Martial World's
Ch 1287 - The heavenly Seal of 12 Children
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"The sword was suspicious ..." Mo Eversnow's voice suddenly sounded from within Lin Ming's mind.
The strange sword was clearly dyed with rust, yet it contained a mysterious power.
“I also think it's weird, but I can't understand it at all. Maybe that sword was his lucky chance. ”
When Lin Ming first rose in strength he relied on the Magic Cube to do so. Of course, after that, most of his growth was due to his own strength when he walked on the road of martial arts one step at a time. The steadfast heart of martial arts, his will, his destiny, all of it was indispensable.
If one obtained a heaven-defying magic tool and also had a great will and destiny, it would not be strange if they could grow up to defeat an Empyrean descendant in three moves.
Jun Bluemoon had the chance to become such a person. If so, then he was truly a grassroots martial artist, an extremely rare exception that might appear once in a trillion trillion people.
As Lin Ming was thinking this, Jun Bluemoon had already returned to his seat. He held onto the little white rabbit, gently stroking its fur as he meditated.
Everything that was happening around him, including the cheers of the audience as well as the fear and curiosity in the eyes of the other participants, nothing seemed to have any effect on him, he said, it was as if he was indifferent to everything else in the world.
As for the little white rabbit, it was not agitated at all on this battlefield soaked with killing intent and blood. Instead, he sat quietly at Jun Bluemoon's feet, his red eyes closed quietly as if to greatly enjoy Jun Bluemoon's petting.
"Lin Ming, that rabbit. ”
"mm?" Lin Ming was surprised, "How is this weird?"
“It's not a rabbit at all. Rather, it was something that borrowed the shape of a rabbit. There was a mysterious soul inside that used the rabbit as a temporary body. ”
“Mysterious soul? Could it be that master Jun Bluemoon? "Lin Ming exclaimed. In his opinion, if one wanted to grow to the level of Jun Bluemoon, they would definitely need a teacher who guided them in secret.
"Maybe not .." Mo Eversnow shook her head. “That soul gives off a very subtle feeling. It seemed like it was an ordinary girl's soul. From beginning to end, this Jun Bluemoon had been filled with secrets. ”
As a melancholy and sad academic youth, he carried the white rabbit with him at all times and a bowl of wine was always on his waist. He used a sword that seemed to be coated with rust, and even though he looked so simple and not too conspicuous, he could actually erupt with such terrifying combat power!
It could only be said that the heavenly Realm was too big and there were too many geniuses.
At this moment, inside the Vast Universe Heavenly Place, Empyrean Vast Universe also saw the sword in Jun Bluemoon's hands. "The sword .. could it be a heavenly artifact?"
Even Empyrean Vast Universe could not see through that sword. Or, to better describe it, he could sense that the sword was an Empyrean spirit treasure, he said, but how could a heavenly Ocean realm martial artist be able to move the movement of an Empyrean spirit treasure and also cause it to unleash so much unknown power?
Near Empyrean Vast Universe, Empyrean Divine Dream shook her head, saying, "It is not a heavenly tool but something that surpasses one, and the peak Empyrean spirit beast at that moment. But, the question appeared on the bloodstains covering the blade. ”
"Blood stain !?"
Empyrean Vast Universe was stunned. "Are you saying that it's not a rust stain but a blood stain?"
The rust stain looked like a bloodstain on a mortal sword that had never been cleaned, causing blood to rust on the sword. And now, from the meaning of Empyrean Divine Dream, it seemed to be true.
However ... if it was really a bloodstain on an Empyrean spirit artifact, whose blood was it?
An Empyrean spirit treasure was refined by an Empyrean, and if an Empyrean level master used all of their strength, they could also destroy it. However, for an Empyrean spirit to be corroded with just a few drops of blood, what kind of concept was that?
Empyrean Divine Dream suddenly fearfully said, “Spirit treasures have spirits and they can choose their own masters. In Lin Ming's body, he also had spirit treasures. Dragon Fang was the chosen descendant of the Three Lives Old Man. As the impending great calamity approached, many ancient spiritual objects would sense this. Their emergence was by no means a coincidence .. thus the reason why so many unprecedented geniuses had appeared together in this First Martial Meeting. Perhaps, the next First Martial Meeting would also be the same … "
As Empyrean Divine Dream said this, Empyrean Vast Universe felt a huge burden pressing down on his heart. He was well aware that for many, his status was an unreachable mountain. But, when he really had to face a great calamity, he would be nothing more than a small burst of water in a raging ocean, capable of scattering like a dying flower in winter.
