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

Chan Sect! East Kunlun!

The Yuxu Palace stands tall and majestic, with its palaces and pavilions arranged in an orderly manner. It is looming in the lingering clouds and mist, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Inside the palace, Guangchengzi was dressed in a black Taoist robe with a solemn expression. He sat on the seat of the headmaster, exuding an air of majesty.

Sitting on the cushions on both sides below were seven people also wearing Taoist robes. They were the seven of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

However, after the Conferred Gods Conferred Battle, the name of the Twelve Golden Immortals no longer existed, and four of them defected from the Orthodox Sect and joined the Western Sect.

"Brother Master,"

Chi Jingzi looked at Guang Chengzi with anger on his face and said excitedly, "That's the situation. That Prince Qin actually broke into my dojo and took away the Juexian Sword that I was holding. This is really too much!"

There was anger burning in Chi Jingzi's eyes, and his face was slightly distorted with rage.

"I have experienced the same thing,"

Daode Tianzun frowned slightly, his eyes full of helplessness and unwillingness: "This Prince Qin is stronger than before, I haven't even seen him, and he took the sword away from me."

"I hope the master brother will make the decision on this matter."

Compared to Chi Jingzi's anger, the Lord of Morality was much calmer, but looking at his expression, in addition to anger, there was also an indescribable fear.

There is also a feeling of shame.

From top to bottom, everyone in the Chan sect is very concerned about their reputation.

Yuanshi Tianzun was like this in the past, and almost all of his disciples had the same temper.

This time, Zhao Feng came directly to their door and took away their swords, making them lose all face. How could they swallow this?

Although the fierce soldiers of the Zhuxian Sword Formation did not originally belong to them, they had been in control of them for many years and had long regarded them as their own treasures.

Now that their treasure has been taken away, how can they easily endure such hatred?

"Big Brother,"

Guangchengzi turned his gaze to the first person on the left, Nan Ji, who was the Great Emperor of Immortality in Heaven.

Although he was the headmaster, his strength was still weaker than Nanji. Guang Chengzi looked at him with inquiry and expectation, and asked, "What do you think about this matter?"

"Qin Ting's momentum is like a surging tide, it is unstoppable,"

Nan Ji looked solemn and spoke slowly.

He raised his head slightly, unable to conceal his fear and worry about Qin Ting.

"With the current strength of our Chan Sect, it is difficult to compete with Qin Ting."

“Furthermore, now that the great catastrophe has begun, the rules of heaven have descended upon the world, and those who have reached the realm of quasi-saints are not allowed to enter the world.”

"With this restriction, our Chan Sect cannot use its full strength to deal with Qin Ting."

"Qin Ting's current strength is far from what it was when he first entered the Earthly Immortal Realm."

"In the past, when the mortal world was integrated into the earthly immortal world, Haotian personally took action, and we emperors also fought with all our strength, but we still failed to destroy Qin Ting. This is enough to show how powerful Qin Ting is."

"Now, there is no need to say more. If we want to destroy Qin Ting, perhaps we can only wait until after the catastrophe."

After Nan Ji finished speaking, he sighed helplessly, his expression full of powerlessness.

Even if I am extremely angry with Qin Ting, what can I do?

The many disastrous defeats of Heaven have served as a lesson for us.

"Are we just going to swallow our anger this time?"

Chi Jingzi gritted his teeth and said coldly, his eyes filled with hatred.

"I really can't reconcile myself! It's really hateful that Zhao Feng humiliated us like this!" Chi Jingzi became more and more excited as he spoke, and he wished he could kill his way into Qin's court directly, but thinking of Zhao Feng's terrifying strength, he could only ask Guang Chengzi for help.

"Qin Ting is powerful and there is nothing we can do right now." Nan Ji shook his head slowly, his eyes full of helplessness. Obviously, he did not agree to go to war with Qin Ting at this time.

At this moment, Chi Jingzi suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at Yu Ding who was sitting in the corner and asked, "When Zhao Feng took the sword, he said that he would spare my life for Yu Ding's sake."

"Junior Brother Yu Ding, did you reach any deal with Zhao Feng?"

"And what about the sword you wield?"

now.

There was a hint of doubt and questioning in Chi Jingzi's tone, and his eyes were fixed on Yu Ding.

When Lord of Daode heard this, he immediately looked towards Yu Ding, his eyes also filled with doubts.

"I went to Guanjiangkou and happened to meet Prince Qin."

Yu Ding looked calm and spoke unhurriedly.

