Su Yu was moved and bowed deeply to the third prince!
Helping him up, the third prince sighed with emotion in his eyes: "You, Su Yu, sacrificed your life for me. As a dying man, why can't I help you? If you want to thank me, just thank this stranger."
, he is the one who really gave his life."
Su Yu bowed deeply to the foreigner with great sincerity.
Without him, Prince Xianyu would not be alive today.
"Father!" Su Yu reunited with Prince Xianyu and stared at his empty right arm. Su Yu felt sad in his heart. This arm was sacrificed for him and Xian'er.
With tears in his eyes, Prince Xianyu stroked Su Yu's head and choked with sobs: "It's me, I'm sorry for you..."
Su Yu shook his head and caught a glimpse of Bai Qixiong and Chen Huwei dodging from the corner of his eye, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Father, let me deal with these two people first!" How could Su Yu forget that Prince Xianyu was in trouble and Bai Qixiong was also involved? How could he forget that Chen Huwei and Bai Qixiong were chasing him for thousands of miles?
Bai Qixiong opened his mouth, but Su Yu interrupted without mercy: "Now that things have happened, do you think I will forgive you?"
Although the two of them were assigned to do so, they tried their best to pursue Su Yu. This cannot be explained by the words "they were forced to do so".
Chen Huwei looked sad. He didn't want to die, so he gritted his teeth, shouted, and shattered the meridians in his body, destroying his cultivation.
"Su Yu!" Chen Huwei knelt down and said: "I have a wife, children, and young children. Please let me live. I will abandon my cultivation and will never bring trouble to the world again. In addition, I will do everything. I am sent by the Duke of Qin to pursue me."
The person who killed you, and Miss Jiang, are under house arrest in the Duke of Qin's mansion."
In fact, Su Yu really didn't know Chen Huwei's identity and just thought he was an accomplice of the eldest prince.
Unexpectedly, the Duke of Qin was also involved in the assassination of the Holy Sect Marker!
"Haha... Qin Guogong, you are really a cancer!" Su Yu passed by Chen Guard, but there was no killer. He stared at Bai Qixiong coldly: "What about you?"
Bai Qixiong's eyes showed his dissatisfaction. He had finally reached the peak of the sixth heaven, so how could he abandon his cultivation?
"Su Yu! In exchange for a volume of holy skills, you let me go..." What he was afraid of was naturally Qiu Changjian, and Su Yu was not in his eyes.
"Forget it, I'll take action to help you destroy your cultivation!" Su Yu interrupted him and stepped forward coldly. He did not believe that Bai Qixiong possessed the holy skills, and thought it was just a ploy to delay his survival.
Bai Qixiong laughed angrily. In the past, Su Yu was chased for thousands of miles by him, but now he is relying on Qiu Changjian and is full of confidence? He actually threatened to destroy his cultivation?
With a flash of light in his eyes, Bai Qixiong said: "What if you can't defeat me?"
Su Yu said indifferently: "Let you live."
Bai Qixiong was overjoyed when he heard this and said with a long smile: "Haha! Okay! If you can beat me, I will give you the holy skills with both hands!"
"You have no chance to defeat me." Su Yu said calmly, took a step forward and took action decisively!
"Purple Star Divine Thunder!"
Boom bang bang——
Purple thunder fire, burning like a blazing flame.
Su Yu's face looked cold and ruthless.
Bai Qixiong slapped the soft sword on his waist, and the light shone like a dragon, emitting a cold sword light.
"Qingfeng Sword Song!"
Click——
A punch and a sword, a sudden collision!
Rub rub rub rub -
Bai Qixiong's mouth was numb and his eyes were filled with shock.
He lowered his head and stared at the soft sword in his hand, and his pupils shrank: "What kind of flame is this?"
I saw that the soft sword and Su Yu's fists touched each other for a brief moment, and there were signs of melting.
Su Yu secretly nodded. The Purple Star Divine Thunder is more than enough to seriously injure the sixth heaven. However, it is slightly insufficient to deal with the sixth heaven peak. A draw is fine, but if you want to win, you don't have the firepower.
Taking a deep breath, Su Yu blended into the wonderful rhythm.
In the eyes of outsiders, Su Yu looks like a person in a painting, detached from the world and with a completely different temperament.
The purple clothes are floating, the ink hair is dancing lightly, and the face is as handsome as the son of a god, which adds a bit of fairy temperament in the painting.
At this time, Su Yu did not imitate the old man in the painting and point to the sky, but his eyes were in a haze and he pushed forward gently with his palm.
Rumble——
ah--
A strange scene appeared. Paintings appeared around Bai Qixiong. It seemed that Su Yu had dragged Bai Qixiong into the painting.
