Signing Into Immortal Martial World

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Count the daylight scenes and pass by in a flash.

The prince left the East Palace, and the nine princes fainted and woke up.

Despite the changes outside, Zhao Mu only wiped out the martial arts spirit in the cold palace, and ignored the others.

Hong Yazi did not enter the imperial city to report the whereabouts of the Six Demon Sects. Wu'anhou's plan seemed to be forgotten by him.

"it's time."

It was night, Zhao Mu drew the mysterious clock in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Lines of text flowed out——

【Zhao Mu】

[One thousand six hundred years of true Qi]

【Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist, Heart-Keeping Breath-holding Technique, Mingshen Martial Arts Code, Bingxin Technique, Heavenly Sacred Code, Heavenly Thirty-Six Paths·Qi, Tibetan Secret Smart Book, Seven Limits of Swallowing Heaven and Destroying Earth, Heitian Book, Famous Master of Heaven and Earth Three swords, the emperor's vision of Qi]

"It has become three."

Zhao Mu thought slightly.

Behind him.

The martial arts phantom suddenly appeared.

There is a young emperor who shoulders the sun and the moon;

Fighting the world's best hero;

The demon in the demon with indifferent eyes...

Every martial art phantom evolved from Dao Dao is now the image of Zhao Mu himself.

This also means that the martial arts he earned from his brand.

No longer belongs to others, but has been refined by Zhao Mu and completely integrated into himself.

"God turns into a catastrophe, communicates the world with the power of mind and spirit, and triggers various catastrophes."

"True Qi Jie is the feeling of burning all over the body, like falling into a furnace, like making real gold."

"If you don't pass, you will turn into a rainbow light and disappear into the world."

"Tian Lei Tribulation, vigorous vigor, attracted the thunder strike..."

"Heart-to-heart, anyone who cultivates spiritual martial arts will inevitably encounter..."

After Zhao Mu carefully understood the Eightfold Tribulation of the Mortal Realm, he was full of anger.

A flame knife and a Xuanbing sword melted into the palm of his hand.

In his eyes, the sun's essence and the moonlight flashed.

At the same time, groups of extremely terrifying pure white flames burst out, covering the whole body.

It is like the king Ming who came to the world, making a look of anger.

This is the fifth stage of "Myojin Wudian"!

King White Hot!

at the moment.

There is a steady flow of energy in his body.

A single blow is enough to evaporate the lake and block the river.

When Zhao Mu turned martial arts to the extreme, infinite illusions suddenly appeared in his heart.

The robbery is coming!

The sleeping hall of Yongshou Hall disappeared suddenly, turning into a place that resembled volcanic lava.

The heat flow surging, everything melts.

The straight teaches people to burn all the inner parts, life is better than death.

Suddenly.

Another cold wind from the Nine Nethers descended out of thin air, covering the whole body.

Zhao Mu only felt like a layer of flesh and blood had been scraped off.

The entire human figure is smashed, as if tortured by thousands of swords.

He gathered his thoughts and muttered silently, "If the heart is clear, the sky will not be alarmed."

The spirit is indifferent and unmoved.

The pure thoughts, bright as diamonds, turned into sharp and unmatched long swords, slaying the pain of the flesh.

Obviously being tortured by the robbery, his face was not half painful, revealing the peace of a baby.

I don't know how long it has been, Zhao Mu suddenly felt relieved and his true energy became more lively.

As if breaking free of some kind of shackles, the cultivation base went one step further.

"That's the case with Jieguan."

Zhao Mu had a catastrophe without any fluctuations in his heart.

After personally practicing it, he thinks that the Zhenqi Jie induced by "Ming Shen Wu Dian" seems to be nothing more than that.

Therefore, Zhao Mu did not stop.

I tried "Thirty-Six Ways to Turn Over the Sky" again.

boom!

The sky suddenly became gloomy.

Dark clouds gather.

There was another thunder light.

Smashed the window and went straight to the bed.

Zhao Mu's complexion changed, his fingers turned into a sword of true energy.

A raging sword gang poured down like a torrent, smashing it to pieces.

