I Just Became An Immortal, My Descendants Beg Me To Come Out of the Mountain

Juexin Divine Monk became the only focal point in the world. Under the gaze of countless people, he walked towards the north city gate step by step in the sky.

As he got closer and closer to the North City Gate, the dignitaries in the city also saw him, and they were all shocked, they stood up one after another, unable to maintain their composure.

This is a world of martial arts, but Dajingren's cognition of martial arts is still at the stage of being a top expert in the spiritual realm, and he has never seen a martial artist who can walk in the sky.

"Is this the god-man..."

Nanyun Buddha stood behind Jiang Yu, muttering to himself with a complicated expression.

The level of the Mahayana dragon tower is very high, and different positions learn different things. The Buddha of Difficulty only recently learned of the existence of the god-human realm, but it is not clear how strong the god-man is.

The same was true for Jiang Yu, the emperor stared blankly at the Juexin monk.

He suddenly felt that the mighty Immortal Master might not be able to win.

It wasn't just him who thought so, everyone who witnessed the Juexin monk thought this way, the Immortal Master Changsheng had never shown the ability to walk forward in the air.

On the hillside of Longqi Mountain, Ling Xiao couldn't help turning his head to look at Arakawa, and asked, "Can Master beat him? This is a battle of life and death."

Arakawa has been in the rivers and lakes for several years. He has seen many masters, but he has never seen such ability. He has no idea, but he is full of confidence in Jiang Changsheng, and said in a deep voice: "Believe in Master, Master is the strongest."

Meng Qiushuang, Qing Ku, Wan Li, Ming Yue and others frowned, but they didn't question Jiang Changsheng, they just waited patiently.

Looking from Longqi Mountain, figures jumped up from the city and landed on the eaves. Looking around, there were figures on the eaves of the whole city. Warriors jumped up, ordinary people leaned on ladders, and all wanted to watch this peerless battle. war.

Many white-clothed guards, Tianwu inspectors, and imperial guards also fell on the eaves to watch the battle, and Hua Jianxin was also there. She looked at the figure of Juexin, and subconsciously clenched the hilt of her sword at her waist.

Just by appearing on the stage, Juexin Divine Monk made people feel that he had won.

In full view of the crowd, the divine monk Juexin landed on the top of the north city gate. He stood upright, waiting for the arrival of the Immortal Master.

Longqi Guanshan, in the courtyard.

Jiang Changsheng stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, Wangchen ran back to the yard, and said nervously: "Master Daoist, that divine monk can fly in the air, don't be careless."

Bai Qi snorted: "Rare is more strange, flying is the symbol of the realm of God and Man."

Bailong raised the snake body, pushed the snake's head out of the branch of the earth spirit tree, and looked at the north city gate from a distance.

Wang Chen had heard Bai Qi spit out people's words a long time ago, so he was not surprised, but just looked at Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Isn't it just flying? I can do it too. I forgot how I survived the tribulation? Usually I'm just too lazy to fly."

This is the truth, if you wrap your body with spiritual power, you can fly easily, but he thinks it is not as handsome as Yujian Flying.

Wangchen heaved a sigh of relief, no longer reminded, turned and left, ready to watch the battle.

The Taihang sword on Jiang Changsheng's waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and he jumped up after him, stepping on the sword and going away with an impressive style.

Bai Qi jumped out of the yard, came to the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the North City Gate.

After Juexin Divine Monk arrived, most people turned their attention to Longqi Mountain, expecting the Immortal Master Changsheng to appear. Soon they saw Jiang Changsheng descending the mountain with his sword, which attracted the cheers of many common people and dignitaries.

Naturally, they were more interested in Immortal Master Changsheng, after all Immortal Master Changsheng was from the capital.

Seeing Jiang Changsheng's appearance, the Unlucky Buddha behind Jiang Yu sneered, and said, "One is going straight in the air, and the other needs to step on the sword. The level of the realm is clear at a glance."

Jiang Yu didn't answer, he also felt the same way.

Jiang Changsheng quickly flew to the top of the city, jumped down lightly, and landed firmly on the eaves of the top of the city. The Taihang sword circled an arc and flew into his scabbard precisely.

This kind of method also made many warriors excited.

"The art of controlling the sword, I didn't expect that there are such swordsmen in today's martial arts."

