After all the sacrifices have been made to speed pass, who is still practicing hard skills?

Chapter 531 A sword comes from the east! Hanging in the world!

The death of Ji Chengdao was undoubtedly like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, shaking the world. Everyone who heard the news, as long as they understood Ji Chengdao's identity, knew that the world was about to change.

Without him.

Ji Chengdao is really too important.

So high that it is even more important than the emperor on the dragon throne.

Without Ji Wenhao, the Great Zhou Dynasty could still elect a new king, but without Ji Chengdao, no matter how hard you look, there is no second Ji Chengdao in the whole world.

It is precisely because of his presence that although the world is in chaos, it still maintains a general peace.

Even in the previous war in Southern Xinjiang, both sides mobilized hundreds of thousands of soldiers and dozens of divine masters, but no real holy realm war broke out from beginning to end.

Why?

It’s not because of the constraints of the former Martial Saint Covenant.

In fact, the so-called Martial Saint Covenant is nothing in the eyes of everyone. It is only because of Ji Chengdao that this covenant can effectively restrain the Witch God Temple.

Because many years ago, when Southern Xinjiang was about to make a move, Ji Chengdao went to Southern Xinjiang in person. Since then, the Witch God Temple understood the position of Ji Chengdao.

For many years, no one dared to violate the constraints of the covenant.

The same goes for the Qingtian Sect and the Northern Barbarian King's Court.

The Qingtian Sect frequently stirs up unrest in the Central Plains, but if you look closely you can see that there is no large-scale direct riot and no one dares to attack the imperial court.

The leader of the Qingtian Sect, who was ranked among the top few on the Supreme Saint List, did not dare to show up on his own initiative even once, and it was also because of Ji Chengdao.

When the Northern Barbarian King's court came to attack, with the help of the Qingtian Sect, it even swallowed up thousands of miles of territory in the Central Plains. It was on the verge of breaking through the northern border, all because of Ji Chengdao.

This forced the Northern Barbarian King's Court to temporarily avoid the limelight.

The most prominent one is Buddhism.

In today's world, the Great Leiyin Temple, as the world's number one immortal sect, has a strength and foundation that is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It even has more than one Bodhisattva-level strongmen. Why did Jiang Che risk great disapproval to destroy the Tianlong Temple and remain safe and sound?

This is not because Buddhism is compassionate and tolerant.

In fact, there have been such cases before, and the final result was that the Great Leiyin Temple directly dispatched Bodhisattvas to kill all those who dared to oppose Buddhism.

This has ensured the supreme dignity of Buddhism over the years.

But even so, the Buddhist sect did not dare to confront Ji Chengdao head-on, and could only temporarily endure and make plans to force Ji Chengdao to the edge of the sky.

Within the Central Plains.

Six major families and dozens of top forces.

What he feared was not just the imperial court, but also the unfathomable backer, the God King Ji Chengdao.

Now, Ji Chengdao has fallen.

Anyone who heard the news knew that the world was about to be in turmoil.

It can be said that Ji Chengdao’s death shocked not only the imperial court, but also the entire Central Plains, the entire spiritual realm, and even the entire world. His death would also affect the turbulent situation in the world.

As the news intensified, the shock to the world became more and more obvious.

It is precisely because he understood this that Emperor Yuankang Ji Wenhao was so distraught after hearing the news of Ji Chengdao's death. It was all because without Ji Chengdao, he would not be able to control the current situation in the world.

Once so.

A situation of war will quickly begin.

Northwestern states.

Daleiyin Temple.

A glittering golden mountain stands between heaven and earth. It is the highest mountain within thousands of miles and is a holy place of Buddhism in the eyes of countless people in the northwestern states.

On top of the Golden Mountain, there are bursts of Buddhist chants.

Anyone who hears it will feel compassion. If you look down from the sky, you will be able to see that at the foot of Jinshan Mountain, countless devout believers are bowing their heads and praying towards the Buddhist holy place on Jinshan Mountain.

But on top of the Golden Mountain, there is a scene of bliss.

One can even see that some of the followers look at the believers below with a joking look, as if they were looking at a group of ants whose fate was controlled by them, maintaining a condescending attitude.

The top of Jinshan.

The monk Ranchen, the head of the Bodhisattvas of the Great Leiyin Temple, who was wearing a simple monk's robe and had a skinny figure, and the Bodhisattva Sumeru, who was wearing a brocade cassock, were still playing chess on the board.

The situation at this moment is completely clear.

Bodhisattva Ranchen gained the upper hand and used his great power to force Bodhisattva Sumeru into a desperate situation.

After pondering for a long time, Xumire Bodhisattva smiled bitterly and put down the chess piece in his hand:

"Every move of the Bodhisattva is to mobilize the general trend and encircle and suppress this poor monk. Now I have reached a dead end. Even if I continue to play the game, I may be able to eat a few of the Bodhisattva's chess pieces.

