Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

First, Jiang Weichen left a wound between his fists, and then he was kicked in the chest, and was kicked away by the huge force.

Jiang Weichen also took a few steps back and stood still, but he did not pursue.

Looking at Chu Tiange who stood up ten meters away, he said, "Chu Tiange, weapons in my hands still have the advantage over fists and feet. You can't defeat me, how about we just stop here?"

Chu Tiange hesitated. Jiang Weichen was good at both offense and defense, and with the help of his weapons, his attacks were even more fierce. Now that he was conscious, he would be even more difficult to deal with.

He felt unwilling in his heart that he couldn't even defeat a rising star who hadn't even broken through to the Grandmaster level?

But he had to accept the reality and said helplessly: "Jiang Weichen, you are a talent, how about joining my Imperial City Division?

I am already quite old. If you are willing to join us and ensure your loyalty, the position of Chief will be yours."

Although joining the Imperial City Bureau would indeed bring many conveniences, he had no interest in it at all. Not to mention how to ensure his loyalty, his most urgent task now was to solve the problem of his impure true qi and inability to break through to the Grandmaster level.

When he was weak, he didn't turn to anyone, let alone now?

Jiang Weichen shook his head and refused directly, "I'm used to freedom and can't stand being restricted."

Chu Tiange frowned, his face looking a little ugly. No one had ever dared to refuse him.

But he was helpless against this man, and it was unrealistic to drain all his power now. Jiang Weichen could beat him and absorb his energy at the same time.

Bei Ming Divine Art is indeed a somewhat tricky martial art. If he was not already a grandmaster, the true qi and internal force of low-level warriors would have no effect on him and would instead pollute his true essence. Otherwise, he would have wanted to change his practice.

Chu Tiange warned: "Don't act recklessly again. I admit that I can't take you down, but there are people in the palace who can take you down."

"There is a grandmaster in the palace?" Jiang Weichen was a little surprised, but it was reasonable.

The eunuch Liu who died on Yunwu Mountain practiced the [Sunflower Manual], which shows that the Sunflower Patriarch was in the Song Dynasty Palace.

Jiang Weichen casually asked, "Is it the eunuch who created the Sunflower Manual?"

Chu Tiange didn't expect Jiang Weichen to know this, but he didn't care and said, "It's good that you know."

Jiang Weichen nodded. He didn't want to be an emperor and be entangled in trivial matters, so he had never thought of making an enemy of the court.

It's just that the imperial court has been plotting against him time and time again. Now that Murong Longcheng has been provoked by him, he will inevitably confront the imperial court, which can be regarded as revenge for him.

Next, he decided not to get involved in these things and was going to find a secluded place to solve his own problems.

But I just don’t know who is more powerful, Murong Longcheng or the Sunflower Ancestor.

Thinking of Murong Longcheng, Jiang Weichen felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Fortunately, he just punched him and left.

His punch directly broke Jiang Weichen's Golden Bell Defense, and also broke his own Infinite Heart Sutra's automatic internal defense.

If it weren't for his strong physique and amazing defense, that punch might have knocked him out.

But even so, he felt that he had suffered some hidden injuries in his abdomen, and he didn't know how many cells had been killed.

If Murong Longcheng had not left at that time, Jiang Weichen would have been in danger.

Chu Tiange turned and left. Jiang Weichen felt a little tired and had many injuries on his body, but he still felt that he should leave something behind to warn these people not to mess with him in the future.

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Jiang Weichen walked into Shaolin and looked at the corpses all over the temple. However, not many Shaolin monks died, which was not consistent with the number of monks killed in the Shaolin Temple, the largest sect in the world.

Moreover, Xuan Ji, Xuan Du and others were not among them. Jiang Weichen looked for them and found that Xuan Ji and others should be hiding in the tunnel. However, Jiang Weichen had no spiritual sense, so it would be difficult to find the tunnel without looking carefully.

