Chapter 723: The Second Disciple of the Green Tribulation
Lingbaicheng!
Chao Hongqian stood up abruptly, and Zhu Sanfu's face looked a little ugly.
"Third senior brother, this guy is a cultivator. It is said that after Lin Kun's first disciple broke through natural selection, he never slacked off for a day. He was either in retreat, or came out to get some fresh air and continued to retreat."
"It turns out that he has already comprehended the 39 Taoist patterns. It seems that he is not far away from being able to find the essence in half a step."
Chao Hongqian had heard of the name of Lin Kun's first disciple.
It's not that this disciple has any amazing achievements, it's entirely because of his paranoid spirit.
Generally, after the Nascent Soul breaks through natural selection, it will always come out to show off its power for a while, stir up troubles, and bully the weak several times, which can be regarded as remembering the repressed past of breaking through natural selection.
Even if you are bright and majestic and don't bother to bully the weak, you still have to find a few natural selections to compete with each other and test the depth of the natural selection realm.
But this Lin Kun's first disciple is different.
On the day this guy broke through the natural selection, he directly chose to retreat to death. This retreat lasted for 300 years.
And his fame also comes from his arduous journey of retreat.
Lin Kun's first disciple also lived up to his paranoia.
The group of natural selections that had made breakthroughs back then, even the elders of the two holy places, were still stuck in the 10 or so Dao lines.
And he took the lead and had already smelted 39 Taoist patterns.
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Breakthrough in the realm of natural selection.
The most basic condition is to have the number of Dao patterns.
50 Dao lines are a threshold!
As long as you hold 50 Dao patterns in your hand, you can try to ask the sky to get the most original Dao pattern.
certainly.
The 50 Dao patterns are only a half-step to ask the essence, and can only display the pseudo-characters of the Dao patterns.
But enough!
The entire Xiajiutian world has more than 100 realms and countless billions of people. The real Wenyuan realm can't even be counted with a slap.
Even if he has only half a step to ask questions, he is already a god in the clouds, making everyone bow down and worship him.
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39 Dao patterns.
What is that concept?
If Lin Kun, the first disciple, persists in seclusion, it will be another 800 years, or 1,000 years.
The next half-step question of the inner shaft ring may be about to be born.
It’s half a step to ask questions.
A strong person who is absolutely dominant, even in the central region, is inferior to one person and superior to the common people.
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"Eleven disciples of Qing Jie, I will give you one last chance. Kneel down immediately, kowtow and admit your mistake. I will destroy your cultivation first, and then let Qing Jie Holy Land come to take you away, so that you can avoid suffering."
"Today, the Blue Tribulation Holy Land must give an explanation to the spiritual realm."
"Although my spiritual realm is not as strong as the central realm, I will not let anyone bully me."
The sky freezes.
At this moment, the disciples in the spiritual realm finally got excited.
The action taken by the Great Elder was indeed unusual. The eleven Qing Jie disciples who flaunted their power must be prisoners.
"Kneel down!"
"Kneel down!"
"Kneel down!"
Hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators flew in one after another. In the distance, there were countless Golden Core cultivators and even some Foundation Establishment Realm disciples.
They stared at Zhao Chu angrily and shouted wildly.
The roaring sound waves seemed to be able to tear the sky apart.
At this moment, Zhao Chu looked lonely, like a cornered wolf. He was surrounded by lions.
The mountains and rivers are exhausted.
This is the final portrayal of the black-robed figure.
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"Lin Zongkun, if anything goes wrong with my junior brother today, you in the spiritual realm will definitely regret it!"
Zhu Sanfu also realized the seriousness.
He stared coldly at the charred figure on the flames, his words filled with murderous intent.
"Hmph, I have suffered such a shame and humiliation today. He, Zhao Chu, killed six of my direct descendants. How can I swallow my anger?"
"If you want to spare the eleven Qing Jie disciples... you can!"
"First, cripple his entire body and interrupt all his meridians."
"Second, if we in the spiritual realm want Holy Lord Qing Jie to give an explanation, at the very least we need Qing Jie's second disciple Mu Jueshan to come in person."
"Otherwise, your eleventh junior brother will be locked up on the Guinsui Mountain in Lingkun Holy Palace, where he will suffer eternal torture."
Although Lin Zongkun was arrested, he knew that Zhu Sanfu could not kill him.
Besides.
It was Zhao Chu who violated the sect rules first and made a mistake in his Qingjie Holy Land, so Lin Zongkun was unforgiving and aggressive.
"Disciple, feel free to take action, as long as this person can breathe."
"The people of Qingjie Holy Land can allow him to set foot in Lingkun Holy Palace, but they dare not violate the sect's rules to save people."
Then, Lin Zongkun turned his head and roared fiercely at Lin Kun's leader.
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The words have fallen!
The eyes of the whole world are focused here.
It's dangerous.
Lin Zongkun is right.
