Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

   Chapter 213 [Emperor] [Wu] Path Conflict

   sounds like it's very powerful, so wouldn't it be very troublesome for me to kill and penetrate this [Forbidden City] alone?

  I don't know what kind of diabolical thoughts were mulling over in the mind of the younger brother, Li Min took him through a majestic palace, and then a shocking and magnificent scene slowly came into Zhao Yinshun's eyes.

   A wide river is blocked in front of you like a full-bodied curved bow, and five stone bridges made of white marble are like five arrows on the curved bow, connecting the two sides of the river.

  Across the river is the endless white jade square, and at the end of the line of sight is a huge mountain-like palace.

  The endless oppressive force came from that palace, as if the whole world was firmly smothered by it!

   In the face of such a vast and boundless behemoth, the individual is as small and humble as dust, and involuntarily, a heart of adoration, awe, and surrender swelled up.

  The dark eyes looked directly at the building that represented the heart of the empire, Zhao Yinshun's sharp sword eyebrows slowly frowned.

  Somewhere in the world, an instinctive impulse to blow it up surged up in my heart.

  The five fingers moved slowly and uncontrollably to the hilt of the sword, Zhao Yinshun's heart sank, and he quickly suppressed the weird desire that was just around the corner.

   Taking a deep breath, he clarified his heart and seemed to understand something!

   This is a confrontation between [Free Will] and [Collective Will], a deep contradiction that is difficult to reconcile between the two paths!

   In other words, there is a conflict between the [Martial Arts] path and the [Emperor] path!

   No wonder there is no ninth-order saint in [Martial Arts]!

  There is [Emperor] suppressing it, do you take your head to advance? !

   Trembling all over, Zhao Yinshun suddenly raised his head and looked at the tall figure in front of him.

   "Huh? What's wrong?"

   Aware of his gaze, Li Min turned around leisurely, a gentle smile appeared on his ethereal and beautiful face.

   "Sister..."

"Um?"

   "Forget it, it's fine."

   He thought that Zhao Yinshun was in a revenge for the embarrassment just now, and he was playing tricks on himself. Li Min gave him an angry look and walked straight forward.

   When she turned around, the boy in white instantly dropped his face and let out a long, lifeless sigh.

   Alas... what's going on here?

  There is a conflict between the ninth-order [Emperor] and the ninth-order [Martial Sage]. If you want to ascend to the highest holy position, the free will of the individual must overwhelm or even crush the collective will!

   Aside from his own oddity, even if a normal warrior is strong enough to defy the sky, it is impossible for him to compete against the entire country by himself!

   Overlord Xiang Yu is the best example!

   At that time, his opponent Liu Bang hadn't even officially unified the country to become the emperor. Just mobilizing the army had trapped the strongest eighth-order warrior in history!

   I will definitely be stronger than the overlord Xiang Yu in the future...

   What is the use of being strong again?

   The current emperor is the elder sister's father, so I can't possibly chop off her father's head in front of her, right?

   And the next emperor... is likely to be the big sister herself!

  Involuntarily raised his head and looked up, looking at the slender and charming back, Zhao Yinshun flashed the [White Emperor Sword] inexplicably in her mind, pierced through her vest and pierced through her heart, she couldn't believe the painful and sad eyes when she turned back.

   Agitated all over, the boy in white shook his head violently, throwing the image in his mind out of the sky.

   "Sister..."

   After a pause, Li Min turned around, helplessly looking at the mischievous junior brother.

"what happened again?"

   Looking at her beautiful face, which seemed to be resentful, Zhao Yinshun raised a bright smile inexplicably, and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

"nothing."

  “…”

   The vengeful little guy, didn't he just remind you to be careful of coercion?

  How dare you make fun of me like this? !

  Li Min picked up Zhao Yinshun's face and rubbed it for a while, until his fair cheeks were flushed red before he stopped.

   "Follow me when you cross the bridge!"

   Finally pinched his delicate face, Li Min bared his teeth fiercely at Zhao Yinshun.

  Unfortunately, the appearance of Qingguo Qingcheng is too charming, and the gesture of baring teeth not only has no deterrent effect, but looks a little cute.

   nodded with a smile, the eyes of the young man who followed Li Min stayed on her vest, but wild thoughts flashed in his mind.

  [Martial Way] and [Emperor] have a conflict in the ninth-order niche, if you can't overthrow him, you can only find a way to bypass him!

   But the core strength of [Martial Arts] comes from absolute free will. My heart is both the heart of the heavens, my will is the will of the heavens, and one person is the universe, and does not accept any bondage!

   On the other hand, the [Emperor] is the exact opposite. He is destined by destiny and the embodiment of the collective will, requiring individuals to make concessions to the collective and accept the shackles of rules and order!

   This kind of contradiction at the source level of philosophy is almost irreconcilable. For a time, Zhao Yinshun couldn't think of a way to get the best of both worlds!

   Sigh... If it were so easy, it would be impossible for so many martial arts geniuses from ancient times to be trapped in the eighth rank...

