Mixed martial arts: I am the best in the world

Chapter 1050 Immortality Heavenly Skill
Qiao Feng left Bianjing, but it did not mean that the Northern Song Dynasty was safe. On the contrary, the Northern Song Dynasty King Zhao Ji surrendered.

Under the strong pressure of the Yuqing Sect, no sect in the Northern Song Dynasty supported him, so Zhao Ji surrendered wisely. But the resistance in the Northern Song Dynasty did not end. Qiao Feng, Xu Zhu and others led the Beggar Gang to continue to resist Dali's invasion.

They even joined forces with the Southern Song Dynasty.

Although the Yuqing Sect was very powerful, most of them were placed in Zhongzhou to resist the Ming Dynasty's attack. Therefore, the progress of the Dali Dynasty was very slow.

In Beihuang, Zhu Shou soldiers divided into two groups and attacked Beihuang. They were invincible and no one in Beihuang could resist them.

Hao Jing, Ji Lin came to the capital of Zhou Dynasty again after several years, and his mood was different.

"Let's go! Go to Martial Saint Mansion, my father doesn't want to see me."

A wry smile appeared on Ji Lin's lips. The news of his return had already reached the capital. In the past, the emperor would definitely have met him, but now he has not even seen him. Especially what is his status?
"Your Highness, I heard that His Majesty is in retreat. Maybe I will see you after His Majesty comes out of retreat."

Du Chong comforted him.

"Senior brother, my father's seclusion is just a lucky woman? Is it a folk talent show?" Ji Lin snorted coldly.

Of course he knew that the emperor was in seclusion. Although he left Haojing, he still knew what happened in the capital.

The emperor worshiped the Venerable Huanxi as his teacher, and his martial arts advanced greatly, so he often retreated. However, in addition to his retreat, he also drafted women, and almost every day he would visit the women in the palace. The so-called retreat, in Ji Lin's view, was just a Just a joke.

"Let's go!" What could Du Chong say?

Although Ji Lin is the prince, the Spirit King is not bad either. The former is supported by Netherworld Island, and the latter is also supported by Mount Xumi. As for who is more powerful.

It must have been Ji Lin before the expedition, but now, the Spirit King clearly has the upper hand.

"Concubine Mo, you should go back to the East Palace first! I'll go to Wusheng Mansion."

Ji Lin looked at the Wu Sheng Mansion near the palace.

Perhaps because he hasn't been back for many years, Wusheng Mansion still looks a little depressed.

"Your Highness, all the martial arts in our Wusheng Mansion come from the Martial Arts Monument. It is said that the Martial Arts Monument is a gift from heaven. All martial arts in the world come from this." Du Chong led Ji Lin into Wusheng Mansion and headed towards the small building. go.

Ji Lin nodded, but did not take this sentence to heart. There are thousands of martial arts in the world. It is said that King Ming has collected all the martial arts in the world, but he dare not say that he has collected all the martial arts.

There is also the overseas martial arts, which is far more sophisticated than the Great Wilderness. Could it be that the overseas martial arts are also derived from the Martial Arts Heavenly Monument? If so, the Martial Arts Heavenly Monument of the Great Zhou Dynasty has long been robbed, so how can it be kept? In Hokyung!
All these are just the boastful remarks of the Martial Saint Mansion, and he even has no expectations for the so-called Martial Arts Sky Monument.

Du Chong didn't realize all this, but came to the small building and opened the forbidden area in a familiar way.

"Your Highness, please!"

Du Chong's eyes were filled with a trace of sadness, which was where Yin Xi buried himself back then.

Ji Lin looked at the huge space below, with a look of shock on his face. He noticed a familiar breath, or in other words, a cry rang in his heart.

He slowly moved forward and entered the space. What he saw was a huge hall. In the middle of the hall stood a huge stone tablet with countless lines carved on it, which was shining with colorful smoothness.

It looks very mysterious.

"Disciple pays homage to Master."

Du Chong's voice came from behind.

Only then did Ji Lin realize that there was a person sitting not far away with his eyes closed. Who could it be if it wasn't Yin Xi?

At this moment, his appearance was lifelike, sitting there as if he were alive.

Although he had been dead for several years, there were no signs of decay on his body. "Disciple pays homage to Master."

Ji Lin also stepped forward and bowed to the ground respectfully. If it weren't for Yin Xi, his position as prince would have been taken away by others.

"Your Highness, come on!"

"The Heavenly Monument of Martial Arts not only contains various martial arts moves, but more importantly, it contains the internal power left by the Martial Saints of the past generations. When I was not at a high level, I devoured the internal power inside and became the Martial Saint. . But I can’t guarantee it for His Highness.”

Du Chong was a little worried.

In fact, his understanding of the Heavenly Monument of Martial Arts came from Yin Xi. As for Yin Xi's understanding, it also came from the martial sages of the past dynasties.

What kind of secrets are contained in the Heavenly Monument of Martial Arts have not been thoroughly studied by successive commanders of the Martial Saint Mansion.

"Okay." Ji Lin rekindled hope for the martial arts monument in front of him. The vision in front of him made him feel that something was different. There might be some secrets hidden in this martial arts monument.

"King Ming, I must be stronger than you, and this world must belong to me."

Ji Lin placed his hands on the martial arts monument.

In the dark, a sound of dragon roars came from the void, and the martial arts sky monument shone brightly, and the colorful divine light shone brightly, shrouding Ji Lin in it, and the lines on the sky monument flowed with brilliance, as if they were coming to life.

These lines disappeared into Ji Lin's body one after another.

Du Chong had been stunned for a long time. Everything seemed to be different from what he looked like before.

At this moment, in the Imperial Ancestral Temple in the Haojing Palace, there is a solemn and heavy Nine Cauldrons. On it are inscribed the techniques of farming, fishing and hunting, or strategies for governing the country. Of course, there are more weird words, like patterns.

Except for the previous emperors of the Zhou Dynasty, no one knew that these patterns represented the Nine Cauldrons of the Yuqing Sect. When Emperor Wu of Zhou carved seals on them, he believed that the Nine Cauldrons were consistent with the Nine Cauldrons in front of him and could cover up the dragon veins of the Great Wilderness.

At this time, there seemed to be something strange between heaven and earth. Jiuding, which had not been shaken for thousands of years, suddenly trembled a few times, and then returned to normal.

In the sky above Haojing, there was a sound of dragon roar, and the shadow of a huge divine dragon flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The emperor, who was practicing in seclusion, opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed.

"It seems like something is missing."

He found that he seemed to be missing something, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that he seemed to be missing nothing.

In the Jinchan Temple not far from the palace, a young and handsome monk opened his eyes.

"The dragon pulse of Great Zhou is pulsing. Is Ji Lin the real Lord of Great Zhou?"

The monk's eyes flashed with divine light, and he looked in the direction of Wusheng Mansion, with a trace of thought on his face.

Of course he knew about Ji Lin's return to Haojing, and even knew that Ji Lin had gone to Wu Sheng Mansion.

Mount Xumi also suspected that Wu Sheng Mansion had secrets, but after searching carefully, he found nothing.

But now it seems that there must be a secret hidden in Wu Sheng Mansion, but it is a pity that this secret may have been obtained by Ji Lin.

"Immortal Heavenly Art!"

Ji Lin's figure slowly fell, with a majestic momentum around him, surrounded by gang energy, and the energy smoke went straight up to the sky, forming a vortex shape, seeming to be devouring everything in the world.

His gaze swept across it, as if a blade was approaching, making people shudder.

(End of this chapter)