Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

To this!

Yang Jian didn't hesitate too much.

After all, from the conversation between Zhao Feng and Yu Ding, Yang Jian had heard the biggest secret in the world.

There is a problem with the Way of the Quasi-Saint Three Corpses. Once one practices this Way, he cannot reach the realm of Hunyuan Daluo and can never attain enlightenment. This is naturally unacceptable to him who is wholeheartedly pursuing the highest realm.

"Your Highness."

Yang Jian took a step forward, bowed, clasped his hands together, and said in a firm and powerful voice: "I am willing to choose to cut off the path of the Three Corpses and walk the path of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal again."

"In the future, I am willing to follow the path of Hunyuan Daluo."

When Yang Jian said this, there was a resolute light in his eyes, which was the persistence and desire for a higher level of cultivation.

See this!

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, without much surprise on his face.

He waved his hand.

In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to surge.

The Qiankun Ding appeared in the martial arts arena with terrifying pressure.

The Qiankun Ding was not fully enlarged, but was the size of an ordinary cauldron. However, the ancient aura it exuded made people feel the endless power it contained.

"Legend has it that one can return to the innate state from the acquired state, and even refine the world's Qiankun Ding."

Yu Ding looked up at the Qiankun Ding, his eyes full of awe, and muttered to himself.

In his eyes, there was respect for the innate treasure, but also a hint of indescribable shock.

The innate treasure is the most top-level spiritual treasure in the prehistoric world. Being able to see it is already a great fortune, so there is naturally no need to say more.

"Enter the Qiankun Cauldron."

Zhao Feng looked towards Yang Jian, his expression calm but with a hint of unquestionableness: "I will refine the Three Corpses' Incarnation for you."

"Yes."

Yang Jian did not hesitate at all. He exerted force with his feet and his body jumped up like a black lightning. He jumped into the Qiankun Cauldron without hesitation. His movements were quick and decisive without any drag, showing his courage as a god of war.

Of course, there is also absolute trust in Zhao Feng.

See this.

Zhao Feng gently waved his right hand in the air, and the Gang Yuan was instantly added to the Qiankun Ding.

The Qiankun Cauldron immediately ignited the fire, and the flame took on a strange color, emitting a powerful aura of rules.

The regular flame in the cauldron instantly enveloped Yang Jian's entire body.

A sharp pain instantly swept through Yang Jian's whole body.

"what!"

Even Yang Jian, the god of war, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain at this moment.

His body trembled slightly in the flames and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.

"The three corpses are the foundation of the primordial spirit. If you want to reintegrate them into the primordial spirit, you must use the Qiankun Cauldron to refine them again."

“This process will indeed be painful.”

Zhao Feng's voice rang out slowly, penetrating the cauldron wall and reaching Yang Jian's ears: "Hold on to the pain, and you will be able to attain the Way of Hun Yuan someday."

Zhao Feng's voice was steady and gentle, and also carried a soothing power.

"I'll hold back."

"I will never let His Highness and Master down."

Yang Jian roared, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, he directly transferred all his magic power, calmed his heart meridian, and endured the severe pain with all his strength, his teeth clenched, the muscles on his face twisted slightly due to pain, but he did not cry out in pain again.

next moment.

Next to Yang Jian, the incarnation of Shanshi appeared directly.

Under the smelting of the Qiankun Cauldron, the incarnation of the good corpse gradually became illusory, and finally turned into a pure spiritual power, which gradually merged into Yang Jian's soul again.

To kill the three corpses is actually to kill the primordial spirit. By splitting the primordial spirit into three parts, one can comprehend the power of rules with the primordial spirit, enter the path of quasi-saints, and comprehend the power of rules in the realm of primordial chaos.

This is actually a shortcut, not a real promotion.

From a short-term perspective, one can actually improve one's strength quickly by relying on the power of rules contained in the innate spiritual treasure to comprehend the rules, but in fact it is a shortcut. The three corpses become one, that is, the primordial spirit becomes one. Without the help of real external forces, it is impossible to melt them together.

This is because Hongjun grasped the psychology of all living things, cut off the path of Hunyuan cultivation for all living things, and also cut off the emergence of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian in the prehistoric world.

That is why, in the ancient world, there are only saints, but no Hunyuan Daluo.

Time passed slowly, and there was silence around the martial arts arena, with only the occasional faint sound coming from the Qiankun Cauldron.

Yu Ding watched with concern from the side. His hands clenched unconsciously, his face full of worry, and his eyes were always fixed on the Qiankun Ding, as if he wanted to see what was going on inside through the wall of the Ding.

