Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 After writing the seven "kill" characters, Zhao Mu only felt that the hostility in his chest had disappeared.

　　 You know, just now I heard the whispers of the servants in the palace, and he couldn't stop reciting the Bing Xin Jue continuously, the terrible killing intent in his heart.

　　 Prison in the deep palace for twelve years, Zhao Mu has taken lightly to the affection between his father and his son.

　　 Never counted on that, the aloof Zhou emperor.

　　 One day, I will be able to walk into this lonely cold palace that no one cares about, and see myself as a disaster star, showing a little warmth.

　　 On the one hand, he was originally a traveler, and he didn't pay much attention to the fetters of his own blood;

　　 On the other hand, it is based on the consideration of reality and can clearly recognize the situation.

　　 "He believes in fate and feels that my father and brother are detested, so he is disgusted. This is human nature and understandable."

　　 Zhao Mu was silent, his mood floating.

　　 "But what did Ohara do wrong?"

　　 He didn't believe it, the emperor Zhou didn't even know how to choose the descendants of the Maha Imamong Palace?

　　Buddha, Dharma King, Guru.

　　 Anyone who has these three kinds of roots can become the descendants of the Living Buddha.

　　 Take the Daxue Mountain.

　　 followed the monk to ordination for three years;

　　 Three years of comprehension of Tantric classics;

　　 go down the mountain for alms for three years;

　　 Ascetic missionary on foot for three years.

　　 So down.

　　 a total of twelve years.

　　 In the end, the Living Buddha himself, based on his performance and abilities, selects the true "contemporary heirs".

　　 sounds fine.

　　 is nothing more than to tolerate loneliness, experience wind and frost, temper the heart, and suffer more.

　　 However, this is not the case.

　　Because of the standard of inheritance, it only values ​​the roots and does not care about other things.

　　 Therefore, the eight parts and five factions of the Maha Wuliang Palace.

　　 Every year, people are sent from various ministries on the grassland, and even in China's Middle Earth.

　　 Search for young children with similar roots and bring them back to Daxue Mountain.

　　 Hundreds of descendants can give birth to a true contemporary descendant!

　　The world only sees the infinite scenery of the owner of the Maha Wuliang Palace as a living Buddha in the grassland.

　　 But I don't know, under the lotus throne, there are many bones piled up.

　　 "Can you really be so cruel?"

　　 Zhao Mu pressed the corner of his mouth tightly, wondering whether he was asking himself or the noble majesty.

　　 That Gannapo himself is the "King of Dharma", why did he only serve as a group of eight, and didn't really worship Batsipa's school to fight for the position of living Buddha?

The meaning of 　　 is already very clear.

　　 The eight parts of the Maha Wuliang Palace.

　　 is the sky, Yasha, Gandapo, Asura, Garuda, Kinnara, and Mahuaraga.

　　 These eight protector gods.

　　 is the person with the highest status excluding the deity of the living Buddha.

The five schools of 　　 are Red Sect, Bodhi Sect, White Sect, Flower Sect, and Yellow Sect.

　　 Because of their different doctrinal understandings, five lineages have evolved over thousands of years.

　　 It can be seen from these that the influence covers the Yuan and Mongolian dynasty and the Maha Wuliang Palace in all parts of the grassland.

　　 The internal part is not monolithic, there will be conflicts and disputes.

　　 Every time they select a living Buddha's direct biography, it is when they fight each other and compete with each other the most intense.

　　 Yuanmeng Emperor Ba Siba came from Huajiao Gancao Temple.

　　 Relying on his natural talents and martial arts, he stood out from the many direct biography in one fell swoop.

　　 After he became a living Buddha, the Huajiao immediately gained power and overwhelmed the other four schools.

　　Therefore, the selection of the progeny this time is related to the changes in the pattern of the Mahabalam Palace in the next two hundred years.

　　 The danger is self-evident.

　　 Zhao Mu gently opened his indifferent eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line.

　　 In short, once involved in the intrigue of the eight parties and five factions.

　　 Unless you can step on the bones of others and become the next living Buddha of the Maha Imamara Palace.

　　 Otherwise, it can only serve as a stepping stone and be trampled to pieces.

　　From all aspects, Zhao Yuanruo went outside Yuanmeng Fort.

　　 There is a high probability of being bullied and buried in a foreign land.

　　 "Fortunately, Huo Rulie knows a lot about the top ten authentic sects."

　　 Zhao Mu smiled sarcastically.

　　He has lived in the cold palace for a long time, and he doesn't know the inside story, but he can still make sense.

　　 Ke Zhou emperor has Heilongtai.

　　 The wind and grass on the court, the various sources of news in the arena, which do not know, which is not clear?

　　 Knowing this, he still agreed to Gan Na Po's gambling fight.

　　 This is really confidence in Tianlong Temple, coveting those five thousand war horses.

　　 Still saying that he is determined to let his son compete for the position of living Buddha in the Maha Boundless Palace?

　　 "For the slim chance of that ray, I am willing to sacrifice my flesh and blood...... Heh!"

　　 Zhao Mu looked down at the seven "kill" characters on the snow-white rice paper. The ink characters are like blood, which is terrifying.

　　 only felt a sharp anger rushing toward his face.

　　 As if the swords are coming out, the blood is splattered.

　　 Even if I glance at it briefly, there will be a sense of horror of being in a sea of ​​corpse mountains and blood, Shura killing.

