Chapter 193: The selection begins, the art of fusion
At this moment, the closed eyes of the seven elders suddenly opened, causing the hearts of all those paying attention to them to jump.
They looked at each other, nodded, and all took a step forward, saying loudly: "Welcome the patriarch, the Son of God!"
After the words fell, the seven of them were the first to bear the brunt and knelt on one foot in the void, staring ahead.
"Welcome to the patriarch, son of God!"
A drop of sweat appeared in Emperor Li's mind, and he knelt down hastily, his heart beating so fast.
The ministers leaving the palace knelt lower and lower, their heads pressed tightly against the backs of their hands.
"Welcome to the patriarch and the son of God!"
In the huge space, thousands of Qin monks knelt neatly together. At a glance, it was extremely spectacular.
The monks in Chixiao City were slightly stunned. After noticing the movement around them, they hurriedly knelt down deeply and did not dare to raise their heads.
The same is the case above the sky formation.
Most of them are geniuses selected from the Dao realms subordinate to the Qin tribe. For them, the word Qin tribe has a natural sense of oppression.
Buzz!
A piece of sacred light fell on the earth, and the colorful divine light danced like bees and butterflies, sketching dreamlike scenes in the sky.
In the midst of everyone's attention, two figures came together.
There is a middle-aged man, wearing a crown that reaches the sky, and a green and black python robe. His body is as straight as a sword, and his aura is as strong as a prison. People can't help but bow down at the first glance.
In every gesture, he is majestic and majestic.
The other person has a jade-like face, like an immortal in the sky. He is wearing a moon-white robe, moving in the wind, with large green lotus patterns looming on the white clothes, adding to the ethereal and otherworldly feeling.
Her eyebrows are as long as willows, and her black eyes are like thick ink that cannot be melted away, like the dark night before dawn, set against the endless bright starry sky.
There is a faint smile in his eyebrows, which makes people want to get close to him, and they don't want to let go after staring at him.
As soon as the young man appeared, the entire space filled with people fell into deathly silence again.
What followed was a series of gasps of air.
"Is this person... the god of the Qin clan... the Son of God?"
"I feel that the word "Son of God" does not suit him. It would be more appropriate to remove the word "子"..."
"It really doesn't look like a human man..."
"Yes, yes... that's him! Although he hasn't grown up yet, his status as an emperor's master has begun to take shape, and he now... seems to be a little more humane than he will be in the future!" Feng Qingcheng was stunned in the crowd.
Qin Yu looked at Qin Yu in the sky, with mixed thoughts in his heart: "Perhaps, I can fight for other positions!"
With this thought in mind, he raised his hand and turned it into a mirror with his divine power, and began to dress himself up.
"Is it him!" Liang Qiu raised his head and stared at Qin Yu's figure. A black bead in his arms suddenly became hot.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at Qin Yu, unwilling to leave for a moment, as if one less glance would be a huge loss.
Qin Yu has long been used to being looked at like this, so when faced with this situation, he just smiled.
"See the patriarch, see the Son of God!"
In front of the seats, the seven elders spoke loudly again.
Then, the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami was heard again in the huge space.
"Everyone, no need to be polite!" Qin Tai'alang said loudly, without being angry: "Today is the time when the Son of God chooses his personal guards. Like you, I am a spectator, so there is no need to be polite!"
Then, he turned his head to look at Qin Yu and said softly: "Son of God, please take a seat!"
"Clan leader, please..."
The two of them walked together to the two remaining thrones and sat down slowly.
After that, the seven elders bowed again and slowly took their seats.
Until this moment, Emperor Li, who was revered as the Lord of Chixiao, sat on his seat tremblingly, only daring to sit down halfway.
"Where is this Emperor Li?" Qin Yu suddenly spoke, causing Emperor Li who had just sat down to bounce up from his position as a reflex, cupped his hands in the distance and said: "Son of God, the disciple is here!"
Qin Yu glanced at him, saw his restraint, and said with a smile: "Relax, you are the master of a realm after all, and you should have the majesty of the master of a realm!"
"That's what the Son of God taught you!" Emperor Li lowered his head even more.
For some reason, it was clear that the cultivation level of the Son of God in front of him was not high, and his tone of voice was quite polite and warm, but he just felt a vague pressure on his heart.
When Qin Yu saw this, he secretly smiled bitterly and shook his head. Ever since the Ceremony of Conferring Gods, it has been difficult to talk to people normally.
No matter what, if you gain something, you will always lose something.
"Let's start!" Qin Yu waved his hand and said.
Hearing this, Emperor Li lowered his head and said, "Yes!"
Then he stood up, came into the sight of everyone, and said loudly: "In honor of the Son of God, the selection begins!"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, those extremely vast formations suddenly began to tremble.
Like islands floating on the sea, gradually getting closer together.
Finally, with a roar, they merged into one and turned into a huge arena.
A man from the palace came through the void, landed on the ring, and began to read out the selection rules.
Taking advantage of this occasion, Qin Tai'a suddenly asked in a low voice: "How did the Son of God gain from this retreat?"
Qin Yu was startled when he heard this, then smiled casually and said: "I gained a little bit."
Qin Tai'a glanced at him and couldn't help but smile: "The Son of God is so humble. In just three months, he has broken through from the seventh level of the Martial Emperor to the peak of the Martial Emperor. He is enough to be proud of the genius of the heaven."
Although the realm of the Martial Emperor seems very unqualified in the eyes of a saint.
But it is also the path that every practitioner must pass!
Today's major immortal forces and the top geniuses of the younger generation are basically included in this list.
But even for them, if they want to break through to the next level in this realm, it will take a year and a half of accumulation.
How can anyone be like Qin Yu, who broke through two heavens in three months and adjusted his Qi to an extremely perfect state, ready to sprint towards the Martial Lord at any time?
This is an effect that others say will take at least two or three years!
Qin Yu laughed and said nothing when he heard this.
If Qin Tai'a knew that his previous breakthroughs were at least three minor realms in one go, he wouldn't feel that he was being modest.
In fact, on the second day after Qin Yu entered seclusion, he had already raised his cultivation to this level.
The reason why he has not come out of seclusion until now is because he has been studying the Taoist scriptures that he has comprehended.
Ever since Qin Yu joined the Dao, preached to all sentient beings, and comprehended the power of more than three thousand laws under the Dao at one time, and condensed them into Tao texts, he has never carefully studied the profound meaning of these Dao texts.
It should be noted that this text is the most fundamental expression of the Great Law, which is equivalent to the origin of the law.
It can be said to be extremely profound and mysterious...
He always felt that these sermons had other wonderful uses.
The hard work paid off, and after his tireless research, he finally found another usage of Daowen.
That is fusion!
It is also called the Tao Fusion Technique by Qin Yu!