Becoming a god starts from planting a Bodhi tree.

Chapter 175: Killing the Son of God with a Sword

"Join forces! There's something strange about this guy!"

Xidi's breathing was rapid, his face was flushed with sickness, and parts of his spiritual world were already shattered.

A defeat in the battle between the spiritual mystics would not harm the foundation, but if it involves the spiritual world, the backlash would be extremely serious.

He was too arrogant just now, relying on the unique spiritual talent of his race, and wanted to use the royal secret method to severely damage Ji Jingqiu's spiritual world in one fell swoop.

As for the result, it can't be described as a complete failure, but rather as banging one's head against steel until it was broken and bleeding!
This is also the disadvantage of the battle of minds, victory or defeat can be decided in just a moment.

His current injuries are much more serious than Yue Wukong's!

His combat power is only about 60% to 70% of his peak.

Although Yue Wukong's posture just now was a bit humiliating, the Black Sun Battle Body is thick-skinned and tough, and he was not seriously injured. With his recovery speed, it will not affect his combat power too much.

Yue Wukong said in a dull voice: "Do it!"

The humiliation of being forced to kneel on one knee by Ji Jingqiu's sword made him furious. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life. He no longer cared about whether to join forces or not. It was an unfair victory.

The two men joined forces to attack, but Ji Jingqiu was not afraid at all. In the previous battle, he had already tested the strength of these two.

He raised his sword, and like a breeze passing by, his body took the initiative to meet it, and the blade fell almost silently.

Yue Wukong's hair stood on end. The power of this sword was not as good as before, but in terms of sophistication and timing, it was better than before.

The three of them exchanged hundreds of moves in a flash. Ji Jingqiu wielded a long sword to suppress Yue Wukong, forcing the latter to let go, and then competed with the Western Emperor on the spiritual level.

Another horizontal slash of the sword, Yue Wukong groaned and retreated dozens of meters. He no longer had the previous rage, but was full of calmness.

"Damn, I can't take it anymore, you better think of a way!" Yue Wukong quickly transmitted the message.

The face of the Western Emperor became paler and his eyes became deep. Only half of his strength remained at this moment. During the mental battle with Ji Jingqiu, his injuries became more serious.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they couldn't take him down. Instead, this battle became a trap that bound them, leaving them in a dilemma!

If it drags on any longer, the two of them will either just admit defeat and exit the demiplane, or they will be killed by Ji Jingqiu like a frog in boiling water!
The Western Emperor's gaze swept around and suddenly stopped on a group of federal warriors. He focused his eyes and found a breakthrough.

"My friend from the Federation, this was just a misunderstanding. You have fully demonstrated your strength and earned our respect!"

The Western Emperor took the initiative to send a message to surrender. If they continue to fight, they will lose the chance to compete for the temple.

"Compared to us, I think you should be more interested in the Third Pantheon of the Four Gods. He is currently in the mountains not far away, leading people to encircle and suppress the warriors of your federation!"

The long sword paused slightly.

Then another sweep of the knife came, and Yue Wukong was swept away again.

"Which direction?" Ji Jingqiu asked.

The Western Emperor took the initiative to show him the way and moved aside: "Please be careful in that direction. Wanshen San is the official son of God, one of the chosen gods of the Four Gods Temples. His strength is not comparable to Wanshan."

Ji Jingqiu glanced at him, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear: So what if I’m better than you?
Xidi smiled awkwardly.

Ji Jingqiu looked in the direction he pointed, countless legal runes flashing in his pupils, and he suddenly realized something as he looked at the Western Emperor.

It turns out that this person also has innate magical powers similar to those of the Demon Eye Clan!
No wonder I hit a wall!

Ji Jingqiu saw the battlefield more than ten kilometers away, frowned slightly, sheathed his sword, stood up and flew away.

There is no rush for this battle, he has already figured out the routines of these two people, and there is plenty of time for the rest.

“Why the hell do I feel…” Yue Wukong finally breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Ji Jingqiu’s flying figure. His face was numb as he said, “This guy is chopping harder and harder?!”

"He is using you and me to sharpen his sword!" Xidi said in a low voice, "His swordsmanship skills have not yet touched the origin. In the words of their Federation, he has not yet reached the level of seeing God. This guy is using you and me as a whetstone to sharpen his swordsmanship!"

"He hasn't reached the limit of his current realm yet?!" Yue Wukong said in shock, "Isn't the ultimate king the limit of the combat power of the Great Universe True Seed Realm?"