He raised his head slightly and met everyone's gaze calmly.

"Like my two brothers, my sword was also taken away by him."

"It's just that he treats me a little better."

"I knew he would go and seize other swords, so I told Prince Qin to show mercy." Yu Ding spoke in a steady tone, without a trace of panic on his face.

As for the fact that he went to Guanjiangkou at the invitation of Yang Jian, Yu Ding naturally would not mention it.

Because once it was said, it would expose the fact that Yang Jian had already defected to the Qin court.

Although he didn't know what Zhao Feng was planning, there was no need to offend Zhao Feng.

Moreover, judging from the current atmosphere within the Chan Sect, the relationship between fellow disciples is not as harmonious as it seems.

Even after going through the Battle of the Gods, they were not completely united in mind and purpose.

"Is that all? Then Zhao Feng will listen to you and show mercy?"

Chi Jingzi continued to ask with a face full of doubt. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a gleam of distrust in his eyes: "I really can't believe it."

"If you don't believe me, then I can't do anything about it."

Yu Ding still looked calm, and said slowly: "Perhaps, Prince Qin was concerned about his master, so he did not take any ruthless action against the brothers."

Yu Ding looked calm. Facing Chi Jingzi's suspicious gaze, he remained calm and not worried at all.

Anyway, there is no evidence, so Chi Jingzi can't do anything.

And then.

Yu Ding was also very disappointed in his heart. This time, Zhao Feng only took the sword and did not kill them. This was already a favor, but they hated him instead. If he had known this, he would not have said a word.

"All right!"

Seeing this, Guangchengzi raised his hand and waved it to stop Chijingzi from speculating about the jade tripod.

Afterwards, Guang Chengzi looked at everyone with a serious expression, and then said in a deep voice: "This time, what Prince Qin did is undoubtedly a declaration of war against our Chan Sect."

"In that case, there is no need to say anything more."

"Let's wait and see how our Chan sect will respond in the future."

"Since we cannot take action during the catastrophe, we will wait until the catastrophe is over to settle all old and new grudges!"

After Guangchengzi said this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"besides."

Chi Jingzi continued, with a look of determination on his face: "Among the disciples of my Chan Sect, there are many strong people in the Southern Continent, and there are also many sects and inheritances."

"If Qin Ting plans to move westward in the future, my Chan Sect will do everything in its power to stop him and make him pay a heavy price!"

"Yes." Guangchengzi nodded and agreed with Chijingzi's proposal: "This is feasible, Qin Ting, sooner or later, we will fight with our Chan Sect."

……

Wuzhuang Temple!
It is quiet and peaceful here. Compared with other places, Wuzhuang Temple is like a paradise on earth.

Since returning from Daqin, Zhen Yuanzi has been guarding the Taoist temple and has never left.

Every day, he would preach with the help of the Tianxuan Mirror, and his preaching benefited the creatures in the Wuzhuang Temple area, and their cultivation levels improved significantly. At this time!

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi was resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he slowly opened his eyes, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Fresh breeze and bright moon."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke softly, his voice gentle but with a certain unquestionable majesty: "Go and get ten ginseng fruits."

Upon hearing this, the two boys serving beside them, Qingfeng and Mingyue, suddenly widened their eyes in surprise.

Qing Feng couldn't help but ask, "Master, is there a distinguished guest coming?"

They were puzzled and secretly wondered who the distinguished guest could be that their master valued him so much and specially ordered them to pick precious ginseng fruits to entertain him.

Ten ginseng fruits, these are extremely precious.

"Go." Zhen Yuanzi waved his whisk gently without further explanation.

He looked calm, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he already knew who the upcoming guest would be.

next moment!
A beam of black light streaked across the sky like a meteor and instantly landed in Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi sensed this breath and immediately stood up with a respectful look.

"Your Highness, I respectfully welcome the Crown Prince."

Zhen Yuanzi bowed and performed a standard etiquette of a subject with an extremely polite attitude, fully demonstrating his respect for Zhao Feng.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, there is no need to be so polite."

When the black light dissipated, Zhao Feng's figure appeared in front of Zhen Yuanzi with a faint smile on his face, appearing calm and confident.

Then he walked straight to the futon in the pavilion and sat down with confidence.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi smiled slightly, walked to the opposite side of Zhao Feng, and slowly sat down.

Afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Zhao Feng gently and asked with a smile, "Why did the prince think of coming to my Wuzhuang Temple today? Is there something important?"

