Chapter 569 The Holy King of Heaven and Earth Asks for the Sword
Beidou, the center of the Urban Management Department.
Xiao Yuntian is discussing with Zhuquetian about attracting investment. The latter knows nothing about business.
Like most reincarnations, he maintains a contemptuous attitude towards business and economy, and regards mortal money as dirt. But it is essential to develop social commerce. Even monks actually have commercial activities, but they are still in a relatively rough stage.
As long as the Immortal Palace is prosperous and peaceful, and its influence expands endlessly, until it can control the entire world and the number of monks.
Mortal people don’t care whether monks are in power or mortal officials are in power. Most people only care about the life in front of them, and they care about daily necessities.
Economic issues must be addressed.
Zhuquetian doesn’t understand business, but he knows the forces of all parties.
The distribution of forces in various regions such as China, the Western Regions, and overseas fairy islands.
Xiao Yuntian looked thoughtful. Just as he was considering which force to introduce to the Immortal Palace to maximize its profits, he suddenly looked up and looked out the window, his expression becoming serious.
Such changes naturally attracted Zhuquetian's attention. He then looked outside and saw only the blue sky.
He asked: "Sir, what's the matter?"
“Someone with great supernatural powers is born.” Xiao Yuntian replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the office was opened, and a burly figure walked in. Lord Yantian also had a solemn face.
“Is this for the immortals?”
“Perhaps.”
Xiao Yuntian nodded and said: "This breath is very strange. It has exceeded the level that a holy king should have, but it can be sensed by us. If it is already an enlightened supreme existence, it will definitely not be noticed by us, even if it takes the initiative to release the breath Nor should we be made to know the depth.”
There is a saying in the immortal way that becoming a **** is the beginning of practice. When it comes to becoming a god, Holy King is actually not a title for a realm, but a title of respect.
The real realm is the three realms of the great road.
Enter the Tao, obtain the Tao, become the Tao.
The most complicated stage is getting the Tao, one of which is getting the word. Everyone's "Tao" is different, so it is impossible to form a specific evaluation standard.
He and Yan Tianzun are both good at attacking, and they are invincible against others. But excluding the attack, if they were asked to compete in the alchemy formation, they would not be as good as others.
But without exception, the Holy King can feel the other party's Tao.
A peerless sword flew from the sky, and its strength was superior to them. This was their realization.
“Let you and I feel invincible, but not invincible.” Xiao Yuntian frowned, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and a rigid old man appeared.
“That old guy Qiandao was the same way back then!”
“The Qiandao Zhenjun gathered the power of heaven and earth at that time, and his aura was very similar to this person.”
Xiao Yuntian stood up suddenly, speaking almost in unison with Yan Tianjun in tandem.
“Is this someone who wants to become enlightened?”
Enlightenment is the ultimate goal of all monks. If the vast majority of people aim at becoming gods, and all those who transform into gods aim at attaining the Tao, then the Holy King aims at attaining the Tao.
Those who can cultivate to the level of Holy King are all those who have a firm heart in seeking the Tao.
The two of them have also thought about becoming formless, and they are thinking about it at this moment. But because it is too far away, even they have actually given up on enlightenment.
The opportunity for enlightenment is illusory. It cannot be achieved by practicing cultivation, nor can it be achieved by eating the treasures of heaven and earth.
Throughout the ages, there have been methods for entering the Tao, methods for attaining the Tao, and thousands of methods, but there is no method for attaining the Tao.
Because all dharma comes from the enlightened person.
"Impossible. Patriarch Qingxuan said that there are nine forms without form. This is the destiny since the beginning of the world." Xiao Yuntian immediately shook his head and denied, "At most, he can only be half-step without form. No, there is no half-step without form. This is the will Only when one’s own way has been honed to the extreme can one have some formless grace.”
“That is also the path that is one step closer to formlessness.”
Yan Tianjun's eyes were full of scorching heat, and the fire spirit energy in them was dancing like two great suns.
“Since he asked about Jian Tianxia, let’s go and ask about the sword that is closest to Wuxiang!”
Zhu Quetian next to him looked confused, and was also frightened when he heard Chengdao. After joining the Immortal Palace, he will naturally have access to some secrets that outsiders don't know.
For example, how many holy kings and gods are there in the Immortal Palace, the three realms of the Great Dao, Wuxiang, etc.
After enlightenment, there is no form!
Someone wants to break through formlessness?
Zhuquetian's scalp was numb. He looked up but could not see anything strange.
“Two seniors, why can’t I feel it?”
"Because when I ask about the sword, I am asking about the holy kings of the world and all those who have attained the Tao."
Xiao Yuntian came to the window and raised his eyes to look at the moon. At this moment, Suzaku saw the bright moon.
White as snow, cold as ice, the pure moonlight is the path revealed by a supremely powerful person with supernatural powers.
