3142. Chapter three thousand one hundred and forty-two Liu Zhengyang!
"The power of heaven and earth?" Qin Yu nodded: "That's an appropriate statement."
Although in Qin Yu's opinion, it is still not very exquisite, it can still be called shocking.
Because this kind of use of the power of law has never been seen among cultivators.
Only the concept of the God-Devil War Technique is somewhat close, but whether it is the God-Devil War Technique or Qin Yu's current God of War's 136 Styles, they all need corresponding divine patterns to exert their true power.
In essence, it is still based on divine patterns.
This method of using the power of heaven and earth through martial arts is completely different from divine patterns, and is two systems that can be said to be parallel to divine patterns.
It is conceivable that if it were introduced into the land of demon souls and the land of divine bones, it would probably cause strong shocks.
"I'm afraid that only in the Luotian Road, where there are countless small worlds of extremely high levels that have not been discovered by outside monks, can such a system be born." Qin Yu sighed.
"If I can follow the path of martial arts and create my own god-level martial arts, and then combine them with my own magical powers, maybe I can create even more powerful magical powers."
Qin Yu thought to himself.
After breaking through to the divine realm, he has been practicing and using various inherited magical powers. Although he has also begun to try to create his own path, like the God of War Slash and the God of War Fist, he has only taken the first step.
step.
But relying on the fortune of Tianwu Continent, he might be able to go far and find his true path.
Although his realm is only three tribulations of the divine realm, Qin Yu also knows that even if his fortune and heritage are enough for him to break through to the supreme realm, he can only go further if he walks his own path.
"If you want to create legal martial arts, the Eight Great Powers are the best choice. This will also help me understand the Eight Great Powers."
Although Qin Yu was very happy to receive great inspiration, he did not forget his original purpose.
"The next step is to find the news about the Dragon Seal descending from the sky."
The library of the Liang royal family was naturally not comparable to that of the Qingye Sect, but among the numerous books, except for the Dragon Seal descending from the sky, Qin Yu did not find any other clues that might be the colorful sacred stone.
In other words, the only clue he has left is the Heavenly Falling Dragon Seal, but this actually increases the possibility that the Heavenly Falling Dragon Seal is the Seven-Colored Divine Stone.
After all, the seven-colored sacred stone is extremely precious. Even in this small world with extremely high levels of laws, it is already very rare to have one.
Precisely because the Heavenly Dragon Seal is the Seven-Colored Divine Stone, there is no other news, because there is only this one piece.
This also strengthened Qin Yu's idea of finding the Dragon Seal descending from the sky.
He began to quickly flip through the books on the third floor.
Not long after, Qin Yu's eyes lit up.
"Sure enough, there are records in the books on the third floor about the five dragons seizing the throne and competing for the Heavenly Dragon Seal!"
The Heavenly Falling Dragon Seal is the national treasure of Daliang and the symbol of the Daliang throne. It has powerful power in itself. As long as the prince intends to ascend the Daliang throne, he will not give up the Heavenly Falling Dragon Seal.
At that time, the five princes vying for the throne were all powerful, with the support of Martial Saints, and many of their subordinates were strong men at the level of Martial Emperors. During that period, the entire Daliangjiu could be said to be full of bloodshed and constant fighting.
Even the martial arts sects in Daliang at that time also intervened, including two Martial Saint-level ancestors and dozens of Martial Emperor sect leaders.
"On the night of May in the year of Jiageng, seven great martial saints and dozens of martial emperors fought for the Dragon Seal descended from heaven and fought in the imperial city all night long..."
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On the third floor of the Library Pavilion, Liu Zhengyang, the patron saint of Daliang and the royal enshrinement, couldn't help but frown.
In the past few days, he had carefully explored the entire library like this countless times.
Although he didn't find anything unusual from beginning to end, he always felt that something was wrong.
He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he had this feeling.
It was as if there was always someone with him in the library, but he couldn't see, hear or even sense the other person's breath.
If it were an ordinary person, most of them would think that this is just their own illusion.
But as a strong man at the martial saint level, his level has already far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Therefore, Liu Zhengyang believed that his feeling was not groundless.
But it was just a feeling, he couldn't confirm it, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Of course, he didn't tell anyone.
After all, he is the patron saint of the Liang Kingdom, and the library is the most important place.
In the entire Daliang Kingdom, apart from the ancestor of the royal family who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years, he, the great priest, was the strongest.
If it's something that he can't solve himself, no one can help.
Naturally, it was impossible for him to alert his ancestor to leave seclusion just because of a vague feeling. That would be too ridiculous.
In the end, he had no choice but to come to the third floor in person to take charge.
After all, the third floor is the most important place in the library. As long as this place is protected, the first and second floors are not that important to him.
Unexpectedly, after arriving on the third floor tonight, his strange feeling would become more serious.
This made him anxious, but he was helpless.
"Is it an illusion? If not, who can do such a thing?"
Liu Zhengyang was filled with doubts.
It has been more than two hundred years since he broke through to the realm of martial saint. His skills are unfathomable. Looking at the entire continent, I dare not say that no one can defeat him, but there are indeed only a few who can threaten him.
And to be able to do small tricks right under his nose without him being able to detect them, he would have to have more than one skill higher than him, and even the ancestor of the royal family would never be able to do it.
I'm afraid only those in the legendary Martial God Realm can do it.
But could such a being come to this library to hide and seek with him?
Although the classics in the library are precious, they are divided into objects. Even the god-level exercises are of little significance to a strong man who is already a Martial God. Not to mention other classics. If there is a Martial God now,
Even destroying the Liang royal family may not be possible, let alone some classics?
Liu Zhengyang thought to himself, if this feeling still lingers in a few days, he would ask Emperor Liang to build a new high-rise building and move all the books and classics to another place.
The ancestor of the royal family has left seclusion.
At this moment, an inaudible popping sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
This weak tearing sound was like thunder in Liu Zhengyang's eyes.
He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
The next moment, Liu Zhengyang's eyes widened in disbelief. To the east, in front of the bookshelf.
There was a handsome young man wearing white clothes standing there.