The Western Emperor looked deep in his eyes and whispered, "We follow the bloodline system. At this level, there is almost no room for improvement unless we can surpass our ancestors. However, the Federation martial arts... they have no lower limit, and theoretically, naturally there is no upper limit."

"Has there been any relevant records before?" Yue Wukong's pupils suddenly shrank and he breathed rapidly.

"No." Xidi shook his head.

Although the Federation has almost no "communication" with the outside world, but from the confrontations in secret realms like the Posa Demiplane, plus the intelligence from the Ancient Country of Luofeng, the Federation has never produced a warrior above the level of King in the True Seed Realm.

"Then you said hammer?" Yue Wukong said unhappily.

Xidi sighed and said, "Is your brain also full of Qi and blood? It didn't exist before, but that's because no one has achieved it, not because the system is limited! But we are purely limited by the system!"

"…What did you just say to him?"

"The first thing he asked when we met was whether you were from the Four Temples, so I just told him that the Three Gods of the Four Temples was leading people to hunt down the Federation warriors not far away."

Hearing this, Yue Wukong frowned, but soon relaxed.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Yue Wukong said: "The third son of God from the Third…Fourth Temple of the Ten Thousand Gods. This person is even stronger than me, and his divine arts are very difficult to deal with."

The Western Emperor said dimly, "We have been wounded and our strength has been weakened. It will be difficult for us to recover in a short period of time. We can only hope that both sides will suffer losses in a fight. Otherwise, there will be no hope for the subsequent fight for the inheritance of the temple..."

He paused and said:

"I can't figure out Wanshen San. Maybe he has a hidden card. I hope he can surprise us and fight with Ji Jingqiu to a draw."

……

……

Ji Jingqiu's eyes were locked on a figure more than ten kilometers away.

His figure flew through the woods silently, without getting stained by a single fallen leaf, as many thoughts calmly flowed through his mind.

The previous fights with Yue Wukong and Xidi made him clearly aware of his own level of combat power. He had indeed stood at the top of Jiaoyang, and even Fengwang Juedian was no match for him.

However, if you want to kill the opponent, it is difficult to do in a world like the Posha demiplane, because there are means to save your life and you can exit the demiplane at any time.

In this situation, it is almost impossible for him to kill the opponent, unless the opponent fights to the death, or... fails to react in time and is killed quickly by him.

The first one is impossible, no one is a fool.

On the contrary, the second one is worth a try.

Sudden.

Several figures rushed out from all directions and blocked Ji Jingqiu's position.

"Another Federation warrior, dares to come back and die?"

The person who intercepted him laughed and pounced towards Ji Jingqiu.

However, his eyes blurred and Ji Jingqiu had already passed by him.

He turned around angrily and tried to chase after him, but suddenly felt powerless. The other blockers around him all looked at him in horror and slowly retreated. No one dared to continue chasing after the federal warrior.

He seemed to have sensed something and looked down in shock, only to see a line of blood that had cut him in half at some point. As he struggled to twist his body, the two parts of his body separated.

As his body sank into the dust, he still muttered in disbelief: "How could it be so fast..."

The other blockers were terrified and scared. If they had rushed faster, there might not be just one person cut in half.

Ji Jingqiu saw Diao Xingyun and others being chased and surrounded in the distance, and he quickened his pace again until he was only a few hundred meters away from the locked figures.

At this moment, Ji Jingqiu suddenly jumped up and came across hundreds of meters. With the operation of Guiyi Jue, every bit of strength and energy in his body was mobilized.

In the inner world, the first Eternal Sword was triggered. The clear and sharp energy stored in it was as hot as fire, pouring out like a flood, erupting from every pore of his body.

A blazing aura rose into the air and locked onto Wanshen San from hundreds of meters away. It declared its target openly without concealing it at all, as if asking Wanshen San, "Do you dare to take it?"
Facing this sharp energy, the Three Gods had the illusion that the world had become extremely narrow and small, and their hearts were shaken.

But out of the confidence of a strong man, he did not avoid it, but stared at it with sharp eyes, and his whole body was full of divine power, which exploded like thunder in his body.

He was the son of God of the Four Gods Temples, a supremely gifted warrior who had been crowned a king. He was already at the top of the young generation of countless civilizations in the universe. How could he be frightened by an enemy and flee in panic? !
next moment.

A bright sword light shaped like a waning moon suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, spanning a distance of a hundred meters. The sword light filled the sight of Wanshen San, replacing everything else.