“His intention to challenge the strongest men in the world is just an expression, in fact, he wants to challenge the emperor. He has come to the outer reaches of China in a bright light, and we cannot turn a blind eye to such a provocative behavior.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yuntian turned into a sword light and shot straight into the sky, followed closely by Yan Tianjun.
Zhu Quetian quickly came to the window, and what he saw was countless streams of light flying backwards. For a time, the saint kings who were honored as ancestors in the past practice circles, and even pioneered a kind of Taoism appeared one after another.
This scene looks as if the Holy King is ordinary.
After another thought, he saw himself more than ten years ago, when all the resuscitators were Yuanying gods.
While he was fighting with others, there were many Nascent Soul reincarnations below who could only watch from a distance but did not dare to get close. Their Nascent Soul cultivation levels were all overlords in their previous lives, but they became bystanders after reincarnation.
‘The Nascent Souls are as numerous as dogs, turning into spirits and walking all over the ground. ’
Now it’s my turn.
Zhuquetian sighed, silently flew out of the window, came to the side of those reincarnated gods, and became one of the bystanders.
It is not that I have become weaker, nor that there are more strong people.
It’s just that I, like a group of frogs in the well, cannot see clearly the history of the world throughout the ages, and I don’t want to admit that I am just an inconspicuous little person in the eyes of the ages.
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Ten thousand meters high in the sky, the sky is beyond the sky.
One saint king ancestor came through the air, and without exception, their eyes were focused on a stern young man with ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and standing with a sword in his arms.
Qiu Wuji looked around and saw that these holy kings who had been invited included almost half of the holy kings in the world of spiritual practice throughout the ages.
There are some familiar faces among them, and there are a few defeated generals who were his contemporaries. There are also some rumored holy kings who do not exist in their own era.
There are also legendary and rare animals.
son of the ancestral dragon, phoenix, unicorn, sky fox, hundred demons
‘These are nothing to worry about. ’
Qiu Wuji's eyes were fixed on a monk. His cultivation level was not high, but his aura was very eye-catching. It is very similar to the thunder gun he came into contact with, and it should be Li Changsheng's thunder method.
‘I heard that Li Changsheng had two disciples, one was a Buddha, and this one should be the one who saved the world. ’
Then his eyes turned and fell on the Holy King of Immortal Palace, a total of thirteen people.
Two of them are very good.
What they asked for was a sword.
Ask about your own sword, and ask about the path that is one step closer to formlessness.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have called so many people if I said "Ask the Sword of the World". Not all holy kings are warlike. The great road is open to all rivers. Practicing fighting skills is just a way to protect the road, and it is not about comparing one's fist to others.
But one thing is common.
That is the desire for the Tao.
Xiao Yuntian walked out of the crowd. As soon as he took a step, unparalleled pressure came from all directions. The ‘power’ created by the Holy Kings present was even more intense than the water pressure tens of thousands of meters under the sea!
Zheng!
There was a sound of sword sound, which made most of the holy kings take half a step back, with horrified expressions on their faces. In an instant, it was clear who the Holy King was.
Those holy kings who retreated belong to the lower class among the holy kings. This classification is not a battle of skills, but a lack of understanding of the Tao, otherwise they would not be repelled with a sound. Those who did not retreat were considered superior, and there were only about 20 people among more than 100 people.
Du Shi was prominently among them. He chanted sutras in a low voice and stayed away from the incident.
This also caught the attention of a fat monk. He wanted to get in touch with him, but he gave up after a second thought.
The other party’s background is too scary.
Xiao Yuntian asked: "How to ask about the sword?"
"No matter the Tao, don't seek external things." Qiu Wuji replied, "If you want to know a closer Tao, you only need to take my sword and strike it with one sword."
I do not care about the Tao and do not seek external things.
That is, no money is required, but there is no guarantee of survival.
These words moved many holy kings, some of whom could not believe that such good things could happen in the world.
Tao is the foundation of a strong man, the essence of everything, and an inheritance that can be passed down through the ages. And Qiu Wuji's Tao is definitely the most top-notch inheritance besides Wuxiang. There is no need to pay for such inheritance.
There is even no guarantee of survival!
Xiao Yuntian smiled and said: "I don't need a sword, I want to differentiate between them."
"A distinction between superiors and inferiors?" Qiu Wuji took a deep look at the other party, nodded after a moment and said: "If it were you, you can distinguish between superiors and inferiors, and you can also decide between life and death."
“But you can’t be the first to ask about the sword.”
Xiao Yuntian had just pulled out the sword, and the blade was half an inch out of the sheath. When he heard this, he stopped and asked, "Why?"
"Because you are very strong, I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold back after a duel with you. Then the people behind you will not be asking about swords, but about fate."
Qiu Wuji said lightly, his tone was matter-of-fact, but his words seemed to be contemptuous of others.
But no one present refuted, and no holy king expressed dissatisfaction.
When they have reached their level of cultivation, they have already understood all principles and will not be blinded by external objects. Have a clear understanding of everything and have the magnanimity to accept them.