Zhao Feng was very calm. He stood with his hands behind his back and a deep look in his eyes, as if everything was under his control.

at last!

After a while, the kind-hearted soul that Yang Jian killed was reintegrated into his soul.

At this moment, the light inside the Qiankun Ding flickered slightly, as if announcing that the task was accomplished.

Yang Jian, who was originally a quasi-saint, was transformed back into the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, but Yang Jian's future path was already clear.

Zhao Feng's mind moved, and the Qiankun Cauldron vibrated slightly, directly shaking Yang Jian out.

Yang Jian landed steadily on the ground. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were full of excitement and joy.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yang Jian knelt on one knee and bowed to Zhao Feng: "Now my soul has completely merged and is no longer three corpses."

As he spoke, there was an uncontrollable tremor in Yang Jian's voice, which was the excitement of hope for the future and the excitement of stepping into the way of Hun Yuan.

“Although your cultivation has declined from Quasi-Saint, the power of rules that you have realized before will be easier for you to realize again in the future. It will not be difficult for you to break through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.” After Zhao Feng took back the Qiankun Ding, he smiled at Yang Jian, with encouragement and expectations in his smile.

"I understand."

Yang Jian nodded immediately, his eyes revealing confidence. He naturally knew that this was the current situation.

"All right."

Zhao Feng raised his head and looked at the sky: "The matter here is concluded."

"I have to go somewhere else too."

When he said this, there was a subtle hint of meaning in his tone.

At this time, Yu Ding naturally understood what Zhao Feng was going to do.

"Prince Qin."

Yu Ding took a step forward and bowed slightly: "Can I ask a favor of your Highness?"

"If you try to take the sword, please show mercy, Prince."

At this time, Yu Ding's tone carried a hint of request and his eyes were full of sincerity.

Obviously.

He knew that Zhao Feng was going to look for the other two swords.

The other two were in the hands of his two fellow apprentices.

One wields the Juexian Sword, and the other wields the Luxian Sword.

This time when Zhao Feng went there, he would definitely not have a good conversation with them. The reason why he was able to talk with him for so long and allowed him to make conditions was, after all, because Yang Jian had already joined the Qin Dynasty. Naturally, others did not have this honor.

"If they know what's best for them, then there's no need to go too far."

Zhao Feng looked calm, looking into the distance: "If they want to be my enemy, then it's not my fault for going too far."

There was no emotion in Zhao Feng's voice, but it made people feel an invisible pressure.

There was even an invisible murderous intent in it.

Hearing this, Yu Ding understood the meaning and immediately nodded without saying anything more.

After all, this was not something he could control. "When he deals with the monkey someday, just let nature take its course."

Zhao Feng said something to Yang Jian with a deep meaning: "No need to be too obvious."

After all, Yang Jian will face the Monkey King sooner or later.

"Yes."

Yang Jian nodded immediately.

Nezha had come to Guanjiangkou once, so he naturally knew who the monkey was.

After explaining, Zhao Feng had no plan to stay any longer. He flashed and turned into a beam of light and left.

His figure disappeared into the sky in an instant, leaving only a faint shadow.

After watching Zhao Feng leave, Yu Ding asked curiously, "Who is that monkey?"

Hear the words.

"The son of the great calamity." Yang Jian raised his head slightly and replied, and at the same time said with a bit of sneer: "The object of manipulation by Buddhism and Heaven."

"However, this monkey has already been a member of the Qin State."

"The so-called arrangement between Buddhism and Heaven is all done by Daqin in accordance with the situation."

"This is a great catastrophe, haha..."

Yang Jian sneered, with an expression of gloating.

Of course, there are also mockeries of the self-righteousness of Buddhism and the Heavenly Court, as well as admiration for the Qin Dynasty's layout.

Obviously.

The Buddhist sect and the Heavenly Court are so self-righteous that they think the monkeys are completely under their control, but in fact it is a joke.

"Qin Ting is really scary." Yu Ding couldn't help but sigh. His face was full of amazement, and he had a deeper understanding of Qin Ting's strength.

Now, he finally understood what it meant to truly control the world.

Everything that outsiders don't know is now under the control of Qin Ting. Even his own disciples are nominally from the Heavenly Court, but in fact they have already defected to Qin Ting, and even Nezha is the same.

Since both of them have surrendered, there is no guarantee that other people in the Heavenly Court will not surrender as well.

"Master."