“I hope that this junior can fully grow before the great calamity arrives. ”
Empyrean Vast Universe said slowly. This was for him, but also for the heavenly Realm.
On the arena stage, after Jun Bluemoon, there came a time for the double body and energy cultivator Shiku to step on the stage. In this battle, Shiku also revealed abnormal combat strength, evoking the shock of many.
And after Shiku, another strange genius appeared. This person was not a human, but the Prince of the monster race. His title and attitude transcended arrogance and he called himself a Monster Lord, someone born with the bloodline of a king. The one he was fighting was also an Empyrean descendant, but he was beaten horribly. It was really a one-sided battle. One could even say that Monster Prince was playing around, like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Master Monster?"
Lin Ming watched this young man. "A Monster Prince actually came to attend the First Martial Meeting of mankind? Is that allowed? "
Lin Ming's eyes locked onto the body of this young monster. This person who called himself a Monster Lord was extremely arrogant and haughty in his conduct, but he was indeed extremely strong.
“Decosting. Is this an Empyrean descendant that represents the highest level of talent in the human race? ”
The monster youth disdainfully said. His words immediately attracted the attention of many human geniuses.
“What do you all see? If you have the guts then come and beat me. But do you have that power …? Ahhaha!"
The monster youth recklessly and wildly laughed, his laughter spreading everywhere. But, many of the heroic young elites present did not have the energy to deal with it. They could not even defeat an Empyrean descendant that this young monster had been brutally beaten to a pulp.
"You all made way for me!"
The monster youth roared. His voice had a strange penetrating power, making one's ears tremble with numbness. Many geniuses could not help but move out of his way. The monster youth soared into his chair and threw himself down, his legs spread wide as he behaved like a bored ruler, swollen with excessive arrogance as if nothing could rival him.
Lin Ming did not care much about him and threw away his face.
Immediately, the 25th match and also the last match of the first half began.
The two who entered the stage both had the same level of strength. One of them was Blood Carnage, a martial artist from the Great World King Holy Land. After a grueling match, he defeated his opponent, and thus, from the disciples of the 3000 Great World King Holy Lands of the heavenly World, the, the only one who defeated their opponent in the first round was the Blood Carnage.
Other than him, the rest had been defeated!
Although the first round of the competition was the most relaxed round, one could still see a lot of things from the results.
By simply assessing the strength that the various participants had expressed so far, some people had already started to count and rank the last top 10 of the First Martial Meeting. There was even a gambling house opened.
Of the several hundred million people present, each person was a peak character of the heavenly Realm with unimaginable wealth and power over their vocations and vocations. If they all casually make bets, the numbers involved will be astronomical.
"You've heard? There were some people who had named the Divine Seal 12 Children. ”In the contestant area, several martial artists were discussing amongst themselves.
"mm? The heavenly seal of 12 Children? "
“Yes, 12 people, each with a chance to become heavenly in the future. ”
The heavenly seal, to be heavenly, is a very vague notion. In general, this implies that a person has great potential and their future achievements are limitless. But, to the limit of what they would achieve in the future, that was hard to say.
This view naturally came from Empyrean Divine Dream's Seal Decree.
Now that the final was in progress, the two words Heavenly Seal could be compressed into 12 people. This is the Seal 12 of the heavenly Children.
"Who is the Son of the heavenly Seal 12?"
the first “Yang are three characters who will truly become gods in the future: Frost Dream, Xiao Moxian, and Hang Chi. Frost Dream was the first, and as for who was weaker between Xiao Moxian and Hang Chi, it was hard to say. However, in terms of potential alone, Xiao Moxian might sweep away everyone present.
"After that were Jun Bluemoon and the Monster Prince; they could rank fourth and fifth. The rankings after that were a bit difficult to say, and there were too many different opinions about them. Lin Ming, Dragon Fang, White King, Shiku, Ram Sabre, Hua Xuan. ”
The discussions of these people naturally entered Lin Ming's ears.
"Divine Seal 12 Children?" Lin Ming faintly smiled, "Although this rank isn't necessarily accurate, the few people I noticed are all on this list. Without an accident, 10 finals will emerge from the 12. ”
Lin Ming did not think that Dragon Fang was weaker than Jun Bluemoon. Many people did not understand Dragon Fang's strength, so they did not know how to rank it. But, three is most likely true. Hang Chi exuded an unexpected deep feeling. In fact, even though he had not shown the slightest bit of his true strength, there was no need for him to do so. Just the reputation as a descendant of Mount Potala was enough to arouse the admiration of many.