It only takes a moment for them to recognize someone who is stronger than themselves.
Qiu Wuji is stronger than everyone present.
"In that case, I won't disturb others."
Xiao Yuntian retreated into the crowd again, and then Qiu Wuji looked at the crowd and said, "Who asked about the sword?"
“I, Qing Yan Zhenjun, please enlighten me!”
A unicorn stepped out of the air, and the surrounding holy kings immediately dispersed, leaving an airspace of a thousand miles.
Qilin stepped on the green flames, and as soon as he appeared on the stage, he used the holy king's appearance, and his body expanded to tens of thousands of meters, like a sacred mountain towering above the low-Earth orbit.
Then with the endless power of the holy beast, he crashed towards Qiu Wuji.
It barely said a word and used its killing move as soon as it came up. A full-strength strike without reservation is a sign of respect for the strong, and also a caution for one's own life.
Qiu Wuji stood on the spot, the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand had not left his body, but a ray of sword light flashed in his eyes.
Zheng!
A white light flashed, and the Qilin's Dharma was annihilated.
The Qilin Holy King's front leg was broken, his breath was confused, and he was severely injured.
But he survived after all.
It bowed its head slightly and saluted, saying: "Thank you for your teaching."
After saying that, he walked away in a panic, as if he was afraid that the people present would cut him into pieces. In fact, this is not unfounded worry, because Qilin, as a strange beast in the world, is an innate treasure.
These strange beasts can reach the level of holy kings by virtue of their bloodline. But everything has advantages and disadvantages. The easier it is to gain the Tao, the more unstable the Tao will be.
Those who become saints by blood and those who are born saints are mostly inferior to the Holy King.
Their appearance and demise will not affect the heaven and earth, but may cause the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to deplete due to their numbers.
Qiu Wuji said: "The next one."
Another holy king of the exotic beast type entered the scene, and another sword light flashed. This time, the corpse was separated, blood splashed into the sky, and the soul was scattered.
A holy king died.
Although it is said that he was sanctified by blood and his own way is similar to inheritance, he is still a holy king after all.
Qiu Wuji killed the opponent before his sword was even drawn out of its sheath. Is this a big gap? They are both holy kings, but the Tao is one step closer to Wuxiang. Are they so different?
What kind of grace is Wuxiang?
The Holy King was silent, while some people's eyes were even more intense.
Another half-quarter of an hour later, the third one came on the stage, which was also a beast with sanctified blood, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth.
Nearly all of them were struck by a sword light, and they either escaped with serious injuries or were killed on the spot.
Thirty holy kings, ten died.
The remaining people will be able to climb to a higher level in the future after this sword quest. It can be said that if you hear the truth in the morning and in the evening, death is enough.
But there are also those who are timid. The thirtieth Holy King is not the last beast from heaven and earth, but he is the last one to appear. The remaining dozen people are hesitant.
“Amitabha.”
Du Shi stood up, chanted a Dharma chant in a low voice, and said: "Donor, please rest for a while and adjust your breath."
Qiu Wuji shook his head.
If it were normal circumstances, if Qiu Wuji faced hundreds of holy kings in a round-robin battle, I am afraid that half of them would have been exhausted by the time.
The thirty holy kings just now consumed most of his mana. Although he did not draw his sword, he was facing a holy king after all, and it was impossible to defeat him with a single blow.
However, at this moment, he is carrying the foundation of Feng Wa. Feng Wa is the mother of the earth and the source of earth and spiritual veins, giving him endless magic power.
This mana is of great benefit in fighting, but so far no Saint King has been able to draw his sword.
“Amitabha, in this case that poor monk would be rude.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step out of the world, and was immediately enveloped by the bright sword light, just like the dozens of holy kings before.
boom!
The sound of clashes of fighting was heard.
A flash of blood broke through the sword light. For the first time, someone did not passively bear this sword that was infinitely close to being invisible!
The saint kings who were originally looking forward to watching life and death widened their eyes slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a red Buddha with three heads and six arms appeared. His angry eyes and fangs were like evil ghosts, carrying thousands of thunders.
Punch out with one punch!
The void shattered, and the remaining sword light dissipated.
The Immortal Killing Sword in Qiu Wuji's arms was half an inch out of its sheath, a bit of cold light illuminated the heaven and earth, and the red Buddha was beheaded.
Du Shi vomited blood and shook his body. It took him a full quarter of an hour to regain his balance and asked, "Can't even a poor monk make you draw your sword?"
Qiu Wuji shook his head and said, "It's not enough. I'll draw my sword and chop you, and that's the end of the sword-asking process."
I was speechless when I passed through the world.
He has the confidence to withstand this sword attack, and the opponent has just struck out with a second sword. But Qiu Wuji said this as if he relied on his background to get around.
But there is nothing to say.
All the holy kings were also speechless.
Is this the Qiqiao Exquisite Heart? It's so transparent.
(End of this chapter)