Chapter 407

The Qin emperor woke up and looked at Jing Jiu standing in front of the tripod. He was so lost that he murmured, "it's impossible. How can the rules be broken?"

Well nine turned to look at him and thought the question was really stupid.

The meaning or goal of monasticism is to break the rules, get rid of the shackles and fly to the avenue.

It is impossible to count on God's mercy or permission and the sky thunder will not fall. You must not be afraid of the sky thunder before you can cut the sky out.

This is true both in the real world and in fantasy.

From the first day of his reincarnation in the imperial palace of the state of Chu, he heard the words in his mind, and he didn't want to win anything.

What he wants is to win the tripod!

It is meaningless to become the co Lord of the world and get the recognition of the so-called God envoy, because it is still pinned on heaven or other people.

As long as we can break the rules and break the upper limit of the world, this tripod is naturally his.

In the view of many people, including the Qin emperor, this is impossible, but in his view, it is something that all questioners should do.

The world in qingtianjian is fixed and unchanged. The questioner comes from the outside. As long as he can keep the Taoist heart clear, there should be no line in his eyes.

How can the rules here bind them when truth enters vanity?

This matter is simple to say, but it is actually very difficult. Who can do it except for people like Jing Jiu who have a clear sword heart and ignore thousands of years of wind and rain?

"Even if you break the rules, how can you get the immortal book?"

The Qin emperor shouted at his back reluctantly, "if you get the recognition of the envoy, he will give you the immortal book. Now who can give it to you!"

The decorative patterns on the surface of the bronze tripod vaguely show immortality. I think the immortal book of immortality is in it. Just as the Qin emperor said, how should Jing Jiu be taken out?

"Rules are the decoration of the world. After they disappear, all reality will appear."

Jing Jiu ignored the Qin emperor, looked at the bronze tripod and said, "so you are an immortal book."

With these words, he reached out for the tripod.

When his finger was still some distance from the bronze tripod, he suddenly stopped.

He slowly withdrew his right hand and quietly looked at the bronze tripod. He was silent for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking or waiting for.

Looking at his back, the Qin emperor felt countless suspicions and uneasiness.

I don't know how long it took. Jing Jiu changed his left hand and stretched out to the bronze tripod again.

Now that he had made a decision, he had no hesitation. His actions, such as the lightest wind and the fastest lightning, held the bronze tripod.

Over the past 30 years, he has seen this bronze tripod many times in the small temple and held it many times. He is sure it is just an ordinary bronze tripod.

But this time he felt a significant difference.

An extremely powerful immortal family breath.

There is also an extremely quiet and tiny idea.

The bronze tripod suddenly disappeared.

Jing Jiu's expression became very serious and clenched his left hand into a fist.

Countless bright lights shot from his hands, directly shining his hands, and even his bones were very clear.

The picture is beautiful and strange.

Those lights have an extremely clear, elegant and immortal family atmosphere. They seem mild, but they don't know how much power they hide.

Well nine eyebrows slightly picked up and his body trembled.

His actual pain at this time was far greater than he showed.

This is the impact of Xianjia's breath!

If you change to another questioner, even Zhao Layue, who is the most determined in the heart of the Tao, can only let go of her hand at this time.

Jing Jiu didn't let go, and his face became paler and paler, just like paper.

A bird's song came from the distance of the peak, as if it were a warning.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, but he still refused to let go.

In the distant deep space, perhaps even from another world, there came an extremely clear bell.

Jing Jiu's eyes were more clear, almost indifferent, and he drank a little.

"Take it!"

A soft snap.

It's like a Book closed.

A loud bang.

Hundreds of heavy thunder sounded at the same time, and then dissipated in an instant.

Buzhou mountain shook violently, as if it would collapse the next moment.

The rubble ruins at the top of the peak float up and spread rapidly around.

The same is true of the distant sea of clouds.

Countless things are pushed back to the edge of space by an invisible and grand force!

Blue becomes bluer and clearer.

There was a void at the top of the peak.

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Well nine stood in the center of the void and looked at the sky.

He found that the sky seemed thin, that is, it was closer.

Then he looked to the ground and found that the ground seemed thicker and closer.

This means that heaven and earth seem to be several minutes closer than before.

Then he looked down at his left hand.

