On this day, there were thunder rolling on the entire Kunlun Mountain.
Several yellow thunders were as thick as a hill, pouring down from the sky, and it was as bright as daytime. The clouds were golden, as if the sky was covered with gold.
The thunder roared, and they all fell on Lingxiao Peak.
Ye Junlin sat up in the thunder and stared in surprise in the air. Suddenly, a thunder dragon lingered down and entered Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness.
Ye Junlin was relaxed and happy, and the energy in his chest was like thunder and pythons: thunder exploded from the acupoints, meridians exploded from the thunder, flesh exploded from the thunder, soul exploded from the thunder...
My forehead was red and a vertical seal emerged out of thin air.
Several thunder dragons rose into the sky, lingering beside Ye Junlin, and then roared and soared into the sky.
Several eyes swam in, wandering for several miles, and finally fell on Ye Junlin.
"This boy's wings have been completed, and it's hard to get rid of them." The 'Ghost Venerable' sighed lightly and aged a few points.
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A night of thunder, the sky gradually got better, and the weather on the mountains was fresh.
Ye Junlin, who was full of golden light, was carried back to the hut by Hu Jinming. He had a red date mark on the center of his forehead, which looked like an eye.
Zhao Chongshan's lifelong cultivation was instilled into Ye Junlin with the help of the power of thunder. Whether it was cultivation, energy, or the "supernatural powers and laws", they all rushed into Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness.
The colorful mysterious light shines, and Ye Junlin's cultivation level reaches the "Xuanhuang".
In a coma, Ye Junlin dreamed that the black energy of the Qingxiao Spirit Realm soared into the sky. Billions of creatures knelt in front of him and kowtowed repeatedly. A sword flew in the east, and he held it in his hand, and seventeen pillars of energy rose into the air...
After waking up, Ye Junlin felt a split headache. He shook his seat and sat up. He picked up the bamboo kettle from the head of the bed and drank a sip of spring water. He drank the cold water of the bamboo trunk in one sip. The headache felt weaker and he immediately felt refreshed.
Looking back, I glanced at the Juque Sword that was spreading horizontally, reached out to hold it, the sword body trembled, and the sound of gold and stones was startled. After looking inside carefully, I realized that the mysterious energy in my body was flowing, and all the bones were moistened, as if there was endless strength.
When you close your eyes and gather your energy, a golden light bursts out from the red date-colored vertical seal on your forehead. Even if you close your eyes, the wind blows around a hundred miles, you will understand it in your chest.
Ye Junlin was amazed.
The door was pushed open, and Wei Wu and Lao Wu stood side by side. Lao Wu smiled and patted Ye Junlin on the shoulder: "We can go down the mountain."
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the archway of "Kunlun Dangxing" stands straight, like a small hill.
Zhao Chongshan, Hu Jinming and others from Kunlun bowed and gave it to him.
The master sect gave out most of his luck, but he looked as usual, but Hu Jinming knew very well that his senior brother had already returned to his old age, and at most he had only been two or three years.
The old Taoist priest smiled at Ye Junlin without any depressed expression. But Hu Jinming was silent, holding his cheek and looking into the distant mountains in a daze.
Ye Junlin knelt down half his knees, kowtowed to Zhao Chongshan again and again.
Zhao Chongshan smiled and leaned over to help Ye Junlin up: "As long as His Highness the King of Wei can save billions of creatures in Qingxiao, what is the old Taoist's cultivation level?"
Hu Jinming's tears fell like rain.
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One hundred characters "Lin" were sprinted into Jinyang, and the people in the city consciously dispersed.
After half a year of separation, Ye Junlin saw this prosperous atmosphere again and felt lost. After seeing the barren land of Shu, Ye Junlin always cared for people's livelihood.
A wind rose in front of the hall, and several arrows pierced straight.
Wei Wuji drew his sword and stood up, but was stopped by Old Wu waved his hand.
