"You are really determined to break away from the Wu clan and establish your own race."
Li Qing walked on the earth and sighed in his heart.
Perhaps, in Zhu Qi's eyes, this is a shame.
I don’t want to live in the shadow of the emperor.
However, his race was originally a fusion race born out of wizards and martial arts, but its current potential is weaker by any means. It is too fixed. The soul and body are fused, and there is no independent soul anymore, only the physical body is strong.
Martial arts calendar year 7101.
The head-dropping masters are a clan who fly away without leaving their heads behind.
It can be seen that they are a race that pays great attention to brain development. Their mental strength is five to six times that of ordinary martial arts races who do not practice refined mystical martial arts.
After death, a large number of souls overflowed.
With the death of a large number of mortals and overlapping hundreds of years, they discovered that as the number of souls increased, something called "spiritual energy" was gradually born.
This spiritual energy nourishes the world and can actually speed up your practice.
It should be noted that in the past, one used one's own soul to temper the skull magic weapon, which was extremely slow. But now, one can actually pull the "soul energy" between heaven and earth to temper the skull magic weapon.
The speed of cultivation actually increased by two or three levels.
Martial arts calendar year 7161.
Emperor Zhu Qi Tian was no longer satisfied with the slow supply of spiritual energy, and began to greatly promote the birth and reproduction of the population.
The iteration of a large number of powerful people can make the power of the soul more abundant.
"It's a pity that resources are exhausted too quickly...but there is nothing we can do."
He looked at the crystal wall. If the crystal wall was broken, the energy liquid would flow out to supplement the support of the three worlds. This was a fact that had already been managed.
"Above all the worlds, it is really admirable!"
Martial arts calendar year 7361.
The fate of the times continues to advance, but there is still only one true god, Zhu Qi.
After all, the new clan has more than fifty rings, which is already very large.
How could the new True God Jiangtou be able to break through in just a few thousand years?
But to Zhu Qi, it doesn't matter.
In the God Realm, one day for a hundred years is just a few dozen extra days.
But the times did not allow him to wait.
Here comes the first challenge.
Martial arts calendar year 7193.
On this day, the emperor went to the realm of gods, holding the God-killing sword.
They hid in a small secret realm of martial arts, and after thousands of years, they finally cultivated this true god of several rings.
This true god’s magical talent has only one that seems to be the most useless: inhibiting the fields of other true gods.
"You came."
Emperor Zhu Qitian was a slender middle-aged man, sitting on the throne. When he saw the other person walking into the palace, he just looked at him quietly:
"Seventeen true god weapons in one breath? It seems that over the past thousands of years, you have cultivated seventeen true gods... Emperor, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The emperor opposite has a slender figure, with a natural charm all over his body, and his movements are very casual, like an elegant scholar.
"Are you waiting for me?" the emperor said softly.
Emperor Zhu Qitian sat quietly on the throne, pointed at a famous star king outside and said leisurely:
"Do you know? Among the strong men in the world, according to past legends, I admire you alone. You live a free and unrestrained life, do not stagnate with things, and are a pure warrior who truly stands at the pinnacle of martial arts. No one can interfere with your heart. You are more powerful than me. It’s like sitting on top of the times, watching the vicissitudes of life.”
Zhu Qi's voice was very calm, as if she had already expected the other party to come, "Only a pure person like you can be called...the God of Martial Arts."
"He is just a martial artist. He only has martial arts in his heart and only knows how to kill people. Everyone in the world thinks that the Emperor of Heaven is so talented and strategic, but they actually envy a warrior."
The emperor raised his eyes and followed the gaze of Emperor Wu Tian and saw the gap in space, with the entire martial arts land in full view.
At this time, the stars below are shining and the moon is high.
A star king who manages the order of heaven and earth is supervising the entire earth, but he cannot supervise the arrival of the emperor at all.
"Who doesn't envy you?"
Emperor Zhu Qitian sighed, slowly stood up on the throne, walked down step by step, and looked at the people on the land.
He said loudly: "The so-called machinations! Conspiracy! Entering the world! The genius of our era, seemingly youthful, suppressed an era and left a name in history! But I don't know how much dust has been stained in my heart? How much attention has been distracted? But we are not you after all, we have to do this!"
"Martial power kills people! If it is not enough to kill people, it can only cultivate side ways, assist in conspiracy, and get into trouble..."
He bent down and bowed, "You are the god of martial arts. Only you can implement the martial arts system from beginning to end, but I can no longer practice martial arts. I am confused. I can't reach the top even with pure skills such as martial arts. I can only Looking for a bypass."
His eyes were full of complexity and desire, full of purity and yearning for martial arts.
Martial arts is a pair of white shoes.
It was spotless from beginning to end. It was pure martial arts, clean and neat techniques, close to the Tao, and ignored the outside world.
He doesn't hear what's going on outside the window, and he only focuses on cultivating the path of martial arts.
And who doesn’t want to just practice in seclusion and pursue immortality? But the reality is cruel, resources have to be competed for, but if you join the world and have the joys and sorrows of the times, then your heart will be confused.
The martial arts seems to be purely for the emperor.
"In the monopoly era, I lost my tenderness and passion and became mature. If Yang Tiansheng had not died back then, he would have been in the same state of mind as you for at most five thousand years."
The emperor turned his head, looked at the martial arts continent in the distance, and sighed: "That's why I don't want to..."
This is not decay, but the transformation of life.
When you are an ant, you will worry about the life and death of the ant. When you fully realize that you are already a human, the ant can only live a few short days of your life. If they keep overlapping, you will worry about trampling the ant to death. Guilt? Habit is a terrible indifference.
In the human world, there are no ant rights, only human rights for equal humans. Guilt, pity, and respect for people are only within the same level.
The transition of life is the transformation from man to god.
Gods, herd all living beings like weeds, God only cares about God.
"This is the era, the reason why I don't join the world."
The emperor put his hands behind his back, stroked the hilt of the sword behind him, and sighed slightly, "The cycle of the times cannot be changed. If you join the world and pour emotions into the heroes of each era and watch them grow old, sick and die, it will only increase your worries."
His momentum gradually increased, his feet seemed to be rooted in the earth, and his momentum was like a warrior god standing tall on the vast earth.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Emperor Zhu Qitian could even hear the sound of his own blood flowing.
The sense of oppression and momentum condensed on this mortal body.
Even I, the most powerful god of our time, the God of Gods, felt a sense of panic when this mortal tried to swing his sword at the Emperor of Heaven.
"You are just a warrior, with the power to kill, your only weakness is your weapon." At this time, Emperor Zhu Qi stretched out his hand and slapped it, and more than two hundred low-level true gods appeared around him.
Wow!
He is truly a heavenly soldier and a heavenly general.
"At the risk of life, destroy his weapons." Emperor Zhu Qi ordered: "Without the protection of the power of the true god, he, a mortal, has no power to kill gods!"
"And he can't protect the weapon in his hand. The weapon is protecting him, a mortal! The weapon bears the brunt of the true god's domain!"
"Break his weapon, no matter the cost!"
Boom!
The war broke out completely.
More than two hundred low-level true gods surrounded and killed a mortal. It was simply ridiculous, but they appeared in front of them.
Everyone knows that it is impossible to defeat the Emperor in a head-on fight, but the Emperor is not without weaknesses. His realm is too low, and he has no breakthrough after all, relying on the true god's weapons.
There is no doubt that the Emperor's chance of winning is only one:
Before all the weapons are broken, kill all the true gods in the God Realm.