Rumble!

Vigorous.

Caused the robbery to continue.

There are a few more thunders!

however.

Before he got close, he was smashed.

Such a big movement attracted the servants of the palace.

"It's okay, the drought and thunder did not hurt me."

Zhao Mu moved his eyes slightly and looked at the **** who had heard the news.

Just a glance at each other erases the memory of what they saw.

"Tian Lei Jie doesn't seem to be too powerful."

This is the great benefit of accumulating, and it is so easy to even pass the tribulation.

The days passed like this.

Sitting in the cold palace, waiting for Zhao Mu in the sky.

What I do every day is to run martial arts, which attracts tribulations.

Among them, a little bit difficult.

It may be the heart-to-heart tribulation triggered by the "Tibetan Secret Smart Book".

In the mind, the illusions of Meng Chixing, Li Chenzhou, Hongwu the Great and others appeared successively.

It took Zhao Mu a lot of effort to kill them all.

As the mind became firmer and firmer, the momentum of looking at the world and invincible gradually developed.

at last.

The day before the emperor's birthday feast.

Zhao Mu condensed his martial arts will.

...

...

The next day.

At noon.

"Your Highness, it's time for you to take a shower and change clothes."

Early, the **** of Shangyi's palm print came to Changle Palace.

With the permission of the emperor, the tenth prince who was imprisoned in the cold palace was able to step out of the palace gate for the first time in his life and see the world outside.

"Bring up the python robe, I'll change it myself."

Zhao Mu's eyes were faint, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Later, a court lady brought a brocade box full of black python robes to her front.

"His Royal Highness, let me undress you."

Yun Shuyu took the initiative to ask Ying.

She was standing next to Zhao Mu, but the servants in the palace turned a blind eye.

"Also."

Zhao Mu nodded and opened his arms.

Yun Shuyu's eyes waved, and his slender jade hands took off his robe, leaving only his clean shirt.

Unplug the hosta, loosen up the development bun.

Putting her long hair together, gently brush it to the end.

then.

Standing on tiptoe slightly, he put on the black python gown with gold thread for Zhao Mu.

Put on the five crowns and fix it with gold hairpins.

The python robe of the prince of the great Zhou Dynasty has three classes.

Red, blue, black.

With Zhao Mu's status, naturally he can only wear the last one.

"His demeanor is handsome and refreshing. Even if it is in the python robe, it is more majestic than the emperor, and it is admirable."

Yun Shuyu stared blankly, muttering as if she couldn't move her bright eyes.

"Oh, you can talk."

Zhao Mu's sleeves opened, and his robe shook slightly.

He straightened his back and looked more brave.

"You take care of Ohara, no matter what happens at the banquet, you don't have to take action."

Yun Shuyu bowed in salute and said softly:

"Surely he will not be disappointed."

Zhao Mu closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before he stepped out of the bedroom.

Walk slowly all the way.

Cross the threshold of Yongshou Hall.

Walk to the gate of Changle Palace.

He stopped and glanced back.

"The lurking minions endure it... today you don't need to do that."

Lift your foot gently.

Step out of the heavy palace gate.

It's like stepping out of another world.

The big sleeves swayed and never looked back.

Walked alone in a python robe.

...

...

Inside the imperial city, there are lights and festivities.

Calyx Feilou is very bright, and the light it emits almost illuminates half of Tianjing.

You can see it even far away, like a dream and illusion, like a palace in the sky.

Emperor Zhou, princes, ministers...

Enter first and take their seats.

Subsequently.

The three authentic, invited masters also entered the building.

Among them are Tianlong Temple's first Yuancheng, and Bodhidharma's first Yuanxiang.

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He looked at the majestic imperial city, the towering Tianjing.

His eyes are extremely deep, as if covering the world.

"Master Hou, the banquet is about to begin."

The young **** bowed and reminded.

"Well, it's started."

Zhao Kai repeated a sentence softly.

He looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

Afterwards, he turned around and returned to the banquet.

It was the 282th year of the Li Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The emperor star is swaying, and there is a look of fascination and guarding his heart.