It can't change the general trend. I have lost."

Sumeru Bodhisattva spoke in a low voice, as if he was also metaphorically describing the current situation.

“The world is like a chessboard and everyone is a chess piece. As long as you can find the loopholes in it, you will naturally be invincible.” Bodhisattva Ranchen smiled indifferently, and there seemed to be some deep meaning hidden in his smiling eyes.

"I lost."

Sumeru Bodhisattva nodded slightly.

"News came from Tianyuan that Ji Chengdao borrowed the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty to kill ten demon saints and three demon kings. He eventually died of exhaustion and sacrificed himself in Tianyuan."

Sumeru Bodhisattva raised his head, somewhat surprised.

Although he knew that Ji Chengdao was very strong, he didn't expect him to be so strong.

Ten demon saints and three demon kings!
What is this concept?
There are more than ten powerful saints.

Ji Chengdao was fighting against many enemies alone, yet he still had such divine power. No wonder Bodhisattva Ranchen was extremely afraid of him. As long as Ji Chengdao was not dead, he would never step out of the Buddhist kingdom.

"As expected of the God King of the Mountain."

After a long silence, Sumeru Bodhisattva sighed in a deep voice.

"This person is dead. Next, we should prepare according to the previous plan."

Bodhisattva Burning Dust continued.

Sumeru Bodhisattva nodded:
"Don't worry, Bodhisattva. I will definitely subdue Jiang Che and take over the imperial court."

Buddhism has always taken it as its mission to spread its teachings throughout the world. Although its tradition has now spread throughout the twelve states of the Central Plains, Buddhism has been suppressed because of Ji Chengdao.

There has been almost no progress in the past hundred years.

Now that Ji Chengdao is dead, although the imperial court still has some strength, Buddhism is no longer afraid of it.

As for Jiang Che.

A real problem.

But after all, he has not grown up yet. Xumilu feels that if he takes action, there will be almost no variables. After all, he is also ranked in the third realm of Bodhisattva and is comparable to a human immortal.

Although he is far inferior to Ji Chengdao, he is definitely an existence that stands proudly between heaven and earth.

"good."

Bodhisattva Ranchen smiled and nodded slightly.

"I'm leaving now." Sumeru Bodhisattva stood up, clasped his hands together, then turned around and was about to leave. However, just as he moved and was about to escape through the void, he suddenly stopped.

It was as if he had sensed something.

Similarly, the Bodhisattva Ranchen, who was smiling just now, suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly raised his head and looked outside the Great Leiyin Temple.

Above the void.

Suddenly, the sky was clear as day, and a sword sounded like a dragon's roar. Then, the void was torn apart, and a golden, ancient sword appeared between heaven and earth.

It is engraved with divine patterns of heaven and earth, and possesses an aura of supreme sacred majesty.

Emperor's Sword!
In an instant, all the monks of the Great Leiyin Temple saw the changes between heaven and earth, and their faces changed color with horror.

Monk Ranchen lost his previous composure, his face became extremely solemn, his eyes fixed on the Emperor's Sword in the air, while the Bodhisattva Sumeru beside him cried out in shock:
"This is... the Emperor's Sword? How... how did it end up here?"

He never imagined that the Emperor's Sword, which was supposed to be in Tianyuan City, would appear outside the Great Leiyin Temple. It seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and its aura had locked onto him and Monk Ranchen.

As long as they dare to take even a step out of the Great Leiyin Temple, the Emperor's Sword hanging between heaven and earth will fall instantly.

This is also the reason why he stopped just now.

It was because the moment he stepped out of the Great Leiyin Temple, he felt a hidden sharp edge.

"It seems that this God King of Backers has not ignored Buddhism. He has left a sword for us to forbid the world." Monk Ranchen saw through Ji Chengdao's thoughts at a glance.

It was obvious that he was on guard against the Great Leiyin Temple taking action after his death.

"How brave!"

The originally smiling Sumeru Bodhisattva had a solemn expression on his face and felt a great sense of oppression.

Although he and Ji Chengdao both belong to the third realm of Martial Saint, their strength is not at the same level at all. Even the head of the Bodhisattvas, Ranchen Bodhisattva, is wary of him.

Monk Ranchen's eyes passed through the void and fell on the Emperor's Sword. In a trance, he saw a blurry figure who was very similar to Ji Chengdao and seemed to be looking at him.

"Bodhisattva, if we join forces, can we block this sword?"

Sumeru Bodhisattva said in a deep voice.

It would be an extremely shameful thing if one was scared by a sword and dared not leave the Great Leiyin Temple.

"It can be blocked, but it's not necessary."

"Ok?"

Bodhisattva Sumeru turned his head and looked at Bodhisattva Ranchen beside him, and was stunned for a moment.

Monk Ranchen didn't explain anything.