Then, Su Yu struck Bai Qixiong backwards with a flat palm, flying dozens of meters away!
puff--
Bai Qixiong opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a devastating pain came from his internal organs!
His chest collapsed with a palm mark, and several ribs were broken. It was shocking!
"You!!!" Bai Qixiong was horrified. It was also the Holy Will. Why is the power now soaring several times compared to before?
Su Yu woke up from the haze, and the understanding became more profound in his mind.
After the soul fusion, Su Yu once vaguely realized that he seemed to have been obsessed with imitating the holy will of the old man on the mural, which was a misunderstanding.
Imitation, after all, is a trivial matter.
Any imitation, no matter how successful it is, will always be similar and cannot escape the constraints.
Therefore, Su Yu boldly tried to integrate his own moves while immersed in the holy will, instead of simply imitating the old man's finger to the sky.
The effect was astonishing, the power increased several times, beyond Su Yu's imagination!
In a restrained state, Su Yu shot coldly at the defeated Bai Qixiong.
In the past, Bai Qixiong was an unattainable and terrifying strong man in his eyes.
Now, he has failed in his hands.
Su Yu didn't have much sense of accomplishment. He had seen the terrifying strength of Qiu Changjian in the ninth heaven, and his vision no longer stayed at the peak of the sixth heaven!
The only shortcoming is that he has no chance to connect with the Holy Realm. Without the opportunity, he will never be able to touch the more mysterious levels in his life, and it will be difficult for him to compete with top geniuses.
In the secret room, Qiu sat with a long sword and a golden sword on his horse, with eight people lined up in front of him.
"Among you, who is the strongest according to the competition ranking?" Qiu Changjian asked directly.
The eight people looked at each other. Due to Su Yu's accident, the competition has not yet ended, and the ranking has not appeared.
As if aware of this, Qiu Changjian sighed: "Okay then, you each use your strongest moves."
Xia Jingyu asked: "Sir, according to the regulations, all eight of us are qualified to enter the holy realm. What is the difference between the strong and the weak in the test?"
"Good question." Qiu Changjian looked at Xia Jingyu, appreciating in his heart.
The lust of the Liehuo Pavilion intimidates everyone, but this woman is the only one who has the courage to tell the truth. It can be seen that although she is weak on the outside, she is strong and tenacious on the inside.
The question asked at this moment hit the point, which shows that he has a smart heart. Qiu Changjian responded: "It is true that you are qualified to enter the holy realm, but you may not be qualified to become a saint."
Saint? Just like the sword of autumn?
"The Holy Domain is divided into two parts, the Heavenly Holy Domain and the Mortal Holy Domain. The Mortal Holy Domain contains all the talents in the world. It is managed by the elders of the Nine Pavilions and guides them to improve their cultivation. Over the past generations, there are thousands of people.
A sacred place known to ordinary people.”
"The Heavenly Saint Realm only contains the unique geniuses. They are the nominal disciples of the Holy King on earth. They obtain the title of saint, enjoy the best resources, and have a status higher than the disciples of the Mortal Saint Realm. The disciples of the Mortal Saint Realm are only ordinary disciples.
Not committing evil, but taking life and death, it all depends on the disciples of the Heavenly Saint Realm, do you understand?"
The scene of Qiu Changjian killing the Liehuo Pavilion old man was deeply etched in their minds.
His status is as high as that of the Liehuo Pavilion Elder, and life and death only depend on the thoughts of a disciple in the Heavenly Saint Realm.
The Heavenly Saint Realm is the real Saint Realm. Only when you enter the Heavenly Saint Realm can you truly become a human master!
Zheng Yilin's eyes were burning: "Sir, how many people in each session can enter the Heavenly Saint Realm?"
"How many people?" Qiu Changjian's lips raised a hint of sarcasm: "You should ask how many years it takes for one person to enter the Heavenly Saint Realm."
What? How many times did one person appear? The threshold for inclusion in Tianshengyu is unparalleled.
"Okay, let's start and use our strongest martial arts." Qiu Changjian said.
First, the four shortlisted monsters from Wuzong Academy showed off their respective strengths.
Qiu's long sword remained motionless, his starry eyes were calm, and he didn't say a word.
It wasn't until Donglin took action that Qiu Changjian commented leisurely: "Generally, in the Mortal Saint Realm, they belong to the middle and lower class."
Donglin was so anxious that he didn't vomit blood. In the empire, he was ranked among the top four beings, and he was the proud man of the contemporary world. However, in the Mortal Saint Realm, he only belonged to the middle and lower class!
There is no doubt that Donglin has no connection with the Heavenly Saint Realm, and even in the Mortal Saint Realm, it only belongs to the ordinary level.
Then, Chong Nanfei took action, Qiu Changjian's starry eyes remained calm: "It's not bad, he's an average person in the Mortal Saint Realm."
