Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 302 The Dilemma of Painter Zong

In just one month, Tianmo Ridge has become a forbidden area for the monks from the ten tribes of hell. No monks from the hell realm dare to step into Tianmo Ridge anymore.

After You and others escaped and brought the news back to the monks of the ten clans of hell, Zhang Ji's unparalleled fighting prowess had spread among the ten clans of hell. In the eyes of the monks in the hell world, they already regarded him as the son of darkness. Yan Wushen For a strong man of this level, ordinary monks would not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool. Tianmo Ridge has suddenly become a rare paradise in the Kunlun world. Sects, aristocratic families, and hidden families from the Eastern Region and even the other four regions have moved there one after another. Within Yunwu King City, this newly built giant city became prosperous in a very short period of time.

Zhang Ji did not return to King Yunwu City. He took the Qianxi Boat and stood on the bow of the boat, overlooking the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the eastern region below. His mood was sublimated invisibly.

"Once you become a great saint, you will be called an emperor in the holy realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, his mental power crossed the threshold of the peak of the fifty-ninth level and entered the sixtieth level, officially becoming a spiritual power saint. His mental power was several times stronger than before, and he entered a completely different realm. middle.

But then, he used the power of thunder and fire merit as a knife to cut off part of his mental thoughts and temporarily stored them in the Hunyuan Pearl. He let these mental thoughts practice alone, and the fluctuation of his mental power dropped back to the fifty-ninth level. level.

Qian Xizhou moved forward at great speed, crossing the rivers and mountains in the eastern region. Although there were smoke rising above the rivers and mountains, and the battlefields were noisy everywhere, Zhang Ji did not stop.

The Eastern Territory has Patriarch Taiyi, Chen Yuhua, Murong Yefeng, Ji Xuanhuang and others in charge. The overall situation is stable and it is difficult for a major chaos to arise. After Ji Xuanhuang returns, the Eastern Territory no longer needs him to continue to be in charge. He is going to the core of the Kunlun Realm battlefield, to the Central Plains. Domain, truly dominates the battle situation in the entire Kunlun realm.

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The Hua Zong is one of the four Confucian and Taoist sects. The only remaining ancient Confucian and Taoist tea tree in the Kunlun realm remains in the sect.

The towering and dense ancient Confucian and Taoist tea tree was planted by the fourth Confucian ancestor of the year. It is the most sacred tree in the hearts of all Confucian and Taoist monks.

Under the ancient tree, Chu Siyuan, the leader of the painting sect, sat on a stone bench with a frown on his face and no intention of tasting the ancient Confucian and Taoist tea on the stone table.

Shan Xiangling stood behind him, silently accompanying her ancestor.

Perhaps because he was getting irritated, Chu Siyuan slammed the table and said: "These young people in the Confucian world also want the treasures of the Painting Sect and the ancient tea trees of Confucianism and Taoism. I think it was Zhang Ji who beat up the Heaven Realm faction. At that time, someone from the Confucian world was missed, so I was anxious and sent a letter to the Eastern Region, asking him to deal with these people who deceive the world and steal their reputation, so as to rectify my name of Confucianism."

Upon hearing this, Shan Xiangling hurriedly advised: "Master, please calm down. The safety of the Eastern Territory depends on the King of the Eastern Territory alone. How can we let the King of the Eastern Territory easily leave the Eastern Territory and come to the Central Territory? Although the people in the Confucian world are stronger than us, But with the killing power of the Eastern Territory King Yueqian, they don’t dare to really attack the Painting Sect.”

After hearing her words, Chu Siyuan sighed, "I have been practicing for so many years in vain. I am not as useful as a group of juniors. To be threatened by a group of monks from the Confucian world, I really lose the face of the Painting Sect and Confucianism."

Shan Xiangling shook his head and said in relief: "Gong Yanghuan and Shentu Wanli in the Confucian world are both monks who have been practicing for nearly a thousand years. They have been practicing for a lot longer than you, the founder. By the time the founder reaches their age, I'm afraid it will be too late." He is already a spiritual saint, so why should he belittle himself?

There are only a few outstanding people like the King of the Eastern Territory in the world, so the Patriarch does not need to pay too much attention to them. "

Chu Siyuan looked at Shan Xiangling and said with a helpless smile: "You girl, the first words I heard were useful to me, but the following words were meant to praise that boy, but they hurt me again."

"That's all, young girls, we love each other so much. As an old man, I won't be jealous of him. It's just Xiangling. If you want to stay by his side, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult. Being the person next to a genius is not a good idea. It's an easy thing." Shan Xiangling shook his head and smiled lightly: "Master, you are overly worried. I only have respect for the King of the Eastern Territory, but I don't have the slightest thought. What I want in this life is to inherit Confucianism and Painting. Once you take a look at the scenery above the mountains, you will also leave your own footprints in the history books."

Chu Siyuan looked at her, but smiled, stood up and left without saying anything.

"I will send a message to the other three sects and the imperial court, and ask someone to deal with these two old guys Gong Yanghuan and Shentu Wanli."

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Outside the Hua Zong sect, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rushing rivers. The mountains and rivers are picturesque and poetic, but this is the most suitable place for the masters of the Hua sect, so the sect was chosen here.

On a spiritual peak in the mountains, filled with holy energy, is a holy land of awakening. The people in the holy land are not monks from the Kunlun world, but monks from the Confucian world. They are all wearing Confucian robes, with extraordinary bearing, and their cultivation is like the saint. From the saint king to the holy king, there are many. The two old men with the highest cultivation level, one is at the Heaven Realm and the other is at the Lin Dao Realm. Their mental power has reached the fifty-ninth level. They are Gong Yang. Huanhe Shentu thousands of miles.

Gong Yanghuan wore a goatee. According to the Confucian and Taoist breathing method, he absorbed the most original essence of the holy energy of heaven and earth into his own awe-inspiring righteousness, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Kunlun Realm is indeed the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism. It is just a holy land of awakening. It actually contains the divine essence left by the true God of Confucianism and Taoism. If I let you practice here for ten years, I can expect to reach the Taoist realm."

Shentu Wanli looks younger than Gong Yanghuan, but his real age is more than a thousand years old. He has been in the Lindao realm for many years and can break through the Great Sage at any time. The reason why he still stays at the level of the Holy King is to accumulate knowledge and condense a higher level. level of immortal holy body, in the hope of going further in the realm of the great sage in the future, and even getting a glimpse of the divine realm.

"It's just a bit of residual charm. Compared with the treasures in the Painting Sect, the things here are just a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning at all.

The old guys from the painting world are already on their way here. I don't know if they are here to steal things or to mess with our affairs. In short, we have to speed up our actions. "

"Hmph, just because you are just a member of the painting world, you want to be an enemy of our Confucian world. You are really overestimating your capabilities. If that old guy Chu Siyuan doesn't know how to praise him again, we will directly break into the painting sect and steal the ancient tea trees and all the Confucian ancestors. Treasure." Gong Yanghuan sneered.

Shentu Wanli nodded slightly, obviously he didn't want to wait any longer and planned to use violent means to directly rob the painting sect.

"You alone want to take action against Hua Zong?"

A slightly joking voice sounded in the ears of Gong Yanghuan and Shentu Wanli. They were both shocked. They followed the sound and saw a figure in white robes appearing a few feet away. Hand looked at both of them.

Shentu Wanli saw the face of the visitor clearly, and his tone suddenly became panicked, "Zhang...Zhang Ji, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)