Ye Junlin held his breath and condensed his strength, and the qi in his chest exploded, and the colorful mysterious light shone out, like a phantom of a golden dragon, shining behind Ye Junlin, looking down on the people.
The powerful impact force shook the feather arrows that pierced directly out.
Ye Junlin's forehead opened with the "Tian Eye" and the surrounding energy rotated, and he could see it all.
In a restaurant, three middle-aged assassins hurriedly put away their crossbow arrows, pretended to be ordinary, and prepared to escape.
Ye Junlin raised his hand and raised his fingers: "Catch them."
A small team of "Lin" camp turned over and dismounted, and the "Jin King Sword" was instantly unsheathed. As soon as the three assassins left the restaurant, they were taken down by ten elite soldiers without mercy.
"Sir, we are wronged!"
The middle-aged man in the lead pretended to be extremely innocent.
"Go and explain to Zhang Yi."
Wei Wuji smiled, waved his hand, and signaled the soldiers to take them down.
When the three assassins heard this, their faces looked like earth.
"It seems that Brother Zhang's power is indeed famous all over the world!" Ye Junlin teased.
‘The Three Jins World’, King Fan of Jin was waiting for Ye Junlin with a smile. Qi Jianxin, Zhang Yi, Li Kui, Ning Kunlun, and Liang Bufan were all sitting in the seat of His Highness.
After not seeing each other for half a year, Liang Bufan's cultivation can also be said to be "progressive" by leaps and bounds. Under the guidance of Ning Kunlun, Liang Bufan once again advanced to the "Xuanwang Realm". Ning Kunlun also learned the halberd technique of his body.
All the generals were happy, but a trace of resentment flashed across Qi Jianxin's face.
At the beginning of the new year, the entire Jinyang City was very lively.
Ye Junlin and Liang Bufan walked on the Jinyang street, and the pedestrians around them were all avoided from the distance.
Liang Bufan had already become famous at this time, and the reputation of the "big playboy" Liang Bufan was known to everyone in the entire Jin State.
Liang Bufan smiled at Ye Junlin, with a hint of apology in his smile.
Ye Junlin patted his shoulder without saying much, but said: "Don't bully poor families."
Liang Bufan nodded as if he had understood it.
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On the ninth floor of the 'Moonlight of the Lotus Pond', Fan Yueran and Ye Junlin sat facing each other. An invitation was placed on the table in front of them. Ye Junlin was curious, and reached out to take it and slowly opened it.
The elegant and luxurious words on the invitation made Ye Junlin a little confused. Ye Junlin turned his head and looked at Fanjun in a daze.
Fanjun smiled and Mans explained in an orderly manner: "This is the invitation letter from the King of Chu, let us send someone to participate in the trial of the 'Marquis Mausoleum of Emperor Wu'."
"'Marquis of Emperor Wu'?" Ye Junlin's voice rose octave.
"You also know the 'Marquis Mausoleum of Emperor Wu'?" Fan Jun asked.
"I don't know very much." Ye Junlin shook his head.
Under Fanjun's explanation, Ye Junlin finally understood the tomb that he had been "thinking day and night" for a long time: a saint named "Martial Emperor" appeared in the Qingxiao Spirit Realm. In Qingxiao's 90,000 years of history, only such a master of the "Xuansheng Level". But just when this master was in his prime, he suddenly fell for some reason.
After the death of "Emperor Wu", his soul had not dissipated and he formed a tomb. His life treasures were treasured here.
The "Martial Emperor Mausoleum" is opened every ten years. Anyone who is under twenty-five years old in the Qingxiao Spirit Realm can enter. What is the opportunity? Everyone will do their destiny. However, as long as those who can gain something from it, they will become famous masters in the Qingxiao Spirit Realm after returning.
For example, the first sword master of "Liu Jian Pavilion"; and for example, the "Kill God" Bai Qi.
Understanding the reason, Ye Junlin nodded slightly.
"I have decided to let you go to the 'Martial Emperor Mausoleum' as the leader of Jin State."
Ye Junlin smiled and said confidently: "Of course."