God Emperor

"Is Wuma Jiuxing the illegitimate son of Lord Sword? He has only been a god for a thousand years and he has given him the secret of the sword." The Blood Ancestor of the Fourth Armor said with envy in his eyes.

Shang Hong glanced at him coldly.

The Sijia Blood Ancestor's expression changed, and he realized that he shouldn't mention the name "Sword Master" lightly, and quickly lowered his head.

The Lord of Gods cannot speak arbitrarily!

All the gods looked at the sky and saw the swords flying from all directions.

"Once the secret of the Dao of Swords is revealed, that old man may be..." The master of Minghuafang felt regretful.

Originally, she wanted to ask him for music lessons and seek a breakthrough in her realm, but unfortunately she didn't have the chance!

Mystery is the most terrifying power in the world of gods.

Wu Ma Jiuxing has mastered a lot of secrets of sword art. The entire Xinghuantian and the world's sword art rules have been inspired by him, which is enough to unleash a combat power that far exceeds his own cultivation.

"Swish!"

Countless thousands of blades of various types fell from the sky, falling straight towards Zhang Ruochen who was sitting cross-legged in the thousands of miles of flat lake.

Break through the stars and break through the divine clouds.

Knives rained down.

Zhang Ruochen remained calm. Every time he struck the wooden binding, countless blades shattered into iron powder and turned into flame points, igniting the void in a majestic and magnificent way.

People and swords are united, and swords and earth are united.

The earth and the sky are united, and the sky and man are united.

The long hair of Wu Ma's Nine Lines danced wildly, and his eyes were stern. Once again, the four forces united into one, and he slashed with his sword.

I don't know how many rules of swordsmanship from the world were integrated with the four-way swordsmanship. The real body flew up and slashed straight at Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The sound of wooden bindings became more intensive.

Sometimes it was crisp, sometimes it was heavy, sometimes it was the collision of gold and stone, and various strange phenomena appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head, including flashes of thunder and lightning, sound waves transforming into divine birds, and thousands of troops charging towards him.

"It's unstoppable. No matter how superb your spiritual power is, you can break all the laws with one strike."

The nine lines of Wu Ma split apart the layers of strange phenomena, and the divine light emanating from them was so bright that it could be seen in the First Goddess City hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly paused, without knocking, and looked up at him.

His heart beat violently, forming a powerful spiritual light wave that spread across the flat lake thousands of miles away and hit the formation light wall thousands of miles away.

Zhang Ruochen's cloudy eyes suddenly became as bright as two stars.

"Breaking through!"

Shang Hong was the first to sense it, with a strange look on his face.

"Obviously, he is already in his twilight years, with only a trace of the fire of life left, but he can still break through. This old gentleman is really extraordinary." Liu Qingcheng sighed.

In a small city not far from the battlefield, a handsome man with disheveled hair and a martial arts fanatic was sitting quietly with Yu Chenjing, peeking out into the sky and saying, "This is the seventy-fourth level of spiritual power!"

It was Yu Taizhen of the Qianxing Civilization, one of the top experts in the Yuanhui.

After saying that, Yu Taizhen continued to drink porridge.

With his protection, this small town, although it was very close to the battlefield, was peaceful and peaceful.

Yu Chenjing asked: "Uncle Ten, does he have a chance to defeat Wu Ma Jiuxing?"

"Other seventy-fourth-level mental power gods are locked in a cage of thousands of miles in size, and have a decisive battle with Wu Ma Jiuxing who masters the secrets of the sword. 90% of them will die. But he, it is hard to say."

"Why can't you tell me?"

Yu Taizhen raised his head, with a layer of white porridge covering his lips, and said: "The most important thing about mental power gods is the use of mental power. The better the use, the stronger the combat power."

"Just like the supreme saints, some can only cultivate one trillion holy rules, while others can cultivate thirty trillion holy rules. They can be called Yuanhui-level representatives."

"At the same level, the combat power is more than ten times worse?"

