Chapter 1164: Killing Love and Asking the Saint
Ginseng fruit has such a great reputation. It is said that it matures only once in nine thousand years. If you smell the ginseng fruit, you can live to be 360 years old. If you eat one, you can live to 47,000 years!
However, because ginseng fruit looks like a baby, there were many conspiracy theories in later generations of China.
Qin Jun is very interested in ginseng fruit. If the cultivation of ginseng fruit is not harmful to nature, he will consider planting it in Daqin Tiancheng.
Zhen Yuanzi has been summoned, who should be summoned next?
Qin Jun began to get entangled. Now he did not lack a top sage, but the sage could not be summoned directly.
It's really uncomfortable.
Huh?
correct!
"System, summon the Empresses of Sanxiao. They are at their peak and can restore their past life memories!"
Qin Jun commanded in his heart, Sanxiao empress and empress will set up the formation together, the nine-bend Yellow River formation, it will be the gods who block the gods, and the Buddha who blocks the Buddha.
Of course, once the saint takes action, this formation will have to be broken.
"No, I can only summon one of them!"
The system replied coldly, making Qin Jun almost vomit blood.
Couldn’t Empress Sanxiao be a combination?
Gold horns, silver horns, bull heads and horse faces, and black and white impermanence all appear in combination.
No matter what Mr. Qin says, the system just doesn’t agree.
In desperation, Qin Jun could only choose to summon Yunxiao. Her Hunyuan Golden Pill was not weaker than Dinghaizhu's powerful magic weapon.
So far, he has many disciples of Jiejiao under his command, including Yunxiao, Zhao Gongming, Shitianjun, God of Plague Lu Yue, Empress Shiji, etc.
Tsk tsk!
If Master Tongtian had memories of his past life and knew all this, would he vomit blood?
In addition, many disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun were also under Qin Jun's banner, as was the Western Buddhism led by Jie Yin and Zhunti.
My only apprentice was taken away by Qin Jun.
Nuwa's chess piece Daji became Qin Jun's holy queen, as well as his brother Fuxi.
Except for Hongjun, all the saints basically have a karma with Qin Jun, as well as the lich and witch clans.
It's exciting just thinking about it.
Immediately, he asked the system to bring up Yunxiao's attribute list.
"Yunxiao, comes from myths and legends!"
"Identity: Disciple of Jiejiao!"
"Cultivation: Intermediate Saint Realm!"
"Kung Fu: Nine Bends of the Yellow River Kung Fu!"
"Supernatural power: The sea of clouds fills the sky! Purple energy comes from the east! Blue waves rise from the sea! Canglan is obsessed with the mind! Trouble with the universe!"
"Magic weapon: Hunyuan Golden Dou!"
"Mount: Qingluan!"
"Loyalty: 85 (full value 100)!"
He actually has a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Holy Realm, which is stronger than Lantern and on par with the Tathagata!
Qin Jun was surprised, but it was normal if he thought about it carefully.
Although the Hunyuan Golden Dou is known as a leader-level treasure, it would be difficult to exert its effect without the support of cultivation.
Relying on the Nine-bending Yellow River Formation, Empress Sanxiao was close to ending the Conferred God War, forcing me and Yuanshi Tianzun to take action before she could extinguish her arrogance.
"Continue to summon the legions of gods and demons!"
Qin Jun ordered in his heart that besides this time, he still has one chance to reach the peak of die-hard loyalty, two chances to reach the limit of awakening, and two chances to listen to the sermon.
The rest of the rewards were used by him. The random lottery did not draw out the heaven-defying treasure. As for the skill inheritance, he planned to give gifts to the gods and demons who had meritorious service. The opportunity to search for talents has been used, and the talents will serve on their own initiative.
"Refreshed, let's rest today!"
Qin Jun stood up and twisted his neck.
The addition of Zhen Yuanzi and Yun Xiao will definitely make Qinxianjie stronger, and they will definitely play a big role in the battle against the Holy Sect.
"Should Di Jiang and Yun Xiao return to the God and Demon dungeon and gather Ancestral Witch and San Xiao together?"
Qin Jun muttered while walking towards the tree-lined path of the Imperial Garden.
…
Deep in the starry sky, there is a dark continent suspended, with mountains standing on it like thorns.
Yang Beiming was sitting cross-legged on the top of the highest mountain in the center of the continent. There were four lights and shadows suspended in front of him, which were his disciples.
"I am going into seclusion as a teacher, and I will not cause trouble to Emperor Qin Tian for the time being!"
Yang Beiming's tone was not very good, with a hint of boredom.
The four disciples looked at each other, and one of them said bravely: "Master, Emperor Qin Tian has become so powerful that we naturally will not force you to trouble him. We are here to deal with the Holy Sect Xuanchi."
Yang Beiming couldn't even defeat the Six Gods of Qin Xian, and now there was Yang Jian, who was widely considered to be comparable to Yang Beiming. Naturally, they did not dare to push their master into the fire pit.
Without Yang Beiming, their status in the universe would plummet.
"What does the Holy Gate have to do with me?"
Yang Beiming opened his eyes suddenly and said solemnly.
The last battle with the Six Gods of Qinxian made him realize that he is now a semi-saint, and if he takes one step further, he will be a saint as high as the sky.
If he can become a saint, what does Emperor Qin mean to him?
He is still number one in the universe!
Little did he know that there were already saints under Qin Jun, including two semi-saints.
The gap between him and Emperor Qin Tian is getting wider and wider.
Anyone who has been stepped on by Qin Jun can no longer surpass him, and will only be pushed further and further away by him.
"Master, the Holy Gate is open to recruit talents. This is an opportunity. If we fall behind, we will be bullied in the future!"
Another disciple was anxious. Although they had all made their own reputations, they were not considered to be top-notch forces, but Yang Beiming was different. He alone was a top-notch force.
Yang Beiming is qualified to recommend geniuses to the Holy Sect, so the four of them naturally don't want to let him go.
Hearing this, Yang Beiming's eyes became colder and colder. These disciples only knew their own interests, which made him feel miserable.
He used to accept disciples based only on their talent, but now these disciples have neglected their cultivation because of profit, and have become ineffective. He often regrets that he should not have accepted these disciples.
But because these disciples were raised by him as if they were his own flesh and blood, he could not be cruel.
From the perspective of the outside world, Yang Beiming is cold, conceited, and invincible.
Little did they know that Yang Beiming had become more and more concerned about family ties.
Loneliness is a sharp sword.
So Yang Beiming is now trying hard to kill Qing, and strong people are always lonely.
"Okay! Each of you recommends one!"
Yang Beiming took a deep breath and said.
The four disciples were surprised and quickly thanked them.
"From now on, you are no longer my disciples!"
Yang Beiming continued. As soon as he said this, the four of them suddenly raised their heads and looked at him in disbelief.
"Master, what are you talking about?"
"What mistake have we made, why are we being expelled?"
"Master, no!"
"Master, the Holy Sect is the supreme master, it's not that we are spineless!"
The four disciples were in a panic, thinking that they had angered Yang Beiming because of the Holy Sect incident.
As everyone knows, it was their long-term greed that made Yang Beiming hate them.
"roll!"
Yang Beiming waved his sleeves, and a strong wind directly scattered the four disciples' soul projections.
The Dark Continent instantly became quiet.
Desolate, silent.
"My whole life, I live for the sword, without any distractions."
Yang Beiming slowly closed his eyes, and at the moment of emotion, his soul suddenly sublimated.
Somehow, he seemed to have found something.
The sword is lonely, cold, and ruthless!
