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Chapter 562: Unknown Origin

This question pointed straight at Tianyi Zhenjun like a knife and a sword.

True Lord Tianwei seemed to be hit by a vital force, and hissed and fell to the ground with a pale face, roaring: "Hu... Wuji, how is it possible? True Lord Wuji, don't you want to frame it randomly?

His voice was a little hysterical. If it sounded like anger at first, but the panic in his voice was hard to hide.

The Marquis of Shengxian put down the teacup, as if he had made up his mind, looked at the True Lord Wansheng and nodded slightly.

True Lord Wansheng's expression moved slightly, and immediately stood up suddenly, and said with a dim face: "Fellow Daoist Wuji, this fact is that this matter is very important. If True Lord Tianyi colludes with the evil demons in the Swallowing Spirit Hall, it would be a death sentence for the enemy and treason. Let me ask you for a long time to interrogate."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot and took a step forward. An extremely powerful terrifying force surged from the bottom of his feet, as vast as a vast ocean, rushing away in a vast and vast way.

The shoulders of Zhenjun Tianwei sank, as if he was carrying a stone mountain. The unrivalled power forced him to hunch over and cold sweat immediately overflowed from his forehead.

"True Lord Tianwei, honestly tell me what is the intention of Tianyi Zhenjun colluding with the Spirit Swallowing Temple?"

While speaking, he immediately took a step forward. This seemed to be a magical power. Each step contained extremely strong power. It perfectly merged with the Mangshan Mountains. Every step could move the peaks, which was a combination of strength and momentum.

"Ah! Puff!"

True Lord Tianwei spewed out a mouthful of blood, huge force squeezing his body, and cracking sounds from his bones, blood flowed across his knees, and soon a pool of blood was generated on the ground.

The pain from his body made the face of Zhenjun Tianwei distorted, as if he had reached the extreme of patience, but he always gritted his teeth and said nothing. After all, he was Zhenjun Jindan, and growing to this point was not that simple.

True Lord Wansheng stood in front, his robe roared in the wind, but he did not move, as if he was not moving as a mountain. It was not that he didn't want to move, but if he moved, True Lord Wei would really become a powder that day.

"True Lord Tianwei, do you say it or not?"

The True Lord Wansheng suddenly let out a long roar, and the army roared like a tiger, and a domineering aura came from the roar, which could shake the mind, like a giant hammer, falling heavily into the depths of the soul.

The long roar seemed like a sharp sword, and immediately entered the ears. The True Lord of Tianwei made a shrill roar, holding his head tightly with his hands, feeling his headache splitting, and blood began to overflow from his seven orifices.

"Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it?"

This sound seemed to be scattering souls, and a thunderous echo came from his ears. It seemed that there was only this sound in the world, and it was also shaking in his ears, like the violent boiling lake water, creating all kinds of chaos.

The True Lord Tianwei was in great pain. He could still bear the damage to his body, but the trauma of his spiritual consciousness was unbearable. He immediately begged for mercy and shouted: "Go... and spare my life, I said, as long as you know... you will say it."

He said this, but no one sneered at the Jindan True Lord who was present for this. His spiritual torture was a hundred times better than his physical body. Even if the True Lord Tianwei could resist the past, he would become a foolish and crazy person.

The roar of the True Lord Wansheng stopped, and he smiled happily with joy on his face, saying, "Okay, True Lord Tianwei, as long as you keep giving me instructions, I can consider giving you a way out."

The True Lord Tianwei's face was gray, as if he was a dead corpse, he lay on the ground and gasped, and said in an intermittent voice: "My...my brother, Tianyi Zhenjun, and the Demon Zhenjun, the owner of the Swallowing Spirit Hall, have already..."

If the sound is inaudible, if the monks present have not had the powerful spiritual consciousness, it would definitely be difficult to hear it. While the monks were concentrating their minds and quietly waiting for the following text.

But at this moment, a white light suddenly burst out on the head of Zhenjun Tianwei, like a scorching sun, and the light shone everywhere, looking very strange.

The True Lord Tianwei seemed extremely frightened and said in a shrill voice: "Big...Big...Brother, I can't say anything..., please spare my life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, and white light rushed away in the air, marking countless shocked cheeks looking at each other.

At the same time, on the top of Panlong Mountain, Tianyi Zhenjun sat cross-legged, as if sitting upright in the clouds, his sleeves were dancing in the wind, and his left arm was demonic in the sky, covering the sky and filling the sky, creating a hideous and terrifying scene in the clouds.

Tianyi Zhenjun looked up at the scorching sun, and a golden light appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and spit out thousands of lights, like countless sharp swords, pouring into the depths of the clouds. In it, the white light immediately burst out, making a shrill scream, but it disappeared in an instant.

"A waste, you actually betray me, and you're not willing to die!"

Tianyi Zhenjun snorted coldly, his expression was as cold as frost, and he frowned and said, "Although I can't calculate who you are? Fortunately, there is a waste like Tianwei Zhenjun, who is the same blood as the body I am now, and is always in my control."

At this point, he looked up at the east, which was in the direction of Yunzhou, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Is Wuji Gate of Mangshan? It's a bit interesting."