"The immortal master is not a swordsman."

"Today I can finally appreciate the wonderful patriarchal aspects of martial arts mythology."

"The martial arts mythology is indeed powerful, but it is still slightly inferior to the master."

"Tiangang Taoist, the head of the five great masters, all died in the Hero Tomb. If Juexin Shenshen can win, then he is the strongest master, a true martial arts myth."

Inside and outside the city, high-ranking men, gentry nobles, and ordinary people are all discussing the outcome of the two peerless masters.

Divine Monk Jue Xin opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Jiang Changsheng, and he said, "Immortal Master Changsheng is really young."

Jiang Changsheng chuckled and said, "I'm almost fifty years old, so I'm not young."

The divine monk Juexin was indifferent, and said: "Today's battle is the last battle of the poor monk's life. If the poor monk dies, he will enter the hero's grave, which will help Long Qiguan's reputation. If the immortal master dies, the poor monk will not live long. Very soon. Will follow you soon."

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said, "God monk, do you see that what you are speaking is human?"

Divine Monk Juexin's eyes froze, and he spoke again, but this time with lips.

He explained his reason for coming, and came to restore Chu.

The existence of Jiang Changsheng has become the biggest obstacle to the recovery of Chu.

Jiang Changsheng was not surprised when he saw it, but calmly said: "Then let's do it, there are quite a lot of people, don't keep the spectators waiting."

"The poor monk came to experience the power of today's martial arts myths!"

The divine monk Juexin said in a deep voice, he folded his palms together, the light of the Buddha behind him rose greatly, and the looming Buddha statue became larger, and his body surface began to be filled with true energy, which turned out to be the color of blood.

Jiang Changsheng raised his eyebrows. He could see at a glance that the other party was burning his blood and forcibly improving his skills.

If it goes on like this, even if he wins, Juexin Shenshen will not survive today.

This old guy really worked hard.

Even in the realm of gods and humans, the Juexin monk does not intend to take it lightly, but wants to burn out his lifespan and strike the strongest blow.

The sky is like dusk, a strong wind blows between the sky and the earth, ravages the mountains and forests outside the city, blows the robes of the spectators on the eaves, and a huge coercion envelopes the whole city, even ordinary people can feel oppression, chest tightness It's hard.

The world changes color!

The billowing thunderclouds gathered suddenly, surged violently, and were ready to go.

Jiang Changsheng didn't make a move, but stared at the Juexin monk curiously.

The sacred monk Juexin shouted angrily, and the phantom-like Buddha statue behind him suddenly rose up, reaching a height of hundreds of feet, with a golden light, a burly figure, a majestic aura, and a face like an arhat who subdued a demon, glaring at Jiang Changsheng.

This scene made everyone's eyes widen.

An old beggar outside the city was trembling all over, and murmured: "Stepping on the void and flying into the air, with true energy and concentration, you have surpassed a master, and you are already in the realm of an extraordinary person."

All the warriors were shocked, and they looked at the Juexin monk with fanaticism and awe.

The way of practicing martial arts can be so powerful!

A raging flame was burning in the heart of each of them.

At this moment, the hundred-foot-tall Arhat Golden Buddha suddenly shrank and penetrated into the body of the Juexin monk. The emaciated and old body of the Juexin monk suddenly became strong, his muscles supported the cassock, and his body surface turned golden.

In an instant, he was nearly three meters tall, with a domineering posture. He slowly raised his arms, and two golden Buddha arms condensed on his back, which were extremely dazzling, as if the Buddha's light was shining behind him.

At this moment, the image of Juexin Divine Monk completely surpassed the mortal body, and the emperor Jiang Yu stood up, his eyes widened.

On the cliff, Bai Qi was dumbfounded, and said with emotion: "This scene is not simple, this god-man is too strong..."

That terrible sense of oppression reminded him of the god-man of the Donglin Dynasty, not weak at all.

"This realm is above the master, and also the realm of gods and men. The poor monk used his flesh and blood to create the realm of gods and men in the world for the thirteen states. The warriors in the world are optimistic. The realm that he must pursue in his life!"

The voice of Juexin Divine Monk resounded under the sky, everyone could hear it, no matter inside or outside the city, it was as if the God of Thunder was roaring, shaking people's hearts.