Yang Jian turned his head and looked directly at Yu Ding, his eyes full of expectation: "Now you have killed the two corpses of good and evil, but without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, there is no hope of achieving enlightenment."

"How about joining the Qin Empire as well?"

"Maybe I can become a saint in Daqin in the future."

Hear this.

"You guys still want me to go to Qin?"

Yu Ding glared at Yang Jian in anger: "Don't you know how much your uncle Guangchengzi hates Qin Ting and Prince Qin? Although the name of the Chan Sect is only a name now, if your master really joins Qin Ting, and your master really returns in the future, how will your master deal with it?"

Yu Ding was also helpless about this.

"Master."

Yang Jian asked with some doubt: "Will the ancestor really return to the prehistoric world?"

Hearing this, Yu Ding said seriously: "Your ancestor is a saint of the Heavenly Dao, immortal and indestructible, how could he not come back? Moreover, the holy thoughts that your ancestor left in the Jade Void are still there, which is enough to prove that your ancestor will return sooner or later."

As to whether Yuanshi Tianzun was still alive, Yu Ding's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

"If a saint were to come back to the world, what would the world become?"

Yang Jian thought with some emotion.

Even worry and confusion about the future.

When saints were alive in the past, the situation between heaven and earth was not like this.

What heaven, what Buddhism, they are all ants below the saints.

……

At the same time, in the southern continent.

Yunxiao Cave in Taihua Mountain is the place where Chi Jingzi, a disciple of the great saint of the Chan sect, lives.

Outside the Yunxiao Cave, there are clouds and mist, the mountains are towering into the clouds, and the surrounding trees are lush and green, creating a quiet and peaceful scene.

however.

At this moment, Chi Jingzi, who was in seclusion in the cave, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face instantly turned ugly.

"Finally, it's here."

Chi Jingzi whispered to himself, with a hint of coldness on his face.

He stood up slowly, his Taoist robe fluttering slightly, emitting a powerful aura.

He suddenly appeared in the void outside the cave.

Chi Jingzi stood in the void, his eyes like lightning. After looking around, he snorted coldly: "Since you are here, don't hide your head and show your tail. Come out."

His voice was like thunder, exploding in the surroundings in an instant, carrying a sense of majesty and dominance.

talking.

Chi Jingzi waved his hand, and a fierce weapon instantly appeared in his hand. The sword was pitch black, emitting a terrifying evil spirit that instantly swept across the entire sky. It was the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, one of the four swords of Zhu Xian.

Chi Jingzi held the Luxian Sword in his hand, and the sword trembled slightly, as if it was eager to fight.

However, when Chi Jingzi was concentrating on preparing for the battle.

"Confinement."

A majestic and indifferent voice resounded from the void.

This voice seemed to contain endless power, making people's hearts tremble when they heard it.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force of space rules suddenly moved and fell towards Chi Jingzi.

The power of the spatial rules was like an invisible shackle, instantly enveloping Chi Jingzi. There was no suspense or delay at all.

"not good."

Chi Jingzi's face changed and his eyes were filled with horror.

When this powerful force of space rules descended, his body was completely unable to move.

He wanted to struggle, but found that his strength was as small as an ant in front of the power of rules.

"You have been wielding a sword that does not belong to you for so many years. That is enough."

Zhao Feng's voice was like thunder, resounding through the void: "You still dare to challenge me? For Yu Ding's sake, I will spare your life."

There was a kind of superior majesty in the voice, as if declaring control over everything.

Then, Chi Jingzi's hands began to tremble continuously, and the sword became uncontrollable and disappeared into the void.

As the sword disappeared, the power of space rules also disappeared. Chi Jingzi seemed to have lost his strength and fell to his knees on the top of the mountain.

His face was full of resentment and anger, and he was breathing heavily.

"Crown Prince of Qin, Zhao Feng." Chi Jingzi stared at the void with gritted teeth, full of hatred, and his hatred for Zhao Feng reached its extreme.

Not long after, he came to the cave where his other fellow disciple was, where the Lord of Dao and Virtue was.

Just like Chi Jingzi, Zhao Feng directly imprisoned his body and took away his sword.

At that moment, the face of Lord of Morality was full of shock and helplessness. He watched helplessly as the sword in his hand was taken away by Zhao Feng, but he was powerless to do anything.

This also means that all four swords of Zhu Xian have fallen into Zhao Feng's hands.

The most ferocious formation in the ancient times has already taken shape in Zhao Feng's hands.

...(End of chapter)