Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Quasi-sage Haoran, can you come to the ship to have a chat?"

Zhao Ke's voice sounded.

Su Han smiled, and with a movement of his body, he appeared on the green battleship. In addition to Zhao Ke, there were dozens of disciples from the Yue Jian Mansion on the battleship. Their cultivation levels were all extremely high, at least above ten tribulations. .

Thinking back to when he first came to the immortal world, the Golden Body of Ten Tribulations was considered the overlord of one party. Within the Yaksha clan, the Golden Body of Seven Tribulations could also become the great Yaksha of a tribe.

The Yue Jian Mansion is estimated to be much stronger than the Yasha Clan, and the Yue Jian Mansion is just a sect force within the Three Eyes Clan.

"You are not Quasi Saint Haoran."

Zhao Ke waved his hand gently and laid down a forbidden spell to isolate the sound. At this time, even if a quasi-sage of the same level wanted to eavesdrop, they would not be able to hear the conversation between her and Su Han.

On Xuanyuan Jingyuan's side, after Zhao Ke laid down the forbidden law, he immediately let out a cold snort, glanced coldly in the direction of Zhao Ke, and then returned to the inner cabin.

The strength of the God Clan is far different from that of the Three-Eyed Clan. Even compared with the Yue Jian Mansion, it cannot compare. Otherwise, with his temper, he would not have a hint of forbearance and concession when talking to Zhao Ke. .

"Jingyuan, this Haoran quasi-sage is the first of the three quasi-sages in Beicang Mountain. If you kill him, there will definitely be a heavy reward from Xuanyuan Temple."

A divine golden body whispered.

"How could I not know? But this is in the Central Dragon Court, and Yue Jian Mansion is the leader of the so-called six major sects in Nanfangbu Prefecture.

They will not allow us to attack the human race without authorization unless we find a reason to turn it into a personal grudge. "

Xuanyuan Jingyuan said with a gloomy face.

"Jingyuan, this is very simple. After the Colorful City opens, I will find an excuse to anger him. Once he takes action, we will join forces to kill him. But I still need you to do more. After all, you are a quasi-sage. I just Eleven kalpas of golden body.”

The golden body of the God Clan whispered.

"Okay, as long as you can provoke him and let him take the initiative to attack you, then it will be natural for me to suppress him and kill him. There will be no reason for Yue Jianfu to say anything."

Xuanyuan Jingyuan smiled lightly.

The background of the human race is completely different from that of the gods. They are both in the second realm of quasi-sage, so he has no fear of the human race.

This is where his confidence lies.

…

"Isn't he Haoran Quasi-Saint?"

The golden bodies of Yue Jian Mansion looked at each other, and Zhao Ke's words surprised them.

"Have you ever seen the quasi-sage Haoran?"

Su Han smiled lightly.

Zhao Ke saw that Su Han was calm and composed, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then nodded slightly: "I have indeed met Quasi-Sage Haoran. Our Master Qingxiu of Yuejian Mansion knows you, the Saint of Nanhua in Beicang Mountain. In the early years, there was a Saint of Nanhua. The person brought Quasi-Sage Haoran to Yue Jian Mansion to visit Master Qingxiu. I happened to be at Qingxiu Peak at that time, so I saw

one side. "

Zhao Ke nodded slightly.

There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "You must be from the human race, right? Your aura is exactly that of the human race, and you are the Seven-Star Quasi-Saint? But I heard that the Seven-Star Quasi-Saint was injured at the hands of the Gods, and there is a scar on his face that has never gone away.

The appearance of Prisoner Dragon Quasi-Sage is also inconsistent with Your Excellency. "

"Beicang Mountain, the fourth quasi-sage, now named Wuxin."

Su Han smiled lightly.

"It turns out that Beicang Mountain has another quasi-sage..."

The golden body of Yue Jian Mansion was suddenly stunned, and then a little surprised. This fourth quasi-sage seemed to be cultivating Taoism?

