.

"Is it the holy art that he created himself? Could it be said that the self-created holy art is the most powerful holy art?"

Feng Yan stood on the boat of truth and fell into silence for a moment.

When he was still in the Pangu Realm, an ancestor of the Wind Clan once told him that the strength of the holy magic was determined by the caster of the holy magic.

The famous strong men in history have all blazed their own path.

The legendary ancestor of the Wind Clan, Emperor Wa, was invincible throughout the ages and created the "Nuwa Dao Scroll", which is ranked among the top five magical powers on Taiyi's list of magical powers.

But the second strongest person in the history of the Feng Clan was not Nuwa Taoist who practiced Taoism, but the Pure Yang Tianzun who entered the Tao with a sword and relied on a Pure Yang Divine Sword to dominate the heavens.

"Are those who create laws the strongest?" Feng Yan thought for a while, but shook his head.

What he cultivated was the "Nuwa Dao Scroll", and a set of holy techniques were also included in it. The combination of the exercises and the holy techniques, coupled with his special talents of three heads and six arms, made it difficult for him to meet his opponents in the same realm.

After all, a figure like Zhang Ji is just an example. Even the holy art he created is hard to say that it is not a deviant one. The momentary power is strong, but it does not mean that the subsequent development will still be strong.

Compared with the holy art created by a holy king and a figure like Emperor Wa, the gap between them is far more than a thousand miles.

Xuan Baiwei easily defeated the gate-guarding saint general on the first floor, and also noticed the Dragon Elephant King Buddha Seal played by Zhang Ji.

Unlike Feng Yan, his eyes were shining brightly.

The Ten Thousand City Realm is only a weak realm, with few inheritances, and none of the top inheritances. The Taoist techniques that Jinhuang True God, the only true god, is good at are not the halberd way and boxing way practiced by Xuan Baiwei.

The two exquisite mid-level holy arts he is practicing now, one was created by the master of Xuankong City, and the other was created by another secular overlord in the Wancheng Realm. They are already beyond the reach of the entire Wancheng Realm. The most advanced inherited holy art.

In the Lingguan Hall, one can also redeem Tongxuan-level intermediate holy arts with merit, but he came not long before Zhang Ji and has not yet earned the massive amount of merit needed to exchange for Tongxuan-level intermediate holy arts.

"Self-created holy art..."

(End of this chapter)