Sage Emperor

Chapter 1229: The Immortal God

“In the dynasty of the immortal God there is the jade of the virtuous? ”

Yang Qi ignored the white imprint's envy of the Gods' imprint. The white imprint was an unexpected dream. The Gods' imprint that the whole divine community dreamed of was right in front of him.

He knew that Yang Qi Qi was deep and mysterious, but there were some key places he didn't know, such as Yang Qi's promotion to a high level of will, beginning to gather the king of the gods, possessing the imprint of the gods, the matter of the jade of the wise.

White imprint is still the bottom layer. He knows the whole divine world, and has thousands of strange encounters. Yeung Qi, though mysterious, is not so shocked, otherwise he will not escape the dragon party conspiracy to frame him.

Kacha.

Close this bronze scripture, the Book of the Sage, Yang Qi doesn't go to see other magic situations, he is familiar with hell, don't need to familiarize himself with it again.

Only the jade of the virtuous is of the utmost importance.

In the Eternal God dynasty, if there is a Piece of the Jade of the Sage, then it must be obtained. There is no doubt that the sheepskin roll is in his hands, and only he practiced success alone. No one but him can solve the mystery of the Jade of the Sage.

Moreover, the Gods are imprinted in his hands to suppress the agitation and repetition of the jade of the virtuous.

Spirituality reached him in the early stages of the senior year and it was already difficult to improve rapidly, and it would not be possible to advance to the middle stage of the senior year without centuries of training.

Only the jade of the wise man can be in between moments, so that he can elevate, not only that, the spiritual scale of the elevation is greater than that of the others, but also later can be enlightened to reach the will of the infinite.

But how easy is it to talk about obtaining pieces of the Jade of the Virtuous One from the Eternal God?

The immortal god dynasty is bigger than the sealed god gate. The god dynasty emperor's birthday, sealed the god gate and other major sects must go to congratulate. There is a supreme god among the sects.

Supreme God, basically infinite will.

To what extent does this will terror reach? With a little shooting, the heavens and the earth are all in contemplation. In the past and now, the future, the divine realm is nothingness, it is all deep in the mind, one emerges, the big hand grabs, tears the divine realm void, creates the divine kingdom, the changing side, the heavens and the earth rotate back, the void changes dramatically.

“Looks like we have to do something. Now we have to get the pieces of the jade of the wise man. It's like a dream.” In the world, Yang Qi knew where there was a treasure, he could lurk into each other's doorstep and steal directly to each other, but in the divine realm this became impossible. With his current mending, it would not have been possible to enter the divine kingdom, let alone steal things in the divine kingdom, without his disciples sealing the Divine Gate.

He is still a weak man in God's realm.

After half a day of reflection, Yang Qi hid this idea deeply, looking for opportunities, the more Jade Pieces of the Sage looked for, the smoother it was for later collection of debris. If most of the debris was concentrated, Yang Qi could even arrange various forums, so that other debris was attracted and sent to the door automatically.

“I really don't get you.” White imprint turned over, put on the bookshelf, poured alcohol, and snored to sleep: "You are so powerful that you cannot concentrate the king of divinity. It seems that I have no hope. In another three years, I cannot concentrate the king of divinity, and I will be promoted directly to God. It seems that man between heaven and earth is bound by destiny, impossible to do whatever he wants. I am not the protagonist between heaven and earth. ”

Yang Qi looked at the sleeping white seal, shook his head, knew that the white seal wanted to be promoted to the king of divinity, basically impossible, didn't even have a chance of one of 10,000, don't say it was him, even his own immortal body, got the point of the immortal king, passed it apart without the will and cultivation, condensed the divinity, washed the spirit and flesh, there was little hope.

It has nothing to do with its own ability, and besides defeating itself, there is a supreme atmosphere of great fortune in heaven and earth.

King of Godheads, that's all.

Next, nothing happened. A crisis was perfectly resolved by Yang Qi. He could rest in peace and boldness. Since coming to the divine realm, he has not rested and slept. He looked at the lazy white imprint. He also laid comfortably on the bookshelf and let the Gods imprint in his body run and run.

It's totally relaxing for him.

The spirit enters a perfect state of fluctuation, dormancy, deepest dormancy.

As soon as he slept in the sun, the sun shone high, Yang Qi woke up and saw the face of White Seal surprise.

“What are you doing?” Yankee rolled up.

“I thought you didn't have to sleep?” I was puzzled, “you've been in Tibet for so long, you've never slept before. How did you sleep today? ”

“Occasional rest is also a pleasure.” Yankee carefully examined her body and found that her mental strength had grown slowly and she couldn't help but rejoice.