The greatest authority of the Qing Jie disciples was to allow Zhao Chu to set foot in the Holy Palace and pretend to turn a blind eye.
But asking them to follow and violate the sect rules has already violated the taboo of Holy Lord Qing Jie.
Facing the peak powerhouse with 39 Dao Marks, Zhao Chu was really in danger.
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"Lin Zongkun, are you looking for death?"
When he raised his palm to wish three blessings, he was about to strike it down with one palm.
"Wish you three blessings, do you dare to openly violate the sect's rules? Don't you know the sect's rules of Holy Lord Qing Jie? Are you also willful?"
"Come on, kill me."
"Let the inner shaft ring be in chaos, let the balance be broken, and let the world be in chaos again."
"Come on, those seven holy masters have long been tired of peace and quiet, just give them a good time!"
"Bullying the weak, is this how you do it in the Holy Land of Blue Tribulation!"
Lin Zongkun's eyes were about to burst and he yelled hysterically.
Under the spotlight.
As expected, the palm of the wishing three blessings stopped in the air. He gritted his teeth, but the palm did not strike down.
It is not impossible to kill Lin Zongkun and wish three blessings.
But the consequences... are really serious.
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"Bullying the weak!"
"Haha, bullying the weak!"
"Lin Zongkun, this sentence is really humorous coming from your mouth."
"When you cast a curse to wipe out the family, aren't the people in the northern realm innocent and weak? A person can really be so shameless!"
At this moment, within the huge light curtain, a burst of laughter echoed over the Lingkun Holy Palace.
Zhao Chu's black robes were flying, and his laughter caused a hurricane to rise over the hundreds of miles of land. The vegetation and sand were flying everywhere, which was daunting, and even some weak monks were shocked to the point of bleeding.
"At this time, you in the spiritual realm are suffering the same fate as I am in the northern realm. You are hysterical, you are a rogue, you are intimidating, and your face is really disgusting!"
"Today, I, the Northern Territory, will teach you a lesson. Let you see what a spine that never kneels looks like!"
"I'm just an old pickle with a grave buried up to his neck. What does he think he is?"
"If you want to fight, then fight!"
"Today, if I say that I will demolish your Lingkun Holy Palace, it will definitely turn this place into ashes, and not a single brick will be left."
"I want to tell all of you, no matter how weak the Northern Territory is, you are not worthy of bullying."
Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves.
Boom!
A deafening loud noise fell, and the domain of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Swords once again covered Lin Kun's head.
Fight... 39 lines.
I, Zhao Chu, am fearless!
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silence!
At this moment, the whole world was shocked.
Who are Lin Kun's first disciples? They are the group of people who are closest to Half-Step Wen Yuan.
Even if you say that he is the pinnacle of natural selection, it is not an exaggeration.
A Nascent Soul realm.
Challenge the peak of natural selection?
How ridiculous.
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"Dad, from today on, the eleven disciples of Qing Jie will be my role model, and there will be no second person in the world."
Fu Liyin was trembling all over, and his pupils were flashing with blood.
The words "If you want to fight, then fight" completely ignited the young blood in Fu Liyin's heart, boiling to the point of burning.
"I think my dear nephew, you should calm down. This kind of behavior is seeking death!"
Yan Shiluan shook his head.
The other holy masters were full of admiration.
Putting aside who wins and who loses, the courage of the eleven Qing Jie disciples is truly unparalleled in the world.
Challenging the peak of natural selection in front of everyone is no ordinary courage.
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"Junior brother, you are so fierce! I admire you, I admire you to death!"
Chao Hong licked her lips lightly.
As soon as this little junior brother came out of the mountain, he was so dazzling that he suppressed all his brilliance.
It's just...so happy.
Zhu Sanfu raised his palms in the air and frowned slightly.
Zhao Chu's confidence once again refreshed Zhu Sanfu's understanding.
Are you really confident?
There is still something wrong with my brain!
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"Haha, this is the style of Qing Jie's disciples."
"It's just the pinnacle of natural selection, so I won't be too scared to take action."
"Junior brother, please introduce yourself, I am your second senior brother... Mu Jueshan!"
At this time, changes occurred again.
This kind of air spreads out like ripples in the air.
And in the center of the nine-colored mist, a picture scroll unfolded.
The flesh is whiter and tenderer than mutton fat.
His eyebrows are like flying black feathers.
A face like carved white jade, indescribably suave and elegant.
And with his hands behind his back, his body was like a spear that penetrated the sky and penetrated the earth, indescribably tall and straight.
Zhao Chu turned his head.
Mujue Mountain.
The second disciple of Qing Jie.
The real Wenyuan Realm has unfathomable strength.
At the same time, Zhao Chu felt ashamed for the first time.
On appearance.
This Mu Jueshan is the first man who can't lose to him.
Of course, that kind of courage is still beyond the reach of Zhao Chu at present.
"Second Senior Brother!"
Chao Hongqian quickly stepped forward, cupped her fists and bowed.
