Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 315 Even if there is no divine blood, birth is also precious, with ancient etiquette, welcome great sages to come into my door!
The two figures in the distance collided with each other, and the waves caused were enough to shatter the void.

If they hadn't all restrained themselves, and this royal city had stood for thousands of years and had its own extraordinary, I am afraid that on the city wall, apart from those real giants, few people would dare to take the risk to come and observe.

Zhao Wuling, the general of Zhao State, was always respected and feared, but now that the king has gone away, he is even more prestigious as he holds one-third of the power of Zhao State.

Plus.
With thunderous wrists, he destroyed a number of sacred temples dedicated to Zhao Tu. Although the news had not been widely spread, some fragments of words had already leaked out.

Therefore, the dignitaries of King Zhao City now have a subtle view of him.

But anyway.

His strength is the best in this royal city and even in this country, there is no doubt about it.

No one dared to question him face to face, even if he subverted the sacred sacrifice.

After all, in this country, the majesty of the king is more important than anything else, and Zhao Wuling is the spokesperson of the king.

Outside the royal city, the sky was full of yellow sand, and he wandered around there for a long time with a heavy hammer in his hand. Some people were puzzled by this, and they didn't know why.

But the sudden outbreak of a great battle made them understand.

It turned out that this general was waiting for someone!

"Who is that person?"

"The general followed the king, once fought against the king of Qin, and blocked more than ten thousand fierce soldiers by himself, that is truly invincible!"

"Where did the character come from, to be able to fight against him, evenly matched, without losing the wind?"

Under the divergent opinions, the nobles in the blood of the gods, and those who were close to the ancient city wall, all gathered together, and there were endless discussions and shocking voices.

Some ordinary soldiers and soldiers, separated by a long distance, naturally couldn't see clearly the turmoil in it.

But the commander of a thousand people, or some high officials who happen to be here, can vaguely see that the two are almost evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while!

Covered by the yellow sand, I can't see clearly.

Leading Qin Zheng along the way, relying on the brilliance of the king's blood flowing in his blood, the arrogant young man in the noble costume of the ancient Yan took him by the arm and leaned against the corner of the city wall, with an excited face on his face:
"Did you see that, Ah Zheng!"

"When a husband is born in this world, it should be like this!"

The young man named Yan Dan, blessed with the blood of the ancient King Yan, his gaze was as sharp as an eagle, across the yellow sand in the sky, he managed to see clearly the battle between the White-robed True Monarch and General Zhao.

Seeing such a huge movement, the boy even flushed with excitement, and shook his fist several times:
"If I have the strength of one of these two, how can I be put on hold in the land of Zhao Kingdom and be just another mermaid!"

"The ancients of divine blood, kings and princes, if these strong men are really angry and fight hard, they can even smash this ancient Zhao Wangcheng into ruins, how powerful they are!"

"It's a pity that although I have the blood of a king, my father, who indulges in pleasure all day long, sent Zhao as a hostage, and my resources were cut off."

"Otherwise, if you give me some more time, even if I can't be so strong, I won't be trapped in this Zhao Clan's royal city and suffer such humiliation, alas!"

In front of the sideways young man who looked a little younger than him, Yan Dan let out a long sigh.

However, Qin Zheng didn't pay much attention to this.

He just looked into the distance, looking at the long yellow sand outside the city, and the two riots that were isolated by the barrier of the royal city like a natural disaster, revealing a little longing.

Those generals and officials of Zhao Tu, and Yan Dan beside him.

In fact, Qin Zheng couldn't see anything about the things they were discussing.

Because it's too far away.

How can one measure the vastness of heaven and earth with one's own eyes?
But Qin Zheng could feel their awe and admiration for that kind of power.

A few years ago, when the Lord of West Qin awakened the divine blood for him, the roar like an old lion's riot is still ringing in his ears, and Qin Zheng has not forgotten it.

He still clearly remembered that the patriarch who looked at him kindly and had high hopes for him when he was young, changed his previous appearance in that night and cursed him crazily.

Call him a mortal through and through, an ant, tarnish Qin's divine blood, and tarnish the prestige of the divine descendants.

Then, he and his mother, the Goddess of Zhao who had been married to his late father, were rushed to Zhao Du as hostages. To put it bluntly, they were left to fend for themselves.

Now, it's been several years.

Listening to Yan Dan's rambling thoughts, Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and suddenly said:
"Yandan, I'm going back."