Yu Chenjing smiled and said: "I understand, that old man is the Yuanhui-level representative among spiritual monks."

"Representative of the Spiritual Power Association? Haha, there is no such thing, but you are not wrong if you say so. But..."

Yu Taizhen's eyes became much more serious and he said: "That old man can't possibly be some hidden figure. You have to know that the ones with the strongest use of spiritual power are the holy places of spiritual power such as Tiannan Life and Death Ruins and Void Great Tribulation Palace. Most of the most powerful divine spells come from these places.”

"That old man, when his mental power was only at the peak of the seventy-third level, he was able to communicate with the way of heaven through music and draw the power of heaven and earth for his own use. His understanding of the five elements puts me to shame."

"If such a person does not have the guidance of a supreme being behind him, and is not born in a holy land of spiritual power, then it can only be said that he must be amazingly talented, not to mention a representative of the spiritual power Yuanhui, I am afraid he can already be called spiritual How could such a talented Yuanhui-level genius end up like this in his old age?”

Under normal circumstances, spiritual gods of the 70th and 71st levels correspond to pseudo-god-level combat powers.

A seventy-second level spiritual power god is roughly equivalent to the combat power of a lower god.

A low-level god with a strong foundation can generally cultivate into the world of gods and reach the level of a mid-level god within a thousand years.

Even if the qualifications are slightly inferior and the foundation is slightly inferior, it will take ten thousand years to be promoted to a mid-level god.

However, it is extremely difficult for the middle gods to advance to the upper gods. More than half of the middle gods cannot do it before their lifespan is exhausted.

A person who has practiced for a thousand years will become a middle-level god, and a person who has practiced for a hundred thousand years will also become a middle-level god.

That's why the median god's combat power span is very huge. Therefore, spiritual gods of the seventy-third and seventy-fourth levels correspond to the median divine combat power.

Reaching the seventy-fifth level corresponds to the combat power of a higher god.

Of course, these are not absolute, because spiritual power and martial arts are completely different cultivation systems.

There are too many factors that affect combat effectiveness, such as supreme holy weapons and artifact-level warriors.

For example, secrets, formations, and talismans.

For example, the level of the use of mental power, the strength of the practice of magical powers.

Another example is the impact of the environment on combat effectiveness, and the impact of mental state on combat effectiveness.

It is possible for a low-level god like Yan Wushen to defeat a seventy-fifth level spiritual power god.

It is not difficult for a spiritual spirit god who was born in Tiannan Life and Death Ruins, or a descendant of the Supreme Being, to break the limit of spiritual power.

Realm is dead.

In actual combat, there are too many variables.

The same two people, fighting in the same place and in the same way, may end up with different results. Just like the Blood Jue God of War and Huangtian, they have been fighting for many years, but each has his own victory and defeat, and no one can always defeat the other.

After his spiritual breakthrough, Zhang Ruochen seemed to suddenly be glowing with vitality. His hair was white and had a tendency to turn into black hair.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen knocked down with one blow, and the wooden bindings collided.

The shocking sound was like divine thunder, shattering all the blades in the sky.

Wu Ma Jiuxing also suffered an impact, bleeding from all his orifices, shattered armor, and even his skin cracked, and the divine blood that flew out turned into a rain of blood.

But he is determined and has a strong fighting spirit.

The sword facing the sky continued to slash at Zhang Ruochen.

"die!"

Wuma Jiuxing's entire face was cracked, but his eyes were extremely sharp, and the knife in his hand moved forward inexorably.

Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but touch the space ring. Instead of taking out an artifact that would reveal his identity, he took out a stone tripod, controlled it with his mental power, and smashed it into the sky.

"Boom."

The strength of Wuma Jiuxing had been completely eliminated by the previous sound wave, leaving only a sword force that had no return.

The stone cauldron hit him and he was thrown away. He could hardly lift the bronze sword in his hand.

Zhang Ruochen's old body jumped up, grabbed the stone tripod, and slashed it down again.

"Bang!"

