Chapter 129 The emperor takes turns, this year it’s my turn!
"Could it be that you are also a righteous man who wants to overthrow the Daqian Dynasty?"

Crimson's thoughts turned around.

There are many famous Taoist masters in the Daqian Dynasty, but none of them matches the person in front of him. Then he can only be a Taoist master from other forces. Maybe he can be won over and used as a helper.

"Overthrow Daqian?"

Jun Fengtian smiled faintly but shook his head.

next moment.

He lightly touched the tip of his finger, and Feihong immediately felt a creepy crisis, as if she would turn into a drought demon in an instant. Endless red flames rose up, but were blocked little by little by the chains in the void, and directly turned into a small red ball of light.

A earth-level reincarnationist from the main god space.

It was sealed so easily.

According to Yang An, if he killed one group of these reincarnations, another group would descend. It was meaningless to do so and it would only cause more trouble. It would not be too late to deal with these reincarnations after he finished some things in the Yangshen world.

It only took a moment.

In Yujing City, all the reincarnations, one by one, turned into small balls of light.

Jun Fengtian came to the Yangshen world this time for the purpose of worshipping the gods and collecting the power of wishes from the entire universe. The Daqian Dynasty is a very important part of it and will not allow these reincarnations to destroy it easily.

then.

He looked at the meridian central axis of Yujing City, where the imperial palace of the Daqian Dynasty was located.

This imperial palace is the largest palace in the world. It is also the central place of the world built by successive dynasties. It has been repaired and expanded through hundreds of dynasties, destroyed in wars, and rebuilt again. It has countless historical vicissitudes. It is like the heart of the whole world. If it moves at will, many provincial capitals will suffer major earthquakes.

however.

This prosperity is not worth mentioning in Jun Fengtian's eyes.

Such dynasties can be found everywhere in the Xuanhuang World. Any city in the Great Xuan Empire is dozens of times larger than Yujing City. If compared with the royal city of the Great Xuan Empire, it is simply a local rich man in a remote country.

However, this is easy to understand.

Any city in the Great Xuan Empire was built by many monks who drove the mighty gods and demons to move mountains and grab the rivers. However, the monks in this world have always been high and mighty. How could they work as laborers for the secular dynasties? Every brick and tile was built by the hard work of countless civilians. Therefore, in one war, Yujing City was destroyed in the flames of war.

He strolled along the street.

There is almost no secret in the entire palace. The guards of the palace are very weak, with only the fourth or fifth level of physical body. However, there are also some masters. The souls of these masters are very condensed, forming one golden aura after another. Once they practice to the level of ghost immortals, their thoughts will turn into pure yang bit by bit, guarding the thirty-six halls in the palace.

Jun Fengtian didn't know the divisions within the palace.

However, with a sweep of his mind, he could see all 36,000 houses inside clearly.

Patrol teams passed by Jun Fengtian one after another without noticing anything. They even saw quite a few Martial Saints, and some were eunuch Martial Saints. This realm has integrated their spirits into one, and their essence is like wolf smoke. They have reached the level of refining qi into spirits, and can easily kill martial arts masters of Xiongba's level, but there is no trace of him.

Because Jun Fengtian is not a ghost immortal.

His body is hidden in the void, and his thoughts are one with the heaven and earth. Unless one's realm is much higher, it is impossible to discover it.

A moment's work.

Jun Fengtian came to the center of the imperial palace, the Qiangang Hall.

Qiangang Hall, where the emperor holds court and meets with officials, is the place where the emperor has absolute power. High up in the hall, a dragon throne displays his supreme authority. At this moment, there is only an old man wearing a nine-dragon golden crown and a bright yellow brocade robe.

The old man had slightly gray hair on his temples and a face as white as jade, and he had the air of someone who controlled the world.

It was the Daqian monarch who held the sacred weapon of the country.

He closed his eyes and rested.

He seemed to be thinking about some important military affairs. After noticing Jun Fengtian's arrival, he nodded slightly.

There was no panic, no doubt.

Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Another guy who doesn't know how to live or die. Let's get rid of him."

Some time ago, many strange people and things appeared in the Daqian Dynasty, attacking the kings and high-ranking officials of various states. Even the imperial palace was attacked several times. Yang Pan was not surprised, but was a little annoyed by these ignorant ants.