Wanshen San's pupils dilated instantly, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

The knife was clearly still ten meters away, but an unprecedented sense of crisis and fear was vibrating wildly in his mind like an alarm bell!

Without thinking twice, he used all his strength to activate his magic and construct numerous defenses. The thought of exiting the demiplane immediately came to his mind.

But he subconsciously hesitated. Did he really need to escape?
And this moment of hesitation determines the difference between life and death.

Under the long sword, there seemed to be a golden vein flowing, which was as thin as a gossamer at first, but in an instant it turned into a tide in the sky, spanning more than ten meters and engulfing the Three Gods!

This knife was like a trace of white rainbow left in the human world. It was slow at first, but in an instant it was like a raging wave, beyond the reaction time of the three gods.

It was already a luxury for him to exit the demiplane again.

The blade light tore through his carefully constructed protective magic, and it went straight down from the top of his head like a blade cutting through paper, as if a golden thread had divided him in half right down the middle, solidifying into eternity.

"You are……"

Wan Shen San looked up blankly, but it had become his last words. All his ambitions in this life had turned into nothing. Wan Shen San, die!
After crossing more than ten thousand meters and slashing powerful enemies with his sword, Ji Jingqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he expected, with the explosion of the Eternal Sword, even the so-called king would die under the sword with one blow.

He stood with knife in hand and looked up.

For a moment, the world was silent and desolate.

All the sounds and colors seemed to have lost their meaning of existence at this moment, leaving only the trace of gold left under the long sword, which swayed slightly and then dissipated like a candle flame.

Only the young man stood there with a sword in hand, holding the power to slash the Three Gods with his sword, his eyes swept across the so-called young heroes of the surrounding civilizations, but no one dared to look at him, and they all lowered their heads.

……

Yue Wukong subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck, putting himself into the perspective of the Third of All Gods.

"Is this what you called...a surprise?" He turned and looked at Xidi.

The Western Emperor's face was stiff, and after a long while he said faintly: "Isn't this surprising enough?"

“Oh, it’s really a surprise! A top king died without even taking a single blow. Could it be that he has entered the forbidden realm?!” Yue Wukong gritted his teeth and said, “Thank you for not killing me!”

If he had been hit with this knife, he would still die, and there would be no result!

Xidi exhaled slowly and said firmly: "This knife is definitely his biggest trump card. It cannot be used continuously, and it even requires a high price!"

Ji Jingqiu was indeed very powerful, but to make a top king not even have room to react...

This is no longer the combat power of the king level!

But it's taboo!

The secret method that can allow the supreme king to briefly enter the forbidden combat power must be accompanied by a huge price!
"This person really hates the members of the Four Gods Temple." The Western Emperor said to himself.

Yue Wukong nodded in agreement: "Your cousin is asking you for help, I think his name is Xiyan? Why don't you save him? He used a forbidden move, so his strength must have been greatly reduced now!"

The Western Emperor did not take the bait and said coldly, "A descendant of a branch family is usually quite ambitious. Let him die."

……

On top of the towering mountain.

Cloudy and misty.

On both sides of a round stone that had been turned into a chessboard, sat an old man with white hair and beard and a calm temperament, and a middle-aged man with deep eyes and a more reserved temperament.

The latter's brows revealed a calmness that made him look majestic without being angry, and he played chess calmly and without impatience.

There was no verbal communication between the two players as they played chess. There was only the crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board and the whistling of the mountain wind.

As the game continues to progress.

The old man suddenly spoke, his brows showing the kindness of an elder, "Xiao Ke, how is your grandson? Is there any hope for him to make further progress?"

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Mr. Mu always likes to find some topics to talk about before he loses."

The old man slammed the table, and the chess pieces on the board scattered everywhere. He said angrily: "Bullshit, how can I lose?"

It was obvious that this game of chess could not continue.

The middle-aged man shook his head, not surprised, and with a flick of his sleeve, all the chess pieces on the chessboard returned to the chess Gu.

“Taboo…” the middle-aged man sighed, “If we can find the place where Marshal Mu attained enlightenment in the past, we should still have hope of quelling the rebellion this time.”

The old man understood and said, "Then it is completely hopeless."

The Mu family has been searching for that place for ten thousand years but still can't find it. How can you, the descendant of the Ke family, have the right to do so? Because you are shameless? You are over three thousand years old and you still have the nerve to give birth to a child?
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then said, "What do you think of my last proposal, Mr. Mu?"

The old man shook his head.