Wu Ma Jiu Xing was thrown into the air for the second time. It was originally a cracked flesh body, but pieces of flesh and blood were blown out.

Zhang Ruochen's physical body is absolutely Taoist, and he has survived the divine tribulation, so his strength is naturally not weak.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

Being hit by Zhang Ruochen and sent flying again and again, Wuma Jiuxing was completely unable to regain his power, and even the bronze sword in his hand was thrown away.

Forced to have no choice, Wu Ma Jiuxing had no choice but to release his seventieth level of mental power, condensed a stream of lightning, and struck at Zhang Ruochen who was chasing behind him.

Then, the gods saw a shocking scene.

The white-haired old man, who was originally a god with spiritual power, walked as fast as flying and was as fierce as a dragon or a tiger. He carried a huge stone cauldron and used pure physical strength to beat Wu Ma Jiu Xing wildly.

Wu Ma Jiuxing, who was originally a martial arts god, could only use mental power to resist.

"What's going on? The old man has already put half of his foot in the coffin, so why is his body so powerful? Is he still a martial arts god?"

"The stone tripod in his hand is somewhat unusual. It has the Sanskrit inscriptions of the Sixth Patriarch and the Udumbara flower imprints on it."

…

Wu Ma Jiuxing was beaten by the stone tripod, his head was broken, his divine bones were broken, and his divine body was in tatters. He finally seized the opportunity, took out the Zhou Fan Bracelet and beat it out.

The Zhou Fan Bracelet is a destiny treasure that Zhang Ruochen obtained in the ancient realm of Destiny Mountain.

It is both a treasure of fate and a treasure of time.

It's a pity that it was taken away by Wuma Jiuxing a thousand years ago.

The Zhou Fan Bracelet imprisoned Zhang Ruochen, and in an area centered on him, time was forcibly changed by the power of fate, forming a special time field.

Zhang Ruochen was trapped in a cycle of time and could not get out.

Wu Ma Jiuxing could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but ignored the injuries on his body and immediately mobilized the rules of the sword to condense a hundred-foot-long light sword above his head.

"it's all over!"

"cut!"

The light knife slashed down.

However, the moment he swung the knife, he was shocked to see Zhang Ruochen, who was trapped in the cycle of time, had escaped, holding the Zhou Fan Bracelet, staring at him.

"I don't know how to use time treasures, I'll teach you."

Zhang Ruochen used his mental power to mobilize the divine energy of heaven and earth and inject it into the Zhoufan bracelet. On the bracelet, dense lights of destiny and time marks emerged.

The light of destiny turned into a circular river.

The time-marked light spots flowed along the circular river of destiny, enveloping Wuma Jiuxing and the light knife he chopped.

As a result, Wuma Jiuxing fell into a real time loop. He kept swinging the knife and couldn't stop at all, and the energy in his body was rapidly drained.

"What kind of treasure is this? Why is it so weird?" A god was shocked.

"Everyone, if we also fall into the situation of Wu Ma Jiu Xing, do you have any way to break the predicament?"

"This treasure is made from the two eternal powers of time and destiny. I'm afraid it can only be broken through by using cultivation. Moreover, the cultivation is far superior to that of the owner of the Zhou Fan Bracelet."

"Forcibly break through? No, right? The old man easily took control of the Zhou Fan Bracelet from Wuma Jiuxing. According to my opinion, to break through the cyclic time field, you only need to have strong mental power. ." Sijia Xuezu said.

The gods talked a lot.

Shang Hong's face was serious, and he realized that something was wrong. If he continued like this, Wuma Jiuxing would inevitably run out of power in the cyclic time field.

He unleashed his divine power and put pressure on the four heads of the Goddess's Twelve Workshops, saying: "If you don't immediately ask the divine master to collect the formations, do you really hope that Wuma Jiuxing will die in the hands of the old man? Who is the anger of the Sword Master? I can afford it..."

"Boom!"

A shocking loud noise sounded on the battlefield in the formation, and dust flew into the sky.