"You and I are not suitable to come to the edge of the city wall of King Zhao's capital. This time, you crossed the line. If it is known afterwards, it will be a troublesome matter."

After finishing speaking, the young man turned around, looked at the huge ancient wall that was tens of feet high and could not be seen to the bottom at a glance, frowned, a little embarrassed, not knowing how to get down.

It wasn't until Yan Dan turned his head that he had a solution, so he looked at him with both eyes.

Yan Dan, who was excited to watch the battle of such strong men, was swept away by Qin Zheng who came together, and was a little worried when he turned around.

However, when he saw the pair of black eyes looking straight at him, the arrogant young man from Gu Yan opened his mouth at this moment, and for some reason, he felt a wave of heart palpitations, and couldn't help but back away step.

"How could I be surprised by him?"

"Maybe it's because the battle between the two strong men was too shocking."

"It's just a few superficial glances, which made me almost lose my mind. It's really tyrannical!"

When she regained her senses, Yan Dan shook her head violently.

Then he recalled those martial arts nobles and all kinds of injustices in the royal city, and his arrogant eyes couldn't help being stained with a little haze.

Immediately, the exhilarated temper sank, and with a slight 'hmm', he wanted to fly down with the boy named Zheng.

While supporting his thin arms, Yan Dan glanced at Qin Zheng for a while.

On that pale complexion, there was a composure that did not match his age. Even as a mortal, facing the sky, he did not lose that innate magnanimity.

"It's a pity that with this kind of bearing, he is completely ordinary. He didn't even inherit the blood of the gods. Even if he entered the military family, with this physique, he might not be able to achieve anything famous."

Shaking his head secretly, Yan Dan felt sorry.

We are strangers in a foreign land.

But his sympathetic playmate is completely different from him.

minimum.
Relying on Yan Dan's blood of the ancient King Yan, there is still a slight chance of a comeback.

And Qin Zheng, perhaps in another two or three decades, will be like those ordinary people, getting old, facing birth, old age, sickness and death.

hard to imagine.

This was actually the son of destiny who was born with the divine blood of Xiqin and Goddess Zhao.

With thoughts in mind, Yan Dan rushed down with Qin Zheng.

And this scene also fell into the eyes of the two hazy figures staring at this place.

"You have observed this child for several years. Since he is a person who can transcend your calculations, why don't you give him some real instruction?"

The Taoist, transformed by a ray of breeze, looked at the young man and asked casually.

By the side.

Wearing a yin and yang robe, the man who didn't show his face smiled a little:
"In this world, there is no way to get out of the avenue without going through the wind and frost."

"You, me, Master, Taoist, Guigu, Changsang, Bingzu, Juzi"

"There are too many storms and setbacks along the way."

"Smooth sailing, a smooth road, in the blood and fire that will inevitably come in the future, I will not get out."

"As for now, it's an appropriate time."

"But there is a more suitable candidate, but it may not be necessary for me to go."

"for example."

His gaze was outward, far away.

There, the not-so-long battle seemed to have come to an end.

"call"

Breathing heavily, white air spewed out from Zhao Wuling's nostrils, his pair of huge iron boots stepped on the gravel, and the war hammer in his hand had already fallen.

The bronze-like epidermis is like a soldering iron at this time, with red spots pervading, and it looks like it has been severely burned.

That was the trace left behind by Ji Qiu's innate supernatural power - the mysterious bird came into the world.

As for his opposite.

The white-robed True Monarch had dried blood on his body, but he had already recovered to the original state, and even the surface layer of his skin did not have the slightest injury left.

After going through a great battle so far, Ji Qiu also encountered several dangers.

The supernatural power of destiny brought by the Xuanniao blood was so powerful that it brought a lot of crisis to Zhao Wuling.

But his giant hammer is also unambiguous, the thorns attached to it can even pierce through Ji Qiu's skin, leaving a bloody hole!
One must know that after going through ten thousand kalpas without grinding his body and tempering his spiritual energy, Ji Qiu's current body is as tough as a magic weapon, even almost as strong as a Taoist soldier.

But even so, there were still some injuries.

Based on this alone, it is enough to see that Zhao Wuling is not a person with a false reputation.

but.

Ji Qiu got Xuanniao's divine blood to be refined for ten thousand calamities, and he is no longer just an ordinary heaven-human realm.

Like Xuanshang King once, to achieve the point of rebirth from a drop of blood may be a little bit less interesting.

But with the rebirth of ordinary broken limbs, even if the head falls off, he will not fall.

Let alone trauma.