Chong Nanfei is bitter, and all holy realms belong to the middle class, so naturally they have no connection with the heavenly holy realm.
Xia Jingyu bit her silver teeth slightly. Among them, her cultivation level was the lowest, and she might not be able to enter the eyes of Qiu Changjian.
After thinking about it, Xia Jingyu accidentally thought of the holy meaning taught by Su Yu, so she thought it would be better to take a different approach.
With a soft breath, Xia Jingyu's mind sank into the day under the pear blossom moon, as if she was lying in Su Yu's arms, peaceful and quiet, full and warm, letting the finger of the sky shine.
Tsk-
A finger traces across the sky, with a unique rhythm that makes Xia Jingyu look like a fairy in a painting, incomparable.
Qiu Changjian's starry eyes lit up, and for the first time there was a smile on his face: "Yes, the essence of the Holy Will is lifted out of the dust, containing the majestic power of heaven and earth, swallowing up thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, magnificent and wonderful! Finally, the trip was worth it, and I found a heavenly being.
Those qualified for the Holy Realm.”
"What's your name?" Qiu Changjian said with a smile and a friendly tone.
"Xia Jingyu." She was confused, entering the Heavenly Saint Realm like this?
"Okay, Junior Sister Xia, prepare to take care of all the sundries in the mortal world for one day, and then follow me back to the Holy Realm tomorrow. We have one more companion." Qiu Changjian's eyebrows were dancing, and he was in a good mood.
What? All eight people were shocked, Xia Jingyu actually entered the Heavenly Saint Realm?
All just because Xia Jingyu showed his holy will?
Zheng Yilin, the only one left, looked happy, clasped his fists and laughed: "Congratulations Jingyu, it seems that you and I will still be in the Heavenly Saint Realm, and we hope to support each other in the future."
He was elated. It turned out that the Holy Will was the difference between heaven and earth. He, Zheng Yilin, also understood the Holy Will and was qualified to enter the Holy Realm of Heaven.
In this way, he will get along with Xia Jingyu for a long time in the future.
Thinking about the holy land that day, which was far away and mysterious, and where people were unfamiliar with it, Xia Jingyu, a woman, was naturally uneasy. He and Xia Jingyu came from the same area, so they would naturally approach him and seek mutual support.
After spending time together day and night, and growing in love with each other over time, Xia Jingyu will be attracted to him sooner or later and be willing to marry him.
Thinking of this, Zheng Yilin felt happy and excited as never before.
Su Yu, Su Yu, it doesn't matter if you win against me, Xia Jingyu is still my woman after all, you just stay in the mortal world and look up to me!
Xia Jingyu frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.
Qiu Changjian's face showed surprise and he couldn't help but expect: "Why, you also understand the holy will? Hurry, show it."
Zheng Yilin was proud in his heart, humble in face, and displayed his holy will solemnly.
A ball of light distorted his body and fired ten punches. Each punch was confused by light and shadow, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.
After using it in a surging mood, Zheng Yilin raised his head and looked at Qiu Changjian, his face suddenly stiffened.
Qiu Changjian's look of expectation has long since disappeared, and deep disappointment echoed in his starry eyes: "Generally, the average person in the mortal holy realm."
This comment, like being shocked by an electric shock, made Zheng Yilin unable to recover, and said: "But...but I also understand the holy meaning. Xia Jingyu can enter the heavenly holy realm, why am I only qualified to enter the mortal holy realm?"
Hearing this, Qiu Changjian's starry eyes were cold: "Holy will is divided into three grades, upper, middle and lower. Junior Sister Xia's holy will is a rare middle-grade holy will. If you cultivate it, you will have great hope of impacting the saint king in the world. You can't
Comparable to him."
Is there any distinction between superior and inferior holy will?
Zheng Yilin was stunned, his heart fell from heaven to hell, shattered into pieces, and he murmured bitterly: "It turns out that my understanding of the holy meaning is just inferior."
Unexpectedly, Qiu Changjian mercilessly rebuked: "Inferior grade? You think too highly of your own holy will. Your holy will is not even considered as low-grade. Anyone who practices in the Mortal Saint Realm for one or two years will realize it."
Your current level."
What? Not even low-grade fur? Zheng Yilin felt as if he had been hit by a basin of ice water, which made him feel as cold as ice.
Qiu Changjian waved his hand: "Okay, you all step back. Junior Sister Xia will follow me into the Heavenly Saint Realm in one day. The rest of you will be on standby. Within ten days, someone from the Mortal Saint Realm will take you away."
After saying this, Qiu Changjian stood up.
"Senior Brother Qiu, I recommend someone to you, he will definitely satisfy you." Xia Jingyu showed her face.