"Ding! You read Buddhist Fahai's "A Letter to the Emperor" and gained magical power for eight hundred years."
A mechanical sound sounded in Yang Guang's ears, and Yang Guang suddenly felt a heavy rain falling in his Zifu, filling his lake in an instant.
Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and spiritual transformation.
Round golden elixirs appeared in the Zifu, and then the golden elixirs shattered, and a baby appeared. The colorful divine light flashed behind the baby's head, and the yin and yang energy was swallowed in the eyes. The appearance of Tai Chi was evolving.
The sky changes and gives birth to thousands of spiritual lights.
In an instant, Yang Guang transformed from a rookie Qi practitioner to a master of spiritual transformation, becoming a being on par with Monk Fa Hai.
Reaching the sky in one step is the power of the system. With the system, everything is possible.
"Haha!" Yang Guang laughed, feeling very happy. Everything was under his control. He was only one step away from overcoming the disaster. All he needed now was to have enough mana.
It is impossible to practice cultivation. You can only rely on the system to get enough mana.
Qin Qiong and others looked at Yang Guang. They didn't understand why Yang Guang was laughing. As a great man of his generation, after arriving here, he realized that his innate realm was nothing at all. He was surrounded by monks flying with swords, and he and others
He is just a mortal, and even His Majesty, the emperor who was so high in the past, is just regarded as a mortal in front of the other party. He comes and goes when called upon, so there is no prestige.
"Look, have all the masters of the Wuliang Sword Sect arrived?" Yang Guang left the camp and looked at the mountains in the distance. He saw a faint spiritual light on the distant mountains, sword energy rushing down, and the Great Sui Army Camp in front of him.
Completely different.
"I've seen it. There are ten sword lights, which should belong to ten gods." Qin Qiong said quickly.
"Uncle Bao, they are not gods yet, they are just monks. There should be no gods appearing in this war. Since they are monks, there are no powerful ones. You will definitely be able to do it soon." Yang Guang leaned back with his hands.
Powerful and powerful.
Qin Qiong looked at Yang Guang's back and always felt that Yang Guang was a little different from before.
In the past, when Yang Guang faced these monks, although he was neither humble nor arrogant, he was definitely not like what he was doing now. He didn't take the other person seriously at all, and he didn't know what the other party had to rely on.
"Thank you for your grace." Qin Qiong smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, I have lost my virginity. The path to immortality is difficult. I want to take the path of witchcraft. However, my son wants to enter the path of immortality. Please make it happen."
"Yes, you can let your son enter the arsenal and choose immortal magic. It's not just you, Zhijie, Luo Shixin or their descendants. Uncle Bao, as long as he is loyal to the court and loyal to me, I will not hesitate to reward you." Yang Guang was in a very happy mood.
good.
Qin Qiong was overjoyed after hearing this and quickly fell to the ground, shouting "Long live the mountain."
He was originally an officer in the Sui Dynasty. After Zhang Xutuo died, he followed Pei Renji. After Pei Renji was defeated, he submitted to Li Mi and Zhai Rang. Now he has returned to the embrace of the Sui Dynasty. To be honest, he is still frightened.
Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor had no prejudice against him, and now he was even more generously rewarded. This moved him deeply and made him feel like he was doing his best.
"Uncle Bao! Look, those monks have not yet become immortals, but they are condescending to us. If they become immortals, will these people still care about our life and death?" Yang Guang shook his head and said, "Will they?
Those who care about our life and death, if you want to get everything, you have to rely on yourself. After you take over the world, think about how to take more things and make your cultivation speed faster."
"I understand." Qin Qiong suddenly clenched her fists when she thought of Wang Jiantong's appearance when he saw Yang Guang. What His Majesty the Emperor said makes sense. If you want to be a master among people and not be discriminated against by others, you need to strengthen yourself. Even the human race needs to strengthen itself.
On the top of the mountain, Wang Jiantong stood with several fellow disciples. In front of them was a middle-aged Taoist with a handsome appearance, wearing a green Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back, and his whole body was filled with sword energy.
"Uncle Master, the emperor sent someone to deliver a message. He is going to invite us to discuss swords with the Buddhists deep in the mountains to prevent the soldiers from being injured in the battle between the two sides." Wang Jiantong said quickly: "I don't know how to reply to him, so please give me some advice from Uncle Master.
"
"The emperor is not simple. He not only wants us to discuss swords elsewhere to avoid innocent casualties, but more importantly, he needs us to help him hold off the Buddhist masters, capture Tongguan himself, and march to Chang'an City."
The young man stroked his beard and chuckled.
"How brave, a mere mortal dares to take advantage of monks like us?" A young and handsome young man next to Wang Jiantong sneered: "Is it true that we monks can't kill the emperor? Even if we can't kill him, we can still change the emperor.
It’s a very relaxing thing.”
"Junior Brother Jiang, this emperor is different from other emperors. Saints appear and human sages support them one after another. We must maintain proper respect, even on the surface." Wang Jiantong hesitated and said: "It's not just us, it's Li
There are also women entering the palace under the mountain gate."
"Will our monk marry a mortal emperor? Senior Brother Wang, you don't know how to joke, right?" Jiang He laughed dumbly after hearing this.
"Perhaps it was temporarily collected! It is difficult for Lishanmen to do such a thing. How long a mortal emperor can live is only one hundred and fifty years at most, or even shorter. Lishanmen would not do such an unwise thing.
"The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and said: "However, what Jian Tong said makes sense. The emperor of the human world will still have some effect on our Wuliang Sword Sect in the future. Otherwise, the Buddhist sect will not pay so much attention to it and go down the mountain to fight for it in person.
The fate of the human race. Send someone to tell the emperor that we, the Wuliang Sword Sect, are grateful to His Majesty the Emperor and will definitely help him hold off the Buddhist clan."
The middle-aged Taoist decided to cooperate with the emperor. However, besides cooperating, he still wanted to tell the emperor that he was very aware of the other party's actions.
A sword light flashed past, and Jiang He was seen flying towards the military camp.
"Who is the mortal emperor?" In the big tent, Yang Guang and others were discussing matters when they heard a loud roar above their heads, and then saw a young Taoist appear in front of the big tent.
"The early stage of the golden elixir." A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Guang's mouth. He stopped the angry crowd and said with cupped hands, "I wonder what the Taoist Master's instructions are?"
"Emperor, my uncle said that if you fight honestly, you will not be able to participate in the battles between monks. This is not something you can consider." Jiang He looked at Yang Guang's appearance with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth,
When he saw Shi Feixuan and Huan Huan beside Yang Guang, his eyes flashed with a strange color.
If nothing else, these two women are members of the Lishan sect. They are indeed very beautiful. There are many beauties in the Wuliang Sword Sect, but there are very few who can compare with these two women.