Therefore, after several rounds of confrontation, Zhao Wuling was injured, but Ji Qiu's injury had already recovered.

Therefore, he won this confrontation.

After going through this battle, Ji Qiu has roughly estimated his own strength in his heart.

That is,
The king of divine blood does not come out, and the ordinary ancients of divine blood, these duke series exist, even if they are like Zhao Wuling, the general of the Zhao family, they are comparable to the middle phase of the Dharma phase!

Also, it is impossible to suppress him!
Even if he wanted to use all his means to kill one or two rebels with his backhand, it would definitely not be a big deal!
Take one step of the real monarch, and it really is a sky high and a sea wide.

Ji Qiu grasped his fists, and when he had made up his mind, he became more calm for a while.

As for the giant standing opposite him.

At this time, the cold and murderous aura on his body just now is gone.

Zhao Wuling looked at Ji Qiu in front of him.

During the battle just now, he could feel Ji Qiu's strength.

In his blood, there is a factor that can make people reincarnate from death. As long as he can't kill him with one blow, Zhao Wuling will know that he can't kill him.

But one hit kills.
Thinking back to the very beginning, the phantom like the ancient black bird descended, even burning the void. The scorching flame wave not only evaporated the sand and gravel, but even his iron-cast body was hard to resist.

"If I fight to the death, I may not be as good as him."

Such a thought came to mind.

Zhao Wuling didn't feel the same frustration and shame as before.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, then looked to the north with determination in his eyes.

The general of Zhao State put down the war hammer in his hand, clenched his blood-stained left palm into a fist, and then slammed into his chest, making a deafening sound:

"The great sage from Jixia!"

"Your strength has been recognized by me."

"In the name of General Zhao, I welcome you to step into the capital of our Zhao family!"

"Please!"

After speaking, he turned sideways.

The golden sun from the sky poured down, as if covering him with an illusory golden armor.

Hearing the 'rumbling' voice Xi Lai, Ji Qiu took a deep look at Zhao Wuling.

If there is no "indestructible and indestructible" characteristic, the strength between him and Zhao Wuling is actually only a brother.

This is a respectable opponent.

"What did the general say, why?"

Ji Qiu arched his hands and suddenly made a sound.

If this person can provide enough bargaining chips and benefits to do some small things, it doesn't matter.

As for wanting to call him, he couldn't refuse.
In fact, there is only one thing in this huge Zhaotu, which is worth Ji Qiu's big fight.

That is, Jiuding!

However, he didn't think that the Zhao family could provide him with Jiuding.

This kind of fetish of luck that can be admired by the common people and the trend of the times, still has to be figured out slowly.

Right now, he has not yet reached the point where he can overwhelm a country with his own strength. If there are at most two "Zhao Wuling" characters, he may not be able to support him, let alone King Zhao.

Although he doesn't know what the current situation of that King Zhao is, it's better to be steady in everything, after all, one can be careful when sailing for thousands of years.

Here, Ji Qiu was thinking in his mind, and his expression didn't change much.

After Zhao Wuling heard what he said, there was a rare kind smile on his dark face, and he didn't say much, just said:
"It's not urgent."

"If you will stay in Zhao Du for a while."

"We have enough time to discuss this matter."

The land of the Zhao Clan has always respected the strong.

You have my approval.

Then
You are qualified to participate in the sacrifice of war to bury the king!

Dragging the heavy hammer, Zhao Wuling led Ji Qiu out of the boundless yellow sand.

He led him to the majestic royal city, looked up at the most magnificent city wall in the Seven Kingdoms, which was nearly a hundred feet high, then took a deep breath, and made a trembling sound like the roaring heaven and earth:

"Zhao, invite Jixia Great Sage, Sub-Sage Jiqiu."

"Enter my capital!"

"Perform the ancient ritual and open the city gate!"

rumble! !
The divine barrier that had protected the capital for thousands of years receded.

The heavy giant door slowly opened from it.

The elite soldiers stationed in the royal capital on both sides walked in unison, divided into two lanes, wearing strong and sharp.

The ancient bronze horns sounded, and the city walls on both sides were either gods and nobles, or soldiers and warriors.

As long as it is alarmed by the smell, stop at the city wall to observe.

At this moment, they all watched silently, looking at the general who led the way and then greeted him——

The saint among men!
The battle at the city gate shook the capital, and the general personally led it with great fanfare!
You must know that it seems that the Confucian master who traveled around the world and had a great momentum
There has never been such a battle!

(End of this chapter)