　　 I can even hear the phantom howls and roars.

　　 This is Zhao Mu condensing his spirit and polishing his thoughts.

　　 Melt the hostility, evil spirit, and murderous spirit in the heart all together.

　　 Then, through pen and ink, it was deeply imprinted on the white rice paper.

　　 If someone is not strong-minded and weak in spirit.

　　 Unfortunately, seeing these seven "killing" characters, I am afraid that I will be scared and faint on the spot.

　　 This is the eightfold of the Mortal Realm, the mystery of the Divine Change Realm.

　　The mind is transformed, the consciousness is developed, and it is used to interfere with reality.

　　 So as to achieve the terrible effect of distorting the human heart and blinding the five senses.

　　 "In the past few days, I have polished out two hundred and thirty thoughts by relying on the refining technique of the "Tibetan Secret Smart Book".

　　 Zhao Mu took a deep breath, raised his hand to knead the snow-white rice paper into a ball, and then popped a line of fire to burn it.

　　 The reason why he writes with spirit, imprints his mind.

　　 is for the next step, so as to deal with the Gan Na Po of the Maha Imamong Palace.

　　The old eunuchs of Changle Palace, the maid of the palace was right, and they couldn't get out of this cold palace for the time being.

　　 If you haven't become a great master, you will never go out of the mountain.

　　 This is the goal set by Zhao Mu long ago.

　　 In the outside world, Emperor Yuanmeng is overwhelming the world.

　　 There are also ten authentic, vast rivers and lakes composed of six holy places.

　　 Even if Zhao Mu is out of the cold palace, he still cannot be free.

　　Only when you become an innate master can you break the barriers.

　　 "Why do you need to use a knife to kill someone yourself."

　　 Zhao Mu finalized a strategy in his heart, and left the desk with his hands down.

　　 stepped out of the hall door and walked to the corridor.

　　 "Hey, come here."

　　 He walked a few times along the temple, and finally stopped.

　　 With a kind smile on his face, he beckoned to the greasy and bloated cat.

　　……

　　……

　　 a few more days passed.

　　 spread all over the imperial city and attracted the close attention of many martial arts masters in Tianjing.

　　 is finally about to start.

　　 In front of the open space of Wuying Hall.

　　 The bright yellow canopy umbrella was erected, surrounded by the guards of the Forbidden Army.

　　 The emperor Zhou sat on a golden dragon chair, next to Wu'anhou who gave the seat.

　　 Below the steps, are the princes.

　　 This time, Zhao Yuan is no longer at the end of the seat.

　　 was ranked second, second only to the Prince of the East Palace.

　　 It can be seen that the status is different.

　　 Further on, there is a wooden arena that has been rushed to work overnight and is well-built.

　　 is square and fills the spacious open space.

　　Tianlong Buddhist Temple Prajna Hall, the first seat, Master Yuanhui closed his eyes slightly, sitting on the right side.

　　 "The Yuanmeng barbarians really don't know how to do it, so they let your Majesty wait for them!"

　　 The old **** Chen Chaoen, who was standing next to Zhou Tianzi, looked calm and said with a gloomy look.

　　 If not for those two people standing behind the Maha Boundless Palace, Yuanmeng Emperor Basba.

　　According to his temperament, his backhand was killed in the palm of his hand.

　　 "What's the hurry, it's not time yet."

　　 Zhou Tianzi Yan Xiaoyan Yan ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ occasionally put his eyes on Zhao Yuan, who was sitting on his expressionless face like a clay sculpture of wood and plastic.

　　 "I heard that in the battle of Wufu in the arena, there are often people who are deliberately late, making the opponent wait, making them irritable, rising in anger, unable to restrain their emotions, and then winning the battle."

　　 Wu Anhou nodded slightly, and echoed: "This is a tactical strategy, but it is not the best strategy."

　　 "Why?"

　　 The emperor Zhou was curious.

　　 "To avoid fighting, to waste time, and to do this means that there is no certainty of victory in the heart."

　　 Wu Anhou said slowly:

　　 "If the opponent's heart is calm and unaffected, but instead uses power to overwhelm others and shows a firm will, he can win without fighting."

　　 The emperor Zhou smiled with his palm, and praised: "Wu Dao and art of war are the same, but Wu Anhou can see it thoroughly!"

　　 Between the two talking and laughing, they suddenly heard a roar of anger.

　　 like a spring thunder, resounding through the imperial city——

　　 "Go away!"

　　 then.

　　 is the dull sound of a fist falling on the body.

　　 "Who dares to be arrogant in the imperial city!"

　　 Wuan Houan sat still, with sharp eyes.

　　 Spiritual coercion suddenly rises, like a scorching sun, shining all over the surrounding area.

　　 Chen Chaoen, the Supervisor of Lies, narrowed his eyes, as if breaking through the limits of the human body, and directly saw the scene outside the Wuying Hall.

　　 "Your Majesty, it's the Yasha King Moro!"

　　 There was a touch of surprise on the face of this highly skilled old eunuch.

　　 That Yasha King Moro seemed to have encountered an extremely tragic battle, and the monk's clothes were stained with blood.

　　The hard body, like a copper cast iron, is even more scarred.

　　While Chen Chaoen spoke, that Yasha King Moruo had already rushed to the front of Wuying Hall.