[Fellow Taoist, you had a friendly exchange with Shi Hao and generously gave him a large amount of treasures, but he gave very little in return, far less than one thousandth of yours. He is not a good Taoist friend. I hope you will have less contact with him in the future. Treat him.
Others should not be so selfless in their dedication, as it is easy for them to suffer losses.】
Ji Congxin looked at the words on the scroll and was speechless.
Why do you suddenly feel a little ashamed?
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The ancient road of humanity.
The eightieth city.
Suddenly, endless thunderclouds gathered, as if God was angry.
"Master is finally entering the realm of the Great Sage."
"Yes! Master has been trapped at this level for a long time, three full years! I originally thought that I would be able to break through a year ago. For this reason, I made a bet with that guy Qingluan and almost lost all my pants.
Lose money!"
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Several rare and exotic beasts at the level of saint kings were discussing. The eight-armed evil dragon was only wearing a pair of flowery underpants. The flying tiger was flattering as always, looking at the thunderclouds in the distance without panicking at all.
Sure enough, within a moment a figure rushed out of the retreat room and left thinking about the stars.
Lei Yun followed the figure and walked away.
The visiting Great Sage Hanhai couldn't help but be stunned when he listened to the discussions of Ouyang Feng's followers. Was he out of touch with the times?
Back then, how many years had he worked hard to break through the level of the Great Sage? It seems to have been more than a hundred years. At that time, he was still shocking everyone. Not to mention that he had the appearance of a great emperor. If he works hard, he will have better luck. In this life,
He may not be able to aspire to the quasi-emperor realm.
This is a level in a big realm. Is it unusual to stay there for more than ten years? It’s not unusual at all. It’s normal. But in the end, three years is still too long for these little guys who don’t know how high the world is.
"Senior, is there any way you can let me watch the master's tribulation?"
Feitian Shenhu suddenly asked, approaching the Great Sage Hanhai, they would not dare to approach Ji Congxin's thunder calamity.
"This... is not impossible."
The Great Sage Hanhai stopped thinking and took out an ancient mirror with mysterious patterns carved on it.
Injecting divine power, the divine mirror glows, and the scene of Ji Congxin's tribulation suddenly appears in mid-air. With the rotation of the ancient mirror, you can even change the viewing angle and be immersed in the scene.
The endless divine thunder raged, evolved into various divine weapons, and attacked Ji Congxin crazily, but to no avail.
"What is this?"
Feitian Shenhu asked curiously, looking at the ancient mirror, this is a good thing!
"This is called the Heaven-Bearing Dharma Mirror. It is not too powerful to be able to see what is happening in the distance across the star field. What is really powerful is the Heaven-Breaking Dharma Eyes left by the ancient emperors. Through the Babel Dharma Eyes, you can observe what is happening in most of the universe.
The thing is, my Heaven-Bearing Dharma Mirror is much worse. It can only observe two or three nearby star fields. It is just an imitation of the Heaven-reaching Dharma Eye."
The Great Sage Hanhai introduced that the Heavenly Dharma Eye had appeared in ancient times and was refined by an ancient emperor. Most of the later ancient emperors also refined the same thing and gave it to their descendants as a support for their descendants.
There is no doubt that it will be much more convenient with this. If something big happens in the universe, you will not know anything about it.
As for the small forces that had not produced the Ancient Emperor, they did not have such magical things, so they had to find ways to imitate them.
"That's it! When my master becomes emperor in the future, I have to ask him to refine a genuine product for me, and then enshrine it in the tribe for the tribe to worship day and night."
Feitian Shenhu said.
The thunder tribulation was endless, and even more than a dozen pieces of imperial weapons appeared, including the Seal of the Human Emperor, the Tower of the Sun God, Emperor Amitabha's Demon-Conquering Pestle, the Sky-Swallowing Demon Jar, and the Hengyu Furnace... There were several items that no one recognized, and they were suspected to be from ancient times or even myths.
The ultimate imperial weapon of the era.
It was simply a fatal blow, even more terrifying than the last thunderstorm, and it left no one with a way to survive.
However, Ji Congxin survived and was invincible, smashing these weapons one by one. It was shocking, it was the rebirth of the ancient emperor, and several great sages were secretly paying attention. They asked themselves, even if they were already in the great
They have come a long way from the holy stage, but this thunder calamity can easily kill them.
"Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for thousands of years!"
"Thankfully Ouyang Feng came out, otherwise none of the ancient princes would dare to fight against us."
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The thunder tribulation has progressed to this point, but it is not over yet. Black clouds gather, and the master of the imperial soldiers who appeared before appears! The ancient emperors all appear.
It was extremely difficult for so many people, even Ouyang Feng. These ancient emperors had divine bans, and it seemed that they saw that Ji Congxin was too strong, so Lei Jie strengthened them.
Every ancient emperor's body is flashing with colorful thunder, and every attack is blessed by thunder and lightning.
Various kinds of lightning continued to strike from the sky, which was terrifying and aimed at Ji Congxin.
For ten days and ten nights, Ji Congxin tried his best to survive and finally survived. All the ancient emperors were wiped out, which made him relieved.
The dragon-patterned black gold cauldron was in pieces, broken into nearly a hundred pieces, and stained with his blood, witnessing the difficulty of this thunder disaster.
He is scarred, has lost a lot of energy, and is about to run out of energy. If he fails to survive the thunder tribulation again, Ji Congxin can only throw out a little of the defensive forbidden weapons he refined and use the Xingzi secret to delay time until he can recover.
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He lay injured all over the starry sky and began to absorb the power of the stars to recover, forming a storm.
Suddenly, several pieces of light flew toward Ji Congxin, coming from all directions, as fast as lightning, and carrying rich energy.
Ji Cong was startled and grabbed the few pieces of light in his hand.
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist Ouyang for successfully overcoming the tribulation and becoming a great sage. This is a little bit of care. It has some use in recovering from injuries. It is not precious. It is given to fellow Taoist as a meeting gift. Please don't refuse."
A voice came, it was a great saint from the human race.
Others made similar remarks. Even though they had not met Ji Congxin, they still revealed their good intentions.
Ji Congxin looked at the items in her hands. They were all precious medicines or magical elixirs that were nearly 100,000 years old. They had a strong essence, and they must have been enough to cause pain to the great sages. They had nothing to do with "not precious".
"Thank you all, I will treat you to a drink next time you are free."
Ji Congxin did not refuse. If he refused, I was afraid that these people would think too much and wait until he became the quasi-emperor instead of becoming the emperor. The cause and effect would be settled easily.
That day is surely not far away.
"Then I'll wait patiently for fellow Taoist Ouyang!"
The spiritual consciousness of all the great saints dispersed and no longer disturbed Ji Cong's recovery.
Half a month later, Ji Congxin had almost recovered, and the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron was pieced together. The entire cauldron was glowing, and the cracks were slowly healing. The thunder calamity did not destroy the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron, but made it more agile.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
Then two months later, Ji Congxin stabilized the realm of the Great Sage.