  I have the only possibility of breaking the game violently, and there is no such thing as the absolute power of the ancients to ascend to the holy position!

   But the problem is that the one who stands in the way is his beloved relatives and friends, siblings, and the worst, but also his confidant dog!

   This is not a problem that can be solved by adding money.

   If my sister and I were to kill each other, how sad the cat and the teacher would be...

   Shaking his head with a long sigh, Zhao Yinshun reluctantly began to change his mind.

  How about... take advantage of the small boat to turn around and switch paths?

  Learn from those coquettish **** such as [Warrior Monk], [Sword Immortal], [Paladin], the surface is covered with the skin of martial arts, but the core is religious thinking...

   But in this way, it is better to directly change to a legal rank. Anyway, with the blessing of several unique talents, no matter which path I take, I will definitely crush it.

   Alas... It seems that I will have to get used to the life of the "powerless" master...

  Inexplicably flashed a classic movie clip from the previous life in his mind, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but grin.

  I, Lord of Wu'an, Zhao Yinshun, even though one cavalry is worth a thousand, I will destroy the army by myself, destroy the city and pull out the village, and crush all beings!

   But, I'm a master, I really don't know martial arts, I'm just born with divine power!

  嘭~

  The funny images that were not in tone echoed in his mind. Zhao Yinshun slammed his head against the soft body, and there was a faint and ethereal fragrance between his nose and mouth.

   "It's not over yet, is it?"

  Li Min gave him a glare, and gently stretched out the soft grass.

   "I was just thinking about things."

   subconsciously took Senior Sister's hand, the cold touch was soft and boneless, Zhao Yinshun suddenly reacted.

  I'm not a child, why hold her hand?

   However, before he could resist, Li Min took his hand and set foot on the Baiyu Bridge.

   Walking on the exquisite stone bridge, Zhao Yinshun finally knew why the senior sister was so careful.

   What flows under your feet is not a river, but an endless dark universe. Countless stars and streamers together form a beautiful and splendid Milky Way, flowing toward the "downstream" at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

   "This is the projection of the concept of the galaxy on the material world. Without the permission of the [Emperor], this river can isolate everything."

   Listening to Senior Sister's whisper, Zhao Yinshun withdrew his gaze from the galaxy universe under his feet and cast his gaze towards the majestic palace in the distance.

   With the ocean of stars as a moat, how powerful was the emperor at his peak, and how did you weaken step by step to such a state?

   With endless curiosity, the teenager crossed the Milky Way and set foot on the square paved with white marble.

   "My son Li Min is hereby ordered to bring Lord Wu'an to see him."

   released Zhao Yinshun's hand, and Li Min bowed and saluted the palace at the end of his sight.

"allow."

  The thunderous and majestic voices were layered on top of each other, as if they came from above the nine heavens. Zhao Yinshun's eyes flashed, and he and Li Min crossed an unknown time and space, and instantly appeared in a resplendent ancient and clumsy palace.

   Hundreds of ministers have been waiting for a long time. At the top of the ninth-level jade step in the center, a human-shaped silhouette shrouded in auspicious purple clouds sits on the holy seat. It seems to be surrounded by a phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon, coercing all beings.

  【High-Dimensional Vision】With just a glance, his soul was burned by the divine power of Huanghuang, and the prayers and roars of hundreds of millions of Limin reverberated in his mind, as if there were countless tiny steel needles stabbing nerves.

   lowered his eyes, Zhao Yinshun narrowed his eyes and stood quietly behind the big sister.

   While he was observing the [Emperor], the ministers in the entire hall were also looking at him quietly.

   Yushu is in the wind, and other words are not enough to describe his supernatural charm. When many people saw him, they vaguely recalled another beautiful figure in the imperial capital of a few decades ago.

   "I've heard that Lord Wu'an is like a beautiful jade, and seeing it today, it really lives up to its reputation."

   "As expected of Mr. Duanmu's lofty feet, I don't know how his master is doing now..."

   "Hehe, Master Song still misses Mr. Duanmu?"

   "Cough, cough, I just care about it casually."

   "There is nothing to hide, there are more than one person who admires Mr. Duanmu!"

  …

   Just when a group of people were teasing each other with spiritual thoughts, a will arrogantly intervened.

   "Humph, come on Hu Meihuo!"

  The heated discussion came to an abrupt end, and everyone looked at the gloomy middle-aged woman and closed their mouths tacitly.

   On the other side, Zhao Yinshun felt a scorching gaze, and following his gaze back, he saw that Lu Zhuo was standing in the middle of a group of barbarians staring at him with burning eyes.

   His eyes didn't stay on Lu Zhuo for long, Zhao Yinshun's attention was involuntarily attracted by the person next to him.

   Among the Hu people with an average height of about two meters, the burly body of nearly three meters is like a hill, which stands out from the crowd.

   The exposed muscles are tightly rolled, as if they were made of molten iron, and you can feel a tyrannical force blowing towards your face with just your eyes.