And Jun Fengtian seemed to be considered by him as one of them.

The voice just fell.

A terrifyingly strong fist intent rose up. This fist intent was not physical and had no killing power against the body, clothes and other tangible objects, but it was devastating to the spiritual attack.

The martial arts boxing intent is a pure spiritual attack.

As the saying goes, when the Martial Saint roars, the ghosts and immortals retreat. It’s not only the blood and energy, but also the mental attack.

And this fist intent is even more terrifying.

It is the pinnacle boxing intent of martial arts immortals. Any ghost immortal who has only survived a few thunder tribulations will be reduced to ashes.

Jun Fengtian shook his head, "Why seek death?"

In an instant.

His eyes changed, and his whole face and temperament seemed to have changed. His body stood straight, as if he was a god of martial arts. This earth-shattering human-immortal fist intent was grasped in his palm and annihilated in an instant.

After refining the golden elixir.

Jun Fengtian's physical body has become incredibly strong. Even if his magic power is exhausted, his physical strength alone, coupled with his half-immortal body, is enough to suppress everything. The so-called martial arts immortal is just an ant in front of him.

hum!
The next moment, his body disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"not good!"

A man in white hiding in the palace hall changed his expression drastically. He was a martial arts immortal who had fought countless times in his life. He had a thorough understanding of the difference between life and death. At this moment, he immediately felt a strong sense of danger, and his body reacted naturally before he even had time to think about it. However, even so, he was still a moment late.

Jun Fengtian suddenly appeared behind him.

He punched him back as well.

No one could describe the power of this punch. Was it the collapse of the sky? Or was it the falling of stars?
In his fist wind, one could even see a lot of twisted mana, forming an ancient word "yi". One person and one dragon, "yi". What is the concept of the power of nine hundred million galloping horses? If this power fell on the ground, it would be enough to wipe out the entire Yujing City, but now it fell on a martial arts immortal.

boom!
The body of the man in white was blown up directly, without even a trace of blood splattering.

Evaporated dry and quiet.

Saw this scene.

Yang Pan was not angry, but said indifferently: "It has been a long time since anyone dared to be so bold."

His voice was low and his expression was calm.

There was a sense of kingliness as strong as spring breeze and domineering as thunder in his words.

Ordinary ghosts and immortals are just legends.

Then he is the legend among legends. Now he has reached the level of six thunder tribulations and is close to being the creator of seven thunder tribulations!
in this world.

Except for Meng Shenji, the number one master of the time, Yang Pan looked down on everyone. Even Meng Shenji had been plotted against by him for more than 20 years, causing him to lose his human immortal body and remain seriously injured, attracting the world's top masters to hunt him down.

"His demeanor is good, but his strength is a little weak." Jun Fengtian nodded.

There was no intention of continuing to talk nonsense. His fingers were as crystal clear as jade, and with a casual move, countless void chains appeared. These chains were so dense that they were enough to seal off the entire Yujing City. No martial saint or ghost immortal could leave.

Chains hung down one after another.

It seemed to represent endless darkness, gathering together and pressing down.

"The future is lifeless, the vacuum is immortal."

Faced with the terrifying Great Sealing Technique, Emperor Qian Yang Pan's expression immediately changed.

A supreme spirit appeared behind him.

It is equivalent to an external incarnation, and is even many times more powerful than himself. He has completely reached the level of the creator of seven thunder tribulations. His name is the Lord of the Future. He showed nine eyes, shot out nine divine lights, and then turned into nine divine palms, like billions of giant whales all spraying water, blasting out at once.

"Finally, it's a little interesting."

Jun Fengtian looked calm.

Then he activated the World Tree between his eyebrows, and the roots shot out, moving the laws of space, and instantly pierced into the body of the Lord of the Future. All of a sudden, this external incarnation seemed to be drained of all its vitality.

Just the blink of an eye.

A round ball condensed, like a fruit. On the fruit were many talismans, a total of 480 million. Its shape was like a Buddha, the king of all Buddhas and the king of all kings.

Yang Pan's expression was no longer calm and composed.

The emperor, who was high above everyone else, was also shocked at this moment.

He couldn't believe that the future master he had spent his entire life cultivating had been turned into a fruit.