"Wuxin..."

Zhao Ke nodded slightly and asked curiously: "Taoist Priest Wuxin, are you practicing Tao Clan skills?"

"Well, I have a deep understanding of the Tao Te Ching of the Tao clan, so I plan to practice Taoism to become a Taoist saint."

Su Han smiled lightly and nodded.

Someone couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It was another woman with a cultivation level of about ten calamities. When she saw everyone looking at her, she couldn't help saying:

"Master Wu Xin, the Tao Te Ching of the Tao clan is a common scripture. Every Tao clan has read it at least a thousand times since birth. It is not a kind of practice.

However, in our Yue Jian Mansion, we do have some Dao Clan Kung Fu books. However, if we cannot condense the Dao Seal, our practice will be half the result with half the effort, and the power of its methods will not be as powerful as pure martial arts. "

"Zhao Shanshan, don't be rude."

Zhao Ke frowned slightly.

Zhao Shanshan stuck out her tongue and said nothing.

Zhao Ke then looked at Su Han and showed an apologetic smile, "Shanshan is my sister. She is neither old nor young. She has developed such a habit. Don't be offended by Taoist Wu Xin."

"How can I be surprised? This is what she said. The Tao Te Ching is indeed just an ordinary scripture."

Su Han smiled lightly and nodded.

When Zhao Ke heard this, he hesitated and said:

"Since Taoist Master Wu Xin can become the fourth quasi-sage of the human race in Beicang Mountain, his cultivation qualifications must be good. If he really practices Taoism, he may miss his own martial arts foundation and go astray.

Shanshan is right in what she said. If the Taoist clan's Taoist seal is not condensed, and the Taoist clan can also use Taoist magical powers, compared with the Taoist clan, the power of the foreign race will only be 20% or 20% at most.

This method is only suitable for the Tao clan, just like the thousands of pupil techniques in the earthly immortal world. The power of the same pupil technique on my three-eyed clan will be several times stronger. "

"This must have something to do with the power of luck."

Su Han sighed.

Zhao Ke nodded slightly, "In addition to the innate ability of blood, luck is also crucial."

At this point, she immediately shut her mouth.

The luck of the human race is extremely weak. If it weren't for the constant support of the Saint of Nanhua, it would have long become a wandering race without a Saint to take charge.

When she mentioned this at this moment, it was like scolding the bald man in front of the monk.

"Miss Zhao Ke, there is no need to have any grudges. My luck as a human race is indeed too weak. I don't have anything I want. This is a fact."

Su Han smiled and said, "If you don't have anything else to do, why don't you just say goodbye first?"

"I'll give it to you."

Zhao Ke nodded.

After Su Han left the battleship, Zhao Shanshan asked curiously: "Sister, why do you have such a good attitude with him?"

"The fate of the human race is hundreds of times weaker than that of our Three-Eyed Clan, so so far, the human race has only one saint, and with him, there are four quasi-sages.

But precisely because of this, their path of cultivation is very difficult. When they were just born, they were not even in the physical state. From this step by step, they practiced to the quasi-sage state.

If his talents and abilities were placed among the Three-Eyed Clan, he would definitely be at the top of the list. Listen to my sister, do not provoke the existence of these weak tribes in the future. Maybe one day, he will turn into a dragon when encountering a storm. "

Zhao Ke smiled lightly.

Zhao Shanshan nodded in understanding, but she still believed that there was no need to care too much about the strong men of these weak tribes.

Without the luck bonus, the further you go on the path of cultivation, the more difficult it will be. It is basically impossible to break out of the siege and become a saint, or even a great saint.

…

For the next ten days or so, Su Han would take out the Xuantian chessboard every day to see what was happening on Qingchen's side. The rest of the time, he would sit quietly and wait.

Finally, a giant bunker that was several times larger than all the battleships present emerged from the void. Above, there is a dragon flag hanging with the word "Nan" written on it!