"Eh? Fifth senior brother, are you depressed again?"
"I know that you are jealous of the second senior brother's prosperous appearance, and you want to be a bit more liberal. Isn't there another junior brother in our team?"
Seeing that Zhu Sanfu was unhappy, Chao Hongqian quickly and sincerely comforted him.
"That's right, one more person who is jealous of the second senior brother can also share some resentment."
Zhu Sanfu shook his head.
With things like your face, even if you change your appearance, you can't change your temperament. Over time, your appearance will grow back to its original track without even realizing it.
Therefore, even if he is in the Wenyuan realm, he doesn't bother to change his appearance.
After all, plastic surgery is only temporary.
Moreover, the modified face can be seen by the monks at a glance. This seems to loudly tell others that they are ugly and if they try to hide it, they will feel even more inferior.
The body's hair and skin are received from its parents.
Ordinary monks are not willing to change their appearance, otherwise it would be embarrassing if they look the same all over the world.
"Well, Fifth Senior Brother, you may have misunderstood."
"What I mean is that Junior Brother's appearance is not inferior to that of Second Senior Brother. Now that Junior Brother is here, you have to be jealous of one more person. It's too bad."
"Two monsters, what can we do? They are so angry!"
Chao Hongqian shook her head.
Zhu Sanfu wished he could chop the animal with one palm, but because he was his tenth junior brother, he held back.
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"Junior brother, second senior brother wishes you success in demolishing the Lingkun Holy Palace!"
"Senior brother, I will help you demolish half of this Jichi Holy Land first. It can be regarded as a meeting gift for the elders!"
When Mu Jueshan finished speaking, the whole world fell silent.
Yu Min'en's whole body was shaking and he was suffocating with anger.
Through this brilliant oval light curtain, everyone witnessed an impossible scene.
On the lakes that were hundreds of thousands of miles away, one island after another was blown directly into the sky, and the mud fell like hail. The clear lakes in the past were now like quagmire.
Thousands of islands were shattered, and the heavens and the earth were destroyed.
In just a few breaths, the entire Jichi Holy Land suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.
If it weren't for a white-haired old man blocking the front of Mujueshan in a sinister manner, I'm afraid the entire Jichi Holy Land might have been blown up.
"Holy Lord!"
Looking at the white-haired old man, the frightened Nascent Soul disciples all came back to their senses.
"Mujueshan, have you had enough trouble?"
The white-haired old man suppressed his anger.
"Well, that's almost it. If you bully others in the future, just take it easy."
Mu Jueshan smiled slightly, as intoxicating as the spring breeze.
"Little sheep, come here!"
Then, Mujueshan whistled, and a pure white little sheep walking on two hind hooves, like a human being, walked up behind Mujueshan.
The disciples who were hiding everywhere in Jichi Holy Land ran out one after another. They watched Mujueshan leave, and finally sent away this plague god.
"Junior brother, a small gift is not respectful!"
Mu Jueshan stroked the little white sheep's head and smiled at Zhao Chu.
Seeing this, Zhao Chu also clasped his fists in return.
He had some resentment towards the Blue Tribulation Holy Land before, but later he could figure it out. After all, he was not a true disciple at that time.
At least now, those disciples are actively trying to compensate themselves.
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Not far away, the monks watching the battle were so frightened that they forgot to breathe.
Jichi Holy Land.
Just tear it down if you ask. Even if the Holy Lord Jichi appears, Mujueshan will be able to walk away like a fairy.
Is this second disciple of Qing Jie already so terrifying?
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"Damn the Northern Territory!"
It wasn't until Mujue Mountain actually started to demolish the Jichi Holy Land that Yu Min'en finally understood that the war in the northern realm had been completely defeated.
Jichi Holy Land... was completely defeated.
Defeated by a swarm of ants.
Beside him, Qiao Chufeng's face didn't look very good either.
Although Mujueshan was demolishing Jichi Holy Land, how could he be so relaxed when he came to Linlu Holy Land!
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"Little Yang, let's go. After demolishing the island, we can demolish the buildings again!"
really!
Mujueshan patted the little white sheep on the head and appeared in the middle of the street in Linlu Holy Land.
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"Now, let's start settling the accounts in the spiritual realm!"
The appearance of Mujue Mountain also announced the end of this war.
The final battle was Zhao Chu's incredible challenge.
"My spirit realm is not afraid of your Blue Tribulation Holy Land!"
Although Lin Kun's first disciple had a tough talk, his trembling teeth exposed his inner cowardice.
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"Junior brother, this is where I can help you."
Mu Jueshan looked back at Zhao Chu.
That's right.
He chose this time to demolish the two holy places because he wanted to show the natural selection realm in the spiritual realm.
Maybe Zhao Chu can feel more relaxed by putting shackles on his mind.
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PS: Thank you Brother Nuanyu for the 10,000 reward, I am very happy, very happy.