Zhen Yuanzi was full of curiosity and wondered the purpose of Zhao Feng's visit.

After all, in his opinion, Zhao Feng would never do anything wrong.

After all, he is the crown prince of Qin and is in charge of Qin.

"I dealt with some things in the Southern Continent, so I just happened to come and see you."

Zhao Feng answered with a smile, his tone relaxed and casual.

As he spoke, Zhao Feng raised his head slightly and glanced at the scenery of Wuzhuang Temple, seeming to be very interested in everything here.

This was also Zhao Feng’s first visit to Wuzhuang Temple.

"For the Crown Prince to personally take action, this must be a very important matter."

Zhen Yuanzi said with emotion.

And this moment.

Zhen Yuanzi felt it carefully and found that Zhao Feng was emitting an indescribable powerful aura that made people feel depressed.

Obviously, Zhao Feng's strength has made great progress, which made Zhen Yuanzi secretly amazed.

"The Four Swords of Zhu Xian have now gathered together."

Zhao Feng did not hide anything from Zhen Yuanzi, who was his own man.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a formation diagram slowly emerged and appeared in front of Zhen Yuanzi.

Above the battle formation, four ferocious weapons were surrounding it, the swords flashing with cold light, emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

Just a trace of breath that leaked out caused the surrounding void to tremble slightly, as if it could not withstand such a powerful force.

"The Immortal Killing Sword Formation!"

When Zhen Yuanzi saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.

He naturally recognized this famous and ferocious formation.

During the Conferred Gods Battle in the past, this sword formation displayed the power to destroy the world in the hands of Sage Tongtian.

The Zhu Xian Sword Formation was launched. If not for the four saints working together, no one would be able to break it.

It can be said that this sword formation is the symbol of the strongest sword formation in the world.

"Your Highness is truly amazing that he was able to gather all the people in this Immortal Execution Sword Formation!"

Zhen Yuanzi sighed sincerely: "With this sword formation in hand, in this vast world, if no saint appears, your strength will be unmatched."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were full of admiration, and he was in awe of Zhao Feng's control of the sword formation at this moment.

"However, unless you truly achieve the state of Hun Yuan, this sword formation alone is still far from enough."

Zhao Feng looked deep in his eyes and said meaningfully, "The saint will return sooner or later."

There was a deep meaning in Zhao Feng's words.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's expression immediately became serious. He frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he asked in surprise: "Your Highness, do you mean that you know where the saint is?"

For Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earthly immortals, the only thing that could move him so much is the existence of a saint.

"I learned from my conversation with the Supreme in the past that saints still exist, and they live in the chaos."

Zhao Feng looked calm and said slowly: "Although they have not returned for countless years, they will return to the prehistoric world sooner or later."

"After all, as long as the great world exists and the Way of Heaven exists, the saints will be immortal."

"How could they fall so easily? The so-called rumors of saints falling in the prehistoric world are nothing but nonsense."

Zhao Feng said this with a very affirmative tone.

This statement was also to give Zhen Yuanzi some preparation.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, with an indescribable solemnity on his face.

He was well aware of the saint's power and mystery. Now that he heard that the saint was about to return, he couldn't help but worry about the future.

"Your Highness, have you ever thought about what kind of earth-shaking changes will be brought to the world if a future saint really appears?"

Zhen Yuanzi said worriedly: "The saints are in charge of the rules. Under the saints, all living beings are like ants."

"The power of a saint is so terrifying that it is difficult to describe in words."

"Even now, I am still filled with deep fear of the Saint."

Zhen Yuanzi said this, sighed slightly, and his eyes revealed a kind of helplessness and fear.

"The saint is indeed extremely powerful."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly and admitted: "But I am not invincible. After this catastrophe, I may be able to achieve enlightenment."

Zhao Feng said this with a confident smile on his face.

Now, he is only one step away from stepping into the realm of Hunyuan, and he is full of confidence in himself.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes suddenly flashed with awe. He looked at Zhao Feng and said immediately: "If Your Highness can prove the truth, the future of the prehistoric world will surely usher in a real big change."

"The Qin Dynasty with a saint-level strongman in charge is the truly immortal Qin Dynasty."

Obviously.

If the saint returns, a force without a saint in charge will not last long.

However, when Zhen Yuanzi thought of Zhao Feng's confidence in proving his Dao, his heart couldn't help but surge.

Zhao Feng didn't say much on this topic.

"Has Buddhism ever looked for you?" Zhao Feng asked directly.

...(End of chapter)