Divine Monk Juexin raised his right arm, and then pulled back the golden arm behind him, making a gesture of about to wave his palm.

With a pull of the horse's step, the divine aura reaches its peak!

He stared at Jiang Changsheng coldly, and said, "Isn't the immortal master still practicing martial arts?"

Jiang Changsheng pinned the Qilin Fuchen to his waist, pulled out the Taihang Sword again, and said with a smile: "Then I will use the unique knowledge of Longqi Temple, the Taiqing swordsmanship, to fight the God of War."

"Why don't you use Miao Zong Fa Xiang?"

"We should let the world see Longqiguan's swordsmanship."

Jiang Changsheng smiled lightly, and then raised his sword, pointing at the Juexin monk.

Divine Monk Juexin laughed out loud, his face became ferocious, his energy and blood had been burned to the extreme, and he couldn't wait any longer.

Under the tense expressions of everyone, the divine monk Juexin let out a roar, and swung his right palm out with a mighty force, as did the golden arm behind his back. With both palms out, thunder exploded, and a white horse fell down at the same time, causing heaven and earth to explode. Pale.

"The Buddha shakes the mountains and rivers!"

Rumble——

The city under their feet turned into dust in an instant and exploded, and the wind of palms that destroyed the world knocked countless people to the ground.

Jiang Changsheng faced the vast skill of the gods and men, suddenly loosened his right hand, and pushed forward with the palm of his hand, the Taihang sword turned into a sword light and slashed out.

call out!

The sky and the earth were shone by this sword light, and the thunder stopped abruptly. Everyone was so shaken that they closed their eyes subconsciously. When they opened their eyes again, the palm wind on the top of the city was scattered, and the sky was set in the direction of Jiang Changsheng's sword. On the central line, the sea of ​​clouds surged towards the sides, endlessly long, as if the sky was split in half, shocking beyond compare.

Absolute Monk Juexin stood in mid-air while waving his palms. A sword pierced through his chest and was inlaid on his golden body. He was trembling all over, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He stared closely at Jiang Changsheng, the golden color on his body slowly faded, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Taiqing swordsmanship... from where did you learn..."

Jiang Changsheng squeezed his right hand slightly, and with a pop, the Taihang sword broke away from the body of the Juexin monk, blood spilled into the sky, and the hilt flew into Jiang Changsheng's palm.

"It was created by me. Although you are a god, my Taiqing swordsmanship is designed to kill gods."

Jiang Changsheng's voice was unusually indifferent, he shook the sword lightly, used spiritual power to disperse the blood on the blade, and put the sword back into the scabbard.

The eyes of the Juexin monk lost their luster, and his body quickly shriveled, turning into the old and weak figure before, and he fell down.

Jiang Changsheng raised his hand and sucked the body of the Juexin monk through the air. He grabbed the belt of the Juexin monk, carried the body and flew towards Longqi Mountain.

The sky and the earth are silent, and there is no sound.

Everyone was still in a sluggish state, and only woke up when they saw Jiang Changsheng flying towards Longqi Temple with the body of the Juexin monk.

"My God! Juexin Divine Monk lost?"

"How is it possible? Just lost like this?"

"Then why was that terrible palm broken by a sword? Just now, even though the distance was far away, the old man felt like he was about to suffocate!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is that? Did the people in front hear it clearly?"

"It's Taiqing swordsmanship! The immortal master said that this sword is designed to slay gods and people. Hiss——Wulin mythology is truly invincible!"

Outside the city, a large number of tycoons knelt down, some were frightened and their legs softened, some were shocked, and they couldn't help but want to bow down. As more and more martial arts knelt down, the momentum spread and was unstoppable. Everyone knelt down and worshiped Longqi to see the direction.

The North City Gate had been reduced to ruins. This scene was seen by most people in the city, and they were also shocked.

There was a scholar standing on the attic with dull eyes. He swallowed and said with emotion: "Taiqing killed the gods and men with a sword, the ghosts trembled and the heavens were shocked, and all warriors in the world kowtowed to welcome the god..."

"The swan song of martial arts in this world..."

Arakawa's excited voice came from Longqi Mountain:

"Send Juexin Divine Monk to the Tomb of Heroes!"

This sound echoed for a long time, making everyone feel the heroic spirit of the martial arts myth.

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