The middle-aged man is the contemporary supreme grandmaster of the Ke family, Ke Qianchi.

Ke Qianchi frowned and said, "Does Mu Lao want to cling to those foundations? According to Ji Shuai's prediction, this world is the last great world, and the entire universe will try the last leap. If some foundations are not used now, there will be no chance in the future."

His previous proposal was to gather part of the resources of the six major families and invest them all in the younger generation to cultivate a peerless genius to compete for the ranking of the Eternal Monument and follow in the footsteps of their ancestors.

In terms of background alone, any of the six major families can be compared with the royal families of the first-class civilizations in the universe.

With Ji Shuai's prophecy in mind, some of the resources of the six major families were reserved for use in this life.

This is something that even federal officials cannot compare to.

In the entire Yanhuang Federation, the six major families are unique in all aspects.

By combining the strength of the six families, even if they cannot make it cross the threshold of taboo, they can at least make it go one step further and get infinitely close.

"The suggestion is good, but I don't think the person is good enough." The old man said calmly, "The so-called genius you created with all the Ke family's heritage is not as good as the one who came up step by step from humble beginnings and proved his innateness. Is there any meaning in that?"

Ke Qianchi was silent for a moment, then said, "But he is a descendant of my Ke family after all, and a member of the six major families, so there should always be a certain degree of closeness."

The old man shook his head and said:
"That's why the Lord God doesn't bother to see you. If the Seventh Marshal had always been so close to each other, would there be a Federation today? You can gamble with your Ke family's wealth, but you can't drag us into it."

"Besides, you are too anxious. Master Ji did say that this generation will be a great one, but he never said that only warriors of this generation are the hope of the Federation."

"what--"

The old man suddenly raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked into the void. His eyes penetrated through the layers of space and saw a scene in the demiplane.

"Is there any unusual movement in the Posa demiplane?" Ke Qianchi asked tentatively. It had been a long time since he saw this person look surprised.

The old man did not answer, but looked sideways for a long time before slowly looking away.

There was a rare look of confusion in his eyes.

He looked up and asked, "Ke boy, do you think there are absolutely perfect warriors in this world?"

Ke Qianchi narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't we on the path of pursuing perfection?"

The old man nodded, this made sense.

There is no absolute perfection in this world. Even they are tirelessly seeking the so-called perfection.

But in this little fellow named Ji Jingqiu, he seemed to see true perfection that went beyond the limits of the true seed realm theory.

In the eyes of the old man, if God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you. This is the so-called disaster. However, most people often cannot find where this window is.

The same is true in reverse.

When God opens a door for you, he will definitely close a window for you.

For example, Ji Linyuan a hundred years ago, had come a long way on the road to seeing gods, but was ultimately limited by the incompleteness of his body and was unable to break the taboos.

Or maybe it was Zhang Tiancheng who lived two thousand years ago. He was born with a martial spirit and possessed extraordinary martial wisdom. Like Ji Jingqiu, he was self-proclaimed innate. However, because he went too smoothly in the early stages, he stopped making progress in his spiritual practice and stagnated for a long time.

And Ji Jingqiu...

It's like there are no shortcomings at all, and every aspect is close to perfection.

If we must point out a shortcoming, it is that this boy has not yet achieved divine enlightenment through martial arts. However, he is only sixteen years old this year, and at least his mind is settled. He will surely achieve divine enlightenment within a year and become the youngest martial artist to achieve divine enlightenment in the history of the Federation.

By then, he will be able to enter the forbidden realm naturally.

The word "at least" was because the old man suspected that this boy might have already attained the spiritual realm, otherwise how could he easily suppress the royal lineage of the Demon Eye Empire who had racial talents?
It’s just that spiritual practice is difficult to verify, and it’s difficult for the old man to tell just by looking at it.

And if one can really achieve stability at the age of sixteen...

This is too shocking.

The old man was a little afraid to imagine to what extent the divine fire would be ignited by this boy after he entered the trance.

Some warriors can only reach the realm of the scorching sun, and it is difficult to reach the ultimate state even if they try their best, but this kid now only needs to follow the steps to step into the forbidden realm.

How can the kid from the Ke family be compared with him?

When it comes to potential, the Qin family's daughter is far behind.

and many more……

The old man was silent.

When did it become "according to procedure" for a martial artist at the True Seed Realm to meet a god through martial arts?

Sure enough, if you see too much genius like this, your threshold will really increase.

……

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ps: I fell asleep while typing last night... I apologize, I will try to add another chapter next time

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