   Feeling Zhao Yinshun's gaze, the man turned his head, the blue-black beard on the face of the resolute national character was like a steel needle, and with the eyes that were not angry and arrogant, it gave people a heavy sense of oppression.

   did not show favor or threaten, the man just looked at Zhao Yinshun calmly for a few seconds, and then silently looked away.

   Beside him, a relatively thin monk Hu noticed the interaction between the two, and his eyes shot back and forth on the boy with interest.

   Sangbo Zanqi couldn't help but laugh when he thought that those ignorant and ignorant extraordinary people actually named him the future [Martial Sage].

   Isn't this roasting him on the fire?

   Then, his eyes turned to the figure above the ninth-level jade rank, and he pursed his lips with a smile that was not a smile.

  This odd number... Is it a hero who can pull Tianqing, or a rebel against the monarchy, [Emperor] How should you face him?

   Is the use?

   Or suppression?

   Or nip it in the bud? !

   But when he thought that Emperor Damin gave the title [Wu'an Jun] to Zhao Yinshun, Sangbo Zanqi shook his head regretfully.

  Even though he saw the threat, he still used his strength to lead the situation... The [Emperor]'s bearing and courage are still far beyond ordinary people!

   However, it may also be because he is still too immature, the third-order... The eighth-order, which is a real threat, is still 108,000 miles away!

   Just as Sangbozanqi's thoughts were flowing, the ministers and ministers in the court had finished the process, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two protagonists today.

   "Fuhu Luohan Desong Mizhuo."

   "The minister is here."

   "Wu'an Jun Zhao Yinshun."

   "The minister is here."

   "The ancestors have been in line, and Jing Yun has relied on Xi. Yu Wei Xiaohuang, respected and allowed to hold. Use the light on the great Lie, and turn the quilt into Li..."

  The nonsense continued for a few minutes, Zhao Yinshun kept his fists and bowed, his eyes rolled in his heart.

   "According to the old system of Emperor Gaozu, cultivating the legacy of Emperor Sejong, ordering you to perform martial arts in front of the imperial family, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, bless my land of China, the five crops will be prosperous, and the six animals will be prosperous..."

   However, with the reading of the sacrificial text, Zhao Yinshun suddenly sensed a mysterious fluctuation in the underworld disturbing the luck, and his pupils could not help shrinking slightly.

   I thought that choosing the day of the winter solstice to sacrifice to the sky and perform martial arts was just an excuse, but now it seems that it is not just a simple delay, but has a certain symbolic meaning.

With a thought of   , Zhao Yinshun subconsciously looked at the burly and strong man standing side by side with him, and unsurprisingly saw a pair of determined pupils full of fighting intent.

  唰~

   In the next second, the two of them instantly appeared on the white marble square outside the main hall. The empty space began to stretch infinitely, and finally turned into a boundless independent time and space.

   Standing on a battlefield very similar to Fengshentai, Zhao Yinshun looked at the burly opponent 100 meters away, rubbed his chin subconsciously, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

   "Tokusatsu Yataku...Brother?"

   "The little monk has seen Lord Wu'an."

  Under the watchful eyes of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, Desong Mizhuo respectfully saluted, neither humble nor arrogant.

   "I have a question to ask."

   "Mr. Wu'an, please speak."

   "How did you grow that beard? Do you have any special skills?"

  Stroking his smooth and delicate white chin, Zhao Yinshun asked unwillingly.

  “…”

   He has deduced countless possibilities, but he has never imagined such a tricky problem. Tokusatsu Yataku subconsciously touched the beard that pricked his hand like a steel needle, and he choked for a while.

   This also requires skill?

   It came out without scratching for a day!

   But seeing Zhao Yinshun's delicate and immature face, Desong Mizhuo suddenly realized that the enemy who brought him heavy psychological pressure was not yet 16 years old!

   Thinking of his nearly thirty years old, a trace of shame suddenly rose in his heart.

  Although the gap between teens will be diluted with hundreds of years of lifespan with age, but at this point in time, they should be regarded as two different generations!

   And the "elder" himself challenged the "junior" as the next challenger. This act alone is already a shame.

   Thank you [Fighting Mania] for your reward.

   Finally, some foreshadowings in the introduction have been thrown out. From now on, the protagonist will feel at ease to be a master who "doesn't know martial arts" (laughs)~

   Now I can finally say it out loud: There is a reason why there is no ninth rank in martial arts. It involves its own core concept, and it is not the little white text setting that many people complained about in order to pretend to be the protagonist.

   In addition, I saw some speeches in the classics today. When I have time, I must make the whole [Trainee Quotes]. The thief has a black humor.

   I don't know how many brothers still remember the jokes of "not bad money" and "I'll wait for you" in the last book, and they still remember them now.

   In the end, I still want to count the votes. If you don't subscribe, you can vote for the count anyway, your soul is weak!ヽ(≧□≦)ノ

   (end of this chapter)