His left hand was still clenched into a fist, and there was a faint sense of immortality between his fingers.

Those immortals are very weak, and no one should be able to perceive them except him.

With the immortal book in hand, it's time to leave.

He looked into the distance, from the blue sea in the east to the capital of Chu in the west, and finally landed in the mountains. He found that the green leaves turned red again.

"Let's go."

I don't know who this sentence is to.

He took a step into the void.

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Yunmeng Mountain.

Echo valley.

The cave behind the building.

Qingtian jianpan.

Many eyes fell on Jing Jiu.

The moment he stood up from the futon, all the questioners knew that something big was about to happen.

Well nine suddenly moved and took a step forward.

Then he opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked around and saw Liu shisui, Bai Zao, Tong Yan, Zhuo rusui and some questioners who didn't remember their names.

All the questioners, including Tong Yan, bowed to him as congratulations.

Jing Jiu nodded and looked at Liu at the age of ten, then walked out of the cave.

The little glass bell gave a clear sound and followed him.

Looking at this picture, everyone was surprised.

When the questioner comes back from qingtianjian dreamland, he will inevitably be confused. Even characters like Xi Yiyun need a moment to really calm down.

Who can be so calm as him that he doesn't need time to eliminate the transformation of reality and illusion, just like it doesn't exist in the past decades!

"Stop!"

Suddenly there was an angry cry in the cave.

People turned and looked.

Sitting on the futon, Bai Qianjun also woke up with his eyes full of anger and reluctance.

"You're against the rules! I refuse! "

The child's face frowned slightly, so it became thicker.

He knew what it was inconvenient for junior sister to say at this time and was ready to speak.

No one expected that Bai Qianjun had just come out of the dreamland at this time, and he was still in a trance with the violent nature of the Qin emperor.

He used the heaven and earth escape method to come behind Jing Jiu and blew it with a punch!

There was a faint white light in his fist, with a very mysterious and powerful breath.

Well nine turned around, but also a simple punch.

Bai Zao's secret way is not good. Jing Jiu doesn't know that senior brother used his own magic weapon and actually greeted him with a fist. I'm afraid he will suffer a heavy loss.

She had too much confidence in Jing Jiu and didn't want to do it by herself. At this time, it was too late to sacrifice Nanping bell.

Qingshan sect cultivates swords and Zhongzhou sect cultivates Xuanmen Taoism. They are not good at strength. However, as a practitioner, his body is stronger than iron, and his fist is naturally like a heavy hammer. Everyone thought that when two fists met, they would roar like thunder. No one thought that the next thing that rang through the cave was a sound

"Click!"

The click was very crisp, like the fruit just picked was forcibly broken by a teenager, or the fresh sugarcane was broken from it.

In fact, the sound is more like that tables and chairs in disrepair are crushed by people.

It's like the small temple on the top of the mountain that has become ruins.

In the click sound, the fist of Bai Qianjun was scattered, his five fingers were broken, and his life magic weapon was broken into pieces.

That unimaginable terrible force went up along his arm and broke his arm bones and shoulder blades, that is, his sternum cracked countless cracks.

This is the case.

Bai Qianjun was punched and fell heavily into the blue sky mirror, spewing countless blood.

There was a dead silence in the cave.

People looked at Xiang Jingjiu with great shock.

As everyone knows, especially after the sword battle with Zhuo rusui, Jing Jiu can be said to be the strongest of the young generation of practitioners. But Bai Qianjun is also a young genius secretly cultivated by Zhongzhou school for many years. According to reason, the gap between the two sides is certainly not so big.

Why does Jing Jiu and Bai Qianjun have such a crushing power?

This is definitely not the problem of realm gap, nor is it the reason for the abundance of sword yuan.

People's eyes fell on Jing Jiu's fist and found that he used his left fist.

Tong Yan remembered one thing - after waking up from qingtianjian dreamland, Jing Jiu kept holding his left hand and never loosened it.

Thinking about the last picture in the dreamland, he suddenly gave birth to a strange guess. Did Jing Jiu not put away the immortal book, but always hold it in his hand?

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(I know I haven't written enough recently, but I cough enough ~ I'm not naughty. I'm serious. It's so interesting.

I'll finish my fantasy article tomorrow and have a little chat with you about my feelings and thoughts when I wrote this paragraph.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.