At the same time, in the depths of the land veins thousands of miles below the King of Kings Mountain in Yongzhou, Zheng State.

In the underground dragon vein, the white jade lotus is sitting on the stage. The old king sat silently on it, his robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes slightly closed, and his cheeks like heavy dates contain divine power, as if they are inviolable.

Around the surroundings, the dragon veins released the vital energy of the ancient Yinglong, which was like a rolling wave, raging wildly, filling the earth veins.

The old king was bathed in his vital energy, and a golden light shone out all over his body, making the golden light dazzling. At this time, the sound of rolling waves came from his body, as if a vast ocean was rippling in his body, and the vital energy around him surged, as if a black hole swallowed a whale.

A faint joy flashed across the old king's heavy cheeks. The infinite vitality was swallowed by the whale in his body, and it continued to fill the dantian. The golden elixir burst into dazzling light, and infinite power filled it, as if it had reached a certain extreme.

"Crack!"

On the surface of the golden elixir, dense cracks had appeared, and dazzling light burst out, and the golden elixir's pill liquid penetrated out.

The Jindan True Lord, who impacts the realm of the Nascent Soul, uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to hit the bottleneck, causing the golden elixir to shatter into an infant, and attaches the cultivator's natal essence and the magical powers he practices to the Nascent Soul. The reason why Nascent Soul monks are difficult to die is because even if the physical body is destroyed, but the Nascent Soul is still there, he can take over the body and be reborn, and will never die and die.

If the Jindan Zhenjun wants to condense the Nascent Soul, as long as it is the Infant-Creating Pill, it can increase the chance of Infant-Creating Pill. However, this pill only exists in legends, and there are almost very few in the Bianhuang Spirit Realm. Although he is a noble king, he still cannot obtain such a divine pill.

Fortunately, at the bottom of the King Mountain, a drop of blood from the ancient Yinglong actually grew into a dragon vein. With the thousand-year cycle of reincarnation, Yinglong swallowed and exhaled vital energy, forcibly impacting the Nascent Soul realm, it can increase a certain success rate.

At this time, the golden elixir shattered, and under the condensation of vital energy, it seemed to have transformed into the head and limbs. In the half-real and half-illusion, it seemed like a mirage, and it existed in the place and nothingness.

This is the realm of fake infants, also called the half-step Nascent Soul, whose strength is between the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir and the True King of the Nascent Soul. This fake infant appears in the dantian. The old king's whole body is shocked immediately, as if he is knocking on the acupoint and it is completely opened, and countless vital energy surges.

Two sharp lights shot out from the dantian, and the fake baby seemed to begin to absorb spiritual energy. Countless vital energy surged, and the whole body seemed to form a vortex of vital energy, condensed layer by layer, as if it was about to sprinkle like water droplets.

Wan Shenghou, who was protecting the law, looked up at the raging vitality, and an irresistible joy flashed across his cheeks. He had been waiting for this day for a hundred years. As long as the king condensed his Nascent Soul and became the noble and noble True King, even if he was suppressed by the Qin royal family, he could not continue to stay in Zheng State, but as long as he was still for one day, no one would dare to oppress Zheng State.

At this moment, he did suddenly think that if the king becomes the true king of the Yuanying and is then named the king of the Qin Kingdom as a foreign surname, then who will inherit the throne of the king of Zheng?

When Tianyi Zhenjun said this, he immediately shook his head. The origin of this person was a little unclear. His original talent was extremely ordinary. Among the thirty-six princes of the king, it was not particularly outstanding. If there were no accidents, he might not have the opportunity to form a pill now.

But two hundred, forty or fifty years ago, I wonder what adventure he got? His cultivation level actually soared all the way, and his magical powers and magic cultivation was like drinking water and eating, making a great reputation in the borderland. He was hailed as the four younger generations of cultivation geniuses. There was no problem with the Nascent Soul in this life, and he even had the possibility of reaching the next level.

Such a comet-like rise is really strange, and it is not something common sense to speculate. With this person's cultivation progress, I am afraid that he may not be able to win completely.

Not only is this person a little weird, but his many signs are not like the former Tianyi Zhenren, but his mentality is also inappropriate. The seventeenth young master who fell in the assassination is probably related to this person. The old king must have noticed it, but it has not been pointed out.

If the old king is in the Nascent Soul, he will probably have to settle the accounts first. This true king of Tianyi is just a unknown origin, which can be enough to abolish his crown prince's position. As for those who are qualified to ascend to this position, among the princes of Zheng State, only the head of the Shengxian Sect, Zhenjun Tianyu, has this qualification. The only disadvantage is that she is a female princess, but in the history of the Great Qin State, it is not without a queen.

When Wansheng Hou was thinking, and in the vortex of his vitality, a gaze suddenly flew out like lightning and fell straight on him.

In an instant, the gaze formed a character and echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness. This was a magical power of gaze sounding. The old king had already come to practice several magical powers and magic.

But when Wan Shenghou faced that gaze, a thunderous thunder came from the sea of ​​consciousness. He looked shocked and said, "What? There are actually monks with demonic paths near the underground dragon vein?"
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