No one knew how many resources and energy he had spent in order to train this future master. He even destroyed the Great Zen Temple at all costs just to obtain the three temple-guarding scriptures.

Each of these three sutras that guard the temple is mysterious.

Representing the past, present and future respectively.

In the past, the Amitabha Sutra was the supreme technique for cultivating the soul. Now, the Tathagata Sutra is the way to martial arts and immortality, representing the strongest power. And in the future, the Sutra of the Immortality will be even more mysterious. It was also the founder of the Great Zen Temple, "Zen", which inherited the words of "Yuan". It can also be said to be the work of "Yuan". It is also the sutra that Yang Pan values ​​most and is the foundation of his life.

Such a future master.

This is the core essence of the Sutra of Future Non-Birth.

It also represents the highest achievement of Buddhism, holding the hope of transcending the Yang God and realizing the shattering of the void.

"Good stuff."

Jun Fengtian looked at this fruit of the future.

Whoever can swallow this fruit will be able to acquire the cultivation of the Creator of Seven Thunder Tribulations, and gain the calculation ability of the King of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the supreme wisdom, supreme spirit, and supreme magical power to see through the future.

Wait until he survives the great catastrophe of wind and fire.

Swallowing such a fruit of the future will greatly increase the chances of surviving.

"You're done, you're done, do you know that?"

After Yang Pan came to his senses.

Uncontrollable anger rose in my heart.

He has become the "Lord of the Future". With the powerful calculation ability of the King of Ten Thousand Buddhas, he can see through the future with supreme magical power. His progress is now rapid. As long as he is given more time, no more than three to five years, or at most ten years, his wings and cultivation will be complete, and his strength will expand to an unimaginable level. Even if he cannot become a Yang God, he will at least be at the level of nine thunder tribulations.

but.

Now it's gone, everything is gone!

"The boat of destiny crosses to the other shore. All living beings are suffering, only I can transcend. Kill me!"

Yang Pan’s eyebrows twitched.

He directly used his strongest trump card without any reservation.

in front of this enemy.

It would be sheer folly to continue hiding it.

then.

The huge boat of creation appeared.

As soon as this king of ancient artifacts appeared, even the great seal in the void was broken, and the entire Qiangang Palace was buzzing.

This palace hall is filled with forbidden spells. It has been built by countless masters throughout the dynasties. It is also a powerful magical weapon, but after the appearance of the Boat of Fortune, it seems to be destroyed in an instant.

Yang Pan was really angry.

Even the king's demeanor could not be maintained.

From the destruction of the Dachan Temple more than 20 years ago to the 20 years of operation, step by step, I don’t know how much I have paid, it is impossible to calculate, but now all the hard work has turned into a dream.

However, he still has the boat of good fortune.

The king among artifacts.

It is precisely because of this king of divine artifacts that even though the Supreme Tao monitors the world and does not allow any emperor to practice Taoism, he still cannot do anything to the Daqian Dynasty. Even Meng Shenji, a ghost immortal who has survived eight thunder tribulations, does not dare to say that he can kill Yang Pan safely.

"It seems that this is your last trump card."

Jun Fengtian said calmly.

A magical weapon appeared in his hand. It was a furnace made of Tianjing.

He waved slightly.

One million Pure Yang Pills began to burn. If they were exchanged for Bai Yang Pills, it would be ten billion, enough to buy any Taoist tool. However, such a fortune was used to activate the Lihuo Divine Furnace. Waves of space fluctuations were transmitted, and suddenly, with him as the center, everything was twisted wildly. This twisted space fluctuation was enough to crush any mid-grade Taoist tool into pieces.

Generally, high-quality Taoist tools can refine small stars.

Not to mention.

The pinnacle work among the top-grade Taoist instruments, the Lihuo Divine Furnace, whose quality has reached the level of the ultimate Taoist instrument, is now under the burning of millions of Pure Yang Pills, and it instantly suppresses the King of Creation Boats among the divine instruments.

then.

The Qiangang Palace calmed down again.

This palace has long been shrouded by the power of the World Tree and is located in another parallel space. No one knows what happened here or what kind of horrible battle broke out.

Until noon.

Some eunuchs and palace maids brought meals. The emperor they revered, who was in charge of the country, was still leaning quietly on the supreme dragon throne, like an ancient sage emperor, devoting all his energy to national affairs.

(End of this chapter)