He certainly never had to sleep to sleep, but last night, he completely relaxed, his mind gained infinite emptiness, nothing was awake. Between this slack, he actually gained a great deal of truth, his spiritual strength, which had not grown in a long time, began to grow slowly.

His spiritual strength has barely grown since the shock reached the high will, and it is divine power that has grown, because it has reached a bottleneck, and today it has grown slightly, which is indeed the result of total relaxation.

Since entering the divine realm, his spiritual state has been tight, and he is in constant danger, occasionally relaxed, which is cultivation.

He knew that if he slept like he did yesterday, his mental strength would certainly not increase.

And this unconscious total relaxation of sleep is dangerous, and if someone reckons, it's irresistible. The monk, always in a subtle mental state, autumn wind not moving cicada preconceived, grass and trees, the energy fluctuating, all in the heart.

So that no one can curse, reckon, encounter trouble, sleep completely relaxed, it's like giving your life to someone else.

Think about how one can cope with sudden changes in the planet when one sleeps with no idea of what is happening outside?

Only those mortals in the world, who sleep every day, give their lives to God, cannot control their bodies without knowing the magic of them.

And the white imprint chilled out, Yang Qi carefully understood the mysteries of his body, he practiced every day, reading, practicing, practicing again, basically won't do anything messy, extremely regular, the days are just the passing of the day, the Dragon Party seems to have no movement, but Yang Qi was acutely discovered between practice every day, some eyes secretly watched the Tibetan Sutra, to discover the trail of his own appearance and one move at a time.

Obviously, the Dragon Party ate a loss, came from the open, and turned into the dark.

“Too bad... The Meng Nation was killed. If it stays, I can explore some things about the Dragon Party.” Yankee learned these days that someone was spying on him, so his brothers canceled their contact with him, lest the Dragon Party find out about their relationship and persecute them.

Anyway, the Saint King's Chamber of Commerce is getting better, so let them do it.

At that time, when Meng Guo was killed, the tyre disappeared. Yang Qi did not initiate the tyre observation because he was afraid of being discovered. All he knew was that Meng Guo was killed by an extremely strong and transcendent presence. He arrived with a strong hand and even the median god was killed, and would never waste any strength.

Later, he learned that he was a senior member of the Dragon Party and was a son in the Temple of Criminal Law.

No mistake, it is the Son, a more advanced Son than the elite disciple.

High God, called the White-haired Fist Emperor.

In the depths of Yang Qi's mind, a young man's shadow emerged, a gray hair, sprinkling his hands between them, fists like dragons, the great shore of his body, like Tai Gu Shen Mountain stands, giving people endless dignity.

This person is extremely powerful and has a very high status.

This was deduced by Yankee using the superficial spell of the astronomical operating system.

After another fifty or sixty days, Yankee was being watched every day, but he was perfectly normal, he couldn't leave the house every day, and those people couldn't do anything about him, and during this time, he had rules and regulations, strictly followed the rules and regulations of the Tibetan Sutra, and there would never be any leakage, one, two or two, no extortion, demanding benefits, getting oil and water.

Baiyin also learned to be a good boy, knowing that the Dragon Party was staring at itself, so he did the same thing as Yang Qi, so that no one could catch anything.

On this day, Yang Qi practiced between them, he felt that his inner character had a silky ice breaking feeling, and there was a new change between melting. He knew that he had reached the bottleneck, so that the practice would not be refined. He stood up and smiled on his face: “It's time, I'd like to see, what is the realm of the white fist emperor? ”

He plundered his body, pulled out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, came into a transmission formation, took out the sacred stone and set it inside, creaked, and the whole person disappeared.

When he showed up, he reached a smoky continent, full of fog, full of poisonous gases and smells of rot.

It's a very poisonous continent.

Indeed, deep in his inspiration, he felt a powerful breath and followed himself in the dark.

He smiled slightly and walked out of the transmission array, onto the muddy marshes of the highly poisonous continent. Flying all the way, he soon reached the edge of the ruins of the ruined Temple of the King Dan, stepping onto a long palace corridor and swimming back to the old land.

And that powerful aura actually seemed to want to see what he was doing if it followed behind.

Yankee stopped and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Your Excellency has been following me for so long, have you yet to show up? Are you waiting for me to ask you? Lord White-haired Fist King, if I had a good guess, it would be you, only you, have this kind of smell and power. ”

Pfft, pfft...

The applause appeared, the body of a great shore appeared in the poison fog, the poison fog could hardly erode him, the white haired teenager appeared, looking at Yankee, clapping his hands praising him, staring at him dead: “It's amazing, I knew you had problems, now I can discover my existence? ”