Now he had been hit by Murong Longcheng's full-strength punch, and Chu Tiange had broken through his golden bell cover many times, and he had already suffered internal injuries.

At this time, he needed to hurry up to heal his wounds, so Jiang Weichen simply gave up and shouted, "Those bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple, I know you are hiding in the tunnel.

I will let you go for now, but if you dare to mess with me or anyone around me again, I will uproot your Shaolin and leave no one alive."

With the help of Jiang Weichen's skills, the sound spread far and wide.

Four Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation have died in his hands, Xuanming in the late Xiantian stage, Xuanbei at the half-step grandmaster level, Xuannan and Xuanci at the grandmaster level.

Even Lingmen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple of the previous generation who had retired behind the scenes and was at the level of half-step grandmaster, died at his hands.

In addition, he had killed seventeen stick monks who had just entered the innate realm before. In order to accumulate murderous intent, he killed the Shaolin monks who had not hidden in the tunnels. Now most of the Shaolin monks had been killed by him. It can be said that their strength was greatly reduced and it would be difficult to recover in a short time.

In the tunnel under the main hall, Xuan Ji and the others were stunned when they heard Jiang Weichen's words, and then they were terrified.

"The devil won? How is that possible?"

"That senior has grasped the realm of compassion and is undoubtedly a Grandmaster. Why is the demon still alive and hasn't been converted?"

"The senior's chanting has stopped for a long time. Could it be that he also died at the hands of the devil?"

"Great Demon, who in this world can be a match for such a demon?"

"........."

Jiang Weichen left the temple after he finished speaking, but saw a cliff next to its mountain gate.

After thinking about it, he used the Stepping Void Step to directly reach the inclined cliff and carved words with a long knife in his hand.

After carving the words, he flicked his sleeves and a strong wind blew out, blowing away the debris in the words.

Suddenly, four lines of murderous handwriting appeared on the cliff.

The handwriting contains his murderous sword intent, and the handwriting will not be weathered until his sword intent dissipates.

After leaving a line of words, Jiang Weichen left, not caring about the corpses on the mountain.

Anyway, this is Shaolin's mountain, they will definitely deal with it.

After leaving, Jiang Weichen found a river to wash himself, and then found an inn to sleep in.

Not long after Jiang Weichen left, two old Taoists hurried over, one of whom was the Taoist Qingyun from Qingyun Mountain.

The other one was wearing a purple robe, with his hair tied in a bun, holding a whisk, looking like an immortal, a hermit.

After Jiang Weichen left, Taoist Qingyun looked at the martial arts technique left by Jiang Weichen for a long time and hesitated for a long time.

He was good at face reading, and when he first met Jiang Weichen, he felt that Jiang Weichen's face was not simple.

Because at his level, he couldn't even see what Jiang Weichen looked like. It seemed a little unreal, as if he shouldn't exist in the world.

He had mastered a relatively comprehensive method of face reading, but he couldn't tell Jiang Weichen's face.

It was precisely because Jiang Weichen was beyond his comprehension that he passed on the Qinglian Visualization Method to him to see how far he could develop it.

Jiang Weichen was very talented and practiced faster than him, and he also used this to develop a method to forge a sword soul.

He didn't want Jiang Weichen to die, but the people who wanted to deal with Jiang Weichen were from the imperial court.

Moreover, that person's realm was higher than his. He was only in the early stage of Grand Master, and was the last one to break through among the remaining Grand Masters. He was also not good at fighting, so he had to pull in Zhang Ziyang, who was at a higher realm.

"Zhang Ziyang, can you please hurry up?" Taoist Qingyun said dissatisfiedly.

The purple-robed Taoist priest was Zhang Ziyang. After hearing Qingyun's words, he said dissatisfiedly, "I am already over a hundred years old and cultivating in Tiantai Mountain. You insist on dragging me into the battles in the martial arts world.

What if I get hurt and my life is shortened? "

Taoist Qingyun said as he walked: "That boy has really good talent and is practicing very quickly.