With his strength ranking second only to Ji Chengdao, he definitely wouldn't be unable to block a single sword strike from his opponent. However, he sensed an extraordinary power from the Sword of the Son of Heaven.

National destiny!

And it has gathered almost 20% of the power of the country's destiny.

Combining this with the power left by Ji Chengdao is enough to pose a great threat to him. Even if he can use it, he will inevitably be injured and have to recuperate.

And he felt that this was Ji Chengdao's plan.

Just to traumatize him.

"King Kaoshan is very scheming. Even at the moment of his death, he was still thinking about me. It's a pity that he miscalculated a little." Monk Ranchen suddenly smiled, as if he was confident.

"Which point?"

Sumeru Bodhisattva was puzzled.

“The Emperor’s Sword is a divine weapon of the imperial court. If Ji Chengdao can mobilize it, the emperor can also mobilize it. We only need to ask the emperor to take action, and the power of this sword can be eliminated. He wants to use this to block the time for us to take action.

However, you don't know that this world is so big that there are countless people who want Jiang Che to die. You and I don't need to resist. We just need to issue a decree and ask Bodhisattva Gala to persuade the emperor on our behalf.

As for Jiang Che, the Bodhisattva of Subduing Dragons will take action and join forces with the rest of the people to encircle and suppress Jiang Che."

After Bodhisattva Ranchen finished speaking, he no longer cared about the Emperor's Sword outside the Great Leiyin Temple.

With the Buddhist formation here, the Heavenly Emperor's Sword cannot enter here at all. As long as he and Sumeru Bodhisattva do not go out, the sword will never fall. Now Ji Chengdao is dead.

They have plenty of time to grind.

Xumire Bodhisattva glanced outside the Great Leiyin Temple and nodded slightly:

"The Bodhisattva has a good opinion."

“In fact, your best choice now is to stay in Tianyuan City. Even if Master Wen doesn’t help you, with Tianjian Mountain here, no one will dare to set foot in this place.

But if you go back, your safety will be unpredictable."

Above Tianyuan, two figures stood solemnly. One of them was wearing a brocade robe and a jade crown on his head, with an extraordinary aura. It was Jiang Che, and the other one was the number one person under the Saint Realm of Tianyuan City, wearing white clothes, the Sword Demon Zhang San.

After Jiang Che said goodbye to Master Wen, he did not leave Tianyuan City in a hurry, but first went to the battlefield outside the domain to pay tribute to King Ji Chengdao.

The Sword Demon Zhang San was advising Jiang Che.

He knew Jiang Che's current situation. After returning, he would definitely be suppressed, which was far worse than staying in Tianyuan. He and Jiang Che were acquainted through fighting. Jiang Che was the only person in the same realm whom he admired.

He didn't want anything to happen to a genius like Jiang Che.

However, Jiang Che really couldn't accept Sword Demon Zhang San's kindness, because he had his reasons to go back. Looking at Sword Demon Zhang San, Jiang Che slowly shook his head:
"I have made up my mind. Brother Zhang, there is no need to persuade me."

After looking at Jiang Che deeply, Zhang San sighed lightly, then waved his hand and took out a few jars of spirit wine. He was not a person who could speak eloquently, nor could he say any words of advice.

Since Jiang Che had already made the decision, he would not say anything more, but just said:
"Before the battle, you and I made a bet, and today is the time to fulfill it. This spiritual wine is named Wansha Spiritual Wine for him, and it has been hidden in the sword tomb for many years.

Contaminated with countless evil spirits, for ordinary warriors, this wine is considered poison, but for you and me, this wine is only strong. Try it, it is a farewell for you."

"Thank you."

Jiang Che took the jar of wine, raised it to the Sword Demon for a moment, then tilted his head back and took a big sip. In an instant, he felt the blood in his body stirring, as if stimulated by something.

"This wine is strong."

"Hahaha, I just said that this wine is nourished by evil spirit. It's no exaggeration to say that it is the strongest in the world." Zhang San laughed when he heard it, and then imitated Jiang Che's posture and took a big gulp.

His expression was vague, as if he was enjoying it very much.

We talked about everything under the sun and were of the same mind.

In less than an hour, more than half of the jars of spiritual wine brought by Sword Demon Zhang San were drunk, and both of them had varying degrees of drunkenness on their faces.

Although they are extremely powerful, the Wansha Lingjiu is also not ordinary. One sip can make the blood boil, and drinking a few jars in a row is enough to make even the strong men in the realm of physical supernatural powers feel drunk.

"Hiccup~~"

Zhang San burped for a long time, then exhaled a breath of foul air, and looked into the distance:

"The road ahead is long and the sky is high. I won't see you off when you leave. You can keep these jars of Wansha Lingjiu for a taste. We will practice separately in the future and see each other in the Holy Land."

After saying this, Zhang San waved his hand and walked away.

Jiang Che nodded:

"Goodbye!"

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