When he grows up, maybe he can find another way, and then we will rely on him."

Zhang Ziyang shook his head and replied, "A few hundred years ago, spiritual energy was not as thin as it is now, and countless people were unable to make further progress.

Even if you have great talent now, what good does it matter? In the end, won’t you still be a handful of dust?”

The two talked as they walked, and soon they arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, where they saw the departing Imperial City Army and the Imperial City Bureau escorting a large number of warriors away.

Taoist Qingyun was surprised and said, "You're late, Zhang Ziyang. It's all your fault. You're a grown man and you're so slow."

Zhang Ziyang looked towards Shaoshi Mountain and said solemnly, "Such a thick smell of blood, such a strong murderous aura. Let's go up and take a look."

As the two of them walked up the mountain, they saw corpses all over the ground. Zhang Ziyang frowned because none of the corpses were intact.

"Qingyun, is this the young man you're optimistic about? He's quite murderous."

Even though their Taoism believes in revenge and retribution, and acting according to one's heart, they would not kill people like this.

Taoist Qingyun was also a little surprised. How many people had been killed? Probably tens of thousands?

The two soon arrived at the gate of Shaolin Mountain and suddenly saw several Shaolin monks staring at the cliff.

Zhang Ziyang tilted his head to look, muttering, "I have a murderous heart, long imprisoned by dust and dirt. Today, the dust is gone and light is born, killing until thousands of blood flowers bloom."

The handwriting was vigorous and flamboyant. Looking closely, one could sense a murderous aura coming from it, like a warning or a demonstration. Fortunately, Zhang Ziyang's realm was so high that he was not affected.

"Qingyun, didn't you say he wasn't a Grandmaster? He has clearly already comprehended the state of mind, and it's the state of killing."

Qingyun was also confused. Jiang Weichen had absorbed so much power. It would be impossible for him to break through without resolving the hidden danger.

At this moment, several monks at the foot of the cliff suddenly started fighting.

"Xuhua, what are you doing? You don't do enough work in your daily life, right?" A fat monk was knocked down by a sudden punch.

"What are you doing? Huiren, you bald donkey, you always assign me the dirtiest and most tiring jobs, and you don't even let me have enough to eat. Today I'm going to kill you."

The monk named Xu Huai picked up a weapon from the dead body nearby and rushed towards Hui Ren to kill him.

At this time, one of the people nearby picked up a weapon and shouted, "We are all Shaolin disciples, why can others practice martial arts while I can only be a menial servant?

Xuwu, why can you practice martial arts? And I can only serve you? I don't accept it, I want to kill you. "

Xuwu was startled, but at the same time replied with murderous intent: "Xuming, I am more talented than you, so it is my duty to practice martial arts.

You, a servant with no martial arts skills, dare to kill me? I will kill you first."

Taoist Qingyun was confused and looked at Zhang Ziyang. Zhang Ziyang said, "Those monks are too low in realm and state of mind. They are affected by the killing intent. This killing intent can trigger and amplify the resentment, resentment, hatred and other emotions that are usually suppressed in people.

If one's state of mind is not up to standard and there is resentment in one's heart, then one will be affected by the murderous intent, and even the slightest conflict will lead to a fight."

"Isn't this just the result of alcohol giving a coward courage?" Taoist Qingyun murmured.

Zhang Ziyang glanced at Qingyun, but did not refute, as if there was indeed some meaning behind it.

Qingyun murmured, "This is what that brat left behind. I, the old Taoist priest, haven't even grasped the artistic conception yet, but he has already?"

He had only broken through to the Grandmaster level a dozen years earlier, and he still hadn't grasped the artistic conception.

Chapter 285 The Age of Demons

Jiang Weichen left Shaoshi Mountain, and the news of the Demon-Extermination Conference spread like wildfire.

Although the Imperial Guards and the Imperial City Bureau were lying in ambush around the area, the moment Jiang Weichen rushed out, people all over the mountain began to flee.